#poly judgment day

[itssotragic]

12. “Did something happen to you that I don’t know about?” with maybe Rhea/Damian/Dom 🤔

Rated: T Tags: References to past sexual assault, therapy, nightmares.

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Quiet nights at home were few and hard to come by. There was always something that needed to be done—unpacking, packing, getting ready for the next show, traveling, training, press. Rarely did the grind stutter to a stop long enough to be still and breathe. But somehow, they'd managed to find one of those precious nights among the chaos—a respite, a chance to simply be and be together. Damian cooked, they ate, then JD and Finn disappeared into the back bedroom with a few soft murmurs exchanged in the leaving. Both had looked so exhausted that Damian had no reason to doubt they really were turning in early.

And so five became three.

They shifted to the living room, where Dom curled up against Damian's side, head resting in his lap as if he belonged there—which, he mused, maybe he did—and Damian held him close as they put on a movie Rhea had rescued from a discount bin somewhere last week. It didn't take long before Dom was half-hidden behind a blanket, peering over the fringe and clutching onto Damian's hand with every jump and pop of noise. Damian was only half paying attention, idly carding his free hand through Dom's hair, his thoughts and gaze both drifting to where Rhea had plopped down on the floor in front of the sofa, meticulously hammering studs and rivets into a trim expanse of black leather. He had no idea what event it was for—he didn't even know if she knew—but he liked watching her work. Once in a while, her tongue would poke out from between her lips, poised at the corner of her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration as she lined up sharp bits of metal, measured with her fingertips, counted, then swept the whole mess onto the floor so she could start hammering again. 

It was hard for him to imagine a more perfect night than this—to have not just one person who fit so well into every crevice of his life, but all of them. The warmth of Dom pressed against him, Rhea always lingering just within arm's reach, Finn and JD safely tucked away in the other room. It was a kind of contentment he couldn't even imagine until he'd met them. One by one, they'd slotted into place, and a sense of peace had wrapped around him like a heavy blanket.

He had half a thought lingering somewhere in the corner of his mind—something he'd been about to say, a notion that hadn't quite formed into words yet—but it was lost in the rustle of Rhea suddenly rising to her feet. She cracked her neck and stretched her arms above her head with a soft groan and a little pop of something somewhere at the base of her spine. Dom reached out and batted at her hip, and she stepped out of the way of the television with a laugh, pivoting on her toes, practically dancing between the piles of tools and fabric and supplies. 

"You headed to the kitchen by any chance?" Damian asked, watching as she flicked the hem of her shorts back into place around her thigh.

"I think I need glue," she answered.

"You wanna grab me another drink on your way back?"

"Please," she teased and wiggled her fingers at him as she reached for his empty glass.

He rolled his eyes. "And thank you," he offered, handing it over with a small, fond smirk. Their hands brushed, his touch lingered, thumb grazing over her knuckles before he let go of the glass and let her slip away toward the other side of the space.

Damian's gaze followed her, tracking every movement through the room, lingering just long enough to see her slip around the corner of the island counter. Then he turned back to Dom, fingers sliding into his hair again, scratching gently at his scalp beneath a mop of dark waves. Dom hummed softly, a barely audible noise, tilting his head into Damian's palm and shifting ever closer against his side. His focus slipped, settled, sank—grasping onto nothing in particular, at least not long enough to matter—shifting from Dom to Rhea and back again with ease. Rhea's footsteps pattered softly against the tile, punctuated by the glide of drawers as she rummaged around. But even that faded into the background after a moment or two—a rhythmic pulse like a metronome, a steady beat for him to track her by.

Time slowed to a crawl. The movie played on without him; he didn't care. His eyes slipped closed, lashes heavy, comfort guiding the way towards a drowsy sort of almost-rest. Then Rhea's fingers brushed against his shoulder, cold and damp with condensation off his glass, and he hummed a soft sound of acknowledgment as she passed. He heard her nails scratch softly over Dom's blanket, skipping down his side and hip before he felt the couch cushion shift as she settled down and rest her back against it again. A gentle silence settled over them like a fog, warm and comforting, thick enough to sink into and soft enough to mold around his body.

He drifted, lulled by the feeling of Dom's fingertips brushing slowly up and down the side of his arm, tracing shapes that felt nonsensical at first until one curved and glided just so, and his attention honed back in on his own body. Slowly, the shapes Dom was drawing began to make sense. The swoop and arc of his fingertips traced tangled serpents and caressed the side of Medusa's face, almost—maybe entirely—unconsciously. His gaze was focused on the television, one arm tucked up against his chest, while the other hand simply trailed the lines as if he had them memorized. Damian's fingers stroked down the side of his neck, thumb tracing over his collarbone and shoulder before slipping back into his hair again, and shifted his arm a bit closer, easier to reach.

"Have you seen Adam's show?" Dom murmured, turning just slightly to look over his shoulder at Damian, his big, dark eyes wide and gentle and curious. 

He couldn't help but laugh. Of course, to Dom, it was Adam's show, even though he was only in—what?—three episodes. But he nodded, twisting one long strand of hair around his finger. In his gut, he knew what question was probably coming next, but he still offered a soft smile and said, "Yeah, why?"

Dom shrugged. "Just wondering if that's why you got her—" His fingers swooped across Medusa's face again, then down towards Damian's wrist. "Because of the story, I mean."

It was innocuous enough that Damian probably could have skirted around the subject if he wanted to. But it felt—maybe not pointless, but unnecessary. There were parts of himself he'd always kept hidden away—for good reason—and Dom's innocent question brought one of those shadowy things stumbling out of the dark to sit in the center of his chest. And, somehow, it didn't feel as heavy as it once had. Maybe time did heal all wounds or some trite, cliche shit like that; or maybe the salve they'd been applying to it over the last months—years, in some cases—had finally started to heal something. Either way, it didn't feel as deep as it had three years ago when he'd sat down in a tattoo parlor, across from a woman with the prettiest rose-colored hair he'd ever seen, and spilled the entire story over the course of a six-hour session.

He swallowed around the knot that tried to form in the back of his throat, the phantom tingle of needle pricks flaring up along his arm, and nodded again, his smile soft and genuine even if there was a heaviness still sitting just below the surface. But Dom had already seen the flicker in his expression, the slight deepening of the lines around his eyes, the way his fingertips stuttered then stilled where they rest on the arc of Dom's shoulder.

"I'm not supposed to ask that, am I?" he said—timid, a little hesitant, a trace of worry in his voice that he had upset Damian. 

But he just shook his head and gathered Dom a little closer, watching Rhea out of the corner of his eye as she set her tools down and shifted around to face them both. "No, no, it's alright, hermano. You can ask. It was a really long time ago, and I'm mostly okay now."

"Mostly?" Dom echoed, looking up at him again, searching his face, trying to find an answer in his expression.

There was no reason to try to hide anything—not with them. They didn't need the pretty version of things—the glossed-over, watered-down, sanitized truth. It was messy and ugly and uncomfortable, but they were safe, and that was the only thing that mattered. Still, he felt that hard throb in the center of his chest, the last dying ember of a fear he'd spent years trying to extinguish and couldn't quite snuff out completely. He'd learned to live with it, to maneuver around it, and it remained largely inconspicuous if still softly smoldering somewhere in the distance. But here, now, he felt like he could pick that ember up in his bare hands and not get burned by it. It was as small a spark as it had ever been.

Rhea leaned her elbow against the back of the sofa, resting her chin on her hand, looking at Damian with a softness that made his heart ache, but he couldn't quite bring himself to meet her gaze just yet. Instead, he shifted a little and tugged Dom upright, coaxing him into his lap so Rhea had space to move up onto the couch next to them. He slipped into the space between Damian's thigh and the arm of the sofa, legs draped over and between his, shoulder tucked just under his arm, blanket folded around their limbs. 

He felt Rhea's lips fall against his cheek as she rose and took her place on the other side, her legs tucked beneath her as she reached for him and tangled their fingers together. Part of him was glad it was just the three of them, then. It wasn't that he didn't want Finn and JD to know, just that it seemed easier to deal with when there weren't so many people staring at him. The wound had healed, sure, but it had scarred, and some of those scars were thicker, deeper than others. It was hard to know where to start sometimes. He cleared his throat, blinked a few times, and stared up at the ceiling.

"Truth is," he started, gaze gliding back to the television and the credits rolling there. "I wasn't fully aware of what was happening at the time. There were just a bunch of whispered conversations I don't think I was ever meant to hear, and then, all of a sudden, I was being shipped back to New York. I didn't understand why I had to leave—just that everyone was upset all the time, and all I knew was that I was at the center of it. I thought I was being punished for something, but I didn't know what, and I didn't know how to process everything that was going on either—so I just didn't."

Silence hung heavy for a few seconds, but Damian needed that pause to ground himself—to settle into the warmth that surrounded them, the feeling of Rhea's thumb brushing over his knuckles, and Dom's hand curled softly in the front of his shirt. 

"I didn't start dealing with any of it until a lot later," he continued, still staring at some vague spot in the middle distance. "I had a coach who basically told me to get my shit together, then shoved me in the direction of a therapist. I hated it. I thought it was stupid and pointless—that there was nothing I could benefit from knowing—that it was gonna be a massive waste of time. Then, little by little, it started to help—even if, eventually, it opened up a can of worms I didn't realize was actually full of snakes. Once I started digging, I started to remember, and it hit me like a fucking truck. I had nightmares for weeks. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I could barely make it to practice. I was a wreck. And, thankfully, a lot of people gave me a lot of grace while it was happening. They didn't know—no one did—they just knew I was trying to get my head on straight and that, hopefully, I was going to come out the other side of it better."

His throat was dry, and he could feel his voice faltering, but he forced himself to keep going. It was cathartic, in a way, like taking a hot knife to an infected wound and prying it open so the poison could drain out.

"There were things that had grown around that initial memory, though—rooted into it, branched off of it—things that needed to be handled separate from everything else. But by the time I moved to Vegas, I'd gotten a hold of most of that, too. The real bone-deep pain wasn't there anymore. Every once in a while, something still flares up, and I have to sit with it for a bit, but..." he shrugged, "but at least I can sit with it now. I can look at it and acknowledge that it's there, and it hurts, and that's okay. Most of the time, it's just phantom pain, anyway; something that aches because it remembers, not because it's still bleeding."

Rhea's palm slid against his cheek, cupping his jaw as she guided his face towards hers, and he felt the slightest sting in the corners of his eyes. That was residual, too—a reflex left over from all the times he'd secluded himself in some small, dark place, hoping he might feel safe enough to cry through the pain. He blinked it away and leaned into her touch, resting his forehead against hers for a moment. He could feel her eyelashes flutter against his, her fingernails gliding softly through his beard, holding him there as he breathed deep and steadied himself. When he pulled back, he found Dom's dark eyes still watching him, quiet and curious and unassuming—a dozen different questions lingering in his gaze. Damian carded his fingers through his hair, tucking loose strands away from his face, tracing the line of his jaw with his thumb. Dom's lips twitched into a soft smile, and he pressed his cheek into Damian's palm.

"Is that why you've always been so good with me and my bad dreams?" he asked.

He laughed and nodded, his smile finally softening into something more natural. "I'm sure it has something to do with it, yeah. But you're easy to take care of."

His smile faded for a moment as he shifted his hand to curl around Dom's shoulder, holding him snug against his chest. If he'd noticed the flicker of emotion on Damian's face that time, he didn't let on; he just tucked himself in closer, drawing his knees up, and nuzzled into the solid expanse of Damian's chest. Sometimes he wondered how alike the two of them were and how much Dom kept quietly closed off for the sake of everyone else around him—to continue being the bright little ball of sunshine they all knew. But it wasn't the right time to start digging into that. He could only hope that offering this small fragment of himself would be enough that they might also feel safe in unburdening their darkness with him—more than they already had. He pressed a kiss to the top of Dom's head and shifted his gaze back to Rhea, catching the soft, sidelong glance she cast in his direction.

"I'm proud of you," she said, her voice low and warm, gentle as she drew her fingers through his hair and grazed her thumb along his temple. "You know that, right?"

Damian hummed, the sound rumbling in the back of his throat, and nodded, turning his face to press a kiss to the inside of her wrist. "I do," he murmured, reaching for her other hand again. "But it's still nice to hear sometimes."

[fandomfucker]

can I request a poly!judgement day x fem!reader, where she get stressed out and cooks and bakes as a stress response?

Baker-Poly!TJD x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve kinda disappeared lately, I’m dealing with a lot of mental issues on top of school and work but I’m jotting down ideas when I can, just don’t expect anything regularly😓

Word Count: 1,383

The sickly sweet smell of vanilla filled the kitchen, spilling out into the rest of the house. The harsh tempo of a metal song reverberated throughout the house, originating from the kitchen. Clanging noises emerged as various cooking utensils clashed against metal bowls. Hurried footsteps paced back and forth on the warm-tiled-floors. 

In the kitchen, pacing in front of the untidy countertops, covered in various spilled ingredients, was Y/n. She cradled a metal mixing bowl to her chest as she used a whisk and beat the dry ingredients laid in the bowl.

Small puffs of powder flew up as the whisk repeatedly hit the side of the bowl, coating Y/n’s ‘Kiss the cook’ apron as well as her face. She blew small streams of air out the corner of her mouth, fluttering strands of hair that had fallen from its updo. 

Her hips swayed gently to the beat of the music, the chilling voice of Spencer Charnas from Ice Nine Kills floated around the room. “Now I’m lost on my own, in search of something real.” She sang along. 

Lately, her partners, all four members of The Judgment Day, had all been on the road for almost a week now and for Y/n, work had been unbelievably stressful, what with the giant company-wide project she’d been leading. And when she’s stressed (which had gotten to be more often than not lately) she bakes. So, her partners had had her own pantry built with every possible ingredient for whatever she wanted, whenever. 

The four members of The Judgment Day were scheduled to return home tonight but their flight had been delayed, prolonging Y/n’s stress baking.

There was already an apple pie and pumpkin brownies baking in the oven, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies cooling on the counter. Even though it seemed like an absurd amount of sweets, she knew that whatever she and her partners couldn’t eat or didn’t want would go to either co-workers (the other wrestlers loved her and her diet-breaking-treats) or to some of the neighborhood kids to take home.

Her brows, furrowed in concentration, straightened shot up in excitement as she heard the telltale signs of her favorite song “THIS IS MY BRUTALITY!”. She began bumping along to the rhythm of the metal music. 

“Hey Siri, turn the volume up!” She half-shouted to be heard. The music got louder, now as loud as it could possibly go as Y/n finally began to loosen up. Jumping around the kitchen, mixing her wet and dry ingredients, she paid no mind to anything else around her. Not even the sound of the front door opening as her partners all walked in.

The four of them stood, shocked in a huddle just inside the door as they watched their partner belt out the lyrics to Rhea’s theme song. A favorite partner was never and never would be a thing between the group, however a favorite theme song was totally different. 

Rhea’s baffled expression slowly grew into a smug smirk, as she watched her girlfriend sing and dance along to her song.

It took entirely too long for Y/n to notice that other people had even entered the house, not to mention were right behind her, watching.

“The demon in your dreams, now hear me in your scr-AHHH.” Her timing was impeccable. 

Y/n bent over, one hand on her knee as the other clutched her chest, breathing heavily while her heart raced. “Holy shit, you guys scared me.”

Rhea grinned as she stepped forward, grabbing the back of Y/n’s neck, her fingers gripping her baby hairs, and gently pulling her upright as she kissed her forehead smugly. “Sorry, love.” She laughed.

Y/n all but collapsed against Rhea, laying her head against her chest, wrapping her arms around her waist tightly while Rhea held her waist with one arm, cradling her head in the other, snorting with laughter.

Y/n’s cheeks heated at the laughter, causing her to bury her face even further into Rhea until a beeping noise, one of the several timers Y/n had set, went off. 

Y/n practically threw herself away from Rhea, keeping her head down as she slid on her purple monster oven mitts and grabbed the pumpkin brownies out of the oven, leaving the pie in there for a few more minutes.

The end of Rhea’s song finally came around, much to Y/n’s delight. 

Until she remembered that she’d put the song on repeat to play again and the starting lyric had her partners doubled over in laughter again, much to her chagrin.

Shamefully, she walked over to her phone and took it off of repeat, skipping the song just before she turned off her phone and put it back on the counter.

Only for the next song to play to be Dominik’s theme song.

All four members of the Judgment Day were actively laying on the floor dying with laughter at this point. Finn began coughing uncontrollably in an effort to not throw up while Rhea tried not to piss herself.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n crossed her arms as she watched her partners squirm around on the ground. “Alright, guys. We get it. I like your theme music. Big whup.”

She turned back to the counter, laying out the dough she’d just mixed as she began to knead it against the flour-covered counter.

“Hey,” Damian’s hands gripped her waist from behind as he held her to him. There was still a bit of laughter in his voice but Y/n could tell he meant what he was saying. “We think it’s very endearing, muñeca. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed her temple lovingly as the other three finally peeled themselves up off the floor.

“Aht!” She yelled, almost as a reflex when she swatted Dominik’s wandering hand towards the still cooling cookies on the counter next to her.

His big brown eyes showed the hurt of a kicked puppy as he looked at her in betrayal,

“First of all, all four of you need to take a shower. Then we’re going to have dinner, then you can have a cookie. Okay?” Y/n explained, waddling towards Dominik, Damian’s hands still firm on her waist causing her to drag him along heftily.

Dominik nodded sadly, perking up significantly when Y/n placed her hands on his cheeks, bringing his face up to give him a quick peck on the lips. Sounds of protest came from around the room from the other three who had yet to receive a kiss.

“Hey!” Y/n silenced the four of them, staring into Dom’s big brown eyes. “We can have so many cuddles and kisses after dinner and showers, okay? We’ll watch a movie and have cookies, and brownies,and pie and make-outs. But after.” She bent his head down to kiss his forehead before gently pushing him away.

Prying Damian’s fingers from her waist, Y/n turned around to face him, gently pushing his chest as well in the direction of the stairs, gesturing with her finger for him to go up there.

“Dibs on the master shower! By myself,” Rhea added at the shared lewd looks from the boys.

Y/n laughed at the boys’ obvious pouting but they all made their way past her towards the stairs to use the guest bathroom upstairs, which was really about the same size as the master. 

As Finn passed Y/n, he lightly squeezed her waist and gave her a small peck on the cheek. “Your secret’s safe with us, love.” He laughed.

Y/n just grumbled in response as she went back to her dough. 

Rhea smirked as she got an idea, and walked behind Y/n to get to the stairs. She smacked her ass on the way, grinning wickedly at the gasp that Y/n let out. 

“Rhea!” She exclaimed, trying to contain her laughter as she held her stinging flesh. 

“Sorry, babe! I just couldn’t help myself!” Rhea giddily bounded up the stairs.

A small smile graced Y/n’s features as she went back to her baking. She was still stressed but now that her partners were home, they could help to carry some of the load. She didn’t have to do it alone.

[mazikeenhyde]

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery - Part 2

POLY JUDGMENT DAY – 18+ - MINORS DNI! 

WARNING – FULL ANGST  - FIGHTING (PHYSICAL&VERBAL), CHEATING, DRUGS, ED, DOMVS SUB etc 

WRESTLER-READER (female)  X WWE JUDGMENT DAY – RHEA RIPLEY, DAMIAN PRIEST, DOMINIK MYSTERIO, FINN BALOR 

-Part 2 -

Finn and I had gotten back home a lot later than I expected, we had trained for a solid three hours in a local gym. He mainly focused on the weights section and training his already perfect abs. Meanwhile I was imagining Dom’s face on the punching bag and let all hell break loose, as I knocked the ever-loving shit out of it repeatedly, cussing the twat under my breath. Don’t get me wrong, I loved Dominik with all my heart, I loved every single one of them. But at times Dom could be such a dick, especially since the whole Liv Morgan storyline had started. He was different, he acted like a whole new person at times. I could sit back and close my eyes just imagining how much I would love to just throttle him until he begged me to stop, except when he would be pleading with me, I wouldn’t… not at first anyway. 

As we made our way into the house it was dark, the lights were all off and the hallways silent. Kissing my forehead Finn quietly turned and crept upstairs as he was ready to shower and crash in bed. Same routine as ever for me, I needed to get a drink of water and have a moment to myself before I could turn off for the night. 

Making my way into the kitchen I reached out and flicked on the undercounter lights, knowing full well they wouldn’t be half as bright as if I turned on the main one. I didn’t want to disturb the others who I imagined were all fast asleep, but I was wrong. 

The second the light came on a dark figure leaning against the kitchen Island, mere inches in front of me came into full view. It was Rhea, and she was pissed. 

Her eyes, like dark inviting pools you could easily drown in glared down at me as she stood with her arms crossed. Adorning her black skinny jeans and laced corset top her fingers tapped against her skin, running her nails along her bicep. 

“Don’t Lie to me y/n.” She stated, bluntly, calmly and without any emotion. 

Stepping to the side I spotted a small wooden box behind her, and I recognized it all to well. It had been hidden in my bedside cabinet. It was private, and I knew the only person who had found out about it, obviously couldn’t keep their mouth shut. 

“little cunt” I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes for a second, but I was rather sharply bought back into reality as Rhea lunged herself forward, wrapping a hand around my throat and pushing me back, pinning me against the kitchen wall behind. Her grasp around my throat tightened and her eyes burned a whole wave of fury like I had never witnessed before. 

A part of me was terrified in that moment, the other part a little turned on. But the fear was definitely winning. 

“I’m not playing with you y/n.” Rhea spat out as her other hand slammed against the wall right next to my face. 

Her grip around my throat loosened as she took a tight hold to the front of my hoodie instead and threw me forward, tossing me straight into the kitchen island. I fell forward, stomach taking the full impact as I braced over the counter and paused trying to catch my breath. Rhea came up behind me and taking a handful of my hair pulled me back up so I was standing again and whispered in my ear. 

“Open it.” 

But I dare not, I knew what she would say, and she would never understand. 

“No.” I muttered silently, full of fear yet I knew the contents of that box needed to stay secret. 

Rhea seemed genuinely surprised by my response for a second as her grasp on my hair got tighter. 

“What did you say?” She spat out through gritted teeth, taking in a sharp deep breath and inhaling my scent. The smell of sweat and fear only further fueled that dominant side of her. 

“I said…NO!” I tried to shout as I attempted to escape her grasp. 

“I can open it…” a soft and quiet voice came from the shadowed hallway behind us. Rhea turned, pulling me with her as we both turned to see Dominik, in his black and yellow checkered pajama trousers and Latino Cheat t-shirt.

The boy took a step forward as Rhea released her grip on my hair and I took a step back, staring Dominik down. 

“Don’t you fucking dare” I stated, staring a hole through him, but I could tell he was enjoying being able to one up me. 

Before either of them could move I lept onto the Island countertop grabbing the box and holding it up in the air, away from their reach. 

 “FUCK OFF, JUST, JUST FUCK OFF THE LOT OF YOU!...”I paused to take a breath, “Why can’t you all just get out of my space, just get out of my, of my life for like 5 minutes!” I screamed, clearly loud enough that Damian and Finn had come downstairs and entered the kitchen as well in time to hear my great speech. They both seemed both surprised and a little worried at the sight of Rhea and Dominik standing at the base of the kitchen counter while I had somehow made my way to the top, waving a little wooden box in the air like it was the holy grail. 

Finn stared up at me as Damian walked to the side, unfortunately for me being a short arse in comparison he could still reach my hands, even if my arms were fully stretched out. Wrapping one large arm around my waist he pulled me down while pulling the box out from my hand with the other and passing it over to Rhea. 

“No Damian, stop! Please!” I pleaded as he placed me down on my feet and stood behind me. He held his arms out and held me in a tight embrace, it was both comforting and a little uneasy all at the same time. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to be nice or just keep me still. 

Dom smirked at me, offering a wink, like he was so pleased he could screw with me once again. Ever since Summer Slam he had found a new personality trait he was thriving off. This whole I’m better than everyone and I’m such a bad boy, blah blah blah. Even if I loved him, his behavior made me wanna knock him out so badly. He reached out his arm to take the box from Rhea, but she flicked his hands away, never breaking eye contact with me. 

“Nah, that’s not how we are going to play this.” Her Azzie accent was thick, deep and felt all to emotionally invested in this very moment. 

Slamming the box on the countertop she slid it over towards me, her eyes glaring through her dark eyeshadow. I could tell something in her had clicked. 

“You want us out of your space, out of your life? Fine” she said, taking a step forward and placing one finger below my chin to raise it up to meet her, tears welling up in my eyes. She didn’t care though; you would think she was enjoying it.  

“If this is so important to you, that it means more than what we have? Know damn well, that regardless of what anyone else thinks… I expected better from you, y/n” 

Great, way to make me feel shit. I was getting the I’m not angry, just disappointed lecture.

“But Rhea? She…” Dom interjected but before he could finish I had finally had enough of him. Breaking away from Damian’s grasp I pushed passed Rhea and in one swift move, my fist collided with Dom’s face. 

“FOR ONCE CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP!” I screamed as he fell back, gripping his face. 

Damian was quick to grab a hold of me as Rhea got in between us and Finn latched onto  Dominik before he could retaliate. 

“You always gotta cause trouble don’t you y/n! You’ve always gotta be the center of attention!” He spat, wrestling with Finn’s grip. “Love over Loyalty y/n! and here you are keeping secrets!”   

“HA! That’s rich! Seems like you’re the attention whore these days, parading around RAW like your some GOD!” I tussled and escaped Damian’s grip as Rhea latched her arm around my front while I got in Dom’s face. 

“Funny thing, bringing up loyalty Dom Dom… how is Liv?” I questioned smiling, knowing full well I had hit a nerve. His cheek had turned red and was starting to swell at this point. It hurt my heart a little, but my anger soon buried those emotions. 

“That. Is. Just. A. Storyline.” Dom was furious, spitting every word through gritted teeth. I raised my eyebrows enjoying the reaction from him as Rhea pushed me back into Damian who took a tighter hold of me. 

“I Dunno Dom, seems a little too real these days” I offered him a wink, “Did you really need to spend sooooooo much time together outside of WWE’s walls. Someone’s enjoying themselves?” 

“ENOUGH” Rhea shouted, slamming her fist on the counter. “ENOUGH!” 

Just then a familiar ringtone filled the room, and I smirked as Dom’s face turned to his pocket. 

Dom took a hard swallow as Rhea reached into his pocket and glared at the photo of Liv Morgan flashing up on his phone screen. 

“Busted…” I sang out and smiled as Damian’s grip loosened on me. 

Dom threw his arms up and out from Finn as he ran over and grabbed the box from the countertop…

“If I’m going down, you’re coming with me!” he shouted. 

“NO!” I screamed and reached forward as he smashed it onto the floor, exposing its contents on the ground. 

My secret spilled out across the tile floor and not a single member of the judgment day said a word. They just stared at the floor, forgetting for a moment that only seconds before Dom and I were ready to fully knock the shit out of each other.

Rhea turned to look at me, disappointment etched across her face.

"It's not what you think..." I pleaded with her, tears running down my cheeks.

"Then tell me y/n, tell me."

TBC

-Anyone want me to put them on a tag list for part 3? -

[mamisfavmosher]

Heyyy I just read your poly judgment day x reader, and I was wondering if I could request something. Could you write something in poly? Judgment Day gets jealous.

I KNOW I KNOW the jealous trope is basic and overdone, but I love it. Could it end in SFW? We all love a bit of NSFW, but I rarely see people write the Jealous trope without making it NSFW.

so I'm thinking something before the time of JD being in the Judgment Day because I wanna write it in a way that Damian is even more pissed because it's JD trying to get with their girl...

thief in the clubhouse // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

warnings: language, a bit violence, mentions of death threats, etc

Readers POV

I was lounging in the Judgment Day's clubhouse backstage at a show, waiting for Rhea and the boys to get back from a segment. Casually scrolling through my phone and listening to their segment on a monitor, I wasn't paying much attention to anything else.

"Hey, beautiful." A voice from the other side of room called out. I quickly looked over to see who was talking and a glare immediately set on my face. JD stood in the doorway, smirking at me, before walking closer to me to sit on the couch I was lounging on.

"What do you want? You're not supposed to be in here." I told him, a hint of warning in my voice. "They'll be back any second." I pointed back toward the screen where the gothic members of the Judgment Day were exiting the ring.

"It's fine! I don't think they'll mind someone loving on their girl while they're gone..." JD said, scooting closer on the couch towards me. My eyebrows instantly furrowed at his words.

"Don't come any closer. And, they definitely would mind!" I gave him a pointed look and moved over a few inches on the couch, suddenly very aware of all his movements.

"Oh, c'mon. I'm practically in the Judgment Day already. Doesn't that mean you're my girl, too?" JD had a sick smirk on his face as he moved to kneel in front of me, grabbing at my hands.

"Don't touch me!" I yelled out and quickly moved toward the door, desperate to get away from him. At the same moment, the door to the clubhouse swung open, Rhea and the boys walking in.

All four of their faces immediately dropped at the sight of JD, death glares of different degrees being sent toward him.

"He tried to touch me!" I yelled toward them, clearly worked up about the situation. "He came in here and wouldn't leave." I watched with wide eyes as Damian stormed over to JD, throwing him against the wall.

"How many times do I have to tell you! You're not welcome here and you're not part of the Judgment Day! And, now you're touching my girl?! Our girl?!" Damian continued slamming him against the wall, lifting him off his feet and holding him by his neck. Rhea, Finn, and Dom ran over to the two men, genuinely fearing for JD.

"Damian!" and "Damian, let him go!" rang out through the clubhouse as the three other members tried to get Damian to loosen his grip on JD's neck.

"You thought you could touch her?!" Damian yelled at JD among other vile threats toward his life. Finn and Rhea were finally able to pull Damian's arms away enough to drop JD to the ground.

"You piece of shit..." Dom sneered and kicked at JD's heaving body.

"If you even think of touching her again... We'll let him kill you." Rhea threatened in a deep tone, warning him of Damian's wrath. "Get out."

JD scrambled to his feet and stumbled out the door, still gasping for air. Finn slammed and locked the door behind him before walking towards me and pulling me into his arms. His hands smoothed over my hair in a comforting manner, resting his chin on my head. I relaxed in his hold, relishing in his warmth.

"I think we should hire a personal bodyguard for her." Rhea said through gritted teeth, still glaring at the door. Dom nodded in agreement and I let out a small giggle at their words.

"I don't need a bodyguard. Besides, Damian would probably try and kill him, too." I laughed out, gently pulling away from Finn to give Damian a hug. He gladly accepted it and held me tightly against him.

"You're ours. Anyone else gets a death threat." Damian muttered in a growl before planting a kiss on the top of my head.

"Not a death sentence?" Dom joked, gently nudging Damian's arm.

"Depends on the crime. She said he tried to touch her. Not that he succeeded." Damian remarked with a grimace. Rhea laughed out loud at his comment.

"Either way, you're fully protected, pretty girl." Rhea said, walking over to kiss my cheek and gently smooth down my hair.

"I love you guys." I said with a sweet smile, making sure to look at all of them. "Thanks for saving me."

"No problem, lass. We'll always be there to save you." Finn said with a smirk, kissing my other cheek.

"Save a kiss for me, guys." Dom complained, running over to plant a small kiss on my lips.

We spent the rest of the night watching the matches on the monitor, cuddled up on the couch. I had never felt more safe and protected.

[ripleylove]

Sunshine.

requested by @judgementdaysunshine saying: Can I have poly Judgement day x Fem autistic reader with the prompt "You’re the sunshine on a dark day"?

pairings: the judgment day x austistic fem reader.

genre: fluff!

summary: Damian,Rhea,Finn and Dominik couldn't live without you,and their little gestures demonstrated it.

A/N: final exam in 2 days. im not happy. i hope this ends soon cause im gonna smash my head on a chandelier.

this is a kinda headcanon type of thing? I hope it's okay!!

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The love you felt around you was special.

You didn't feel different like your previous partners made you feel,you just felt right with them.

The way they made efforts to make you happy was heartwarming,and you couldn't help but fall for them even more.

Damian never failed to make you feel special,his big and strong figure protecting your clumsy one.

The two of you always baked cookies together,and he was always careful about any textures that could bother you.

Also,the way his arms wrapped around you was ethereal,caging you in his protectiveness and his strength.

When you would watch the stars with Finn, you always made a wish and then you kissed,sealing the promise to have each other with a love forever true.

If you felt down and you felt like clouds were in your head,Finn didn't make it a big deal,no,he just tried his best to comfort you while staying in bed,your forever safe place.

When you got hurt, Finn was always be the one to put a cute little bandage where you got hurt,kissing it better after.

With Dominik,life was never boring. He always had fun things to do (some of them extremely stupid,but since it's Dominik we're talking about,it isn't even surprising.), that the both of you would always do.

He was super jealous,in public would always try to be close to you,Damian,Finn and Rhea to show that they're taken and loved.

If people in public made you feel overwhelmed,he always took your hand and took you to the nearest cafe to buy you a boba,not without telling his other partners,of course.

And,finally,Rhea. She always did your make up, experimenting with new styles and new colors that weren't in your comfort zone,to try something new. And,of course, you also did hers.

At lunch time,when the five of you were eating,she always shared half of her food with you,lovingly feeding it to you.

As always,she would softly trace the tip of her nails on your neck while you were cuddling,especially when you needed some stimming. It would give you chills,and your giggles never failed to make her smile.

The four of them were completely delighted when they were with you,each moment spent with you was simply wonderful.

The love they had for you and for each other was incredible,the world for them could not go on if you weren't with them,so every night they prayed to never lose you.

You were the reason they woke up in the morning,and, especially,you were the sunshine on a dark day.

taglist: @bibibi-tchx @stellakiddsblog @p-mp @thegalacticnacho091 @teenagedramaqueenlisa

[babybatlover]

I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC

its rhea x reader smut

Ok so reader loses a match and rhea punishes her and the tjd boys come and watch as rhea overstims reader, PLEASE HELP

[all-risejd]

Chapter 23: The first Meeting (A Poly Judgement Day Fic)

San Diego May 10th, 2023 Wednesday

Nessa wakes up and rolls over snuggling back into Dominik's chest, what he told her last night coming back to the forefront of her thoughts. She rests her hand on his chest and smiles. He wants nothing more than to have that future he envisions for them. She draws shapes on his chest with her finger. She remembers the first time she met him in her Emergency room and how far they have come.

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Sometime in October of 2018

Nessa’s curly red hair is tied back in a messy bun, her stethoscope slung around her neck. The black scrubs she is wearing that day washing out her complexion making her look even more pale than usual. She looks up from her charting when she sees a young man, tall hair cut short with glasses and a hoodie with a wrestler she recognizes as Rey Mysterio on it. He is calling out for help as he is carrying someone, supporting their weight, practically dragging them in, blood pouring down the other guy's face, his eyes unable to focus.

“You gotta help me, we had an accident in training.” The boy in the hoodie asks, panicking, his own breaths shallow. 

Nessa springs into action, snapping on a pair of gloves as she runs over two other nurses joining her. Together they set the man in a wheelchair, one of the other nurses holding the wound on his head to stem the bleeding while Nessa uses her penlight to assess the pupillary response. “His pupils are sluggish, take him to CT and page Neuro while I get information from his friend here,” Nessa orders the others who immediately do as told. Nessa takes off her gloves and turns to the young man who she can’t help but eye up and down, appreciating the chubbiness in his cheeks and finding him adorable even in his panicked state. “Hey your friend will be fine, our doctors and nurses are the best in the state, now I need you to breathe.” She takes a deep breath to demonstrate and continues once he takes a few deep breaths with her. “Good, now tell me what happened and his name so I can start his chart instead of calling him John Doe.” Nessa gives him her best calming smile.

“Andrew, his name is Andrew Watkins, we were training, we are training to be wrestlers and he botched a move and hit his head on the steps.” He explains near hyperventilation again.

“Sir I need you to breathe with me again” She instructs, taking an exaggerated deep breath, the young man copying her. “Ok, now what is your name sir,” She asked as he blinked back tears.

“Dom, Dominik.” He answers, his voice shaky. 

Nessa nods and pats his knee. “Ok, Dominik, is there any family we can contact for Mr Watkins?” Nessa asks, writing down information in her little notepad to put in the chart when she is at her computer.

“Yuh… yeah, his brother” Dominik gives her his information and she quickly writes it down.

“Unfortunately Dominik I can’t give you any updates on him because you are not next of kin, I am going to call his brother and when he gets here we will give him the update and what he does with that information is up to him.” Nessa holds up her hand to stop him from arguing, “I’m sorry but it’s the law, he is alive and that is all I can tell you ok.” Nessa assures him before getting up and going back to the computer at the intake desk. She inputs the information into his chart and calls the number Dominik provided, then going back to triaging patients coming in and calling people back. 

Dominik keeps his gaze flickering between the door and to Nessa. Grateful at how nice she was and he can’t help but admire the strands of hair that have made their way out of her bun that frame her face and is floored at how she handles those coming in with such compassion yet being stern and firm when needed. Before too long Andrews' brother Alex comes running in and goes straight for Dominik. 

Nessa gets up from behind the desk and begins to go over to the two men, but gets stopped by someone stumbling in covered in blood that is still pouring from his neck and chest, over his hand where he has his thumb stuck in a gaping hole in his neck. Nessa immediately jumps into action, going over to the man and guiding towards the trauma room, only for someone to step in front of them. She looks up to the two men seeing Dominik, and the man that must be Andrew's brother Alex.

“I need you to move please.” Nessa asks firmly trying to guide the gentleman around them but Alex steps in front of her again. “Sir this man is bleeding out as we speak, I need to get him into the trauma room. A doctor will be out soon to update you on your brother now get the fuck out of the way before I mow you down.” Nessa orders losing her temper, her concern is the man bleeding out onto her scrubs. Dominik sees how serious the situation is and how serious the young woman is. He fears for Alex’s life so he pulls him out the way and she drags this full grown man, probably twice her weight and a good foot taller than her. He stares in awe at how strong she is, physically and mentally to be able to do this job. 

Alex scoffs and crosses his arms, “I am going to go get her manager, she can't speak to us that way.” He complains. 

Dominik rolls his eyes and smacks Alex on the back of his head. “Hey stupid, the guy was literally bleeding out and she is just trying to do her job. Andrew is alive, she told me that much. You totally deserved that and more. That guy could die because you blocked her way, look at the trail of blood on the ground.” Dominik gestures, both of their eyes going toward the trail that leads to the room a bunch of people are running in and out of, Dominik smiling to himself when he sees the petite redhead exit the room, a look of relief on her face before she disappears down a hallway.

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A few days later

Dominik enters the lobby of the Emergency room, his eyes searching for the kind red headed nurse, intent to apologize for Alex’s behavior and maybe… His eyes light up seeing her behind the counter. He pops his neck and shakes out his hands before heading over to her. He gets to the counter and clears his throat to get her attention, unable to form words because of how nervous he is. She looks up and smiles kindly at him.

“Dominik right? What brings you in today, is everything alright, was there another training accident?” She gets out of her seat and walks around the counter to assess him. 

He looks down at her and blushes, shaking his head. “Well then what do you need? This is an emergency room and we need to care for our patients.” Nessa crosses her arms and cocks her  head, confused as to why this man is in her ER with no injury or emergency.

“I uh…” Dominik clears his throat and starts again, “I wanted to apologize for my friend's behavior and for getting in the way the other day. You were just trying to do your job and here…” He flings his hand out towards her with a gift card to Dunkin Donuts. Nessa only raises her eyebrows, not uncrossing her arms. “You work long hours and know you must live off of coffee like my mom did and you deal with idiots like Alex and me all day so I thought you might appreciate it. The amount is written on the back of the card…” Dominik explains and Nessa slowly uncrosses her arms and takes the card, sliding it into her pocket without looking at the back.

“Thank you, that is very sweet. I Don't mean to sound rude but I have to get back to work and you don’t have an emergency to tend to so I have to ask you to leave.” Nessa steps to the side for him to leave but he stays in his spot, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders raised near his ears, clearly wanting to say something else. “Go on, say what you need to hun.” Nessa prompts and Dominik exhales sharply.

“I was wondering if I could take you out for coffee sometime as well?” His eyes widened, anxious for her answer, pulling his arms closer to his body, hands still in his pockets. Nessa sighs and looks at him sadly,

“I’m sorry sir, I’m not looking for a relationship right now and well I just don’t have the time.” She shoots him down, forcing herself to keep her arms at her side instead of wrapping them around herself for some comfort. 

Dominik looks dejected and his shoulders drop. “Oh that's fine, I just want to do something nice to make up for the other day. No expectations of anything else, please?” Dominik offers just wanting to get the opportunity to know her. 

Nessa shakes her head in the negative. “No to that either. As I said I just don’t have the time, and while you seem like a very nice man, very cute, I just can’t. Now please go so I can get back to work.” Nessa gestures towards the doors. Dominik nods his head before hanging it down, shuffling out the door clearly dejected. 

Once he is out the doors another nurse behind the counter snickers. “Oh he is sweet on you and seems like a sweet kid. You need someone like that after…” She starts teasing but gets serious. 

Nessa waves her off dismissively. “I don’t need or want a relationship right now, especially after what happened. It's only been a few months, thank god he is back in the UK. I need to learn how to be by myself for a while.” Nessa plops down in her seat and takes a sip from her water bottle.

The older nurse responds, “I know it's not just that, you are afraid and that's ok, but you know what I say about courage. It is being afraid and doing the thing anyway.” Nessa pauses in her typing, the woman's words hitting home.

“Sarah, I… I know… It's just… It’s just too soon.” Nessa answers.

Sarah gives her a sad smile. “Well that's fine then… sooooo… how much was that Dunkin card because coffee is on you tomorrow.” Sarah asks, changing the subject, and trying to get free coffee. Nessa rolls her eyes and scoffs, pulling the card out of her pocket. She flips it over and her eyes widen and she just stares at it. “What? How much is it like 50? Or something.” Sarah asks, rolling her chair over and looking at the back of the card. “Holy fuck!” Sarah almost yells seeing the $300 written on the back of the card. 

Nessa slowly lowers it and puts it back in her pocket. “We are not using this, if he comes back I am giving it back to him because that is ridiculous.” Nessa shakes her head.

Sarah pouts, “But come on, you deserve it and if he wants to just give you 300 bucks let him. He probably has a rich dad or something and doesn’t know how to properly apologize so that's how they do it.” Sarah theorizes, already back on her charting, muttering about rich boys under her breath.

“Who hurt you?” Nessa mutters as she taps her fingers on the desk. Sarah was content to ignore her in favor of charting, so shaking her head, Nessa continued on, “No Sarah, that is too much money. He will be back to ask me out again that I know. I'll give it back to him then, end of discussion” Nessa gets up and walks away not wanting to be badgered about the man.

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Almost a week passes by and Nessa is about to walk in the doors of the hospital, the gift card sitting unused in her wallet. Nessa enters and sees a different nurse, one she is very fond of, long light brown hair braided neatly, hung over her shoulder. The nurse looks up and smirks deviously at Nessa who groans, walking over and plopping down in her chair. “Don't you start Olivia, we may be best friends but you don’t get the card either, that is going back to him when he inevitably comes back.” Nessa shakes her head, swinging the chair side to side, eying the empty emergency room. 

Olivia giggles before responding, “Oh he has already been back, twice while you were gone with some fake ass injuries or minor bruising from his training. Apparently, he is training to be a wrestler like his dad.” Olivia teases and Nessa looks at her confused. Olivia continues on explaining, “Oh he came in asking for you and explained to me what happened that first time. And how he is so floored by how nice you are and how fierce you are.” Nessa gives Olivia a look that screams you better not have given him any information and Olivia clocks that right away. “Don’t worry I didn’t tell him anything important, Just that you are fresh out of a bad relationship and not ready for anything and to not get his hopes up.” 

Nessa sighs in relief, that sigh turns into a groan when she sees that Olivia is still smirking, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Whaaaaattttt” Nessa groans, not really wanting to know but unable to not know at this point.

“Do you want to know who his dad is?” Olivia asks.

Nessa shakes her head, signing in to the computer to try to do some busy work. “No, I don’t really care. I don’t plan to really see him again or get to know him so I don’t need to know.” Nessa answers even though the question is nagging at her but she ignores it. Olivia snorts but keeps the answer to herself, getting up to go intake the patient that just walked in.

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It is nearing 8pm and the end of Nessa’s shift which was thankfully uneventful. She looks up from her computer when she hears the sliding doors of the ER. She can’t help but roll her eyes to see Dominik again. Olivia hides her mouth behind her hand and giggles. “Men are so predictable.” Nessa mumbles under her breath as he approaches the counter, his hands in his pockets, his shoulders slumped over trying to look smaller, a sheepish smile adorning his cute chubby face. Nessa shakes her head to clear that thought.

“I had another accident in training, this time legit. I hit my head and things are a little fuzzy, my trainer drove me.” He gestures to the door and rubs the back of his head and he winces at the pressure. 

Nessa goes into business mode, guiding him back into the exam room to get his vitals and information. Olivia wiggling her eyebrows at them, Nessa flipping her off before pulling the curtain closed for some privacy. “So I've been told you have been a frequent flier here for the last week.” Nessa starts the conversation while taking his blood pressure.

“Yeah well I felt I offended you by asking you out twice after you said no the first time then giving you the card with so much money on it. I’m not that kind of guy, no is a complete sentence and I know better. And I am not trying to flash money to get you to date me. I just wanted to do something nice, no strings attached.” He explains, wincing when she gently prods his head, lightly humming as she does.

“And what is prompting this oddly specific apology. I can assure you that I was not offended in the slightest.” She asks, typing information into her tablet to start his chart.

“Ah, uh.” Dominik stutters and rubs the back of his neck, “A good family friend, she, uh, pointed out how it looked and I never want to be seen like that. Uh it is also just dawning on me that the frequent unnecessary visits are also potentially troubling, I’m sorry I just needed to apologize in person and the other nurses wouldn’t tell me when you would be here which is understandable, the one out there told me you like coffee specifically a cold brew from Dunkin. And that you frequent the one around the corner...” He stares at the ground unable to make eye contact. 

Nessa sighs and digs out her wallet from her scrub pants pocket and takes out the Dunkin card. She steps over and holds it out to where it is in Dominiks line of vision. He looks up and meets her gaze. Nessa is looking at him softly, without any hint of malice or anger, just a resigned sadness that makes his own chest tighten.

“No I’m not taking that back, it is for you to use how you see fit. Buy the entire hospital coffee if you want but that is for you. If you try to give it back to me I will just give it back to you another way.” He tells her resolutely, gently pushing the hand holding the gift card back towards her. She reluctantly puts the card back in her wallet.

“Well fine then, Mr Gutierrez, your vitals are good, I need you to wait in the waiting room until we call you back for the doctor since this is a non critical head injury.” She instructs him, back to being all business but failing at hiding the genuine smile he brought to her face. He walks out of the exam room his head held a little higher and nessa shaking hers, the smile still on her face not going unnoticed by Olivia.

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Sometime in November 2018

Nessa walks into the ER lobby for her shift holding a carrier with three coffees. She gets to the registration desk and hands one each to Sarah and Olivia who beat her there. “Did I mention you are my favorite and I am glad we always have shifts together.” Olivia moans as she takes a sip of her coffee, Sarah hums in agreement. 

Nessa smiles and takes her seat sipping her coffee. “Well we still have a few more weeks worth of money on that card from Dominik so enjoy it while it lasts.” Nessa warns them, signing in to the computer not noticing the look Sarah and Olivia were sharing.

“You know we haven't seen your little cutie for a few weeks, and maybe since coffee funds are running low he can fill… it back up.” Sarah teases, sticking out her tongue when Nessa flips her off.

“You know, he has made you smile and we haven't seen that in a long time. You aren't on edge around him which is weird because you barely know him.” Olivia points out.

Nessa pauses, she hadn’t realized she isn’t afraid around him. She feels safe near him even though he is training to be in the same industry as her ex. “I know nothing about him, he isn’t mine and we are probably just the nearest hospital to his training gym…” Nessa rationalizes, not commenting on the observations of herself and her mental state regarding Dominik.

“Oh just give it time.” Olivia waves her off, the earful Nessa gave her about telling Dominik where she frequents for coffee worth the interference. If she has her way Nessa would be happy with the young man.

“Really Liv, can you not be such a matchmaker, I need to be by myself for a while just leave it be please.” Nessa asks, her annoyance lacing her voice. Olivia's reply is cut off by the sound of the sliding door opening. In walks Dominik with a bloody nose, holding a towel to it. Sarah snickers and Nessa lets her head drop to the desk, “Of course he would come in…” She mutters to herself and Olivia waves him over, opening his file and starting this visit. 

In between answering her questions he glances at Nessa, whose head is still on the desk but she is looking at him, catching his gaze and blushing. After a few minutes of this she picks up her head and pops her neck, collecting herself. “Either you are getting hurt on purpose, or you have no business training to be a wrestler, orrr your training partner really hates you.” Sarah comments.

Nessa narrowing her eyes at the implication. “Uh a little of column A, a little of B, and we are both inexperienced. But my dad and Jay Lethal are training me and they aren't easy neither is Andrew who gave me the bloody nose today.” He answers, his response slightly muffled through the towel he is still holding to his face.

“Hey, you have every business training to do what you want. I wanted to be a nurse now look at me, I graduated with my BA in nursing at 20 and have been doing this for two years. I want to help people so I am the best way I know how and from what little you have told me you have family in the industry you are training for so you have an in, and natural talent or I’m assuming they wouldn’t train you.” Nessa praises, not wanting him to be down on himself. She may not know him well but she can see he has confidence issues. He blushes at her praise and inwardly preens that she has given him even the smallest morsel of personal information.

Nessa covertly kicks Olivia under the desk for wiggling her eyebrows. “Go back to your normal bed Dominik, I’ll be in in a moment to take your vitals and do the initial exam.” Nessa orders, gesturing vaguely behind her knowing he knows the way. Once he is out of earshot she swivels her chair to face the other two who are smirking victoriously. “Don’t you two start, you are just as bad as Ma and my cousins.” Nessa warns, standing up and disappearing from their view as they giggle.

The next few weeks go similarly, Dominik coming in with minor injuries that Nessa treats, the two of them getting to know each other in these interactions. Both of them drag out the visits to be longer than they should, Nessa not ready to see him outside of the four walls of the hospital and Dominik not wanting to make her uncomfortable, able to tell there is something she is trying to heal from and he doesn’t want to press the subject. He is just happy with whatever she is willing to give him.

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Dominik enters his parents house for their weekly dinner since his dad is home. He is shocked to see Vickie and Lita sitting on the couch with his mom, all of their heads close together clearly scheming something. “Aunt Vickie, Aunt Amy, what are you guys doing here?” He asks, hanging up his keys on the hook on the wall.

“Your mom called us over for dinner to discuss how you are struggling to get your soulmate on a date.” Vickie bluntly states, mischief alight in her eyes.

“Oh come on…” Dominik whines, his arms falling limply to his side, averting his eyes at the look his mom is giving him.

“It's ok Dom, we will help you out,” Lita informs him, a calming tone to her voice.

“Mijo, go set the table, dinner is almost ready, we will be joining you in a few minutes.” Angie instructs, Dominik doesn’t fight or argue and just goes to do as he is told, knowing he can’t stop them from meddling, he just fears they will make it worse.

“Amy, Vickie, that is Kevin's daughter and she hasn’t had an easy time of it, and from what Dominik has told me she is skittish which begs the question what else has she gone through.” 

“Well that might be obvious and I hope we are wrong. However I have a plan, Here is what we are going to do…” Vickie explains her plan to the two women, their scheming getting interrupted by Rey who clears his throat.

“The table is set and food is dished out, lets go I’m wasting away…” Rey whines and the women roll their eyes but get up and go to the dining room, taking their seats.

“Ok Dom spill, how did you meet and what do you know?” Lita prompts, wanting to hear it from him. 

He groans and slumps in his seat, knowing there is no use in delaying the inevitable so he explains and throws in his own theories, which are limited because as much as he would like Nessa to share anything with him the most he’s gotten from her is generalizations.

“Well sweetheart that is one of our theories as well so you need to tread carefully, but her friend told you where she goes for coffee and she knows you know so I think enough time has passed to where you can just “bump” into her. Amy has volunteered to go with you… tomorrow. You've been racking up medical bills just to go talk to her and frankly that is both sad and adorable… and stupid” Vickie explains, pointing her fork at Dominik who looks down embarrassed and mumbling something the others can’t hear.

“What was that baby, speak up.” Angie orders, a stern look on her face which melts with his answer,

“I don’t want to seem creepy, it seems like her ex really did a number on her. I’d be happy just being her friend.” Dominik speaks up, his blush going from his neck up to his cheeks and ears, the women cooing at him.

“And have you gotten this young lady's number yet?” Rey asks and Dominik shakes his head as his answer. “Then you are already being creepy and running up ridiculous bills for the ER visits, we may be well off but Mijo this is excessive for someone who hasn’t even given you her number. Nothing against her at all but is she worth it?” Rey asks, his opinion on the matter crystal clear to the room.

“Look, you have the day off of training tomorrow so we are doing it. What time is she normally there?” Lita asks, sipping her glass of wine, giving Rey the side eye.

“Uh… yeah… She works from noon to midnight so she is there around 11 to relax before her shift. And according to Olivia she works tomorrow, so yeah we know she will be there.” He answers , setting down his fork because he lost his appetite, nerves setting in for the next day.

Rey’s words chip away at what little confidence Lita and Vickie might have given him. 

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Nessa grabs her order from the counter and goes to sit down at a nearby table, intent on enjoying the last 30 or so minutes before she has to go to work. She sips on her coffee, scrolling on her favorite fanfiction site, clicking on the Loki fanfiction, getting lost in the romance between Lauren and Loki, immersed in the world the author created, ignoring everything around her. She sips her coffee, unaware of a certain redhead that just sat opposite her in the booth. 

Lita glances at Dominik, giving him a reassuring smile before clearing her throat. Nessa looks up from her phone which clatters on the table when she recognizes just who is sitting across from her. “You… You’re Lita, holy shit I loved you so much as a kid.” Nessa blushes, the admission just flying out of her mouth. 

Lita smiles warmly at the young woman in front of her. “Yes I am, You don’t mind if I join you right?” Lita asks and Nessa can do nothing but nod her head and stare. Lita chuckles before complimenting Nessa and getting straight to the point, “You are very pretty you know, I think you would be good with my godson.” Lita leans forward and taps her fingers on the table, a familiar smirk on her face. 

Nessa’s smile falters slightly and she fiddles with the straw of her drink. “While that is sweet, I’m not looking for a relationship right now Lita,..” 

Lita cuts her off. “Call me Amy, dear.” 

Nessa pauses momentarily before trying again, “Amy, I’m not looking for a relationship. And if it is your godson as you say he is probably in the industry and I am personally trying to stay away from dating anymore wrestlers or professional fighters. My last relationship didn’t exactly go well.” Nessa groans realizing she gave too much information to her childhood idol.

“Oh he is training in the industry but he is the sweetest boy, cute too and knows how to cook and wouldn’t hurt a fly but I respect the wanting to be alone. At least let me give you his number and when you feel you are ready give it a shot. Between me and you he is entirely too shy so that’s why I am trying to play matchmaker.” Lita reaches over and squeezes Nessa’s hand. 

Nessa sighs in defeat, having a feeling that this mysterious godson is Dominik, it is too convenient that she comes to the coffee shop Nessa frequents and sits down and immediately starts to play matchmaker. “Fine, I guess I can agree with that. I make no promises to call or text him though.” Nessa hands over her phone, Lita snorts and types in Dominiks number but putting the contact name as Lita’s godson. Nessa grabs the phone back after Lita slid it across the table. Nessa checks the contacts and snorts, “What you won’t even tell me his name?” Nessa cocks her head.

Lita laughs. “I think you have an idea who it is. Look before I go lets take a selfie, you can make it my contact photo since I put my own number in in case you need me to come kick his ass.” Lita offers, while informing of the extra contact information. 

Nessa can't hide the blush, her childhood crush offering to take a selfie with her. Lita, used to the fangirling, gets up and moves over to sit next to Nessa, wrapping her arms around the young girls shoulders and grabbing her phone. Lita angles the phone and snaps the picture then kissing the top of Nessa’s head. Lita gets up saying her goodbyes and walking out the door, Dominik slinking out behind her unable to look at Nessa from the embarrassment. 

Nessa snorts into her drink and turns her attention back to her phone and the selfie that is still on the screen. She laughs to herself again seeing Dominik awkwardly staring at the ground in the background of the picture. She saves it as Lita’s contact photo suggested but never plans on having to contact her.

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A few days later Nessa is sitting at the counter at the nurses station, her phone in her hand staring at the contact screen of her phone, her finger hovering over the name Dom. She hears Olivia’s steps coming up behind her and greets the other woman, her eyes never leaving her phone screen. “You have been staring at your phone for like 3 days now. What's so interesting, are you finally talking to Dominik?’ Olivia asks, taking the seat next to Nessa.

“Uh no but… it's his number, his godmother kinda cornered me at Dunkin and gave me his number trying to play matchmaker.” Nessa huffed out. 

“Ohh so he got his Auntie involved that takes some guts, or some serious lack thereof. Either way it is cute.” Olivia giggles, sipping the coffee Nessa brought in for her. 

“You don’t think it's too creepy, or like a red flag?” Nessa asks, glancing over at the woman who quickly became her best friend.

“If it was any other circumstance I would say yes, but I am normally a very good judge of character and I never liked… your ex from the word go. But Dominik.. He… he has for lack of a better word a good aura about him. I think he would be very good for you and you for him.” Olivia gives her honest opinion, pausing before adding on, “I think you should message him and go out for one date, if only to get another Dunkin card for us to last through Thanksgiving and Christmas because girl we will need it.” Olivia jokes, but Nessa knows she is halfway serious about the Dunkin card; they would mainline it if they could for the holiday season. 

“I wouldn’t even know where to start and I don’t think I am ready. And you’ve heard about the stories coming out about the men in wrestling. What if..” Nessa starts rambling, spiraling.

Olivia cuts her off, quickly, “Don’t spend your life thinking about what ifs, we take life as it comes or we don't really live. You won’t know how it turns out unless you try. I’m not asking you to marry the man, just text him. Get to know him and put yourself out there. And if you fall, if it goes south i will be there like last time to get you out.” Olivia promises, her voice thick with said promise that settles the unease in Nessa’s stomach.

“Fine” Nessa mumbles to herself and clicks on the contact information and opens the messaging app.

To: Dom -> Hey… It's Nessa from the hospital. Uh Lita gave me your number, and I kinda thought it was adorable that either you asked for her help or she just stepped in and took charge. My money is on that she just stepped in and took charge. Long story short, I’m off at midnight tonight and if you are still up you can take me to waffle house or something, that way she gets off your back and the girls here get off of mine.

Nessa hesitates before pressing send and tossing her phone on the counter and begins chewing on her thumbnail, Olivia snickering in the background. A patient comes in and Nessa does the intake, missing the silent notification coming from her phone. Half an hour later Nessa returns to the counter having finished with the patient, letting out a huff as she plops into her seat.

“Your phone has gone off a few times while you were with that patient.” Olivia points out excitedly tapping her fingers on the counter, bouncing up and down. Nessa rolls her eyes, her stomach going in knots afraid of what awaits her in her phone. Unsure what she wants the answer to be. On one hand she wants him to reject her which she knows is unlikely, on the other hand she wants him to say yes, and wants to give him a chance. She takes a deep breath and grabs her phone, unlocking it, seeing 3 messages.

From: Dom -> YES!

Nessa snorts seeing the excitable answer in the first message, she ignores Olivia’s annoyed huff and reads the next two messages.

From: Dom -> Sorry, I mean I would love to take you out to Waffle House when you get off work. Do you want me to pick you up or do you want to meet me there that way you have a way to leave if you want to?

From: Dom -> And yeah, Aunt Amy is my god mother and she just wants me happy. Mom, her and Aunt Vickie were plotting how to interfere when Aunt Amy came up with the plan. I look forward to seeing you tonight, just let me know what the plan is!

Nessa narrows her eyes at the last message gears turning in her head. She used to watch wrestling back when it was the WWF and him saying Aunt Vickie triggered something in her head. “What, what is it?” Olivia asks, the excitement gone from her voice, in its place was a worried tone.

“Uh he said yes rather excitedly but, uh he said Aunt Vickie, Amy who is Lita and his mom were plotting to get us together.” Nessa explains and Olivia hums thoughtfully.

“Well, I don’t know anything about wrestling like at all but I can look it up, what do you know?” Olivia asks, pulling up google on her phone.

“Uh that his dad is a wrestler, and is being trained by, uh, Jay Lethal and his dad who he hasn’t given the name of. But Dominik’s last name is Gutierrez and he has an Aunt Vickie….” Nessa trails off, her eyes widened. Olivia stops typing when she sees Nessa’s face. “What is it Nes?” Olivia asks, worry heavy in her tone. 

Nessa clears her throat, “Uh, back in the day when I was young like 8 there was a custody battle that now seems so obviously fake but it was between Rey Mysterio and Eddie Guerrero, could his Aunt Vickie be Vickie Guerrero?!” Nessa quietly exclaims, everything starting to make sense. Olivia starts researching on her phone letting out a soft gasp. Nessa narrows her eyes, “What did you find Liv?”

“Uh yeah it’s Rey Mysterio’s son. Rey's real last name is Gutierrez and his son is Dominik and here is Dominik’s instagram with a picture of him and his dad.” Olivia turns her phone towards Nessa who sits back biting her lip, spinning back and forth in the chair. “And does that change anything?” Olivia asks, annoyance flavoring her tone, her friend of course gets a handsome rich boy with a bright future ahead of him fawning over her and she is too scared. Though she can’t blame her.

“...No” Nessa starts, chewing her lip before continuing. “It doesn’t, it just complicates things a little… It does explain why throwing $500 away on a nurse he doesn’t know and the constant ER visits for no reason.” Nessa snickers, feeling a little less uneasy knowing more information about him. Her attention turns to her phone which vibrates again. She checks the message seeing yet another from Dominik and her stomach knots, the constant texts being reminiscent of her ex and she hasn’t even gone on a date with him yet. Nausea builds up until she reads the message.

Olivia watches Nessa’s face contort, showing a progression of emotions Olivia recognizes immediately, having seen them many times before when nessa was still with her ex. Olivia curses his name under her breath for breaking her best friend. She only hopes Dominik will help her pick up the pieces. 

From: Dom -> Hey sweetheart, it's Amy on Dom’s phone, he will meet you at the waffle house nearest the hospital you work at. You probably figured out who he is and he is freaking out that you don’t want to see him now. I am calming him down and he will be ready for you to be there or not, don’t worry about responding or feel pressured to respond or show up.

“Nes, are you ok what did he say?” Olivia asks softly, scooting her chair closer to Nessa who swallows thickly.

“Uh it was Amy, also known as Lita. She is with him right now and took his phone. He apparently started freaking out when he sent his last text message thinking, correctly, that I guessed who he was and worried I don't want to meet up with him. She said he will be at the waffle house near here and I can either show or not show no pressure.” Nessa scoffs, already well aware that Lita is trying to be a matchmaker. “She would get along well with Ma.” Nessa muses, rubbing her chest in an attempt to rub away the anxiety that flared up and to calm her racing heart. 

Olivia notices this, “Go take your break and take your medicine, I’ll text you if I need you.” Olivia orders. Nessa nods silently agreeing and goes to do as she is told. Mentally trying to get ready for her date that night.

[specialinterestshows]

The third and final section of my The Judgment Day x transmasc!reader ficlet!

Based on a request made by @babybatlover

Warnings for this section: kink (BDSM, group sex, mommy/daddy kink, scratching, biting/hickies, exhibitionism, voyeurism, choking)

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Dom (&) Me (Part 3/3)

The first thing you saw after being turned around by Finn was Dominik, held at the collar by Rhea, who was whispering something in his ear. After releasing him, she turned to you, removing the harness of her strap as she spoke.

“I’m going to use your mouth,” Rhea explains, piercing eyes trained on you like a hunter stalking her prey, “and Dom Dom’s. You boys better keep up the pace to keep Mommy happy” - she tosses aside the strap-on - “I don’t care how rough Papi and Daddy are fucking you from behind. Understand?”

“Yes, Mommy,” you and Dominik say in unison, glancing at each other when you do. Bruises were blossoming on his neck and his face was flushed - likely due to the fact that Damian had started stretching him out with his fingers. The taller man let out a low chuckle as he continued, giving you a wink before Finn starts sliding inside of you, making you moan softly.

Rhea’s hand rests on your head as she moves closer, pressing wet, pink folds against your mouth. You set your tongue to work, slowly working up a steady rhythm as Finn starts to do the same with the way he thrusts inside of you.

With your mouth occupied, the loudest sound in the room is now Dominik, moaning desperately, and Damian growling “que bueno” - until you feel Dom’s tongue brush up against yours, making your rhythm falter slightly.

“Keep going,” Rhea warned, the tip of the riding crop trailing along your side, making you shiver.

Thrusting faster, Finn grips your hip with one hand and runs his nails down your back with the other. It’s difficult, but you manage to keep your tongue moving at the same pace through the titillating pleasure and sharp pain, moaning against Rhea.

“Fuck you feel good,” Finn exclaims, continuing to speed up.

“You can say that again,” Rhea moans, grinding against you and Dominik, “They both do.”

Damian grunts his agreement from the other end of the bed before Rhea starts bucking her hips and getting louder. You do your best not to give in to the amazing sensation radiating through your body with each thrust of Finn’s, focusing on carrying Rhea through her orgasm.

“Such good boys,” she praises, finally releasing you to flop down on the bed contentedly before grabbing a nearby phone and pointing it at you and Dominik before saying, “Don’t be shy now: kiss him.”

When you look over to see if this was okay with Dom, he’s already leaned forward and caught your lips with his. It had been years since you’d done this with him, but it had never happened with so many others in the room, and this was the first time anyone had recorded it on video. You feel your face grow warm, moaning in harmony with Dominik as the two of you enjoy being used by Damian and Finn.

The waves of pleasure coursing through you came to a glorious peak when Finn reached around and started playing with your dick.

“Good boy,” he grunted as you clenched around him, “Keep coming for Daddy.”

Thrusts sloppy, Finn sinks his teeth into your shoulder before coming inside of you. You moan with him, savoring the feeling of being filled with his cum while he leaves his mark on you.

Pulling out of you slowly, Finn grabs your ass, withdrawing completely before smacking it. The movement out of the corner of your eye makes you turn to see Damian choking Dominik as he fucks him roughly, Dom’s chest and the sheets nearby already covered in cum.

“Beg me,” Damian snarls in Dominik’s ear, loosening his grip.

“Por favor, Papi,” Dom whimpers, “Please come inside me?”

“Good boy,” Rhea praised him from behind the camera.

Damian grunted, hand gripping Dominik neck tightly as be moved steadily faster until he let out a low groan that almost sounded like a growl.

“Thank you, Papi,” Dom said as the hand around his throat grew slack once more.

“Of course, mi amor,” Damian said, immediately switching into aftercare and gently kissing Dominik as he pulled out. Putting the phone away, Rhea joined the two as Finn pulled you in toward the group. Dom was receiving kisses from each of his partners, making you smile at how sweet the group was to him.

“How are you doing, lad?” Finn asks, putting a comforting arm around you, “Need anything?”

“Water, please?” you ask.

“I got it,” Rhea says, giving Dominik another kiss before bouncing off the bed to grab a water bottle.

“So let me see if I have this right,” you say, turning to Dom, “Sweet, hot, kinky babes you travel the world with as a badass wrestler? Hell, I would have betrayed your dad too!”

Your grin widens as laughter fills the room.

[end part three of three]

[beloveds-embrace]

cw: bittersweet(?)

(a different take on the fae poly 141 x human reader au)

The throne was bathed in blood long before the flowers bloomed again.

John Price, once a Prince and now King of the Fae, had carved his crown from the heart of a curse- his mother’s heart, torn still-beating from her chest when she dared to threaten what he loved most. You.

The kingdom still whispered of that day beneath the great moon of ash and fire, when the late Queen shrieked her final decree into the world, a last act of vengeance and hatred. Her voice, furious and cruel, broke the sky itself with the bitterness of her spell:

"As long as you love her, she will wither."

And so you began to fade.

Not all at once. No- she would not grant you such mercy. This curse was crueler than death; it stole you slowly, like moss creeping up an old stone wall and time smudging the edges of a painting.

Now, the kingdom thrives. Blossoms fat with dew crown the high branches of the frostwillow trees, whose trunks shimmer like glass. Rivers run clear and sweet as honeyed wine, singing through emerald meadows. Human and fae laugh together in the sun-dappled courtyards, their wars forgotten, their wounds scarred over in gold.

All for you, you, you.

John made peace because you once dreamed of it- when your eyes still shimmered with dreams and not distant fog. He razed cities of dissent in your name and made widows and widowers of those who muttered against you. Laid their bones beneath the roots of your favorite garden, where the jasmine still grows white and wild.

But your smiles are rarer now.

You wander the palace like a half-formed spirit, your fingers trailing the walls as if they alone remember who you used to be. Servants bow and the tapestries shift for you. The flowers bend to greet you and the patient trees hum lullabies when your steps falter. And still, still you drift.

Today, the sky is ocean-blue and split with clouds like splashes of faint. You sit on a velvet bench beneath the shade of a weeping crystalvine. Its translucent leaves chime softly in the breeze, a lullaby only the Fae would understand yet even you find comfort in.

You don’t notice Johnny at first, warborn and thunder-hearted, his smile always one heartbeat away from laughter. He kneels beside you now, not as a knight or an advisor, but a friend.

“Hey, lass,” he says gently, brushing a leaf from your hair. “You wandered off again, aye? Thought I’d find ye here.”

You blink at him. It takes a moment longer than it should to recognize his face, his voice, the weight of his warmth. But then, you slowly nod.

“I like the sound the vines make,” you murmur. “Like bells. Like... snowflakes made of music.”

Johnnh smiles, though it’s not the playful one he gives to others. This one is softer- dimmed by grief.

“I ken. We planted them for you, remember? You said they reminded you of home.”

Home. You frowt; that word feels distant and slippery.

Behind him, the wind shifts. Simon, death-masked and silent- watches from the path, his shadow cast long over the garden’s edge. He says nothing, but you can feel his eyes on you. Not judgment, but mourning. A man who has watched too many fade.

From the east arch, Kyle approaches with a tray of your favorite tea. He brews it himself now, every morning. Infused with memory moss and dreampearl petals- ingredients forbidden to most but allowed for you, in the desperate hope they’ll keep you anchored.

He kneels to pour a cup, the steam curling with soft light. “You didn’t eat breakfast again,” he says, gentle but firm. “You have to try, love. Just a sip.”

You take it; You always do, because you want to be good for them. For him.

Because somewhere in this palace of carved moonstone and singing glass, your husband sits on a throne built from vengeance and devotion. John, crowned in starlight and soaked in blood, ruling not for power but for love.

You remember his voice best. When everything else fades, his voice cuts through the fog. When your compass no longer works, he is your North Star.

You can’t always recall the words, especially lately, but you remember how it felt. Like summer heat after a storm. Like hands pulling you up from drowning in the cold, icy depths.

He visits you each night without fail. Wraps you in silks and warmth and whispers of your old jokes. Sometimes you laugh, sometimes you don’t.

And every night, when you sleep, he holds you close, whispering ancient incantations, searching, begging- through spellbooks, through time, through fae and forbidden gods- for a way to break the curse.

You don’t know how long you’ve lived. Time has lost its shape. The stars shift differently here and the moons are always full.

But you know he still loves you, and you know that’s what’s killing you.

The crystalvines chime again as a breeze stirs the garden. They remain beside you- your ever-loyal wardens, your quiet protectors. Not jailers, never that, becayse they are the hands that catch you when you fall.

Somewhere, a throne pulses with magic, and a man who once killed his mother for you breathes your name like a prayer.

Would you want to be saved, if it meant he stopped loving you? You think- maybe, once, you would have said yes. Now… you don’t remember.

The garden hums with twilight, long after they leave you in the company of Thrain. Fireflies drift like fragments of fallen stars, weaving through the nightsky. The palace breathes around you, alive and watchful, its towers coiling like silver thorns into the indigo sky. Somewhere, music has started filtering from the halls- faint, wistful, played by an orchestra of wind spirits and fae-wood strings.

But here, now, in this secluded alcove, there is only him.

John.

He kneels before you like a knight before a goddess, though he wears a crown of blood-forged gold and starlight in his hair and beard. His hands cradle yours- calloused, warm, grounding. You feel small beneath his touch, like a flickering thing. A candle fighting wind, cupped between his palms.

“My heart,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. “Where did you go today?”

You blink slowly. Look at him through a haze that feels too heavy to speak through. The words are in you, but tangled. Frayed at the edges. You reach up instead, trembling fingers pressing against the curve of his cheek, and he leans into your touch like flowers bend for the sun, like the ocean waves reaching for the moon.

“You’re... still here.” You whisper, hushed and awed, and watch as his eyes close. A long, silent breath leaves him.

“Always.”

Your hand slips. He catches it, presses it to his lips like an oath. You smell the iron of magic on him- old, desperate, clinging to his skin. He has burned through centuries of fae history searching for an answer, and still he searches. Still he hopes.

You see the exhaustion in his face, etched into the lines of his mouth, hidden beneath the stern strength he shows the court. But here, with you, he allows the weight to show.

“I’d stop,” He says hoarsely, the way he does every night. “If I thought it would save you. I’d tear the love from my chest with my own hands. I’d become something cold. Something empty.”

“No.” You breathe, because even now, in the haze, you know that truth. You would not survive a world in which he stopped loving you.

He gathers you into his arms, pulling you into his lap as if you were made of mist. You fold against his chest, your ear close to the the beating of his heart. Familiar and steady and so, so comforting.

“Then we’ll find another way,” John says. Promises, like every night under the solemn moon’s witnessing. “Even if it takes a thousand more years. Even if I have to barter with stars and slit the throats of gods. I will not lose you, love.”

You close your eyes.

For a moment- just one brief, aching flicker- you remember: John’s laugh on your wedding day and way he looked at you when you first said his name, the quiet sound he made the first time you cried in his arms.

For now, for tonight, you are aware enough to hold him back just as tight, wrapped in magic and moonlight and love so deep it defies the curse.

Tomorrow, the fog will return. Tonight, you close your eyes and hold your hands over your ears, and let yourself be loved.

p2

[velvetvisionsaurora]

Pairing: Mafia Ateez OT8x Reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, angst, poly ateez, violence and weapons, mafia ateez, organized crime, parental death and grieving process, bullying, possessive and controlling behavior,

Summary: When Y/n Ricci is forced to marry Kim Hongjoong—leader of the notorious ATEEZ organization and one of eight men who cruelly abandoned her seven years ago—she finds herself trapped in their heavily guarded compound with the ghosts of her past. As she navigates the dangerous world of mafia politics and her own wounded heart, Y/n discovers that all eight powerful, irresistible men still harbor deep feelings for her, suggesting an unconventional solution to their shared dilemma. But before she can consider forgiving them, let alone loving them again, she must uncover the dark secret that tore them apart—a truth that could either heal their fractured bonds or destroy them all completely.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

18+ only- No Minors

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Chapter 6: Walls

A few days later, Hongjoong cornered you in the library to inform you there would be a security meeting that evening. Your response was swift and succinct: eat glass.

An hour later, there was a soft knock at your door. When you opened it, you found Mingi standing in the hallway, all six feet of him radiating an almost puppylike hopefulness that was completely at odds with his intimidating stature. His dark eyes held that same gentle pleading expression that had gotten him out of trouble countless times as a child.

"Y/n," he said quietly, his deep voice somehow managing to sound both respectful and utterly vulnerable. "Would you please consider joining us for the meeting tonight? We... I would really value your perspective."

The bastards. They knew exactly what they were doing, sending Mingi—sweet, earnest Mingi who had never been able to lie convincingly, whose genuine expressions could melt stone. It was emotional manipulation of the highest order.

And damn them, it was working.

"That's a dirty trick," you told him, crossing your arms and fixing him with your most withering glare.

Mingi had the grace to look slightly ashamed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. "Maybe," he admitted. "But we really do need you there."

You stared at him for a long moment, watching the way he fidgeted under your scrutiny, the way his hands hung loosely at his sides like he wasn't quite sure what to do with them. Seven years later, and he still had that same nervous energy when he was asking for something he wasn't sure he'd get.

"Fine," you said finally, your tone suggesting this was a tremendous burden you were shouldering purely out of the goodness of your heart. "But I'm only coming because you asked nicely."

The smile that broke across Mingi's face was so bright, so genuinely relieved and grateful, that you had to look away to hide your own reluctant softening.

"Thank you," he said, and the sincerity in his voice made something in your chest tighten uncomfortably.

"Don't thank me yet," you warned. "I haven't decided whether I'm going to participate or just sit there and judge all of you silently."

"I'll take silent judgment over absence," Mingi replied with a small, self-deprecating smile.

The security meeting was held in a state-of-the-art command center hidden behind what had appeared to be an ordinary wall in Hongjoong's office. 

As the panel slid open to reveal the room beyond—filled with monitors, weapons, and advanced technology—you worked to keep your expression neutral despite your genuine surprise.

"Impressed?" Hongjoong asked, catching your reaction despite your efforts.

"I've seen better," you lied smoothly, following him into the room.

The others filed in behind you, each taking what was clearly their usual position around a large central table. There was an empty chair between Hongjoong and Seonghwa that was obviously meant for you. You considered refusing it on principle, but decided that would seem childish. Instead, you took the seat with all the casual confidence of someone who belonged there.

"The Russo family has been unusually active near the western district," Seonghwa began without preamble, pulling up a digital map on the main screen. "Three of our informants have reported movement suggesting they're establishing a new base of operations here." He pointed to an industrial area marked in red.

"Why there?" Jongho asked, leaning forward to study the map. "It's not strategically valuable."

"Unless they're trying to get closer to something—or someone—in this direction," Yeosang observed quietly, his finger tracing a line from the marked area toward the ATEEZ compound.

"They wouldn't be that bold," San argued, but he didn't sound entirely convinced.

Throughout the briefing, questions flew, theories were proposed and dismissed, and strategies were debated. You remained largely silent, observing the dynamics at play. Despite their occasionally heated disagreements, there was a seamless efficiency to how they worked together—Hongjoong making the final decisions but clearly valuing each person's unique perspective. Seonghwa provided logical analysis, Yeosang noticed patterns others missed, Jongho focused on defense, San thought like their enemies, Yunho considered innocent bystanders, Mingi evaluated resource needs, and Wooyoung, surprisingly, had an uncanny ability to predict unpredictable variables.

They were good at this. Very good.

Occasionally, someone would glance your way, as if expecting or hoping for your input, but you offered little beyond a nod or shrug. Let them handle their business. You weren't really part of this, no matter what the marriage certificate would eventually say.

"Y/n," Hongjoong said finally, drawing your attention. "You've been quiet. Thoughts?"

You met his gaze levelly. "I think it's interesting that you're all so concerned about the Russo family when my father has been handling them for years without issue."

A tense silence followed your observation. Hongjoong and Seonghwa exchanged a glance that contained an entire unspoken conversation.

"Your father's resources have been... stretched thin recently," Seonghwa said carefully.

"And the nature of the threat has changed," Hongjoong added.

You raised an eyebrow. "Changed how?"

Another loaded silence.

"That's classified," Hongjoong said finally.

You laughed, the sound sharp and without humor. "Classified? From your fiancée? The one you're supposedly protecting from this very threat?"

"We're gathering more information tonight," he said, avoiding your question. "Once we have a clearer picture, you'll be briefed accordingly."

Your eyes narrowed, but before you could press further, Wooyoung jumped in.

"Hey, it's almost dinner time! And I've been cooking all afternoon—something special," he said, his enthusiasm barely containing his obvious attempt to change the subject.

"We'll continue this tomorrow," Hongjoong decided, rising from his seat. "Gear check at nine. We move at ten."

As everyone began to file out, you lingered, studying the map on the screen. Something about the pattern of movement didn't make sense if the Russos were truly targeting the ATEEZ compound. They were circling too far west, approaching from the least strategic direction.

"Coming?" Yeosang asked quietly, waiting by the door.

You nodded, filing away your observations for later consideration. "What's Wooyoung so excited about? He's not usually the chef, is he?"

A small, knowing smile touched Yeosang's lips. "No. But he's been planning this dinner for days."

* * *

The dining room was filled with an aroma that stopped you in your tracks the moment you entered. It couldn't be. There was no way.

The table was set more casually than usual, with platters of food arranged family-style in the center. Your eyes were immediately drawn to a large ceramic dish containing what appeared to be—

"Pasta alla Norma," Wooyoung announced proudly, watching your reaction closely. "With caponata and arancini di riso on the side."

Your mother's signature dishes. The meals she had prepared for special occasions, teaching you the recipes that had been passed down through generations of her Sicilian family. Dishes you hadn't tasted since before she died, because you couldn't bear to make them yourself.

You looked up at Wooyoung, unable to completely mask your shock. "How did you..."

"I remember," he said simply. "She taught me too, remember? That summer when you were sick with pneumonia and she needed extra hands in the kitchen for your father's birthday dinner."

You did remember. Wooyoung had been the only one with both the patience and enthusiasm to learn your mother's exacting techniques, spending hours with her in the kitchen while you recovered upstairs. The memory hit you with unexpected force—Wooyoung appearing in your bedroom doorway afterward, his clothes splattered with tomato sauce but his face triumphant as he brought you a plate of perfectly prepared pasta.

"It won't be the same," he added quickly, mistaking your silence for disappointment. "I did my best, but Elena was an artist with these dishes. I—"

"Thank you," you interrupted softly, the words escaping before you could stop them.

His entire face lit up, surprise and joy transforming his features. "You're welcome."

Dinner began with an unusual quietness, everyone watching surreptitiously as you took your first bite of the pasta. The familiar flavors exploded across your tongue—the slight char of the eggplant, the sweet acidity of the tomatoes, the sharp bite of ricotta salata—and suddenly you were twelve years old again, sitting in your mother's sun-drenched kitchen, her laughter filling the air as she taught you how to properly salt the eggplant.

You hadn't realized you'd closed your eyes until you opened them to find everyone staring at you. Emotion threatened to overwhelm you—grief and gratitude and anger and longing all tangled together in your chest. It was too much, too confusing, too raw.

But when you glanced at Wooyoung, the hope and nervousness in his expression so painfully evident, you couldn't help the ghost of a smile that briefly crossed your face before you returned your attention to your plate.

It was enough. Wooyoung beamed like you'd handed him the moon, then launched into animated conversation with the others, allowing you to eat in peace, processing your emotions without an audience.

As dinner continued, you found yourself observing them through new eyes—not as the enemies who had abandoned you, but as the boys you had once known, now grown into men. They spoke of everyday things—a movie Yunho wanted to see, a book Jongho was reading, a new training technique San was developing. Their interactions were comfortable, punctuated by inside jokes and good-natured teasing. Family, in all but blood.

Hongjoong caught you watching and held your gaze for a moment, something unreadable in his dark eyes before you looked away.

They were still beautiful, all of them, in their different ways. Hongjoong's commanding presence, Seonghwa's elegant features, Yunho's warm smile, Yeosang's soulful eyes, San's dangerous charisma, Mingi's gentle strength, Wooyoung's vibrant energy, Jongho's steady reliability. But they had hardened too—their bodies more muscled, marked here and there with tattoos and scars that told stories you didn't know. Stories from the seven years you'd missed.

You had loved each of them fiercely, in different ways but with your whole heart. When they left and your mother died soon after, the double blow had nearly destroyed you. There had been days—weeks—when you hadn't been sure you wanted to live. Only Marco's unwavering presence had pulled you through that darkness.

And now here you were, sharing a meal with the very men who had broken you, feeling the treacherous tendrils of those old feelings stirring beneath your anger.

You finished your meal in silence, the food both a comfort and a heartache. When you excused yourself to return to your room, no one tried to stop you, though you felt their eyes following you out.

* * *

Hours later, from the top of the grand staircase, you watched a flurry of activity in the foyer below. The eight men moved with practiced efficiency, checking weapons, adjusting tactical gear, and communicating in shorthand that spoke of years working as a unit.

Hongjoong was at the center, his usual fashionable attire replaced by all black tactical clothing that emphasized his lean, powerful build. He moved with the assurance of a natural leader, his commands brief but clear as he directed final preparations.

Your curiosity finally overcame your determination to remain distant. You descended the stairs, your footsteps announcing your presence before you spoke.

"What's going on?" you asked, surveying the scene.

Hongjoong glanced up, his expression briefly surprised before settling back into professional neutrality. "Mission. Nothing you need to concern yourself with."

"A mission," you repeated. "To the Russo site you were discussing earlier?"

He nodded once, returning his attention to checking his weapon. "We'll be back before dawn. Yunho and Wooyoung are staying behind to maintain security here."

"I want to come," you said, the words surprising even you.

Hongjoong actually laughed, the sound both genuine and dismissive. "No. You're too fragile for this."

The words hit like a slap. Your eyes widened, brow raising in a gesture they were all too familiar with from your childhood—the look that had always preceded you proving someone catastrophically wrong.

"I can pick a lock in 4 seconds, hot wire vehicles, use a blade with precision, and take down a man three times my size without a weapon, I might add," you stated coldly. "I can handle more than you think."

Eight pairs of eyes turned to you, expressions ranging from shock to disbelief to... was that pride on San's face?

"Why do you know all that?" San asked, voicing what they were all clearly wondering.

Your smile was sharp enough to cut. "Because I had eight protectors, then suddenly had none. I had to learn to protect myself." The insult landed exactly as intended, several of them flinching visibly.

"We still protected you, you just couldn't see—" Mingi began, but Hongjoong cut him off with a sharp "Mingi."

You frowned, not understanding what Mingi had been about to reveal. Protected you how? When?

Hongjoong shook his head, his decision unchanged. "The answer is still no."

You crossed your arms, a calculating smile spreading across your face. "You're right. Since all of you will be gone, it'll be easier to snoop, possibly escape, and maybe go to a bar and live up my bachelorette life before the big day."

The effect was immediate and gratifying. Jealousy flashed across eight faces in various degrees of intensity—from Seonghwa's subtle jaw clench to Hongjoong's darkening eyes to Wooyoung's comically outraged expression.

Hongjoong sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You are the most maddening woman I have ever met," he growled. "Fine. But you stay in the car with Yunho. No arguments."

Your victorious smile was answer enough.

As the others finished their preparations, Seonghwa approached, handing you a small earpiece. "This is for emergency communication only," he instructed. "Channel is secure, but minimize chatter. If you absolutely need to speak, press once to activate, release when you're done. Clear?"

You examined the sleek device, turning it over in your palm. "Minimal chatter? Then why do you let Wooyoung have one?" you asked, your tone lightly teasing.

Wooyoung's indignant "Hey!" was drowned out by unexpected laughter from the others. He beamed at you despite his protest, your teasing tone clearly registering as the most significant breakthrough since your arrival. To him, it might as well have been a declaration of love.

"She's got you there, Woo," San chuckled.

"I'll have you know," Wooyoung retorted dramatically, pressing his hand to his chest, "that my 'chatter' has saved our lives on multiple occasions. Remember the Nakamoto operation? Who spotted the secondary security team because he was 'chattering' about the guard's ugly shoes?"

"He's not wrong," Yunho admitted, grinning. "Wooyoung notices the strangest details, but they often turn out to be important."

You found yourself fighting back a genuine smile, the familiar banter momentarily breaking through your defenses. It felt... normal. Almost like before.

The realization was jarring.

Hongjoong seemed to notice the shift in your demeanor, his perceptive eyes studying your face before he called everyone to attention. "Time to move out. Y/n, you're with Yunho and Jongho in the second vehicle. Remember—"

"Stay in the car," you finished for him. "I heard you the first time."

"And yet, I remain unconvinced you'll actually do it," he replied dryly. “Stay low, stay quiet, and for the love of God, don't do anything reckless."

"Me? Reckless?" you asked with exaggerated shock. "I'm the picture of restraint and good judgment."

"You threw a knife at my head," he pointed out.

"And missed," you replied sweetly. "See? Restraint."

Despite himself, Hongjoong's lips twitched toward a smile. "Just... try not to get shot, okay?"

"I'll do my best," you promised, though the gleam in your eyes suggested that your definition of "best" might differ significantly from his.

"That's what worries me," he muttered, but there was something almost fond in his exasperation.

As you followed them out to the garage, your heart beat with unexpected excitement. You had pushed your way into their world partly out of boredom, partly out of spite, but now that you were here, a part of you—the part that had always craved adventure and action—was genuinely curious to see ATEEZ in operation.

Whatever else they were, whatever pain they had caused you, you couldn't deny they were impressive. Dangerous. Powerful.

And tonight, you would finally see exactly what they were capable of.

* * *

The sleek black van sat hidden in the shadows of an abandoned warehouse, positioned perfectly to maintain visual coverage of the Russo compound while remaining undetectable. Through the tinted windows, you could see the occasional movement of security guards patrolling the perimeter—men with the distinctive bulge of concealed weapons beneath their jackets.

Inside the vehicle, a different kind of tension filled the air.

You were in the back with Yunho, surrounded by an impressive array of technology that had transformed the van into a mobile command center. Multiple screens displayed different camera feeds, thermal imaging, and a detailed map of the area with eight blinking dots representing the team members currently infiltrating the compound.

You watched as he worked, his large hands moving with surprising dexterity across keyboards and control panels. He had rolled up the sleeves of his black tactical shirt, revealing muscled forearms decorated with a few tasteful tattoos—geometric patterns that somehow suited him perfectly.

"Got eyes on the south entrance," he murmured into his comm, his deep voice softer than you remembered. "Hongjoong, you're clear to proceed. Seonghwa, hold position until the guard changes."

As he reached to adjust one of the monitors, the focused concentration on his face transported you back in time. Despite the tactical gear, despite the hardened muscles and new tattoos, in this moment of quiet competence, he looked just like the boy you had grown up with.

The boy who had been the first to change in your eyes.

* * *

Seven Years Earlier – Age 15

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon at the Kim estate, the kind of sweltering summer day that made even the simplest movements feel like swimming through honey. The eight boys had been playing basketball on the outdoor court, and you had been perched on a nearby bench, ostensibly reading but mostly watching them through your sunglasses.

They had been playing for nearly an hour when they finally called a break, sweaty and laughing as they collapsed on the grass near your bench. Yunho, who had scored the winning point, pulled off his shirt to wipe his face before tossing it aside.

And that was when it happened.

You'd seen the boys shirtless countless times before—at pools, at beaches, during countless summers of growing up together. But something was different now. Yunho had... changed. When had his shoulders become so broad? When had his chest developed those defined muscles? When had his arms...

You felt your face grow hot, and it had nothing to do with the summer heat. For the first time, you were seeing Yunho not as your childhood friend, but as a *boy*—a very attractive boy who made your stomach do strange flips when he smiled in your direction.

"Water?" he asked, approaching your bench, still shirtless and glistening with sweat.

You fumbled with the bottle, nearly dropping it as you handed it over. "Here."

"Thanks," he said, taking a long drink that made you inexplicably fascinated with the movement of his throat.

"You okay?" he asked, catching your stare. "You look kind of flushed."

"Fine," you squeaked, mortified by the unfamiliar pitch of your voice. "Just hot."

Yunho grinned, completely oblivious to your internal crisis. "We're heading to the pool after this. You should come."

The pool. Where they would all be shirtless. Where you would be in a swimsuit. Where this new, confusing awareness would have nowhere to hide.

"Maybe," you managed, hiding behind your book again.

But as the boys resumed their game, you found yourself unable to focus on the words. Instead, your eyes kept drifting to Yunho—and then, with growing horror and fascination, to the others as well.

When had Hongjoong's intense focus become so captivating? When had Seonghwa's elegant movements started to seem so graceful? When had Mingi gotten so tall, Wooyoung so energetic, San so charismatic, Yeosang so mysteriously appealing, Jongho so strong?

When had your eight best friends become eight boys who made your heart race in a way that had nothing to do with friendship?

* * *

Two Weeks Later – The Lake

"Are you sure about this?" Elena asked, eyeing the bikini you had laid out on your bed. It was modest by most standards—a deep blue two-piece with more coverage than most—but compared to the one-piece swimsuits you'd worn your entire life, it might as well have been lingerie.

"I'm fifteen, Momma," you said, trying to sound more confident than you felt. "Everyone wears bikinis now."

Your mother's knowing smile made you blush. "And this sudden fashion evolution has nothing to do with eight certain young men who will be at the lake today?"

"Momma!" you protested, mortified at being so transparent.

Elena laughed softly, coming to sit beside you on the bed. "Oh, my darling girl. I've been waiting for this day."

"What day?"

"The day you finally realize what I've known since you were twelve—that those boys would eventually become more than just your friends." She brushed a strand of hair from your face. "At least in your heart."

"It's not like that," you mumbled, though it was exactly like that. "I just... I want them to see me differently. Not just as the little girl they need to protect."

Your mother's expression softened. "They will, in time. But bambina, be careful with your heart. Loving one boy is complicated enough. Loving eight..." She shook her head, a hint of worry creasing her brow.

"I don't love them," you insisted, the very word making your stomach flip. "I just..."

"Want them to notice you," she finished for you. "I understand. Just remember that you are precious, Y/n. Your heart is precious. Guard it carefully."

Two hours later, wrapped in a cover-up that concealed your new swimsuit, you arrived at the lake with your mother's warning still echoing in your mind. The boys were already there, having claimed the best spot on the shore. You could see them from the parking area—horsing around in the water, lounging on beach towels, looking like they'd stepped out of a summer advertisement with their sun-kissed skin and carefree smiles.

Your courage nearly failed you then. What were you thinking? These were your best friends. What if your awkward attempt at being "noticed" ruined everything? What if they laughed at you? Worse, what if they were uncomfortable?

But then Wooyoung spotted you, waving wildly. "Y/n! Finally! We've been waiting for you!"

There was no turning back now.

You made your way down to their spot, your heart pounding so hard you were sure they could hear it. Casual greetings were exchanged, jokes were made, and then came the moment of truth.

"Aren't you hot in that?" San asked, gesturing to your cover-up. "It's like a thousand degrees out here."

With a deep breath, you removed the light fabric, revealing the blue bikini beneath.

The effect was immediate and dramatic. All conversation ceased. Eight pairs of eyes turned to you, expressions ranging from shock (Wooyoung's jaw actually dropped) to something darker and more difficult to interpret (Hongjoong's intense gaze made your skin tingle).

"You... um... you look different," Yunho managed, his ears turning red.

"Good different?" you asked, your voice smaller than you intended.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes meeting yours briefly before darting away. "Really good."

An awkward silence fell, broken only when Jongho, the youngest but often the most practical, cleared his throat. "Who wants to go swimming?"

The moment passed, but something fundamental had shifted. Throughout the day, you caught them looking at you when they thought you wouldn't notice. Their usual casual touches—an arm around your shoulder, a playful push, a hand helping you up—became more hesitant, more charged.

And when Mingi offered to apply sunscreen to your back, his large hands gentle but trembling slightly, you knew with absolute certainty that they were finally seeing you as more than just their childhood friend.

You were being seen as a young woman. And it was thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

* * *

"Earth to Y/n," Yunho's voice pulled you from your memories. "You okay? You zoned out for a minute there."

You blinked, reality rushing back. You were in an van on a surveillance mission, not at a lake seven years ago.

"Fine," you said, the echo of your fifteen-year-old self's same response making you smile despite yourself. "Just thinking."

Yunho studied you, his eyes somehow both familiar and different. "About what?"

"The past," you admitted. "When things were simpler."

A small, sad smile touched his lips. "Were they? I remember those days being pretty complicated."

The knowing look in his eyes made you wonder if he was remembering the same moments you were—that summer when everything changed, when friendship began its inevitable, complicated evolution into something more.

"The lake day," you said quietly, testing the waters. "Do you remember?"

His smile widened, a hint of his old playfulness returning. "When you showed up in that blue bikini and nearly gave all eight of us simultaneous heart attacks? Yeah, I remember."

Heat crept into your cheeks. "I wasn't that obvious."

"You were," he assured you, his attention divided between you and the monitors. "But we weren't much better. Hongjoong actually pulled us aside afterward and gave us a whole lecture about respecting you and not staring and..." He trailed off, chuckling at the memory.

"Really?" The thought of a teenage Hongjoong lecturing the others about proper behavior toward you was both surprising and strangely endearing.

"Really," Yunho confirmed. "He was always protective of you. We all were, but Hongjoong..." He glanced at you. "Well, you know."

You didn't know, not really, but you didn't press. The comfortable moment between you felt too fragile to risk with difficult questions.

Instead, you watched as he set up a small drone, his fingers deftly making final adjustments to the sleek black device.

"Launching surveillance drone," he reported into his comm. "We'll have aerial coverage in thirty seconds."

You leaned closer to see the screen where the drone's camera feed would display, your shoulder brushing against his. The casual contact sent an unexpected jolt through you, your body suddenly hyperaware of his proximity in the confined space of the vehicle.

Yunho felt it too—you could tell by the slight catch in his breathing, the momentary stillness of his hands over the controls.

"Sorry," you murmured, though you didn't move away.

"Don't be," he replied, his voice dropping to a lower register that sent a shiver down your spine.

You risked a glance at him and found him already watching you, his eyes dark and intent in the dim light of the vehicle. Something electric passed between you, seven years of distance suddenly collapsing into nothing. He was still Yunho—your Yunho—the first boy who had made your heart race, whose kiss by the bonfire had been your first.

His gaze dropped to your lips, and you knew with absolute certainty what was about to happen. You should stop it. You should pull away, maintain the walls you'd built, remember all the reasons you couldn't trust him.

Instead, you found yourself leaning closer, drawn by a gravity neither of you seemed able to resist.

"Y/n," he whispered, your name a question and a plea.

You were close enough to feel his breath against your lips, close enough that the slightest movement would bring them together. Your eyes began to flutter closed, years of anger and hurt momentarily overpowered by memory and longing.

The sharp crack of gunfire shattered the moment.

You both jerked back, training and instinct taking over as more shots followed in rapid succession.

"Status report!" Yunho barked into his comm, all traces of the vulnerable moment gone as he transformed into the professional operative. "Hongjoong! Seonghwa! Anyone!"

The comm crackled with bursts of communication—fragments of shouted orders, the unmistakable sounds of combat.

"Ambush—" Hongjoong's voice, tight with tension. "North side—"

"—multiple hostiles—" Seonghwa, unusually breathless.

"—need backup—" Mingi, followed by what sounded like an explosion.

Yunho was already moving, grabbing a tactical vest and weapon from a compartment behind his seat. "Stay here," he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If I'm not back in fifteen minutes, there's an emergency protocol programmed into the navigation system. Press the red button under the dash and the vehicle will take you back to the compound automatically."

"Yunho—" you began, but he cut you off.

"Please," he said, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that silenced your protest. "I can't help them if I'm worried about you."

Before you could respond, he was out of the vehicle, moving swiftly toward the compound where flashes of gunfire illuminated the night.

You watched him go, your heart pounding with fear—not for yourself, but for him. For all of them.

The almost-kiss forgotten, you found yourself facing a stark realization: despite everything they had done, despite the years of pain and abandonment, the thought of losing any of them again was unbearable.

And that terrified you more than any gunfire ever could.

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Beach Trip-The Judgment Day X Black!Fem!Reader

Request/Prompt: The Judgment Day with their girl on a cute little beach trip

A/N: Linked a picture of the bathing suit I had in mind, just pretend it comes with a matching headpiece.

Word Count: 2,692

Reader's POV 

Time off with all four of my partners in the Judgment Day was not something that happened often.

Luckily, this week happened to be one where it was planned out that the five of us would be going down to the beach for vacation.

Before we could leave though, we all had some last-minute errands to run. Well, mainly me and Rhea.

Sitting in the passenger seat of Rhea's truck, I happily listened to the booming sounds of her metal music over the speakers as I scrolled through Pinterest.

"What kind of nails are you gonna get, babe?" I asked Rhea, looking over at her as she hummed in thought.

"I'm thinking, like, black scales with like, a purple shimmer," She answered, briefly looking at me before putting her hand on my thigh and stroking her thumb up and down as she drove.

"Ooh, that'll be cute," I replied as I went back to scrolling through Pinterest for my own new nail set. It was vacation, and we liked to look good on vacation. You look good, you feel good.

"Do you know what you're gonna do with your hair yet?" Rhea asked me. Normally, outside of work, I try to wear my natural hair as much as possible, which isn't always the easiest when it's being grabbed by my opponents to throw me around in a ring.

"I'm thinking I'll kinda match with Damian and get bohemian box braids. I think he's getting his done tomorrow, but then I can wear that cute headwrap that my bathing suit came with!" I excitedly explained. Her grip tightened on my thigh as a smile graced her features.

"That'll look so good, sweetness. I can't wait to see."

"Oh!" I exclaimed excitedly. "And then, I can get my nails to match and since I'll be wearing my bathing suit like all week, they'll match everything!" The girl math was mathing and everything was coming together perfectly.

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A few days later, the five of us Judgment Day members all sat in Rhea's truck as we drove down to our beach house for the week. It was right on the beach which was going to be perfect.

Rhea sat in the driver's seat as not only was it her truck, but also because she would get us there faster than if anyone else was driving. Dominik sat in the passenger seat, giving Rhea directions in between picking the music for us to listen to. I liked to stare out the window while I listened to my music so I sat behind Dominik's chair, with Damian next to me and Finn on his other side.

Damian scrolled through his TikTok, occasionally showing one of us a video as his free hand rested on my thigh, while Finn read whatever book he was currently obsessed with. He read them so fast I never knew what he was reading at any given moment.

It was only about an hour-long drive so we were pulling up to the beach-house in no time. As soon as I stepped out of the car I noticed it was weirdly secluded. There weren't any other places directly around us and the tall landscape blocked any possible views. 

Damian stepped out behind me, making his way to the back of the truck, and popping open the covered bed to start grabbing suitcases.

He handed me my duffle bag as Finn and Dominik joined him in unloading the truck. "How about you girls go ahead and go inside and start getting set up, okay?"

"Okay!" I shouldered my duffel bag, grabbing Rhea's hand on my way over to the stairs that would lead us up to the front door. 

Once at the door, Rhea punched the code into the keypad lock, hearing a small click before she pushed the door open. Stepping inside into a tight hallway, there was a small kitchen to the right with another little hall to the left. Going into the hallway on my right there was a bedroom on the right with a queen bed, right in front was a bathroom, and next to it a washer and dryer. At the end of that hallway was another bedroom, with two separate twin-sized beds.

Going back down that side hallway to get to the main hallway that led past the kitchen, I walked into the living/dining room and called out for Rhea. "Hey, babe? Are we all gonna fit in here?"

I noticed another room off to the side and walked into it, finding another queen-sized bed with its own private bathroom. There was a sliding glass door leading to the balcony on the far wall, with a matching door in the living room.

Noticing that the door was open, I walked out onto the balcony and saw Rhea leaning over the railing as she stared out at the ocean, the small breeze blowing her bangs to the side.

"Rhea?" She turned at the sound of my voice, making me smile as I saw the relaxation already hitting her. "Are we all going to fit in here?" I repeated my question.

"Yeah, we should," She moved away from the railing and gripped my hips as we stood there. "I was thinking that we'd take the master, Dom and Damian take the other queen, and then Finn could take one of the twins. He's the only one other than us that would fit and I booked the condo, so if I want a girls-only room to cuddle you all week I'm gonna have that." She smiled at me, so proud of herself for thinking of this situation.

I threw my head back as I laughed. If she wanted to keep me all to herself all week during the night then I wasn't gonna fight her on it. "Do the boys know about this arrangement?"

She laughed again, giving me that shit-eating grin, "Not yet."

I giggled as I heard the boys walk in the front door with the luggage. "Y/N? Rhea? Where'd you guys go?" We heard Dominik shout out through the condo.

"Let's go," I whisper-giggled as I gripped Rhea's hands and tugged her back through the sliding door, the bedroom, and back into the living room where all three of our boys now stood, surrounded by luggage.

"Where should we put these?" Damian asked, gesturing around him. 

Rhea wrapped her arms around my shoulders from behind and hugged me tight to her chest. "You can put me and Y/N's stuff in there," she gestured with her head to the room behind us. "And your guys' stuff between the two rooms down the other hall." She smiled at them, albeit a bit passive-aggressively. 

"Wait, we're in different rooms?" Dominik asked us, his upset puppy-dog eyes appearing.

"Yep," Rhea popped the 'P', her accent unusually strong. 

"I want this one all to myself, "She squeezed me and kissed my cheek as my ears burned.

"Come on, seriously, Rhea?" Damian asked her, his voice seemingly deeper in his annoyance.

I could feel her nod my head against my ear.

Finn rolled his eyes, used to Rhea's antics at this point in the relationship. "Whatever, lads. We'll just have to have boys nights every night."

"Yeah!" Dominik agreed, sticking his tongue out at us mockingly before he grabbed his bag and walked back down the hallway to his room.

I played along with Rhea's wants and just shrugged at the two remaining boys who looked at us in disbelief. Damian scoffed before grabbing his bag and following suit, Finn right on his heels.

"They'll figure it out, right?" I asked Rhea, looking over my shoulder slightly at her.

"Yeah, probably."

"Good. Let's go down to the beach!" I excitedly told her, fully turning around to face her. 

She grinned at the prospect of me in a bathing suit, laid out in the sun, "Okay."

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The boys, having heard we were going down to the beach, decided that while they were still upset, they weren't upset enough to not go down to the beach with us, and now stood sulking outside the bedroom door where I was finishing getting dressed, tying my matching skirt around my waist. 

It was a cute little orange two-piece I had found at a boutique near our house. The top was really just two little triangles of fabric to cover myself but it had come with a matching tied-up skirt and headwrap. And, it was covered in flowers which just made it that much cuter.

I fixed the headwrap, making sure all of my hair was covered without any weird-looking lumps sticking out, and then checked myself over once more in the mirror to make sure I had taken all the tags off and had the suit on correctly. 

Once I was satisfied with how I looked, I opened the door for a mock fashion show for my partners. 

Damian wolf-whistled at me as I did a small spin to show off the flowy skirt. Finn grabbed my hand and had me do another spin, lifting my hand over my head, to the enjoyment of my partners.

"You look so good, mami," Dom practically salivated as he stared at me with heart eyes. 

Rhea looked me up and down, her eyes briefly stopping on my nails before she got back up to my eyes. "You're right, sweetness. Your nails do match your bikini perfectly, good job picking out the color."

I beamed at the compliment and grabbed the edge of my skirt, lifting it slightly as I gave a small curtsey. "Why thank you, baby."

Damian came up to me, gripping my hips as he also checked me out, his eyes eventually landing on mine too, "Can I just say, with this beautiful complexion," he gently stroked his thumb down my cheek, "Orange is definitely your color." He kissed my forehead.

I blushed slightly as I smiled at him in silent thanks. "Okay, guys, let's go. I'm ready for some relaxation!"

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"You know who I realized you look like?" Rhea asked me, completely out of the blue.

The two of us were laid out on the towels higher up on the beach while the boys threw each other around in the water, practically waterboarding each other while we watched.

I pulled my gaze from the book I was reading and turned to her, noticing her eyes were still closed underneath her sunglasses as she lay on her back, staring up at the sun. 

"Who?" I asked warily, not sure I would like the comparison.

"Orange Blossom," Rhea cackled.

I stared at her in confusion before it hit me. "From Strawberry Shortcake?!"

Rhea's laugh grew as I sat there in bewilderment before a laugh began to bubble up out of my chest. And then I was bent over laughing so hard I couldn't breathe.

Rhea herself had to sit up she was laughing so hard to keep herself from choking on her own spit.

The boys, having noticed our laughing fit when they looked up for their periodic check-up on us, began making their way up the beach to where we sat.

"What's so funny over here?" Finn asked us.

"She- she said- she said I-," I was laughing so hard I couldn't get a single sentence out. Rhea managed to sober up before I did and repeated what she had told me.

All three of them were sent into fits of laughter, after having to be shown who she was first.

"Don't get me wrong, you look amazing in orange. But, with the flowers I just couldn't not see it," Rhea cackled. 

I wiped away the tears of laughter that had formed in the corners of my eyes. "No, I totally get it. I don't know how I didn't see it before, oh my God."

"You know what? Just for that..." I trailed off and put my book to the side, hopping up and using all the strength in my body to pick Rhea up bridal style.

Her eyes widened as she startled but I had already fully picked her up and started running towards the water. 

"No, no, no, no, no! Y/N! Don't you dare!" She shrieked as we reached the water. I waded out to where the water reached the bottom of my thighs, about a foot below Rhea.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and clung onto me as she kicked her feet. "Oh, you want me to put you down?" I asked sweetly.

Rhea's eyes widened behind her sunglasses, "No-" She was interrupted as Damian came up behind the both of us and pushed up over, both of us toppling over into the water.

We both stood up spluttering as we watched him double over laughing at us, Dom and Finn on the cusp of the shore watching us.

Rhea and I shared a look before teaming up and each grabbing one of Damian's arms, dragging him further out into the water, him completely compliant as he laughed too hard to care what we were doing.

With unspoken communication, simultaneously, I jumped on Damian's back, sending him forward while Rhea yanked on his arms, further pulling him forward into the water.

Since we still weren't super far out into the water yet and I was on top of Damian, while I did hit the water, I luckily didn't go all the way under. Plus, Rhea caught me a little bit before I could.

Damian stood up from the water, the laughter now nowhere in sight as his annoyance was displayed clear as day on his face.

Small bursts of laughter exploded from me and Rhea as we tried to contain them, but the look on his face as water dripped down was too much. Any semblance of control went right out the window when Dom and Finn came up behind Damian and pushed him over into the water again.

Rhea and I clung onto each other for dear life as we laughed so hard we couldn't breathe, the boys keeping our laughter going by giving us a little show of performing wrestling moves on each other as they continued to fight and push each other into the water.

Eventually, this led to us playing chicken, another few feet or so deeper into the ocean. I was on Finn's shoulders with Dominik on Damians while Rhea played ref on the side.

"Go for his stomach, remember he's ticklish," Finn whispered up at me. 

"Got it," I responded, determined to win as I leaned down and we did our little handshake. 

Rhea looked at both groups. "Ready?" She asked Finn and me, to which we both nodded in response. She turned to Dom and Damian. "Ready?" They both nodded.

"On your mark, get set, go!" She shouted, waving her hand like a flag.

Finna and Damian began walking towards each other as Dominik and I both held out our hands for each other. As soon as he was within reach, I began tickling his ribs, watching as he began to squirm atop of Damian, who was struggling to hold him up as he moved. 

As a unit, Finn and I moved in for the kill. I pushed Dom backwards as Finn pushed Damian. They both fell back into the water with a large splash.

Dominik immediately came up out of the water shouting for Rhea, saying that we were cheating. I gave the three of them my most innocent look possible as Rhea looked over at us while we were accused of interference.

"Nothing there was against the rules, Dom Dom. Y/N and Finn won fair and square." She announced.

Dominik was clearly affronted as a look of hurt crossed his features. "Okay, fine." He threw his hands up in surrender. Then, in the blink of an eye, he grabbed Rhea's arm and dunked her into the water.

And let me tell you, Rhea was not happy when she came back up. The two of them got into a splashing match and continuously dragged each other under the water until Damian inevitably broke it up.

Finn bent down and helped me off of his shoulders, trying to not get my head any wetter than it already was, and the five of us walked back to shore together.

Apart from a day or two spent out shopping, the rest of the week was spent like this. Fighting each other in the water, sunbathing, Rhea and me cuddling long into the night while the boys grumbled and complained and cuddled each other in spite.

It was blissful, and the best week of my life. 

[mazikeenhyde]

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery

POLY JUDGMENT DAY – 18+ MINORS DNI! 

WRESTLER-READER (female)  X WWE JUDGMENT DAY – RHEA RIPLEY, DAMIAN PRIEST, DOMINIK MYSTERIO, FINN BALOR 

WARNING - (A PURE & UNAPOLOGETIC ANGST FUELLED SMUT FICTION)

(Alcohol, verbal abuse, physical violence, angst, mentions of drug use)

This one is gonna get a little dark so….. Y’all beeeeen warned. What can I say? It’s KINKTOBER BABY, and personally I do love some dark-angst fueled smutty relationship drama!

All is Fair in Love, War and Dominant Fuckery… 

PART ONE 

It was late Friday evening; the sun had laid itself down on the crease of the horizon, exhausted and content with the days play as the moon prepared to take over its duty. Soft rain clouds hung low in the sky; their silver linings illuminated by the yellow tinged artificial light of the lamp posts dotted throughout the street. 

In a fast attempt to avoid the incoming rainstorm Rhea began making her way inside from the car. Reaching into her jacket pocket for her house keys she unlocked the front door to their shared home, her hands filled with a couple of shopping bags from a quick stop at the grocery store. The entire group were fortunate to have the full weekend off and had opted to have a full weekend at home together. A couple days of just them, of just her and her lovers. To get away from all the demanding cameras, all the nosey fans and the ever-challenging management & production team at WWE. Just the five of them with a mix of some good food, movie nights, warm cuddles and those oh so magical moments in the bedroom.

Except upon reaching the door Rhea could hear the muffled but increasingly loud voices from inside, what sounding like a screaming match between Y/N and Dominik? 

“What the hell?” Rhea muttered under her breath as she unlocked the door and made her way inside, dropping her own bag inside of the door, up against the wall and locked up the house behind her before making her way through the hallway to the kitchen. 

There, leaning against the cooking counters stood Finn and Damian, each with a drink in their hand looking ever more frustrated. Damian, who had opted for a cold bottle of beer straight from the fridge took a swig while offering a half smile to Rhea, the bottle still had small fragments of ice on the side of the label as it clung on to his skin, he ran his free hand over his head and through his tight braids leaving a few shards of ice behind which quickly melted from his own body heat, sighing as he did so. Meanwhile, Finn held a mug of hot coffee to his lips and took a sip raising his eyebrows in her direction. Taking a deep breath in he spoke.

“Welcome home love…” Finn said jokingly as he exhaled, the angry muffled voices above them continued, only getting louder with every passing minuite. All three of them glanced up at the ceiling, Damian shaking his head as they did. 

“Oy vey…” Damian stated, taking another swig of his beer. 

“What the hell is going on? I was gone for what… about an hour?” Rhea stated as she dropped the shopping bags on the counter, looking over at the clock on the wall. The contents of one of the bags had spilled out, to reveal boxes of fresh fruit, a packet of pre-made waffle mix and a container of fresh free-range eggs. 

“About an hour…?” Damian questioned looking over at Finn who tilted his head to the side and nodded, coffee still in hand. 

“Yep, about an hour? Id says that’s about how long they have been at it for.” He shook his head setting his coffee mug to the side and hopping up to take a seat on the edge of the countertop.

“What?!” Rhea exclaimed, rather surprised by their statement. 

“Mi Vida, about two minutes after you left they started.” Damian responded, finishing his drink and disposing of the bottle before offering to put the shopping away. 

Rhea removed her jacket and threw it to the side as she put her hands on her hips, looking up at the ceiling where it sounded as if a war had begun. It was no surprise to the three of them that y/n and Dom were arguing, being the youngest of the group they often bickered or fell out with each other. But it was always short lived and nine times out of ten, the whole argument was always over nothing. 

“What are they fighting about now?” Rhea questioned the boys. Damian who was putting the last of the groceries away looked over to Finn who was scrolling through social media on his phone. He looked up to Damian before they both glanced back at Rhea. 

“You don’t know do you…?” She stated. 

“Honestly love, we figured it was easier to just let them get on with it. You know what they are like” Finn responded, before returning to his phone. 

Damian closed the door and walked over to Rhea, running his hands up and down her arms, placing a gentle kiss on top of her head. “The gambling man I am, I would put money on the pair of them making up before dinner. And no doubt they will end up having a little make up session just to make us jealous” He took his hand to reach for her chin, placing a gentle kiss on her lips.

“I know you Rhea, you don’t need to worry about them, they will be…” But Damian’s voice was quickly cut off when suddenly a loud crash came from upstairs, followed swiftly a loud thump and another loud crashing sound against the floor. 

All three of the judgment day members in a blind panic tossed everything to one side and scrambled their way up the stairs. Rhea leading the charge swung open the door to the master bedroom to a sight none of them were fully prepared for. 

“FUCK YOU, YOU SELF ENTITLED PRICK!” Y/n screamed at the top of her voice, her arms swinging by her side having just launched one of the bedside lamps straight at Dominik’s head. He had been fortunate enough for his reflexes to kick in and had ducked out of the way just in time, knocking over the cabinet behind him sending the television set crashing down to the floor. 

“You fucking psychotic bitch! The fuck is wrong with you!” Dom spat back pulling himself back to his feet, with sweat dripping from his head he ran his hands back through his dark-haired mullet, exposing a rather obvious red mark from his fall just above his eye. 

“Me?! What’s wrong with me? You are a selfish rat do you know that! No wonder your dad was happy to see the back of you!” 

Dom lunged forward towards y/n as the fire of a thousand suns grew inside of him, the hatred for his girlfriend growing every stronger by her words. Damian was quick to leap into action and hold him back whilst Finn grabbed a hold of y/n, locking his arms into hers so the two of them couldn’t rip each other apart. 

“I don’t see Rey racing to get you back, do you? You're pathetic Dom, a pathetic little LIAR!” Y/n laughed through her teeth as she ran her tounge across her lip which had been busted open from a previous scuffle only minutes prior to this declaration of war. 

“Arghhh, FUCK YOU!!!” Dom tried to throw himself at her, kicking his legs and yelling at the top of his voice while Damian and Finn both held on tightly, trying to keep them apart. 

“SHUT UP THE PAIR OF YOU!” Rhea stepped in to the middle of their path towards each other, having finally both seen and heard enough from the pair. 

“I don’t know what the HELL is going on right now but THIS… THIS IS NOT OKAY! This is NOT ACCEPTABLE!” She took a breath in and looked at each of them, turning her head and letting out a heavy sigh. “This is not how we do things, in this relationship we talk, we talk with our voice’s and we DO NOT put our hands on one another. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME” Rhea stated, trying to control her temper as her blood boiled at the thought of any of her lovers on purposely trying to hurt the other. 

Damian and Finn didn’t release their grip as they both looked at each other, lightly shaking their heads as each of them felt their own little warriors’ bodies tightening in their grip. 

“You two clearly cannot be in the same room as each other…. And that, that hurts me to see.” Rhea’s voice broke off at the end, you could see the upset in her eyes as they glazed over with emotion. 

For a minute both y/n and Dom paused, seeing the genuine pain they had inflicted on Rhea. But it only lasted a moment, because the second Damian and Finn released their grip on the pair they locked eyes again, and like a bull in a China shop that rage came back, and boy did it hit like a tsunami. 

Dominik and y/n once again lunged toward each other, only millimeters part before the boys managed to regain their grip around the fighting duo and pull them back.

“Oh brilliant, bloody brilliant. I don’t know what the matter is between you two, but you need to sort this shit out, and sort it out now!” Rhea demanded, making her way over to Dominik. She looked up at Priest and signaled for him to let go of the boy who was ever so slightly lifted of the floor. Dominik dropped  back to his feet and fidgeted on the spot, unable to control the rage that was growing inside of him. 

Rhea snapped her fingers in his face to gain his attention and taking her hand to his face she examined his now semi blackeye. Glancing over her shoulder to y/n in a very unimpressed gesture she returned her focus to Dom. 

“Dom, take a breath, stand still and tell me why you are fighting” She asked, releasing her grip on his face. But Dominik said nothing, his eyes solely locked on y/n and his face showing nothing but discontent for his partner. 

Rhea took a sharp breath and turned on the spot now facing y/n, she shrugged her shoulders, inviting y/n to answer the same question but just like Dominik, y/n kept her eyes locked on the boy, seemingly oblivious to everyone else. 

“This. Ends. Tonight. Do you hear me?!” Rhea stared the pair of them down before signaling for Finn to release y/n. 

Rhea now stood directly in-between the pair. 

“So, help me god if either of you take a step forward, I will show you a whole new world of hurt…” She said as she crossed her arms. Damian and Finn both took a step back from the situation in an attempt to begin clearing up the mess that had been created. 

Y/n breathing was heavy, her breaths short and her hands shook in a mix of adrenaline and an alcohol induced buzz. Dom looked down at her palms noticing and smirked. He cleared his throat to gain some attention as Rhea looked over to him. 

“How many…?” He questioned y/n. Damian and Finn paused, stopping what they were doing and looked over to the young boy in both confusion and curiosity. 

Y/n stood still, her hands continuing to shake as her eyes glazed over in a furious spite for Dom, he wasn’t about to cross the line, was he? 

“How many baby…” Dom asked again, his menacing smile growing as his dark eyes pierced through her. 

“Careful…” y/n whispered under her breath, the look they gave each other signified the love they had was gone, now replaced by a need for revenge on the other. “Don’t cross that line Dominik, you aren’t the only one with skeletons in your closet” Y/n glared back at Dom who offered her a wink, knowing full well just how much it would infuriate her. 

“How many what? What skeletons? We don’t have secrets, what the hell are you both talking about!?” Rhea said, throwing her hands in the air as she turned repeatedly looking between them. Damian and Finn looking between each other equally confused and concerned.

“What is wrong with you two tonight? You’ve fallen out before sure; you’ve argued many times but not to this extreme. Why are you so intent on hurting each other! It’s just not like you…” Damian exclaimed, shaking his head, equally hurt by the events of the evening. 

Dom huffed and walked away, removing his shirt and tossing it in the laundry basket as headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Stopping for a moment he turned to look at Rhea, jerking his head for her to join him, but Rhea was more concerned with dealing with the incidents of the evening rather than ignoring it all just to have a quickie. 

Y/n turned and attempted to walk out of the room, her legs wobbling ever so slightly as she gained her composure. 

“Y/N!” Rhea shouted racing after her, now standing at the top of the stairs while y/n was already halfway down, Finn had swiftly followed behind her while Damian had opted to try and talk some sense into Dominik. "Where are you going?!" Rhea yelled.

Y/n paused for a moment, refusing to look up or make eye contact, instead staring emptily in front of her she responded “Gym” before carrying on. 

“I’ll join you” Finn stated, edging his way around Rhea and racing down the stairs after y/n. He paused and looked up to his auzzie lover whose eyes were full of worry. “It will do them good to be apart, talk to Dom, we will work this out… I promise” Finn smiled before running ahead to catch up once more to y/n who had already made her way out the front door and into the pouring rain. 

“But we….” Rhea called out but upon hearing the door slam behind Finn she collapsed onto the stair banister and sighed. “We have a gym here… and it’s raining.” 

-TEN MINUTES LATER – 

Rhea rose back to her feet, wiping the tears from her eyes and collected herself. She turned on the spot and strode into the master bedroom, she stomped straight past Damian who was adjusting the television set back into its place. Rhea opened the door to the ensuite bathroom and pulled at the shower curtain, reaching in and grabbing onto Dominik’s arm before pulling him out. He was quick to grab a towel from the rain and wrap it around his waist before Rhea threw him onto the edge of the bed and bent down so her face was in line with his. 

“Firstly….Dominik. If you ever, ever lay a hand on y/n again so help me god I will make you pay. Do you understand me?” Rhea was calm and collected, her eyes staring into his soul. Dom took a hard swallow and gulped, nodding his head. 

“Good. Secondly, do not think your actions this evening have been forgiven, you will both deal with the consequences of trashing this bedroom later, do you understand?” 

Again, Dom nodded, very aware than the Dominant and primal Mami had fully taken over the situation now. 

Rhea stood back up, straightening her back and crossed her arms. 

“Now, spill….” Rhea meant business, and Dom knew it. In fact so did Damian who was trying to keep himself busy reconnecting the television cables and stay distracted from his increasing hard on that was pulsing between his thighs. 

Dom paused for a moment, unsure of what to do, because while he hated Y/n in that moment, he didn’t really want to hurt her, he wanted to protect her, but doing that would run the risk of his own secrets coming out. 

“Dominik….” Rhea stated once more, bringing his attention fully back on her. 

He took another hard gulp and turned his head, pointing over to y/n bedside draw. 

Rhea walked over calmly and opened it to find nothing, it was empty. She turned her head, questioning the boy. Dom stood, holding tightly to the towel and made his way over, reaching a hand into the draw and with one finger slid the back of the draw compartment across, revealing a false back. 

He looked down at his feet and took a breath before stepping back as Rhea knelt down to look inside. 

“Fuck….” She said. 

TBC 

[mamisfavmosher]

hiiii i love your stories! could i make a request with poly!judgement day (mainly dom x reader) where dom and reader are just acting silly at a park while the others just watch and it’s just overall basically TJD just having fun and make it super fluffy!

(sorry this was a mouthful 😭)

of course! thank you!

you want primarily dom, you shall receive primarily dom with a touch of poly!judgment day

dandelion fluff // poly!judgment day x fem!reader

Readers POV

"Oh, you better start running, sweetheart." Dom threatened me with a devious smirk after I blew dandelion fluff into his mullet. I giggled with a smile and began running through the grass.

Before I knew it, Dom caught me in his arms and quickly spun me around while kissing my cheek. "You're gonna pay for that! Mami spent all morning doing my hair." He said while gently flopping us onto the ground.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Judgment Day stood a few feet away, watching the two of us roll around in the grass and playfully attack each other.

"You two need to take it easy!" Priest chuckled at us. I looked up at Damian and started running toward him to try and get away from Dom.

"Not so fast, chica!" Dom had grabbed me again, throwing me into a fit of giggles.

I maneuvered my body around his to get into a piggyback position. "You can't get me from back here." I smirked at him and gently ruffled his mullet as he groaned. He hoisted me up higher to get a better grip before he suddenly took off in a sprint. "Dom!" I squealed and held onto him tightly.

"Careful, Dom! She's precious cargo!" Rhea yelled out with a laugh.

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever." Dom said while playfully rolling his eyes, setting me down in front of the group. Finn swiftly pulled me into his arms, holding me close against him.

"I've got ya, lass. I'll keep you safe from Dirty Dom!" Finn said with a theatrical voice. I let out another squeal as Dom tackled the both of us to the ground.

Finn quickly got up to join the standing members, both in fits of laughter of their own. Dom and I continued rolling through the grassy field, eventually coming across a rather large hill.

"Woah! Whoever rolls down the fastest gets to pick what's for dessert tonight!" I exclaimed before barreling down the hill, not waiting for Dom to catch up.

Most of the afternoon was spent like this. Tackling, rolling around, and racing with Dom before Rhea, Damian, and Finn called us back to go home.

But I pick dessert tonight, so the fun's not over yet.

[crescenthistory]

the saga of prongslet or paddy

pairing: freshly baked parents poly!prongsfoot x reader

synopsis: everyone in your little found family are feeling big feelings when you and your boys bring the first baby into your folds – and, in essential marauders spirit, the nicknames come flying out [half-hearted searching for a baby name]

wc: 1.8k

cw: fem!reader, kidfic, poly!relationship, parenthood, aftermath of giving birth, referenced pain, implied past hardship, hospitals, glossed over who biodad is, crying, hints at sirius' abusive past, found family, incredibly heartfelt fluff, background moonwater and marylene

note: i don't know how or why this was born (no pun intended), but here you go!

James had been crying all morning.

Whether the tears streamed silently, falling over his big smile, or if he let out painfully beautiful hiccups varied throughout the hours, but he had yet to let up. 

It had gotten to the point where Regulus – the first visitor, alongside Remus, as the wee babe’s godparents – had begun murmuring questions to his boyfriend about James’ fitness to raise his nephew. These concerns magically evaporated when Remus consolingly patted his hip and pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Remus’ height effectively hid the glossy look in his own eyes as he watched James holding the infant you all already loved.

As for yourself, you were much too exhausted and dehydrated to cry any more. The hospital bed in St. Mungos’ maternity ward was thankfully incredibly comfortable, and your partners had spared no expense on the birth preparation kit, so you were perfectly barricaded by pillows and heated blankets. Your favourite pillow, though, was Sirius, who had remained firmly pressed against your side since James picked up your baby for some skin to skin contact.

You let out another content, albeit slightly pained, sigh and leaned further into him. Neither of you were displeased with your husband walking shirtless about your hospital room, far from it. There was something about James’ large frame – one that strangers surely find intimidating before they see the blinding flash of his grin – holding your little bundle so delicately, reverently even, that made you feel whole. Picturesque in a way that almost felt out of place after everything, and yet so thankfully right.

While James was responsible for the waterworks, you were still choked up yourself. Judging by Sirius’ arms clutching you like you were his favourite prize, you reckoned the feeling was mutual; as it so often is. 

“Mm, more painkillers, gorgeous?” Sirius hummed into the crown of your head as he stamped a sweet kiss there. He had been even more doting than usual from the second Padfoot had picked up on your incoming labour while you and James were none the wiser, showering you in motivations and declarations of love. Attuned to your needs.

You shook your head slightly. “Not yet, but don’t close the tab on me either.”

“We wouldn’t have let him, love,” Remus said, voice low and laced with humour. Regulus looked up at him at the sound of his voice, as if he could hear the tears in it, though his face was significantly less judgmental when it was Remus feeling emotional.

“‘Preciate it Moons, but there’s no need to get protective. I’ve got her, right baby?” That last part, Sirius all but whispered into your ear before holding you closer.

Any other day, the back and forth banter with the people you considered family would have your full attention. However, this was not any other day, and a smile lingered on your face as you hummed in agreement, but your eyes remained trained on James.

As you watched him, he turned around and caught your gaze. He paced the room with careful steps as he held your baby against his chest, your child practically hidden from view beneath his much larger hands. 

James’ eyes were soft like never before when your eyes met, his smile stretching further than you thought possible. The tears that rested on his upper lip spilled down onto his teeth, which surely tasted the salt.

You could feel Sirius turn against you, face watching yours, and he let out a quiet happy noise. You felt immeasurably loved.

“Where is the little Prongslet?”

Marlene’s voice carried into the room mere seconds before she emerged through the cracked opening of the door, so everyone caught her entrance. Her blonde-pink curls were shoved up into a tiny bun and her back was slightly crooked as she entered, as if walking on eggshells. It was clear she had rushed home in the early hours to get here.

“Marlene!” you whisper-yelled in greeting. It fatigued you further, but you had Sirius to lean against and it was worth it to see your best friend smile like she did. Marlene immediately beelined for you to pet your hair.

Behind her, Mary trailed with the most vibrant bouquet of flowers from her little shop, your baby’s birth flower the centrepiece. “Hi there, parents,” she greeted excitedly.

Regulus was an angel and accepted the flowers from Mary, kissing her cheek as he did so. You caught sight of Remus watching his boyfriend put the flowers in water with heart-eyes.

“Did you eat Baby Prongslet already?” Marlene asked, looking around. “Was he that cute?”

Remus was the one to put her out of her misery by pointing to James in the corner of the room and the little bundle he cradled.

It was clear Mary had lectured her girlfriend about volume before they arrived, because Marlene’s excited “oooh!” started out high-pitched and quickly turned into a whisper. She hurried towards James right away, who was meeting her halfway, turning his body so she could see her little nephew’s face.

“Prongslet?” Sirius asked through a laugh. “You and I are chopped liver then, dollface, just so you know. He’s James’ only.”

His pout was theatrical and petty, but it achieved its purpose of making you laugh properly – only to instantly whine over the pain it sprouted in your pelvic floor. “That is not what she means, baby,” you placated.

“No, it is.” Marlene’s comment came from across the room as she quickly washed her hands in the in-unit sink, so that she could touch the baby safely. She winked at you to show no harm, but it didn’t stop Sirius’ gasp.

“Prongslet,” James murmured as he looked down at his son reverently. “Is that what you are, baby? My little Prongslet?”

You heard Regulus murmur “Absolutely not,” under his breath, followed by an oomph that indicated a certain lycanthrope’s cane had met his ankle.

You could feel Sirius’ shoulders sag, and you looked up to catch the lovestruck look on his face as he watched James already ace being a father. You puckered your lips and made a kissing noise at him, so that he would give you a kiss and then another.

“Jamie, Marls, would you not hide my son from me?” You called when you finished doting on Sirius, an idea already cooking in your mind.

“Missing him already?” Mary asked from your bedside, having politely waited her turn to meet the baby. You turned your head sideways to smile at her, to which she reached out and stroked your cheek.

James walked up to you with your baby still against his chest, sitting gingerly down on your bedside, facing you. His warm brown eyes lingered on yours as he sniffled. 

You almost didn’t have the heart to take your baby from James’ loving arms, but Mary was right – you did miss your son. 

“Scoot over,” you murmured to Sirius, so that there would be space for James to join you properly, and gestured for him to do so. Once he did, you carefully scooped your child from him, holding him sideways against your chest. Even after relinquishing him, James leaned down to kiss his forehead repeatedly.

You saw that your baby had fallen asleep in James’ arms, lulled by his father’s sweet love. He was starting to wake up now, eyes blinking, bleary and confused, but so wide and beautiful.

You could swear he had Sirius’ eyes.

“Hi baby. Hi, little Paddy,” you whispered to him.

This time you didn’t need to feel it – you could hear Sirius’ head whip around you look at you. Marlene cackled to your left, as quietly as she could, while Mary giggled to your right.

“Paddy as in Padfoot?” Sirius asked. His bottom lip fully jutted out in a pout as you looked sideways to meet his eyes, this time in happiness.

“Or as in St. Patrick?” Regulus mused. You rolled your eyes, but were unable to fight back your tired smile.

“He obviously has to take after both his fathers. Prongs and Padfoot made little Prongslet Paddy.”

Sirius positively lit up and leaned in to kiss you, hand coming up to cradle yours over your baby’s back as he did so.

He pulled back and moved over to kiss James with the same passion – only to find him crying even harder once more. Your smile turned into a giggle as you watched James thick eyebrows scrunch up beautifully, warm-toned skin crinkling in an unfairly beautiful manner as he shook his head, tears falling. He looked so vulnerable without his glasses.

“You’re so beautiful,” he sobbed. “You’re both so beautiful.”

James’ arms reached out over you to hold tightly onto Sirius and bring the three of you into the closest to a hug you could get while still on the hospital bed. Sirius snorted, but it sounded suspiciously wet. You leaned sideways against James and bowed your head down to press your lips to your baby’s head. You breathed him in and found out what home smells like.

At the sound of a shutter, you opened an eye to spot Remus’ tawny hair poking out above his camera, which was pointed at you and your lovers. When he lowered the camera, he winked at you, before going to show Regulus the photos.

“Little Paddy Prongslet,” you whispered. Your partners eased out of the hug, but not before Sirius had stolen that kiss he wanted from James.

“Is that going to be his… official name?” Regulus asked in a carefully neutral voice. You turned your head towards him just in time to see him wipe his cheek with the back of his thumb.

It almost felt like you had caught him in the act, but you deigned not to comment on it.

“No, of course not,” you laughed. James made a sound as if he disagreed. “We haven’t decided on a name yet.”

“How do you find a name for your whole world?” Sirius' question was a whisper, his eyes trained intently on your baby, who was meeting his gaze in quiet amazement. Sirius looked deep in thought. “I don’t even know if I’m going to be a good parent yet.”

Regulus walked closer, putting his hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You will be. I know it.”

You swallowed harshly at the implication, and you could tell Sirius was on the edge of joining James in another round of tears.

Marlene saved you all. “I, for one, think that if he should be named after anyone in any way, it should be after you, babe,” she said, looking at you. “You’re the bloody hero of the hour. Never let these boys give you hell again.”

You began to laugh, but it was cut off as James – carefully, keeping your baby in mind – hugged you closer to his side.

“Finally, something we can all agree on,” he declared. “Our hero. My love.”

“Hey, and mine,” Sirius added, kissing your cheek. He was full of kisses today.

While you thought there might be a whole lot more to agree on, as you looked around the room at your four close friends and your two partners on either side of you, you allowed yourself to be showered in some love.

And as you looked down on the new love of your life, you knew that no matter what you named your baby, it would be shown the same love you were tenfold.

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The Judgement Day with a gf who has a sweet tooth like always?

Cookies || The Judgement Day x Reader

Summary: You have a horrible sweet tooth, so does Dom. The two of you are incredibly angry when Finn puts a lock on the cabinet where you keep all the treats.

As you sat on the couch, your face twisted into a pout, you couldn't help but feel a little frustrated. Your sweet tooth was something your partners wanted to deal with, especially Finn and Damian. However, Finn had taken matters into his own hands and placed a lock on the cabinet where you kept your favourite treats.

Dominik, who shared your love for sweets, was equally disgruntled by the development. He had been complaining about it to Rhea, feeling like the rest of the group was being a bit too strict about your sugar intake.

"They're just looking out for you, Dom," Rhea said, trying to be the voice of reason.

"But it's not fair! We should be able to have sweets whenever we want, we're grown adults." Dominik grumbled, his arms crossed.

Meanwhile, you remained on the couch, brooding. Your brows furrowed, and your frown deepened as you thought about your beloved snacks locked away from you.

The three of you seemed lost in your own thoughts until Damian, ever the peacemaker, decided to intervene. He approached the couch where you were sitting and, with a sly smile, gently pulled you onto his lap.

"Hey there," he said, his tone soothing.

You looked up at him, still wearing your pouty expression. "I want cookies."

Damian chuckled, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. "I know you do, baby, that's exactly why Finn put a lock on that cabinet."

Finn, seizing the opportunity to lighten the mood, couldn't resist joining in. He crept up behind you and began to tickle your sides, making you giggle and squirm in Damian's lap.

"Tickle monster strikes again!" Finn announced with a grin.

You erupted into laughter, your previous sulky mood forgotten. Dominik, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but chuckle too. Rhea smiled at the camaraderie among all of you.

The sweet craving and the lock on the treat cabinet might remain an ongoing battle, but in that moment, you realized that it was the bonds you shared with your partners that truly mattered. Laughing together on the couch, you knew that even without sweets, your life was wonderfully sweet because of them.