#Liv and Dom

[anotherjheastan]

The Weight of Gold

A Liv Morgan fanfic

Author’s Note: This story came from a theory I have. I believe Liv is gonna leave Dom. Not quite like this, but this version popped into my head and I ran with it. The lyric, Loving you is a losing game, got stuck into my head and I thought, who would that fit? And it just so happened to be Liv and Dom. I hope you like it!

The title on Liv’s lap felt heavier than usual. Her Crown Jewel championship ring almost felt like a dumbbell resting on top of her hand. She had thought she was ready. She thought she had kept her guard up well. But she kept replaying the look on Dom’s face when she told him he’s out of the Judgment Day. His brown eyes wide with shock, his mouth open too; gum threatening to fall out. Devastation sweep across his face and then anger. Liv’s eyes started to water as she remembered how his eyes started to water.

You told me this thing was real! That you were better for me! I was better for you! I did everything for you!

A string of Spanish words came next, most of them bad. Liv had kept her cool on camera and backstage as she, Finn, and Raquel had celebrated their victory. But even when he had said he loved her in the ring, she felt a pang in her chest. She felt that pang again, the pain spreading. A fireball formed in her throat and the single streams of tears fell faster and harder.

The sob left her throat and Raquel looked back at her. Finn glanced at her in the mirror, but she didn’t meet their eyes. She sobbed and ignored their concerns. When they reached the hotel, she ran to her room. She bolted the door and screamed. She threw her title on the ground and ripped off her ring. Everything freestanding fell to the floor. Raquel and Finn were banging on the door and yelling.

Finn had told her the plan before she had taken him from Rhea: dismantle the Judgment Day. It started with Damian and Rhea, but Dom had also been trying to control things so he had to go too. And Carlito had fallen off. Finn said the three of them could run Monday Night Raw. The three of them would take every piece of gold they could. And that with Dom and Carlito gone, no one would be holding them back.

When Dom questioned their decision to beat Rhea with pipes on NXT, Finn whispered in her ear about how he didn’t have the balls to work with the group. How Judgment Day had to dominate by any means. That’s how they won titles. That’s how they retained.

Liv spotted Dom’s shirt on the bed, the one she had slept in the night before. She picked up and held it close to her. His cologne still lingered. She sat on the bed. She felt all her emotions start to calm. She took a deep breath and thought about her original plan to just wreck a home. She never meant to create one for her and Dom, but he was quite charming. He was funny, kind, protective. He liked monster movies and wanted a sequel to The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. And now he was just gone. Gone so she could keep her gold. Gone so she could stay on top.

“Liv, opening the fucking door,” Finn said.

“How about you ask nicely?” Raquel asked. “She’s clearly going through something. Liv, honey, open the door please. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Reluctantly, Liv went to the door, Dom’s shirt in hand, and undid the bolt. She pulled the handle so the door popped open and sat back down on the bed.

“You nearly got us kicked out!” Finn barked.

“We still might,” Raquel said, looking around the room.

Finn studied the room. He picked up the title and put it on the dresser. He walked over to Liv. He put his finger under her chin and gently lifted up her face.

“Oh Liv,” he said, his voice gentle. “I told you not to fall in love with him. I told you his charm would disarm you, my brilliant bomb. You were only supposed to go off on him.”

Liv felt more tears start to fall, but she was too tired to fight. She had been putting on a brave face all day. She couldn’t hold it any more.

“I’m sorry,” Liv croaked. Her voice was almost gone, her throat was sore.

“It’s okay. As long as you’re still with us,” Finn said.

Liv felt uncomfortable with the finality of his statement. It was like she didn’t have a choice.

“I’m with you,” Liv whispered.

Liv kept determination on her face. She was determined to work with Finn and Raquel for now. She would keep her gold for now. But now, she wasn’t so sure if the gold was worth the pain in her heart.

[tuserlivia]

“Even the smallest person can change the course of the future.” THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RETURN OF THE KING (2003)

[autistook]

Billy Boyd & Dom Monaghan, Cast Commentary, the Two Towers

[livsdom]

[neverbeyours]

[punksrhea]

LIV MORGAN (+DOMINIK MYSTERIO) & RAQUEL RODRIGUEZ WWE RAW, February 24th, 2025

[queenielacy]

Dom to the rest of Judgement Day on Monday:

[cosmicflw3rr]

things we’ve never said.

dominik mysterio x fem!reader

summary: you and dom have been friends for as long as you can remember, but when he begins to distance himself from you, everything falls apart. will you crumble under the weight of it all and confess your true feelings to him?

A/N: I could not come up with a good title for thiss.. 😭 also this is my first time ever writing on here so lmk how you guys feel about itt.

you and dom have been close friends since you were young. growing up with parents in the WWE, you and him would hang out whenever your parents brought you to work.

throughout the years the two of you remained close, the both of you following in your parents footsteps and becoming wwe wrestlers. you and him becoming inseparable, since you got drafted to raw.

even though he was in the judgment day, and you were making a name for yourself, you always found a way to support and be there for each other.

as time passed, it hit you that dom was gradually drifting from you. the post-show hangouts you both used to have were replaced by solo nights in your hotel room, binging your favorite show.

and you traded in your late-night waffle house trips for early morning trips to the hotel gym, trying to clear your mind.

while the friendship you shared with dom started to fade, his connection with rhea only grew stronger, leaving you to deal with your thoughts.

you could feel yourself fading into the background, witnessing all the moments that once belonged to you and dom now being shared with her instead.

avoiding both of them had become your new routine, yet there was only so much you could do when your job meant crossing paths every week, making escape almost impossible.

but you held your own. there were times you’d run into dominik but you’d just ignore him and pretend you didn’t hear him.

you were doing your best to try and move on from the situation, but your attempts at ignoring reality only caused you pain.

when your paths would cross it was like your entire body was consumed in pain as you watched them be happy together even if it was just for a second.

you could try and hold yourself together all you want, but it felt like your heart was ripping apart every time you saw them.

you had been sitting backstage waiting for your time to go out to the ring, you had a match against becky lynch. you were just waiting for rhea to get done with her call out promo.

the air in the ring was tense from their ongoing feud, full of sharp words and taunts. you felt a twinge of nerves, not just for the match but because dom was always rhea's shadow, and tonight was no exception.

glancing at the screen, you saw rhea laying down her final words, with dom looming behind her like a puppy.

your leg instinctively started bouncing up and down, dreading the inevitable awkwardness that came with being anywhere near dom. It was just one of those things that made you wish you were anywhere else.

rhea's theme hit, and she strutted out of the ring, her and dom making their way backstage slowly, nibbling on your lip to find some calm. someone sat down in the seat next to you, but you were too wrapped up in your own head to notice.

a moment passed, then a familiar voice cut through, "hey, you okay?" you glanced over to find liv, a good friend of yours, looking at you with concern. you pulled yourself together and offered a small, convincing-enough smile.

“oh- yeah, I'm good," you responded, as much as you liked to think you had a good poker face you didn’t. and liv saw right through you.

"if its about the match don’t worry, you’ll kill it." she said slowly, a touch of uncertainty in her tone. "but something tells me that's not it."

releasing a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding, you asked with a hint of humor, "Is it that obvious?" liv was clued in on everything; you two had become closer ever since you and dom stopped talking. she had become your ride-or-die.

she just shrugged and said, "no, I just know things." as you rolled your eyes with a smile. right then, a crew member gave the five-minute warning. you rose to get moving, but liv called out to you. "y/n/n."

turning to face her, "everything's gonna be okay." you gave her a soft smile and sent a playful kiss her way before heading to the curtains.

as you approached, rhea slipped through them holding her title over her shoulder without a glance your way. but when dom passed by, his gaze found yours.

In that quick moment, your heart skipped a beat, time seemed to stop, stretching the seconds out endlessly. a series of unspoken questions and unresolved issues hovered in the space between you two. that look between you two spoke more than words ever could.

it was the first direct eye contact you'd made with him in weeks. and just like that, it was over, the moment ending as quickly as it had arrived.

he passed by, his gaze leaving you and locking on rhea, and that strange, churning sensation in your belly returned. It was puzzling, a feeling you couldn't quite name.

suddenly, your theme rung out. you took a breath placing yourself in your confident persona, you’d walked out to the ramp beaming that confident grin with your arms wide, you soaked up the the cheers of the crowd washing over you like a wave.

you found yourself forgetting about everything, right now it wasn’t about you. it was about your fans. and one thing you weren’t going to do was let your personal life interfere with your job.

strutting down the ramp, you exchanged grins and nods with the fans, their excitement mirroring your own. slipping between the ropes, you blew the audience a kiss before sauntering to your designated corner.

crouching, anticipation tingling through you, you waited for the signal.

ding! ding! ding!

The bell's ringing sent your heart racing—it was go time. you and becky lunged at each other, each fighting for control, neither of you letting up.

becky dashed toward the ropes, bouncing off with momentum, but you were ready and landed a superkick right to her face. she stumbled backward, and you quickly went for the your finisher, a ripcord flatliner. as soon as becky’s body hit the mat you pushed her shoulders down and went for the cover.

1! 2! 3!

your music echoed throughout the arena, signaling the end of the match. shifting off becky, you settled onto your knees, a cocky grin spreading across your face as you swept your hair back, basking in the applause. a quick swipe of your tongue over your teeth, and you rose to your feet, ready to soak it all in.

the referee walked up next to you, lifting your right hand high, the crowd's cheers roaring louder. when your hand eventually lowered, you took a moment to look around at the cheering fans before making your exit backstage.

as the curtain fell behind you, liv was there, her voice lilting with enthusiasm. "you did amazing!" she chirped, the melody of her praise ringing in your ears.

you grin was wide, a mix of relief lighting up your face. "thanks," you replied with a shrug. "how about grabbing drinks later?" you asked.

liv's expression was priceless, her mouth agape before she shot you a look that screamed, 'Is that even a question?'

"hell yea we should. want me to invite sam and nat?" she bounced back, her enthusiasm infectious.

you gave a nod, the exhaustion of the night seeping into your voice. "I don’t mind.” you admitted, feeling exhausted. “I just really need a drink." you admitted.

liv wrapped you in a comforting hug, her hand soothing your back. "you've earned it," she whispered, pulling away only to hold your gaze. "i have to shoot a backstage promo now, so I'll catch you tonight, okay?"

with a nod, you exchanged goodbyes, each heading your separate ways. as you walked through the arena backstage to get to the locker room, the post-match adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

turning a corner you suddenly bumped into someone. you looked up to see dom, your heart picked up its pace. the two of you looking at each other, after a moment of no words and eye contact you had to get out of there.

you managed a strained smile, thoughts whirling as you sought an escape. "sorry," you mumbled, already sidestepping away.

but dom's hand clasped your forearm, halting you. you glanced from his eyes to where he touched you. his hold was gentle, yet insistent, something you hadn’t felt in a while. It almost felt foreign to you. "wait, we need to talk," he said firmly, his gaze digging deep for an answer you weren't prepared to give.

the air thickened with his words, an unspoken acknowledgment that whatever was going on between the two of you couldn’t be ignored forever

your expression hardened, as you withdrew your arm from his grasp. "not now dominik," you told him, abandoning the nickname you usually used when talking to him.

dom's face was a picture of tension, his jaw clenched tight. "then when?" he pressed, his words hitting you hard. "when's the right time gonna be? why have you been avoiding me?" you could hear the sincerity in his voice, the raw need for an answer lingering in the air.

the words hit you like a hurricane, leaving you momentarily frozen, brows knitted together. "don't pretend you care now," you spat out, the words sharper than intended, as you finally faced your tangled emotions head-on.

dom looked taken aback. "what are you talking about?" he retorted, his guard up.

"you've been distant for weeks, but obviously, you didn't notice because you're too wrapped up with rhea, right?"

"that's not true, I—"

your heart pounding as you locked eyes with dom. "no—I've been there for you through everything, and now you just push me away for them, for her," you said, the hurt in your voice unmistakable.

dom looked taken aback, his own anger subsiding as he realized the depth of your pain. "push you away? that's not what I'm trying to do," he protested, but you cut him off.

"but it’s exactly what you did! god I-" you looked away from him as your eyes filled with tears. you bit your lip hoping to stop. you didn’t feel like crying in front of him.

the tears overwhelmed you, there were far to much that you couldn’t hide it. as you blinked the tears escaped, you hastily wiped them. you looked at him. “you pushed me away and it hurt-“ you told him your voice breaking.

“y/n/n-” dom’s features softened, you looked around trying to avoid looking at his eyes.

"and I hate feeling this way, and I wish I didn’t care but I do. because I'm in love with you, dom. I have been for so long." your words hung heavy in the air, and your eyes welled up, the tears you'd fought to keep at bay now tracing hot paths down your cheeks. "this sort of thing was never meant to happen," you said your voice breaking, a sob catching in your throat.

dom's anger dissolved and his arms were around you in an instant. "hey, hey, don't cry, I hate it when you cry." your arms instinctively wrapped around him, as your tears fell silently.

the hug was a deep, tight one, like he was holding you as if you were the only thing keeping him standing. no words were spoken, but the tension in your body melted away as you leaned into him, his mere presence calming your racing heart.

the hug seemed to stretch on forever, dom's hand gently threading through your hair as you rested your head against his chest, tears falling silently.

eventually, he drew back, cupping your cheeks as he met your gaze with tenderness, brushing away your tears and moving your hair out of your face gently. he missed you. so god damn much.

"I—y/n/n..." dom's voice wavered as he looked into your eyes, his emotions laid bare for you to see.

after a moment of silence, he spoke softly. "i've been wanting to tell you... but was so afraid of losing you and messing things up. i just..."

"i..." he spoke up again but stopped himself mid-sentence. "i've been avoiding you... because of the way i feel. and i thought if i tried to hide it and put some distance between us, it would go away."

his eyes bore into yours, making sure you were taking in everything he was saying. "i was wrong." your heart seemed to stop, leaving you momentarily speechless as you struggled to find the right words.

"i'm in love with you," he said.

his words hung in the air, lingering in the space between the two of you. he continued, “i was an idiot, and i thought if i kept us away, i could just make these feelings go away. but when i finally had some time to actually think... i realized i've loved you all along, and I'm done pretending like we can just be friends."

"i've never looked at anyone else the way I look at you, y/n/n." he murmured, his touch gentle against your cheek. "being with you just feels so natural. i can't hide how i feel anymore. please," his voice quivered, the words barely making their way out, "let me make things right."

dom's hand gently cradled your jaw, tilting his head as he gazed into your eyes. "can I..." he started, his voice trailing off.

you nodded, your eyes flickering between his and his eyes and his lips. "yes."

his lips met yours in a tender kiss, the embrace deepening as you both became lost in the moment.

it was a moment you had yearned for, and as your hearts raced and time seemed to stand still, it felt like a dream come true.

dom pulled back after a moment, his lips trailing away from yours. you could tell he was still processing the moment, his breaths coming in quick and shallow spurts as he tried to regain his composure.

“i’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” his eyes studying you as he took in every detail.

you smiled softly, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his words. "me too." you admitted,

dom's eyes lit up at your confession, a grin spreading across his face. Without another word, he leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, this one more confident and eager than the last. you melted into his embrace, feeling happiness wash over you.

dom rested his forehead against yours. "i don't want to wait any longer," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I want to be with you, in every way possible."

your smile widened, every moment, every obstacle, had led you to this point, and in that moment, it all felt worth it. "that's all I've ever wanted too," you replied, your voice filled with emotion.

dom smiled and engulfed you in a warm hug, lifting you off the ground and twirling you around. your joyful squeal filled the air as he gently set you down, peppering kisses on your lips that made you smile. "let's grab some food, I'm starving," he suggested.

"of course you are," you teased, playfully rolling your eyes at his mock-offended expression. he shook his head, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder as the two of you started walking.

the two of you reached catering, you noticed liv and natalya at a table and subtly intertwined your hands with dom's. "um, i'll catch up with you in a sec?" you said, releasing his hand to approach the table.

taking a seat, liv and natalya exchanged knowing glances as they looked at you with anticipation. "hey, girlie," natalya greeted with a playful smirk. "i'm ready for those drinks tonight!" she added, with a little shimmy that made liv burst into laughter.

as the excitement filled the air, you hesitated before breaking the news. "about that..." the two women turned their heads to look at you, their expressions shifting to curiosity. "sooo, how about we rain check on the drinks tonight?" you suggested, catching liv's curious gaze as you awaited their response.

"why?" she inquired, prompting you to glance back at dom, who was already heading towards the table. bracing yourself, you sat back as he casually draped his arm over your chair.

turning your attention from him to liv and natalya, who looked utterly shocked, you nervously chuckled. "yeah," you admitted.

"i told you!" liv exclaimed loudly, laughing and sharing a glance with natalya. confusion lingered as you and dom exchanged looks before refocusing on the two women in front of you. natalya shook her head, putting her head in her hands. "I told you," she muttered.

liv sprang up, doing a little dance with a bright smile on her face. "did you guys bet on us?" you asked, a hint of amusement in your voice.

liv stopped her dance, still beaming. "nope, just might've challenged natalya on when you two would make up," she revealed.

you rolled your eyes, laughing. "of course you did." you guys began talking about the upcoming pay-per-view event. focused in the conversation, you felt a sudden warmth as dom's hand found yours under the table.

glancing down at your intertwined hands resting on his lap, you couldn't help but smile at the sweet gesture. despite the subtle display of affection, you decided to refocus on listening to liv and natalya.

this is exactly where you wanted to be.

[bootlegwatermelon]

not summerslam giving us yaoi feuds that could feed generations 😭

[rheasbrvtality]

they just love fighting 😭

[kraeki]

I feel like I’m interrupting something

[autistook]

that's all

[livsdom]

[pandorasfavorite]

heyyyy can i request a dom x reader where you call him papi while yk and he fucks your brains out? thankssss

Hush

AN: he was giving daddy right here ^^^^

“I know baby, I know”, his voice squeaks in a uncharacteristic whine. You couldn’t help but slowing down the rapid movement of your hips to tease him to the brink of tears; just to take what’s yours. “Yea? It was kind of hard to tell when she landed on top of you”, you clenched around his aching cock making Dominik squirm. “Just…like…this”, you announced every word; taking every inch of him with ease. With your hands splayed carelessly against his check and your doe eyes blinking down at him, Dominik truly struggled to sit up.

With every bounce and breathless pant that spewed from your mouth; he felt closer to going insane and taking control. He felt as if he was about to explode; the warmth and smell of you captivating his entire existence in that very moment. Dominik’s throat constricts the second he feels you clench around him, therefore his resolve breaks. “Baby, baby I swear on everything I don’t even think about her…fuckkkk just like that Mami”, his head tilts back and his fingers press indents into your hips.

Dominik looked and felt spent, his hair was sticking to his forehead and his cock was leaking precum so deep inside of you that his main thought was to fill you up with all of his cum… to brand you as his. Dominik’s eyes rolled back as your tongue slid into his mouth, his mind still reeling over the idea of you pregnant with his kid. His mouth could barely begin to even move against yours with the same vigor. Instead it was the same repetitive grunt and his fumble of dirty words.

“I wanna cum inside”, his eyes opened while pulling back from your glossy lips, “please please sweetheart, let me cum, full you up till your fucking pregnant”. He swallowed roughly and moved his hands to cup your breasts firmly, “want these huge and leaking, come on princesa, make me a papi”. Your mouth fell open with an offhand moan, from the way he begged for responsibility…for devotion to you. But most of all from the way his cock pulsed and twitched at the idea. Your head fell forehead and you caught his eye, not daring to stop the roll of your hips despite how close you felt to coming undone on his cock; your voice cracked, “what about Liv?”.

Dominik’s eyes darkened, “don’t even say her name, say mine” his tongue licked at his bottom lip, “say it” he whispered a demand to be followed. You laid against him, stopping all movement and just feeling him inside of you, “make me cum papi”. Dominik gasped and spilled into you instantly with a strangled moan, “holy fuck, shit girl that’s- that’s”. He tossed his head back; not bothering to move inside you; though he was still half hard inside of you. The ringing of you muttering papi in his ear keeping him hard for you.

You merely giggled at the boyish display; not expecting him to fall apart immediately. “You like that papi?”, you wiggled against his cock; Dominik dug his nails into your hips without meaning to. A disgruntled groan falling from his lips once more, “I won’t last long if you keep that up” he warns and jolts his hips up. Your body bounces as the tip of his cock brushes that special place inside of you.

Dominik takes control and rolls you onto your back, “that’s the idea, hurry up so I can cum”. Dominik wasted no time, slamming his cock far inside of you, your body jumping and jolting with every smack of his hips against your ass. Within minutes you felt the burning sensation within the bottom of your stomach, Dominik knew well enough to rub your clit with thumb. You come undone moaning his name then a soft, “feel good papi?” You ask innocently; knowing well and good how that made Dominik.

He sunk into you; so deep his cum didn’t spill out of you at all. Just the way he wanted

[livdomtruther]

I PROMISE YOU.

Requested by mi amorcita emma <3

It officially was October 6, meaning it was Bad Blood day. Weeks ago when her match with Rhea got announced, she was super excited and confident. But ever since last week, when Rhea stated that Dominik would have to be locked in a shark cage and raised high above the ring, Liv had been on edge. She tried to shake the worry away, but it lingered like a dark shadow, growing longer each time she thought about it.

The cold autumn air nipped at her skin as she sat backstage, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her hands, usually steady, trembled slightly as she adjusted her ring gear. The usual pre-match adrenaline was there, but something else coiled in her stomach—a knot of unease she couldn’t untangle. She knew how Dominik was claustrophobic, how the tight space of that cage would close in around him. And the heights—he'd once mentioned how they made his heart race in a way that was anything but thrilling.

Liv never told Dominik this, but in a way, she felt guilty. Guilty that she couldn't shield him from Rhea’s challenge, guilty that her match meant putting him through this ordeal. She forced a smile as she turned toward the door, hearing the distant rumble of the crowd beyond the curtain. But in the back of her mind, the thoughts of Dominik’s fear—being lifted up, trapped alone—made the excitement of the night feel heavier, weighted down by a quiet dread.

Dominik walked up to her, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips, and gently grasped her hand. He squeezed it for a moment, offering a silent comfort before speaking. “We’re up next, and we have to start standing in the gorilla since the lowrider is getting set up for our entrance,” he softly explained, his voice steady despite the knot of nerves twisting inside him. He masked the fear that gnawed at him, the thought of the shark cage looming like a shadow. He didn’t want to let Liv see any cracks in his facade—didn’t want her to feel guilty or worried—so he kept those thoughts buried deep, far from the surface.

Liv noticed the tension in his shoulders, but she pushed away her own worries, leaning into their familiar banter. “Okay, let’s go, guapo,” she replied with a playful lilt in her voice, bumping his shoulder with hers. The word made his expression soften, and he let out a quiet giggle, ruffling her hair like he always did when she managed to lighten his mood, even for a moment.

Dominik’s touch was gentle as he guided her through the maze of staff and equipment, weaving through the bustling chaos backstage. The air was thick with anticipation, filled with the hum of voices and the distant roar of the crowd beyond the curtains. Each step brought them closer to the gorilla, the pulse of the arena vibrating in the walls and floor beneath their feet. Liv could feel his hand tighten slightly around hers as they reached the edge of the curtain, where the lights were dimmer but the energy was electric, ready to launch them into the chaos of the ring.

Dominik's attention was ripped away for a second as a staff member approached him, rattling off last-minute adjustments for their entrance. He didn’t mean to, but his hand slipped out of Liv’s grasp, leaving her fingers grasping at air. As soon as the warmth of his touch was gone, she felt the creeping coldness of her own thoughts rushing back in. Her heart pounded against her ribs, each beat heavy and uneven, and her chest tightened with the pressure that seemed to build with every passing moment.

Liv’s fingers moved unconsciously, twisting and turning the matching promise ring that Dominik had given her. The cool metal was smooth against her skin, a small comfort, but it wasn’t enough to stop the storm brewing in her mind. Her thoughts swirled, one anxious spiral after another, each worse than the last. 'What if something happens to him?' The idea struck like a flash of lightning, quick and painful. 'I feel so horrible, this is all my fault.' The guilt clawed at her, twisting in her gut like a knife. 'What if he falls out?' Her breath hitched as the image of him plummeting from the cage filled her mind. 'Fuck, fuck,' she thought, the word pulsing with each beat of her racing heart.

Her thoughts scattered wildly, becoming impossible to rein in, and she felt herself slipping further into a spiral she couldn’t control. Her chest tightened, each breath becoming more ragged than the last. She hadn’t even realized what was happening, but her vision blurred, the edges of the world smudging and bending like a dream. The faces of the crew became indistinct, just shadows moving past her. Her breaths came in quick, shallow gasps, the sound of her own panicked breathing roaring in her ears. A heavy, crushing weight pressed down on her chest, as if the entire arena were closing in around her, and suddenly, she could no longer feel the solid ground beneath her feet.

Liv hadn’t realized how Dominik had stopped talking to the staff for a minute already. He had felt it, the subtle shift in the air, the way her energy seemed to change—tightening, growing frantic. He could sense something was off, the kind of feeling he’d learned to recognize in her over time. Without a second thought, he excused himself from the conversation, his heart clenching as he turned to see his beloved struggling, her breath coming too fast, her shoulders quivering.

Dominik’s heart panged as he took in the sight of Liv in the early stages of a panic attack. It was a side of her he rarely saw, one she tried to keep hidden. But he knew her—knew the little shifts in her mood and the signs that told him when she was hurting, even when she tried to put on a brave face. Liv never realized how much Dominik truly understood her, how he could read her like a book with each turn of a page, knowing when she needed space, when she needed comfort, or when she just needed him to be there. He cared deeply for her, more than he could put into words.

Without hesitation, he reached out, his larger hands immediately finding hers, intertwining his fingers with her smaller, trembling ones. The warmth of his touch was like an anchor, something real and steady in the storm of her thoughts. He brought himself closer, guiding her gently until she could lean her head against his chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her. The familiar scent of him—something warm and comforting—filled her senses, grounding her just a bit.

“What’s wrong, hermosa?” Dominik asked, his voice soft, barely more than a whisper, as if he were afraid of breaking her with the wrong tone. He held her with a tenderness that made Liv feel like she might fall apart, but in the safest way possible. His touch, his presence, it was enough to steady the edges of her panic, bringing her back to the present, even if just a little.

She fought against the tears that welled in her eyes, trying to keep them from spilling over. It was instinct to hide this kind of vulnerability, even from him. But as she rested her head against his chest, she could hear the steady beat of his heart, and it gave her something to hold onto, a rhythm that steadied her own frantic pulse.

“I’m... I’m scared...” she admitted, her voice small and cracking, barely audible above the distant noise of the arena. The words came out shaky, as if she might break apart completely just by saying them. Dominik’s arms tightened around her, his heart growing heavy with each unsteady breath she took, wishing he could take all of her fears and shoulder them himself.

Dominik’s expression grew more serious, a gentle but firm determination settling in his eyes. “Take a deep breath, sweetheart. Then you tell me why you’re scared, okay?” he softly guided her, his voice steady and calm. Liv nodded, her head still resting against his chest, the rhythm of his breathing giving her something to focus on.

She took a few deep breaths, each one a struggle against the tightness in her chest. The heaviness in her heart refused to leave, pressing down like a weight she couldn’t shake. But with each breath, she felt herself starting to calm, bit by bit, melting into the warmth of Dominik’s words. They wrapped around her like a blanket, offering comfort in the middle of her storm.

“I’m scared because… you’re going in that shark cage, and I know your fear,” she began, her voice trembling with emotion. “I know you’re claustrophobic and afraid of heights. I’m scared that something will happen to you, and like… what if you get hurt? It’s all my fault, Dom. I’m so sorry.” The words tumbled out of her mouth, fast and urgent, as if she might lose the nerve to say them if she slowed down for even a second.

Dominik listened closely, understanding every word despite the speed with which she spoke—he was used to her like this, her thoughts racing ahead of her voice. He understood her, truly, and that understanding made his heart flutter. The fear in her voice was laced with a deep concern, and as he held her, he couldn’t help but feel a warmth spreading through him, a sense of being loved and cared for that wrapped around his heart like a gentle embrace.

“Oh, my baby…” he murmured, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he let her words settle between them. He raised her chin with his free hand, tilting her face up so she could see the sincerity in his eyes, the warmth in his smile. Then, he lifted their intertwined hands, holding them up as a reminder of their connection, of the strength they drew from one another.

“You’re such a kind-hearted and loving soul, I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with admiration. “But this isn’t your fault at all. I know you yelled at Adam Pearce and even complained to Triple H about the whole shark cage thing.” He couldn’t help but chuckle softly, remembering the way Adam Pearce had come to him, flustered and irritated, recounting Liv’s passionate protests. “I knew if you could change things, you would. And knowing you tried means the world to me.”

Dominik’s words were like a balm, slowly soothing the raw ache in Liv’s chest. He squeezed her hand, a gentle reminder that he was here, right now, that they were facing this together.

“Also, I promise you that nothing is going to happen to me. If I hurt my pretty face, then how can I be around you?” Dominik joked, the corners of his lips curling into a teasing grin. He tilted his head slightly, letting his playful energy shine through in an attempt to pull her out of the dark place her thoughts had taken her. There was a lightness in his voice that felt like a warm breeze, something that wrapped around Liv and momentarily lifted the weight pressing down on her chest. Despite herself, a small giggle bubbled up from her lips, a sound that was fragile but genuine, like the first cracks of sunlight breaking through after a storm.

She rolled her eyes, giving him a playful swat on the shoulder with her free hand, the gesture carrying a touch of their usual banter. It felt comforting—normal—and she clung to that feeling. “You know, no matter if you hurt your face, you’ll still be perfect to me,” she confessed, her voice softening into something tender, a quiet honesty slipping through her words. Her head shook slightly as she spoke, the hint of a smile playing on her lips despite the tension that still lingered in the back of her mind. For a moment, she let herself believe in his words, in his ability to make everything feel lighter.

Dominik’s chuckle was warm and low, a sound that rumbled deep in his chest, vibrating against her cheek where it rested against him. It was a sound she had always loved, like a secret shared just between the two of them. He brought their intertwined hands up slowly, his movements gentle as if handling something delicate. His lips brushed against her ring finger, pressing a kiss right where the silver promise ring rested, cool against his lips but warmed by the love behind it. The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes—it was a promise and a comfort all at once.

“Te lo prometo, mi amor,” he whispered, the words flowing easily in Spanish, their rhythm smooth and gentle, like a lullaby meant just for her ears. His voice softened even further, barely more than a breath, but the promise in it was deep and unwavering. It was a vow, spoken directly to her heart, and for a moment, it was like the world beyond the two of them had melted away, leaving just their connection and the reassurance of his presence.

Liv felt the tightness in her chest ease just a little more, her heart fluttering with a strange mix of relief and affection that made her feel lighter, like she might float away in the warmth of the moment. His words wrapped around her, soothing the ache in her chest and turning her fears into something softer, something she could hold without crumbling under its weight.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening but filled with a quiet, gentle trust. A small, genuine smile broke through the tension on her face, like a fragile flower pushing through the cracks in the pavement. “Te creo,” she replied, her voice so soft it barely reached above a whisper, but the words carried all the faith she had in him. It wasn’t just about believing in the promise he made, but about believing in him—in the love he showed her every day, in the strength he had that gave her the courage to face this fear. The warmth of his embrace and the tenderness in his voice made the world feel a little less overwhelming, and for the first time that night, she felt like maybe, just maybe, everything might be okay.

“How about after, I take you out on a cute little date to your favorite shop? Then tomorrow, we can go sneaker shopping. We can even get as many matching sneakers as you want,” Dominik suggested, his voice slipping into a playful tone, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew how much she loved sneakers, knew how her eyes would light up whenever she saw a new pair, and especially how much she cherished the idea of them matching—two halves of a whole, right down to their shoes.

Just as he expected, her reaction was instant. Her eyes lit up, sparkling with a brightness that contrasted against the dim backstage lights. The shadow of anxiety faded for a moment, replaced by pure excitement, the way it always did when he found a way to reach her heart. “Really?” she asked, her voice filled with childlike enthusiasm, the excitement bubbling up as she leaned in closer to him. For a second, she forgot about everything—about the match, the looming shark cage, and the fears that had gripped her moments before.

He nodded confidently, his lips quirking into a gentle smile as he muttered, “Mhm.” The way her expression softened, the way she seemed to breathe a little easier, made his own heart swell with warmth. He loved that he could do this for her, that he could be the one to bring a spark back into her eyes when everything else felt overwhelming.

Just then, a staff member appeared nearby, offering them an apologetic smile before saying, “You two lovebirds will be on in two minutes.” The words cut through the tension lingering between them, and both Dominik and Liv couldn’t help but let out soft giggles, their laughter blending together like a melody. It was a reminder that there was still lightness even amidst the pressure, and for a moment, they allowed themselves to bask in that simplicity.

But Dominik could see it—beneath her smile, the trace of unease that still lingered in her eyes, like a shadow that wouldn’t fully disappear. He wrapped his arms around her more tightly, pulling her into the comfort of his embrace. His movements were slow and deliberate, and he brought his forehead down to rest against hers. It was a gesture that carried a deep, unspoken meaning for him—a memory of something his father used to do when he needed reassurance or just a moment of closeness. It was an intimate habit he had reserved for those he loved most deeply, and now, Liv was the only one he shared it with.

The closeness of their foreheads pressed together made them feel like they were in their own little world, even as the noise of the arena buzzed just beyond the curtains. The difference in their height was clear and endearing—he had to lean down slightly to meet her where she stood, and the way she looked up at him with those wide, glimmering eyes made his heart swell. Her breath mingled with his, a soft rhythm that steadied the moment.

“Remember,” Dominik murmured, his lips curving into a gentle grin, a spark dancing in his eyes as he spoke. “Three little words.” His voice was low, a reminder, a promise, and the sincerity in it reached through the last of her lingering fears. Those three simple words held a meaning that was theirs alone—a secret code that could always bring a smile to her lips, no matter what.

And just like that, a smile cracked through Liv’s lips, small at first but growing as her heart fluttered in her chest. Her eyes sparkled like they held bits of glitter, reflecting the love she felt for him—a love so pure it made everything else seem smaller, less important. It was in this moment, as she held his gaze and felt the strength of his arms around her, that she remembered why she felt safe, why she felt loved. Dominik had shown her that she could be loved deeply, that she deserved this kind of care, and that love was not just a distant idea but something tangible, something she could hold onto.

“Everything’s going to be okay,” she thought, letting the realization settle in. She knew that whatever happened tonight, they would face it together. They would protect each other—she would do anything to keep Dominik safe, and he would do anything to shield her from the things that scared her. For a moment, all her fears faded into the background, replaced by a simple certainty. Everything, truly, was going to be okay.

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