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Now, You're Mine

Rhea Ripley x Fem!Reader

WARNING: SMUT 18+, ANGST, Possessive!Rhea, Breeding Kink, Hickeys (R Receiving), Choking (R Receiving), Cum-Filled Strap On (R Receiving), Bulge Kink, Mommy Kink

PREFACE: Rhea and Reader were hooking up on and off, but Rhea wanted her all to herself

A/N: Rhea's P.O.V. in Bold and Colored!

Flashback in Italics!

Texts in Bold and Colored!

Some surprise appearances by other WWE Stars!

THIS HAD ME GRIPPING THE SHEETS FOR REAL

Kinda toxic, but eh

RHEA'S P.O.V.

She was all I've ever wanted. From how beautiful she was, to her kind-hearted nature and quick wits, she was nothing short of perfection. I remember the day we met vividly.

I had just gotten done with my match and was grabbing a bite to eat with my friends.

"I'll take-"

"The chicken tenders", I say in unison with Fin and Priest.

The three of us laugh, as Dom shook his head.

"Typical", Priest mocked,

"Hey, I know what I like, alright?", Dom argued.

Snapping the menu closed and handing it back to the waiter.

"I'll be back", I say,

Dismissing myself and heading to the bathroom, but as I did, somebody walks out.

Time came to a sudden halt, as I took in just how beautiful she was. It was as if everyone else disappeared and we were the only people there.

She gives me a shy smile, before walking past me and heading back to her table. My eyes never leaving her, as she took her seat.

YOUR P.O.V.

I immediately walk back to my friends, trying hard to hide my flushed cheeks.

"You good?", Nikki questioned,

"Yeah", I hesitantly answered,

As my gaze fell upon her once more. I couldn't help it, even if I tried. Besides how breathtaking she was, there was just something about her that intrigued me. Maybe it was the jet black hair or the tattoos that masked her hands, either way, I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"What's got you all shy?", Brie questioned,

Taking me out of my head.

"What?"

She turns to try and see what I was looking at and immediately caught on.

"Oh, she's so your type"

"Dear God, please shut up", I pleaded,

"Who?"

It was now Naomi's turn to look and she also began teasing me.

"Oooh", she taunted,

Nudging me.

"Guys, come on. Let's not embarrass her", Nat ceased.

During the time of my friends poking fun at me, she looks over and sends another smile my way. If my heart wasn't racing out of my chest already, it surely was now.

Once we were done with our food and paid the bill, her table was also finishing up their dinner.

"Now's your chance, don't be shy", Nikki egged on,

"Nikki!", I warned in a whisper,

"Oh come on, what's the worst that can happen?"

"Um, she could hear me?"

"You're really gonna let her go?", she emphasized,

Pointing, when I smack her hand away.

"Keep your hand down!"

"Sorry", she whispered,

"I think you should go for it", Nat chimed in,

"Oh, not you too"

"(Y/N), you've got nothing to lose. She says no and then what?"

"And then I die of embarrassment"

Causing her eyes to roll.

"Look, nothing's gonna happen, if I don't talk to her"

"Exactly. Nothing's gonna happen if you don't talk to her, which I personally think is worse", she retorted.

I take a deep breath, slouching back against the booth chair, when I notice her table begin to gather their things.

"It's now or never, champ", Brie added on.

Was I terrified? Absolutely...but after battling with the anxious chill in the pit of my stomach, I ultimately got up and carefully made my way towards her.

Every step feeling like boulders strung at my feet.

Once I was less than a foot away, I clear my throat in an attempt to catch her attention. She turns around and somehow, she was even more breathtaking up close.

Her eyes reflecting baby blue skies in them, as her lips curled up into a grin.

"Hi", I greeted,

"Hello", she smiles down at me,

"I hope I'm not being too forward, but, I think you're...really beautiful", I struggled,

I knew my face had turned a bright red by the way she eyes my cheeks.

"Do you, now?", she challenged,

"Yeah", I chuckled nervously,

"Well", she began,

Taking my hand inro hers.

"I said the same thing to my mates earlier. You're quite the sight"

My heart was on the verge of giving out.

"What are you doing after this?"

"Um", I say,

Glancing back at my friends, who immediately turned away.

"It seems we have an audience"

"Don't mind them, they're just nosy", I reassured,

Making her laugh to herself.

"I'm not doing anything"

"Perfect", she said,

Gently leading me outside.

We head back to the hotel she was staying at and after letting my friends know where we went, she started up a movie for us.

Let's just say the movie had simply become background noise.

Since then, we'd been hooking up on and off, but in all honesty, I wanted more. Don't get me wrong, what we had was beyond my wildest imaginations, but I often caught myself daydreaming about being more than just 'friends'.

It didn't help, the fact that she fueled these delusions. Intentionally or not.

In those moments, post-sex, there would be a glimmer of softness that made me melt from the inside out. A contrasting difference from how she would usually treat me in bed.

Little gestures she'd do, like playing with my hair till I fell asleep or tracing mindless shapes onto my back. It all just added to the already burdensome weight in my chest.

The longer this went on, the harder it became to keep my feelings at bay. The harder it got to avoid the questions that plagued my mind.

Would she want that too? What if she didn't? Would she get upset and cut me off entirely? I could have all the time in the world and none of it would be enough to find a single answer.

I was planning to just keep my mouth shut and take this secret to my grave...until I heard about Liv. She was Rhea's tag team partner and at first, I didn't think anything of it, till I saw their backstage interview, where she kissed Rhea's cheek.

Alarms immediately went off in my head.

I knew she'd been sleeping up with other people, but to actually see her flirt with someone else was the wakeup call I needed.

I decided to keep my distance for a while and eventually, she caught on. For the last few weeks, I'd been responding less to her texts and have ignored her late night calls all together.

As much as I hated to admit it, I missed her, but I knew I had to hold my ground.

(SUNDAY)

Rhea: Hey

Seen at 5:06 pm

Rhea: I haven't seen you in a while, how's things been?

Seen at 5:25 pm

(MONDAY)

Me: Good, you?

Seen at 9:03 pm

Rhea: Pretty busy lately, aren't you?

Seen at 10:00 pm

But what I think finally made things click for Rhea was when I run into her at Dom's birthday party.

As it was being thrown at her house, I knew to come prepared, so I put on the dress I knew she liked and paired it with the perfect heels. Between my hair, makeup and outfit, I was undoubtedly sure to make some heads turn.

Not even a minute goes by, before Rhea spots me and makes a beeline toward where I stood.

"Ladies", she greets,

As they all nod, before heading inside. She eyes me up and down, before taking a few steps closer.

"(Y/N)", she grins.

I cross my arms over my chest, avoiding her daunting stare.

"Beautiful, as always"

"Thanks"

She goes in for a hug, when I simply brush past her, leaving Rhea undoubtedly confused. For the rest of the night, I stood by, watching my friends get wasted and have the time of their lives.

I, however, was too distracted by Rhea watching me from across the room. The slicked-back hair, the leather top that perfectly showcased her strong arms. I was intoxicated solely by staring at her.

Somewhere in the night, my friends had completely disappeared and I was left on the couch alone.

That was until Sonya took the vacant spot next to me.

"I don't like parties either", she spoke,

Finally ripping my gaze away from Rhea.

"Hey, Sonya"

"You know my name?", her eyebrows meet,

"Yeah, I saw your match with Nikki and John. They invited me to watch"

"Oh, cool, your Nikki's friend. I'm assuming you came with her and Brie?"

"Yup, but...", I say,

Quickly scanning the room.

"I have no idea where they went"

"Well, Brie's probably throwing up the drinks she chugged and Nikki's probably hooking up with Cena upstairs"

"Probably", I chuckled,

Sipping my cocktail.

"But, hey, at least you got me", she joked,

Playfully nudging me.

"At least", I agreed.

"I hope this isn't me coming on too strong, but would you like to dance?"

"Um..."

I go to look back at Rhea and it was almost as if she was trying to communicate with her eyes.

It was now my turn to have fun.

"I'd love to", I turn back to Sonya,

Grabbing her hand and leading her to the dancefloor.

RHEA'S P.O.V.

What the hell was Deville up to and why was (Y/N) reciprocating it? I knew she'd gone almost radio silent lately, but I didn't think it was this serious.

My blood boiled at the sight of Sonya twirling her around, as her eyes raked up and down (Y/N)'s body. Shamelessly staring at what was mine. I knew I had only myself to blame, but I couldn't help but seethe with anger. It should be me grabbing her hips that way. It should be me making her laugh like that.

Had I messed up by not owning up to how I really felt? Yes, but I wasn't going to lose her over that. She was everything I could ever want and I'd be a fool to just let her go.

Having had enough, I shove my drink into Priest's chest and made my way over to them.

"(Y/N). Deville", I address,

Interrupting their laughter.

"Hey, Ripley", Sonya replied,

As I respond with a sarcastic grin.

"I need to talk to you", I address (Y/N),

"I'm kind of in the middle of something-"

"(Y/N)", I cut off,

Causing her to be taken aback.

YOUR P.O.V.

I couldn't lie, the stern tone in her voice made my core ache and my knees go weak. I had no choice but to comply.

I follow her through the crowd and up the stairs, till we reach her bedroom at the end of the hall.

As we step inside, she closes the door behind her and leans against it.

"What do you want?", I questioned,

"Don't play dumb with me"

"I'm not", I egged on.

She scoffs, leaning off the door and taking a step towards me.

"Are we really going to do this?"

"I don't know...are we?"

I knew me challenging her was a risk, but it was one I was willing to take. I needed to know once and for all if this was something worth fighting for.

With a mischievous grin, she leans down to whisper in my ear.

"Do you really think Sonya, of all people, can treat you better than I can? Hm? Make you feel as good as I do?"

Her hands creep up to the small of my waist and pulled me in closer. I could feel my knees threatening to give out and was fighting so hard to stop it.

"Or was this all just to get my attention?"

She kisses up my neck and chewed on the lobe of my ear.

"You want me? You've got me"

Like I'd weighed nothing, she picks me up by thighs, causing a surprised gasp to escape me.

"All you had to do was say so"

She then carries me to bed and crawled atop me, kissing and licking up my legs.

"This dress. Fuck", she murmured against my thighs,

Before spreading them apart to discover my glistening core.

"I've barely started and you're already making a mess", she teased,

"Rhea", I whined,

"Yes, darling?"

"Please"

"Please what? You know I like to hear you say it"

I take in a deep breath, before finally locking eyes with her.

"Fuck me"

She smirks once more, before pulling away and walking over to her closet. I carefully observe her every move and once she was done digging through her clothes, she turns around, causing my stomach drops.

She's used straps on me before, but this one was...different.

"I've been saving this for something special, but of course you had to be a brat tonight", she says,

Stopping right before the bed.

"Take my clothes off", she ordered.

I crawl over to her, helping her out of her blazer, before unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her pants down.

Unbeknownst to me, she was already completely naked beneath her clothes. The sight of her exquisite body never failing to drive me crazy.

"My turn"

She pulls my dress off over my head, leaving me in just my stockings.

"No underwear? God, you are a slut"

And without wasting another breath, she pulls me in by my waist, whilst wrapping her lips around my hardened buds.

Desperate moans and whines escaping me as she did so.

"You're so much nicer when Mami's got a hold of you, hm?"

She then pushes me onto my back, before spreading my legs and ripping my fishnets down the middle. She must've sensed my concern, by the way her eyes flickered up to me.

"I'll get you new ones", she reassured,

Before pulling back and securing the toy around her hips.

I was practically drooling from how good she looked. From her inked hand rubbing up and down the dildo, to her insatiable eyes eating me alive, I could've cum right then and there.

"I need you, Mami, please", I pleaded,

Tugging her lips up into a smirk.

"I know you do. Why else would you try so hard to get my attention?", she teased,

Licking the shell of my ear and sending a chill up my spine.

In a flash, she throws my legs around her waist, dragging me in closer, whilst rubbing the tip of the strap against my entrance.

"Let's see if you can keep up"

She thrusts into me in one swift motion, filling me up to the brim and causing a cry to escape past my lips.

Her pace was immediate and rough, like the hand she snaked up my body, before settling around my throat. It felt like I was being split apart in the best way possible. The mixture of the pleasure and pain already causing tears to blur my vision.

"You're fucking mine", she grunted against my shoulder,

"Yes, Mami!", I cried out,

Grabbing her wrist.

With each merciless thrust, my orgasm was nearing faster and faster and I knew it was only a matter of time, till I came undone in her grasp.

"Fuck!", I whined under my moans,

"You're doing so good for me", she licked up my throat,

Reaching down to rub vigorous circles on my clit and yanking a final scream out of me.

"Do it. Cum for Mami", she demanded.

The stars in my eyes were all I saw, before being pushed over the edge.

Just when I thought it couldn't get any better, I feel her hand pull back to squeeze the base of the toy, causing it to spurt out ropes of warm sticky liquid all over my clenching walls.

I let out a surprised gasp, as Rhea chuckled against my neck. She looks back up and smashed her now-smudged lips against my own.

"Now, everyone here knows who you belong to", she teased.

My stomach dropped at the realization.

[isak-dot-gov]

Bubblegum Pink

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Girly girl!Reader

Word count: 1137

My Matherlist :)

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You and Rhea had always been an odd pairing, but one that worked. Her brooding, gothic style was the complete opposite of your sunny, feminine aesthetic, but it never caused any problems between the two of you. In fact, you both liked the contrast. She loved how unapologetically girly you were, while you found her dark and edgy vibe pretty hot. 

But now, with the release of the new Barbie movie, your worlds were about to collide in a way you hadn’t anticipated.

It all started when you saw the trailer. You’d grown up with Barbie, and seeing your childhood icon brought to life on the big screen filled you with pure joy. Naturally, you couldn’t wait to see it. Even more so, you couldn’t wait to share the experience with Rhea.

One night over dinner, as you twirled your fork through your salad, you casually brought it up. “So, the Barbie movie comes out this weekend. Want to come with me?”

Rhea, who had been chewing on a piece of steak, glanced up at you with raised eyebrows. “Barbie?” she repeated, her tone filled with playful disbelief.

You nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Yeah! It’s going to be so much fun. I was thinking we could, like, dress up a little for it? You know, something pink and Barbie-like. What do you think?”

Rhea leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms with a smirk. “Pink and Barbie-like, huh?” Her dark lipstick accentuated her teasing smile. “Babe, I don’t really do… pink. Or Barbie.”

You felt a pang of disappointment in your chest, but you didn’t let it show. You knew Rhea was right—dressing up in something so opposite of her usual style was a big ask. “I know, I know,” you laughed, trying to brush it off. “It’s okay, I was just being silly. You don’t have to. We can just go as ourselves.”

But deep down, you’d been hoping she might at least entertain the idea. Not because you wanted her to change, but because it would’ve been fun to share this experience together, dressing up and embracing the moment.

The rest of the week passed without much mention of the movie. You noticed Rhea hadn’t brought it up again, and you didn’t want to press her about it either. You told yourself it didn’t matter—after all, what was important was that she was coming with you, not what she wore. Still, a tiny part of you couldn’t shake the wish that she might try, just a little, to embrace your world the way you always embraced hers.

The day of the movie finally arrived, and you woke up early, excited to get ready. You’d been planning your outfit for days—a dreamy, pink flowy dress with cute accessories, glittery heels, and even a sparkly headband to tie it all together. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you smiled at your reflection, feeling like you’d just stepped out of a Barbie dreamhouse.

But when you turned around to check your phone, your stomach twisted a little. Rhea hadn’t said anything yet, and you weren’t sure if she was going to dress up at all. Maybe you had been silly to even hope she would.

You tried not to let it get to you as you waited for her in the living room, adjusting your purse strap and fidgeting with your phone. When you finally heard her footsteps, you stood up, ready to go, but bracing yourself for her usual all-black attire.

As expected, Rhea came in wearing her typical style—black jeans, a black band tee, and combat boots. Her dark eyeliner and signature smirk were firmly in place. But something caught your eye, and you blinked, not sure if you were seeing things.

Pink socks.

They were subtle, barely peeking out from the tops of her boots, but they were there. Bright, unmistakable, bubblegum pink socks. You stared for a second, processing the sight, and then your heart swelled.

Rhea shifted on her feet, her smirk faltering just a little as she noticed your reaction. “Don’t say anything,” she grumbled, glancing away with a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “It’s just socks.”

You were speechless for a moment, but then a wide, beaming smile spread across your face. “Rhea…” you whispered, your voice soft with affection. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She shrugged, still trying to play it off. “I know, but I figured, you know, it’s important to you. And they’re just socks. Not like I’m wearing a pink dress or anything.”

Your chest tightened with emotion. It wasn’t about the socks—it was about the gesture. Rhea had seen how much this movie and dressing up meant to you, and while she didn’t go all out, she’d made an effort. She’d stepped out of her comfort zone for you, even if in a small way, and that meant everything.

You rushed forward and threw your arms around her, squeezing her tight. “Thank you,” you murmured against her chest, your eyes stinging with happy tears. “This means more than you know.”

Rhea wrapped her arms around you, chuckling softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re lucky I love you,” she teased, though her voice was warm and tender.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her with a playful grin. “I know I am.” You glanced down at her boots again, eyeing the pink socks with a twinkle in your eye. “And for the record, pink looks good on you.”

Rhea rolled her eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in her expression. “Don’t get used to it, alright?”

“Too late,” you teased back, leaning up to press a kiss to her cheek.

With her arm around your waist, the two of you headed out the door. As you walked hand in hand to the car, you couldn’t help but feel like this day was going to be even more special than you’d imagined. Rhea might not be covered head-to-toe in pink, but she’d met you halfway. She’d made the effort, and that was more than enough to make your heart burst with love.

As you drove to the theatre, Rhea glanced over at you, taking in how happy and radiant you looked. “Alright, so what’s this movie actually about? Are we gonna sit through two hours of Barbie just being… Barbie?”

You giggled. “Oh, you’ll see. There’s a lot more to Barbie than you think.”

Rhea smirked, giving your hand a squeeze as she rested her arm over the console. “As long as I get to see you happy, I’ll sit through whatever you want, babe.”

And just like that, with her pink socks slightly hidden under her boots, you knew you had the best girlfriend in the world by your side.

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[itsgivingmami]

Its Got Taste

Rhea Ripley x plussize!Fem!Reader

WARNINGS PLEASE DO NOT SKIP:

Body dysmorphia, negative self talk, smut.

If you struggle or have a complicated history with these topics I would encourage you to skip over this one. Your safety is always more important that supporting my (or anyone else’s) fics!

This was originally an ask but I saved the draft and deleted it so now it’s gone… tumblr UI pisses me off.

“I was wondering if you could right a sapphic fic for me where the reader is plus sized and even though she usually masks confidence, Rhea see’s the reader picking herself apart while trying to find herself a birthday outfit. But Rhea reminds her that she is beautiful just the way she is. I want tons of fluff, an smut” -Anon

I’m sorry I lost the ask anon!!

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The room looks like a battlefield.

Clothes are strewn like casualties—draped across chairs, pooled on the bed, torn from hangers in a slow descent from hope to hopeless. Denim that pinched. A skirt that spun too short. The black jumpsuit that felt brave until you zipped it all the way and saw your own arms reflected back.

And now, the red dress.

It’s the one you swore you wouldn’t try. Too bold. Too tight. A shade that doesn’t whisper—it screams.

But it was the last one left.

And now you’re wearing it like a dare.

You stand in front of the mirror, backlit by a golden hour that doesn’t feel golden anymore. Everything is too quiet. Too still. Just the soft hum of the fan and the sound of your breathing—unsteady, shallow.

The mirror is unkind tonight. Well, your reflection is.

It reflects everything you’ve been trying not to see. The way the fabric stretches across your midriff, the creases in your thighs. The way the dress clings, merciless and honest. Your body looks loud in this color. Unapologetic. And you don’t know how to be that tonight.

You shift. Turn to the side. Tug the fabric down. Suck in your stomach. Something you’d be upset to see anyone else do to themselves.

But the image doesn’t change.

No matter how many time you repeat the mantra—

“Would you say this to anyone else”?

Remind yourself to imagine you're talking to your younger self.

That body types don’t go in and out of style.

It’s not the dress. It’s not the lighting. It’s not the room.

You know how to wear confidence like armor. You’ve worn it before—cut from laughter and quick wit and the kind of curated ease that makes other people think you’re untouched by this kind of ache.

But tonight, the armor doesn’t fit.

Tonight, you’re just a girl in a dress she doesn’t feel worthy of.

And the worst part is—you want to. So badly. You can see the image of yourself in the dress when you cashed out at the counter and how it doesn’t match the way you look now.

You want to love the softness. You want to see what she sees. You want to feel the power people talk about when they say curves like yours were made for worship.

But all you can see is what doesn’t fit. What bulges. What folds. The fan hums louder. The sunlight fades. The room contracts like a held breath and suddenly the space you’re standing in feels like too much.

And you try not to cry.

Because it’s your birthday.

Because it’s supposed to be a celebration.

Because Rhea is going to walk in soon and you can’t—God, you can’t let her see you like this.

Except maybe you want her to.

Maybe, deep down, you want her to see all the pieces you keep hidden and still love you the same.

But you don’t know how to ask for that.

Not yet.

Not like this.

The door opens softly. No knock. No warning. Just the whisper of hinges and the quiet scuff of boots against carpet.

“Hey baby Zel said she’d bring the—“

You don’t turn.

You can’t.

You’re afraid of what she’ll see.

But Rhea sees everything.

She stands in the doorway for a long breath—taking in the scene without a word. The wreckage of the room. The way you’re bracing the vanity like it might hold you together. The red dress clinging like flame to the softest parts of you.

Your reflection flickers. You look startled, caught.

She moves slowly. Steps with the patience of someone approaching a wounded animal—gentle, but certain. The way she always is with you when something inside is breaking.

You drop your eyes. “It’s fine. I’m fine. Just… birthday nerves.”

It’s not a lie, not exactly. But the words crack too easily. And Rhea has never been one to let cracks go untouched.

“Baby,” she says—soft, low, like she’s trying not to spook you. “What’s really going on?”

You swallow. Shake your head. “I thought I could wear this. I wanted to. But I look like a wrapped-up tomato, and it’s just—fuck.” You laugh, but it’s hollow. “I feel like I’m playing dress-up in someone else’s skin.”

You finally glance up—and she’s closer now.

Close enough to see that her eyes aren’t amused or dismissive. They’re full. Heavy with something unnameable. Tender. Still.

“You don’t,” she says gently, stepping behind you. “You don’t look like anyone else.”

Her hands hover at your waist. She doesn’t touch. Not yet.

“You look like you,” she murmurs. “And I love the way this dress holds you like it knows how lucky it is.”

You snort. “It’s suffocating me.”

“Then it’s got taste.”

You want to argue. You want to push her away with your usual sharp deflections and laugh-it-offs. But she moves before you can.

Her hands settle—finally, firmly—at your waist. And when you flinch, just slightly, she stills. Leans forward. Her lips brush the back of your neck.

“I see you picking yourself apart,” she whispers. “Piece by piece. I see the war you’re waging in that mirror.”

Her thumbs begin to move in slow circles against your hips.

“But all I see is the woman I adore, wrapped in red, standing like art in a ruined room.”

You press your eyes shut.

“I can’t help it,” you breathe. “I want to feel beautiful. I like my curls and my makeup but this dress— I just don’t.”

She turns you gently, guiding your body to face her. And when your eyes finally meet, she looks like she’s holding back the sun.

“You already are.”

Her hands find your face, thumbs brushing along your cheeks. “Not when you smile. Not when you’re dressed up. Not when it’s perfect. Always.”

And then, even softer:

“Especially like this.”

She leans in and kisses you—delicate at first, like a hush. Then deeper, longer. Her lips speak the things you still struggle to believe.

You melt into it. Let her hold you, let her kiss the tension from your jaw, let her fingers splay across the fabric that once felt like a threat.

And when she pulls back, breath hot against your skin, she says, “Let me show you.”

And you nod. Barely a sound. Barely a breath.

She kisses you again—this time deeper. Not rushed. Not frantic. Just that low, consuming kind of want that makes time feel like a ribbon stretched between two mouths.

Her tongue traces yours with intention. Her hands don’t roam—they anchor. One at your jaw. The other over your ribcage, fingers splayed like she’s mapping you from the inside out.

When she pulls back, your lipstick is a little smudged.

You’re still breathing hard. Still trembling slightly in the red dress that has never felt so dangerous—so alive—against your skin.

Rhea looks at you like she’s starving. But not just for sex.

For the sight of you. For the moment of this.

She guides you with gentle, firm hands—one step, then another—until you’re standing in front of the full-length mirror again. But she’s there this time, behind you, her presence a gravity you can’t deny.

Her hands slip down your hips, around your thighs. She lowers herself slowly, reverently, until she’s kneeling behind you like you’re something holy.

“Come here,” she says, voice thick.

You turn slightly, heart stuttering, and she catches you by the hips. Presses a kiss into the small of your back, then slides down until her palms are on your thighs.

She looks up at you.

“Straddle me.”

It’s not a command. It’s an invocation.

You step forward, slowly. Her thigh rises to meet you—strong, thick, already flexing beneath your weight. The red dress rides up, bunching over your hips, baring the soft parts of you to the air between you.

You’re already wet. You feel it the moment you settle onto her, heat meeting heat.

And when you look up—

The mirror shows everything.

You. Her. The split of your legs. The dark hunger in her eyes. The way her hands grip your waist like she’s grounding you there.

“I want you to watch,” she says, lips grazing your collarbone as she rises enough to pull you against her. “I want you to see what I see.”

“I don’t want to see—“ Her thigh shifts—slow, deliberate, pressure dragging over your clit through the damp fabric of your panties. You jolt. Gasp. Your hips buck instinctively.

And her voice drops.

“Look.”

You do.

And it steals your breath.

The mirror reflects it all: your flushed face, parted lips, your body rocking in slow circles over the firm muscle of her leg. The red dress pushed high. Her arms around your hips like a belt. Her mouth ghosting over your shoulder like a vow.

“Fuck,” you whisper. “Rhea…”

“Yeah, baby,” she hums. “That’s it. Take what you need.”

Her thigh flexes harder. Her hands guide you, faster now, more rhythm than reason.

You watch yourself come apart—and for once, you don’t look away. You see yourself the way she does: radiant, wild, powerful in your softness. She speaks against your skin between kisses.

“Look at how beautiful you are when you let go.”

“You’re dripping for me, baby. Look how good you ride.”

“Every inch of you… mine.”

Your fingers grip her shoulders, eyes locked on your reflection, your moans rising and falling in time with your hips. You can feel the wave coming—rising from somewhere buried, ancient, and ready to bloom.

“Come for me,” she says, breath hot in your ear. “Come watching. Come knowing you’re everything.”

You do.

You shatter against her, gasping, trembling, your body a soft earthquake. Your release soaks her thigh. She holds you through it—gripping you tighter, mouth at your neck, whispering praise into your pulse.

When your breathing evens, she doesn’t move.

She just kisses your shoulder. Then the back of your neck. Then your spine.

Still kneeling. Still steady.

“I want you to remember this,” she murmurs. “Every time you start to pick yourself apart.”

You nod against her, dazed and glowing and real.

And in the mirror, for the first time in a long while—you believe the woman staring back.

Later, the room is full of warm light and familiar faces.

Golden-hued string lights glow overhead like stars caught in wire. Music hums from the corner. Glasses clink. Someone is already trying to light the cake candles too early.

The celebration buzzes around you—laughter, low conversations, the smell of sweet spice and too many perfumes layered together.

You stand near the bar, one hand wrapped loosely around a cold glass, the other at your side—almost still. Until the press of the fabric comes back into your sensory system and you feel trapped again..

Your fingers twitch.

Find the hem of your dress.

And tug.

Just a little. Just enough to ease the fabric lower over your thighs, smooth a wrinkle, flatten something invisible only you can feel.

You don’t even realize you’re doing it. Not really.

But she does.

Rhea sees you across the room.

She’s leaned back on a bench beside Damian, boots spread, one arm thrown over the back like she owns the place—which, in a way, she does. People are drawn to her orbit without even realizing it.

But right now, her eyes are only on you.

She watches your hand twitch. Watches the way your shoulders curve in, like you’re folding into yourself just a little.

And then—

She shifts.

Just to rest her fingertips on the side of her thigh, palm open, tapping twice against the soft inside.

Pat, pat.

A signal. A reminder.

You feel the heat of it across the room.

You glance over.

She catches your eyes and tilts her head, just a little. Her gaze says, I saw that. Her mouth lifts—you’re okay. Her fingers pat her thigh again. Remember me. Remember this.

And you do.

You remember her voice in your ear. Her thigh between your legs. Her hands on your skin, guiding you into your own power. You remember her calling you divine. Her kneeling behind you like prayer. Her eyes.

The tug at your dress falls away.

You breathe.

You smile—small, private, just for her.

And Rhea leans back again, satisfied, like a lioness whose territory has just been reaffirmed.

Across the room, you sip your drink. Straighten your back. Let the red dress stay. Let it cling. Let it hug. Let it shine.

Because she reminded you.

And now, the room sees it too.

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Picture Imperfect

Rhea Ripley x Ex-girlfriend reader (18+)

Warnings: Smut/mentions of heartbreak/shitty fiance

Summary: Your ex-girlfriend shows up at your engagement party. Will old habits die hard or the wish of a stable life prevail.

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Everything was perfect.

Or, at least, it was supposed to be.

The garden sparkled in the evening light, every flowerbed meticulously arranged, the white roses glowing like polished porcelain amidst the reds and pinks. The fountains sprayed high in delicate arcs, catching the light as they crisscrossed above the paths. Staff moved with quiet precision, setting out silverware, fluffing napkins, and positioning signs with swirling letters that promised, “To Happily Ever After.”

You took a steadying breath, hands smoothing over the silk fabric of your dress. This is what you wanted, you reminded yourself. You were doing the right thing, the practical thing, the smart thing. He was the safe choice, the perfect match on paper—the dependable, successful kind of man you could build a future with. The man who made sense.

You glanced up at the balcony, catching sight of your fiancé as he gave you a practiced smile and a wink, a sign that everything was falling into place. That this picture of perfection, this life you’d worked so hard to create, was as flawless as it appeared. A life where you could feel… secure. Settled.

This is what I wanted, you told yourself again, a touch more firmly.

Then, arms slipped around your waist, spinning you around, his face beaming with pride. “Don’t you look stunning, my love?”

You forced a light laugh. “Oh, stop, I’m not even—”

“But look at this,” he interrupted, stepping back to admire his suit, catching his reflection in the nearby glass with a grin. You pasted on a bright smile. “Oh, wow, honey, you look… great!”

You moved to slip your arms around him, wanting to feel that warmth, that connection, something real to reassure you. “You know, we do have an hour to ourselves before guests arrive…” You lowered your voice, pressing a little closer. But he darted back quickly, smoothing his jacket with a practiced, panicked motion. “Careful, babe—you’ll wrinkle the suit!”

You let out a laugh that felt strained, the moment already slipping away. Stay calm. This is the right choice.

“Oh, I just thought—” you started, but he cut you off again.

“Hey, use the time to cover that little pimple, hmm?” he chuckled, tapping his cheek. “Can’t have you looking bad in the family photos.”

The words stung, but you swallowed the hurt. This is good, you reminded yourself, holding back any sign of frustration. This is right. He’s dependable. Reliable. The kind of man who would stay.Or be too afraid to leave. 

You took another deep breath, stepping into the dress you’d chosen for the evening—a soft yellow to complement his gray suit. You turned, catching your reflection, and forced another smile.

This is everything you wanted.

Or at least, everything you’d convinced yourself you needed.

But an hour into the party, and your fiancé was long gone, laughing with old friends and family members. You drifted from conversation to conversation, half-listening to his uncle drone on about property values in Morocco, until you finally spotted your friends, Indi and Candace, laughing at a table tucked in the corner.

“There’s the woman of the hour!” Candace cheered as you reached them.

“In a very… uninspired dress,” Indi teased, sticking her tongue out.

You gave her a playful glare, reaching over to swipe her glass of champagne, taking a hearty sip as she flicked you off with a grin.

“It’s the perfect complement to my fiancé’s designer suit, thank you very much,” you replied dryly.

“Right. And your fiancé is… where?” Candace said, glancing around the crowd, while Indi jokingly ducked to look under the table.

You sighed, the forced smile faltering. “Last I saw him, he left me with Aunt Jen to discuss our ideal number of children…”

“And we’re supposed to be happy for you because…?” Candace arched a brow.

“Because… he’s stable? Because he’s… safe?” you offered, trying to sound sure of it.

Indi leaned forward, taking your hand in hers. “It’s just not like you. You used to be the life of the party—the one dragging us to dive bars at midnight, buying rounds of those awful Jell-O shots. You’d be making out with Rhea in the corner before the night was even halfway over.”

A small, wistful smile tugged at your lips. The memories came rushing back—the late nights, the messy laughs, Rhea’s intense gaze that always felt like it saw straight through to your soul. Even the little things, like dancing barefoot in her tiny apartment, felt like magic.

“We can’t live in the past forever, can we?” you said, clearing your throat, pushing the memories back where they belonged. The ache lingered anyway.

Indi hesitated. “But with Rhea—”

“No Rhea mentions tonight, please.” You shook your head, the words coming out more forcefully than you intended. “We broke up for a reason. She was flying all over, living out her dream. And I was… I was just there.”

“But you were happy,” Indi said quietly, her gaze unwavering.

You tried to muster up a convincing smile. “With Matt, it’s different. All he wants is a clean house and someone by his side. I know he’s not just going to disappear. With Rhea… I never knew if she’d stay.”

Candace sighed, giving your hand a gentle squeeze. “But when’s the last time you felt real joy? When’s the last time you let loose, or did something that actually excited you?”

You shrugged, forcing a breezy tone. “Can’t you just be happy for me? For one night?”

The worried look Indi and Candace exchanged only deepened the hollow feeling in your chest. But with a tight smile, you excused yourself, making your way back into the crowd, the pressure of perfection building as you found your fiancé’s cousins. They started telling stories about his college days, and you tried to listen, but the voices of your friends kept echoing in your head.

They were right. The old you would’ve laughed at this garden party, with its perfect decor, its soft violin music, its endless parade of well-heeled guests. The old you would be in some dimly lit bar with Rhea, dancing to blaring rock music, the two of you yelling the lyrics into each other’s faces, laughing until your sides hurt. You could almost feel her hands on your waist, pulling you close, her voice murmuring in your ear, “Just you and me, yeah?”

Those were the days when you barely made rent, working long shifts in a retail job you despised. But somehow, even with all the chaos and uncertainty, you were happy, because she was there. You’d found a home in her arms, even if it was temporary.

You let out a shaky breath, memories tugging at your heart, the last conversation with her replaying in your mind. “I can’t keep asking you to wait for me,” Rhea had said that night, her voice low, eyes sad. “I don’t want to be the reason you feel stuck.”

It had felt like she’d ripped something out of you, but you’d told yourself it was the right thing. You wanted stability, something secure. And here you were, right where you’d imagined you wanted to be.

Hours later, as the garden party went on, you finally found your fiancé, engrossed in a conversation about work and upcoming IPOs. You excused yourself, feeling the need for something stronger than champagne. You headed for the bar, ordering a whiskey sour.

Eyes closed, you took a steadying breath, willing yourself to feel the satisfaction you’d hoped this night would bring.

“Tough day, huh?”

Your eyes flew open, and you turned toward the voice.

There, standing beside Indi, was a familiar figure, broad shoulders, muscular arms, dark hair slightly tousled, and that small, crooked smirk you knew so well.

“Surprise,” Indi said softly, giving you a half-smile, as Rhea’s gaze met yours, unflinching.

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in disbelief. This had to be some strange dream. You’d seen Rhea on TV since the breakup, but nothing could have prepared you to see her right here, looking back at you with that familiar warmth in her eyes, like no time had passed at all.

Finally, you managed to choke out, “Indi, can I speak with you…in private?”

Indi gave Rhea a quick, apologetic look before following you a few steps away. The moment you were out of earshot, you hissed, “What the hell, dude!” giving Indi a quick slap on the arm, louder than you intended.

“Don’t hate me!” Indi cringed, raising her hands defensively. “We were out at a bar last week, and I just casually mentioned you were engaged. She practically begged me for the details! And… I may have let it slip about the party,” she mumbled, glancing sheepishly away.

You opened your mouth, ready to let her have it, but stopped short as something sank in. She begged you for details?

Indi’s smile softened, her expression turning a bit sad. “She looked like she was going to burst into tears, if I’m being honest.”

You glanced over your shoulder. There she was, talking with Candace, that easy smile lighting up her face as if she were exactly where she belonged. She was somehow even more striking than you remembered, her frame solid and powerful, the black dress clinging in all the right places. You couldn’t help but remember countless nights when that same dress ended up on your bedroom floor.

Clearing your throat, you whipped back to face Indi, feeling a familiar ache you’d tried so hard to ignore. “And how, exactly, am I supposed to explain to my fiancé that my ex-girlfriend is here?”

Indi smirked, tilting her head toward the far side of the garden, where your fiancé stood, laughing with his friends. “Oh, please. Do you really think he’d even notice if you disappeared for a little while? He looks pretty wrapped up in… himself.”

You chewed your lip, fighting the pull of emotions rising in your chest. From across the garden, Candace caught your eye and gave a subtle, encouraging nod toward Rhea, silently coaxing you to go.

“Fine. Twenty minutes,” you muttered, the words escaping before you could fully think them through. “I’ll talk to Rhea for twenty minutes in the study. If anyone asks where I am, you come and get me.”

Indi’s eyes twinkled with a knowing smile as you took a deep breath, steadying yourself before turning back to Rhea. Candace opened her mouth to say something, but you cut her off.

“Twenty minutes. You, me, library. Start walking,” you ordered, keeping your tone steady as you brushed past Rhea toward the house.

“Yes, ma’am.” Rhea’s reply was light but carried that touch of mischief, and as she shot a concerned look at Indi and Candace, she fell in step behind you.

You moved quickly through the hallways, keeping your steps silent, glancing back now and then to be sure no one was following. When you finally reached the study, you shut the doors behind you, feeling a surge of emotions you’d kept buried for so long.

The words came out before you could stop them. “Do you think my life is some kind of game? Something you can just drop in on whenever you feel like it?”

Rhea’s eyes widened slightly, but she gave a small chuckle. “I’d never play games with your life, but it seems like maybe you are. You used to love making your Sims suffer for fun, but now you’re doing it to yourself.” She cocked her head toward the door. “Seriously, it’s bad enough you’re getting married, but to that guy? I’m not sure his ego could even fit through that doorway.”

You took a breath, caught between the biting truth in her words and the stability you’d worked so hard to build.

Yeah? And what would you even know about my life now?” you scoffed, arms crossing as you kept your gaze on her. “You left it, remember? And look at you now—you seem pretty happy with things. I even saw your face on a toy in Walmart the other day. Real superstar over here."

Rhea sighed, crossing her arms but keeping her eyes on you, a hint of guilt flickering there. “I’m not here to shit on you. It’s just… none of this feels like you,” she said, her voice softer.

“Yeah, well, maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” you shot back, but Rhea held up a hand, cutting you off gently.

“I know I’m the one who called things off,” she started, voice catching slightly. “And I know it’s been nearly two years, but… I can’t just stand by and watch someone I love ruin their future like this.” She took a small step closer, as if afraid you’d move away.

“‘Loved,’” you corrected her sharply, deflecting. But she stepped even closer, her hand reaching out to catch yours, her grip firm and familiar.

“Love,” she whispered, voice low, her eyes locked onto yours. The intensity in her gaze made your heart stutter, the sincerity of it so raw, just like the day she’d left you. She held your gaze, and you felt the walls you’d built start to crack.

For a moment, everything felt like it had back then—the nights you’d spent together, laughing, arguing, knowing each other so deeply it hurt. But you forced yourself to pull back, snapping back to the present as you broke free of her hold.

“No… no,” you muttered, stepping around her. “I’m not doing this with you again, Rhea. I can’t. You were my everything, and you walked away.” You felt your voice rising, your frustration and heartbreak bubbling over. “You were my world, Rhea. I would have done anything for you—God, I would’ve moved heaven and earth if you’d asked, no questions asked. But it wasn’t enough, was it?”

Her face softened, her posture almost crumbling as she took in your words, letting them land. “I thought… I thought I was doing what was best for you,” she whispered. “Letting you go, leaving, it wasn’t because you weren’t enough. It was because I loved you enough to think… you deserved more.”

You felt a bitter laugh slip out, even as tears began to blur your vision. “So what’s the plan here, then? You want me to call off my engagement, break off my stable, safe future… for you? Just because you finally figured out what you lost?”

“Please, just… listen.” Rhea’s voice was soft, pleading. “I know I messed up. I know I made the choice for both of us, and I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. But I can’t stand the thought of you spending yours unhappy, pretending it’s enough.”

You shook your head, trying to focus, to keep your heart locked up tight. “Maybe I don’t deserve more. Maybe predictable, maybe… comfortable… maybe that’s enough for me.” But even as you said it, you knew she could hear the crack in your voice.

She stepped forward, hands shaking slightly as they cupped your face. “Look at me. Are you really happy?”

Her question made your heart ache. You wanted to scream, to push her away, but as her thumb brushed against your cheek, something broke inside you. Your voice was barely a whisper. “I don’t know anymore.”

In that moment, the gap between you felt unbearable. And before you could second-guess yourself, you reached out, grabbing her face and pulling her down into a kiss, fierce and hungry, every ounce of anger and heartbreak pouring out. Rhea tensed, stunned, but then her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you in, her kiss deepening as if she’d been starved for this as long as you had.

It felt like time had rewound, like everything you’d both lost was suddenly within reach. Her lips tasted of salt and need, her arms strong and steady as they lifted you effortlessly, guiding you back to the desk. She set you down carefully, her forehead pressed to yours as her fingers trailed up your chin, finally tracing the outline of your lips.

“Let me make it up to you,” she murmured, voice rough with emotion, her eyes fixed on you with a seriousness that took your breath away.

Your heart pounded as you traced your fingers along her jaw, memorizing the feeling. “I shouldn’t… this is crazy…”

But she silenced you with another kiss, gentler this time, her fingers tangling in your hair, every touch filled with unspoken promises, like an answer to the questions you’d buried. And suddenly, you couldn’t hold back.

You parted your lips slowly, allowing her fingers to slip inside, and without thinking, your tongue moved over them, instinctively savoring the warmth of her touch. You held her gaze the entire time, knowing exactly what it did to her—that flicker of excitement and the way her lip caught between her teeth, barely containing a smile as she watched you.

A slow, unspoken tension passed between you, thickening the air, her fingers lingering just a moment longer than they needed to. The intensity in her eyes was impossible to ignore, dark with longing, as though the world beyond this moment had ceased to matter entirely.

“You’re always such a good girl for me huh.” Rhea smirked removing her fingers. 

“And I’m so sorry I left you aching for so long.” Rhea said starting to move the silk up your thigh with her other hand making you gasp. 

“Ill make sure to..thoughouly appologize.’ Rhea said slipping the wet fingers under your panties. 

You cursed under your breath leaning back and arching your back a little pushing out your breast. 

“I should have known you would be wet for me. No matter how much time has passed. No matter who your with. This will always be my…fucking…cunt.” Rhea said pressing harder into your clit making you moan. 

She continued slowly rubbing up and down your slit making small circles on your clit she knew drove you crazy. 

“You fucking asshole..please-oh my god.” you groaned as she pushed them into your entrance. Your pussy molding to her fingers like it was a habbit as you groaned and squirmed under her grasp. 

“Cmon sweetheart let out those pretty moans for me I can tell your close. Cum on my fingers just like you used to.” Rhea encouraged picking up the pace and pushing  you over the edge. 

You barely had a moment to catch your breath before Rhea’s hand found the slit in her dress, sweeping it aside with practiced ease. In one fluid movement, she dropped to her knees before you, lifting your leg over her shoulder with a confidence that made your pulse race. Her eyes flicked up to yours, a silent promise passing between you, deep and familiar.

“Rhe wait it’s to sensitive I- fuck!” you yelped as her tounge danced across your clit. 

“Cmon baby I know you can give me one more. I could hear you moan all day.” Rhea groaned pressing her lips against your clit and taking it in her mouth. 

The instant her mouth met you, a shockwave rippled through your body, forcing you to arch back as a raw, unfiltered moan escaped your lips. Your hand flew to her hair, tangling in the soft, dark strands, and you felt the cold press of your engagement ring catch, glinting there as if it were a witness to the undeniable pull between you. The weight of that ring—the promise it held to someone else—should have felt wrong, but as her grip tightened on your thigh and she took you deeper, it only made this feel more inevitable, more electric, like a secret you’d longed to surrender to.

Shame should have washed over you, but all you felt was a raw, unapologetic hunger. You’d never thought you’d find yourself on this side of betrayal, but here you were, and the way Rhea moved, the way she knew every unspoken part of you, eclipsed anything you’d felt in years. This wasn’t something you could walk away from—no, not now.

The sloppy erotic sounds between your legs filled the room, blending with your own ragged breaths. When her eyes met yours, a flicker of something deep, an understanding you hadn’t felt with anyone else, you could feel yourself spiraling toward that edge again. Words tumbled out, almost involuntarily, as your walls dropped, and all the feelings you’d tried to bury started to surface, raw and undeniable.

“Please Rhea, take me away from here. Make me feel like this every night again. I’ll be your good girl just like I used to-mhp! Just please.” You panted closer to the edge. 

“I promise you my love. Its you and me against the world.” Rhea smiled into your cunt as she started swirling her tounge in an unholy manner making you cover your own mouth before a scream escaped as you came harder than you could have ever imagined in her mouth. 

Rhea lapped up every drop as excruciatingly slow as possible saving every drop. 

You leaned back against the desk, heart still racing, trying to catch your breath. The sunset filtered through the window, casting a warm glow that caught on the diamond of your engagement ring—one you suddenly felt ready to leave behind.

“Did you… really mean it?” you panted softly, looking down at Rhea.

She stayed kneeling in front of you, her eyes softening, serious in a way that left no room for doubt. “I’m already on one knee, aren’t I?” she whispered.

You half-expected her to flash that familiar smirk, but when you looked down, her expression was unguarded, vulnerable. She was really waiting for you.

“So, you think you can just waltz into my engagement party, plead for me to take you back, have your way with me in my fiancé’s study, and—” your words faltered, breath hitching as the weight of it all sunk in. “And act like I’m supposed to forget that you broke my heart?”

A flicker of worry crossed her face as you tilted her chin up to meet your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Took you long enough, Ripley,” you said, the smile breaking free.

Rhea’s face lit up with a joy that felt almost childlike. In one swift move, she scooped you up, spinning you around as laughter spilled out of you both, the weight of years melting away.

When she finally set you down, she looked at you with a promise in her eyes. “I’m going to keep that smile on your face every day,” she murmured, pressing her lips to yours in a kiss that felt like forever, yet left you wanting more.

A knock on the door jolted you both back to reality.

“Hey, groom’s on the hunt!” Indi called from outside. “Something about a speech he wants to make for you.”

You felt panic bubble up, but Rhea squeezed your hand, a playful glint in her eye. “I’ll see you in ten minutes,” she said, already plotting. “I think I have some sprinklers to… accidentally set off.”

 She gave your hand one last kiss before slipping toward the door, her voice dropping to a playful whisper. “Oh, and sweetheart… might want to leave that ring on the desk. Don’t want any misunderstandings about whose fiancée you are.”

You grinned, unable to help yourself as you slipped off the ring, feeling the lightness that came with it. Following her out the door, you found Indi waiting, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.

“So, what kind of trouble are we about to get into?” she asked, smirking.

You couldn’t help the grin spreading across your face, feeling lighter than you had in years. 

“Might want to ditch those heels, Indi,” you said, voice bubbling with excitement. “I’ve got a future to catch.”

Hellooooo lovelies I hope you are well! I had this idea the other day between writing vampire part 2 so I had to provide it since rhea is on hiatus anyway. I DO NOT CONDONE CHEATING THIS IS A FANTASY.

[sykokittyy]

Just imagine that you and Rhea had just started dating, It’s around 9:30PM, and she hit you with the “come over” text with an address attached. This would be your first time going over to her place since y’all started dating and you wanted to make sure everything was “nice, hot, and ready” for her. *wink* *wink*. I mean, you hit the quickest right-signal to that bathroom to take that everything-shower. Damn near gonna pass out with you twisting and turning trying to shave every pubic hair in the steaming-hot shower. But hey, better prepared than sorry boo.

Prior to all of this, Demi (“mamí” if ya nasty 🫦 *wink*) , had just came home from whooping asses and taking names at wrestlmania. And although Rhea loved a good a rumble and tussle in the ring and celebrating her victory; what Demi wanted at that moment was just you. She missed your voice, your laugh, your smell. Hell, she missed your whole presence. You gave her a sanctuary full of comfort and love within your heart, and she relished in it. She originally was going to plan a date for the both of you as soon as she got home, but Rhea came home later than expected. So she decided to save the date for the next day, and settle for a romantic movie night. (Don’t expect her to watch rom-coms. She finna put on the Fear Street Trilogy with her horror fanatic ass. Love her though.)

Finally, you’ve relieved yourself of hard labor and dedication to self-maintenance. Even though you almost fainted from exhaustion, it payed off knowing that you were as soft as cotton, and didn’t have to worry about pubes getting stuck in between your girl’s teeth. Your skin is radiant and glowing of moisture, and you smelled of strawberries and shea butter. You definitely were on a mission to be ATE. OFF. THE. DAMN. BONE. You put on a basic black t-shirt with hello kitty pj bottoms along with a pair of cute hello kitty slippers . Subtle, but still cute. You fixed up your hair to your desired look and hyped yourself up for 5 minutes in the mirror. You couldn’t help but admire the beauty that was reflected back into your vision. But girl time was ticking, and big mama is impatient.

Rhea had to call you because you got so excited to get ready for big mama, that you didn’t even realized you left her on read. (Reader, HOW DARE YOU??!?). You abruptly finished your hype-up mirror session and picked up that phone.

“Heyy baby”, you answered with giddiness. “Oi babe, where are ya?” You could tell Demi was anxious to see you, but damn. “What happened to “hello”? …“How are you?”… “My name is..” —What happened to that Demi?”, you jokingly questioned her. Demi scoffed before chuckling and responding. “Y/n cmonn. you know I’ve missed you, love. Enough of the games and banter baby”, she concluded with her suave Australian accent. One thing big mama knew how to do was sweet talk you into her trap, but you weren’t gonna let her win so easily. (Not like how she usually does).

“Okay, and? You can miss me and still say ‘hey babe!, how are you?’ You need to be like the bloodline and acknowledge me damn it”, you joked. And at that, Demi couldn’t hold in the deep cackle from the depths of her soul. Another thing she loved about you was how funny as hell you were. You could turn a serious moment into a comedy show. Which is why in serious situations she tries her hardest not to make eye contact with you. But that’s another story. Demi brings her laughing to a slow closing, “Okay love. Hi babe, how are you?”, she questioned in a more playful and silly way. You dramatically sigh but nonetheless respond with a cheesy smile, “I’m doing very good now that I’m talking to you. I’ve missed you so much”. And Demi could tell.

Demi knew how much you missed her because she felt the same aching and longing feeling too. Dating each other can be very challenging considering you both had different careers. You were doing (your preferred job), while she was away days and sometimes even WEEKS at a time from you. And even though you both keep in touch over the phone; nothing compares to the feeling of you both, physically, being in each other’s presence. Being in each other’s embrace. Which is why you both value the personal intimacy and quality time.

Demi sighed in agreement, “I’ve missed you too love. That’s why I’m waiting up for you to come over baby.” Then followed up with a scoff, “But naurrr, you wanna take your precious time, AND not respond to my message. A little rude don’t you think love?” She dramatically exasperated. She heard you fumbling as you were packing your spend-the-night bag. You laughed with before sighing, “Girl I had to get myself together. But don’t worry big mama, I’m on my way”, you retort with suaveness.

Demi went silent for a few seconds while you had a smug smirk on your face. You can just imagine how flushed Demi’s face is from your teasing nickname. “What?”, you followed up with faux innocence. “WhAt?..” Demi mocked dramatically. “You know exactly what, love.. Is that my new nickname from you and Trinity babe? ‘Big mama’ ?”, she questioned. You couldn’t help but laugh at how she said it, her accent amplifies everything.

“Girl hush, you know you like it”, you grabbed your keys and start making your way out your residence. “Anyways, baby I’ll be there shortly m’kay? Love you!”, you begin starting your car. “Okay babe, love ya more. And drive safely here”, she added with sternness. “You drive like you’re in a high speed chase with a warrant for your arrest.” You scoffed before laughing, “Rude, but okay. Byee for now baby”, you retort as you hung up and made your way out to the address she’d sent.

You finally made it to the gated neighborhood. It looks very suburban and quiet as if it was meant for retired elderly people. ‘I’m definitely gonna be coming to her place more, and I ain’t even there yet’ , you thought to yourself. You drove further in the neighborhood until your GPS finally alerted you that you had made it to Demi’s. You had texted her that you had made it. She hearted your message before giving you the gate code to her two-story suburban home. Entering the driveway and parking your car in your desired spot, you grabbed your belongings and double-checked yourself in the mirror. Satisfied with how you look, you continued your journey to the doorway.

By the time you had gotten to the door, she was already opening it but before you could properly say “hi”, you were scared shitless to see a big ass dog zooming out the front door. You let out the loudest shriek that you brought Mariah Carey to shame, and took off running across her yard and driveway in SHAMBLES. You hollered and ran in circles before jumping on the hood of Demi’s truck. Demi looked at the chaos unveiled before her eyes in a mixture of emotions. Shocked? Confused? And lowkey funny as fuck not gonna lie…

Now Demi did tell you she had some pets when y’all first started talking and did show pictures. But I guess you lowkey forgot because you’ve never seen them in person, BUT DAMN. “BARRY, come back here now!”, Demi ordered the dog back to her. He whimpered but nonetheless went back to his mommy. You sighed and thanked god internally you didn’t piss on yourself. She quickly ran in the house and put him in the play room with the other pets, and quickly came running back out. “Are you okay love?”, she grabbed your hand eased you off the hood of her truck. Finally regulating your breathing, you responded “Yeah just as long as your dog ain’t gonna bite me in the ass. We good.” And at that, Demi finally let go of the cackles she held in after watching you lose your shit running from Barry. You rolled your eyes and murmured “Oh you think it��s funny huh? Keep laughing and you ain’t getting even a LICK of coochie tonight…” Demi’s laughter quickly died down.

“Mhmm. Thought so..” you stated while Demi helped regather all your things you dropped.

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AUTHORS NOTE: Heyy guyss. I know it’s been a long time since the last time I wrote something. Like 2 years. And after two years of drafting and not having the energy to write, I finally was like why not have fun and put out new work. I hope you enjoyed because I did and I’m proud of the work I put into it. Love ya <3

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Summary: The reader is Damian's plus one at Dominick's wedding.

You and Rhea are taking the afternoon to buy dresses and get your hair and nails done for Dominick's wedding later in the day.

"What about this one?" Rhea pulls a ruby red dress off of the rack and presents it to you.

You look up from the rack you're looking at and examine the dress. "Not really my style." You shrug. "But I bet it'd look killer on you, Rhea. You should try it on." You suggest.

Rhea nods in agreement and hangs the dress over her shoulder while she browses for a few more options to try on. You go back to browsing the rack you're in front of and come across a pretty black dress.

"How about this one, Rhea?" You pick the dress up and present it to Rhea. "I like the neckline."

Rhea turns around and almost instantly nods her head. "YN, yes." She beams. "That will look so good on you."

You giggle and hang the dress over your shoulder so you can browse some more.

You and Rhea both collect four or five dresses to try on and head for the dressing rooms. The two of you have been friends for years so you opt for one of the bigger rooms and share.

"Zip me up, yeah?" Rhea asks you after she's pulled on a black dress.

"Sure, turn around." You nod.

Rhea turns her back to you and you pull the zipper up her back. She turns back around and you compliment her. "How is it you manage to look good in literally everything?" You jokingly complain.

"It's a gift, really." Rhea giggles. "Here, try this one on." She picks up the black dress you picked out and hands it to you.

You begin pulling on your dress and Rhea slips out of hers to try another one on. You get settled into your black dress and admire yourself in the mirror. "I really like this one." You admire your reflection. "What do you think, Rhea?" You turn back to her.

Rhea turns around while she's shimmying into the red dress she picked out and her eyes widen. "Damn, YN." She compliments you. "You might look too good in that dress." She teases you. "How badly are you trying to impress Damian tonight?"

You giggle with Rhea and grab your phone from your bag sitting on the bench. "Do you mind if I snap a quick pic?" You ask Rhea. "I wanna see what Damian thinks of this one."

"Sure." Rhea nods since she's got her dress on by now and is admiring herself in the mirror. "Let's take a few together after you're done." She adds.

"Yes!" You agree and snap a quick mirror picture of yourself.

You send the picture to Damian then take a few with Rhea for fun. You decide on the black dress, and Rhea choses the red. The two of you get your hair and nails done then head back to the hotel to wait for your dates to come pick you up.

"Yeah, we're good, Damian." You call out to him and reach for your clutch sitting on the table.

Damian comes into the door and you watch his gaze flit over Rhea and come to a halt when it reaches you.

"Well?" You ask Damian with a giggle and do a little sin for him. "How do I look?" You ask him.

Damian chuckles and the sound sends a shiver down your spine. You could easily become addicted to the way he looks at you.

"You look absolutely stunning, princessa." Damian shakes his head and walks over to you and wastes no time in pulling you into his side by the hips.

"Told you that he wouldn't be able to keep hiss hands to himself." Rhea laughs.

"You won't ever hear me complain." You grin and lay your hands on Damian's chest. You smooth out his tie for him before tugging him down by the neck for a kiss. "You look handsome too, baby."

You and Damian share a quick heated kiss while Rhea collects her bag. She walks over to the two of you and loops her arm with yours. "Let's get going, yeah. Wouldn't want to let Dom down on his big night by being late."

Damian nods and strides over to the door. He swings the door open and steps off to the side. "Right this way, ladies." He grin at you both. "I'll go on ahead and pull the car around for us."

"Thanks, babe." You touch Damian's arm gently as you and Rhea pass him.

Everyone arrives at the wedding venue about half and hour later and heads inside. You and Rhea find your seats at a table near the bride and grooms place. Fancy cream name-cards mark your spots for you.

The ceremony is beautiful and you shed a tear or two for your friend and his girlfriend, now wife.

The real fun begins after the ceremony. Everyone files into a immaculately decorated space with plenty of room for dancing and a wide array of foods off to the side of the room.

"You hungry at all, hun?" Damian asks you after you've found your table with Rhea and a few other friends from work.

"I'm aright for now, Damian. Thanks." You shake your head. "Dom and his girl look so happy." You gush. "Gosh, I can't wait until I finally get to plan my wedding."

Your comment earns a giggle from Rhea and a wide-eyed look from Damian. The two of you have been ating for about a year now.

"No pressure, Damian." You laugh when you see the guilty look on his face. "I'm content just the way we are."

Damian sighs in relief and plays it off like he wasn't freaked out. Everyone mingles at the table for a while until the dancefloor begins to fill up. You watch people dance for a while with a longing look in your eyes. You know Damian isn't much for dancing. So you try not to get your hopes up.

"YN, Amore, dance with me?" Damian gets up from his seat next to Austin after a while and offers you his hand.

"Oh, you don't have to, Damian." You shake your head at him, but Priest persists.

Damian keeps his hand outstretched to you and flashes you a deabonaire smile. "Come on." He urges you. "I know you want to get out there. And I'm not opposed to once dance." He insists.

"Really?" You take Damian's hand and he leads you out onto the dancefloor. "Thank you, Damian." You smile at him as a slow song starts to play.

Damian pulls you close to his chest and the two of you sway to the soft music. "I know I said it before, but you really do look stunning tonight." He compliments you. "I know I don't say it often. But I love you, YN."

"I love you too, Damian." You blush and lean in a little closer.

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Haunted by Her

Rhea Ripley x Reader 

Ghost!AU

Summary: They warned you not to stay in the house. They whispered her name like a curse. The woman who vanished without a trace. But in the hush of midnight, when the wind trembles and the floorboards creak, her ghost finds you.

The house stood at the end of a long, winding road, half-swallowed by the wild brush of rural Australia. You arrived with nothing but a duffel bag and the will left by a grandmother you never knew. 

Your plan was simple. Inherit the estate. Keep it. Let it live again.

No one mentioned the cold that seeped into your bones or the way the air inside the house was different.

You moved through the dust-laced corridors, footsteps muffled by age-old rugs, and wallpaper peeling like old skin. 

Mirrors lined the walls, tall, tarnished, and always reflecting more than they should.

The first night, you heard her.

Not a scream. Not a moan. 

Just... humming. Low. Melancholy. Beautiful.

You sat up in bed, the old canopy creaking above you. “Hello?”

The humming stopped. You must have imagined it.

Days passed.

You heard the footsteps next. Slow. Measured. 

From the east wing, it was always the east wing.

You followed them once. Just once.

The doors were locked. 

Until they weren’t.

You stepped into a room preserved in time. Velvet armchairs, half-burned candles, and a massive oil painting hanging above the hearth.

You.

Or someone who looked like you. 

Pale hands, soft curves, dark eyes filled with longing. Standing beside her.

Rhea Ripley.

Black corseted dress. Broad shoulders. Tattoos trailing along her neck and collarbone. Her hand resting at your waist like it belonged there.

“She painted it,” came a voice behind you, low and close.

You gasped and turned. A chill ran down your spine.

She stood there, tall, ghostly pale, eyes ringed in darkness and sorrow.

“Who are you?” you asked, your voice shaking.

Her lips curved in a bitter smile. “The one this house forgot. But you... you remember me.”

Slowly, you backed out of the room. Cold sweat covered your forehead as you left the house.

But that night, you came back. 

---

She appeared more often after that.

Always after dark. Always just close enough to touch but never quite real.

You sat together by the hearth, her fingers brushing yours like smoke.

“Rhea,” you whispered once. “Why are you still here?”

Her expression darkened. “Because I swore I would wait for you. And I never break my promises.”

“But I’m not her,” you said. “I’m not the woman in the painting.”

She tilted her head, eyes glowing faintly. “Aren’t you?”

You were too weak to break her heart.

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The nights grew longer. Colder.

One evening, you returned to the room and found her crying. 

Silently. Eyes wet, lips trembling.

“I tried to let go,” she confessed. “Tried to move on. But my soul’s tied to this place. Tied to you. Or... to the part of you that remembers me.”

You reached for her, and this time your fingers met hers.

Solid. Warm.

“What does it mean?” you asked.

“It means you’ve started to believe.”

The house changed.

Where dust once ruled, warmth returned. The mirrors cleared. Candles lit themselves. 

You swore you heard laughter, your own, mixing with hers.

And Rhea?

She stayed longer. Grew stronger.

One morning, you woke to sunlight streaming through the window and arms wrapped around you.

Her arms.

“I’m real,” she whispered. “You brought me back.”

You blinked away tears. “What now?”

Rhea smiled softly, pulling you close.

“Now, I live again. And I love you for as long as time will let me.”

She leaned in to kiss you. Such a deep and emotional kiss.

---

The villagers never understood why the old estate lit up again, or why its new mistress walked hand in hand with a woman no one remembered seeing arrive.

They spoke of ghosts. Of curses.

But you knew the truth.

You weren’t haunted by her.

You were loved by her.

[unfgvien]

Could u make more rhea and reader please ??

yeah for sure!!

I didnt know if you wanted smut or a fluff so I wrote both 😭. I have plenty more rhea x reader coming im just really busy with school but I'll try and post more.

enjoyyyy xxx

feel better now?

pairing - rhea x reader

summary -Rhea, injured after a brutal match, finds solace in Yn's tender care. As they navigate physical and emotional pain, Yn's love becomes Rhea's healing force, culminating in a deeply intimate moment of connection and comfort.

word count - 3.2k

The hospital room is sterile, the air thick with the scent of disinfectant and the hum of fluorescent lights. Rhea lies on the narrow bed, her body tense, her breathing shallow. Her left arm, encased in a bulky white cast, rests awkwardly across her chest, a stark reminder of the brutal match against Liv. The memory of the crack, the searing pain, and Liv’s cold smirk as she walked away still haunts her. Rhea’s eyes are closed, her dark lashes brushing against her pale cheeks, but her mind is far from at rest. She can feel the weight of Yn’s hand on her uninjured shoulder, a silent promise of comfort, but even that can’t fully ease the ache in her heart.

Yn sits on the edge of the bed, her fingers gently tracing the edge of the cast. Her jaw is set, her green eyes stormy with a mix of worry and fury. She hates Liv—hates her for what she’s done to Rhea, for the way she’s shattered their sense of safety. But right now, her hatred is secondary to her need to care for her wife. Yn’s other hand rests on Rhea’s thigh, a grounding presence, a reminder that she’s not alone. “You’re going to be okay,” she murmurs, her voice soft but steady. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

Rhea opens her eyes, her gaze meeting Yn’s. There’s a flicker of gratitude in her expression, but it’s overshadowed by the pain etched into her features. “It hurts,” she admits, her voice hoarse, barely above a whisper. “Not just the arm. Everything hurts.”

Yn’s heart clenches. She knows Rhea isn’t just talking about the physical pain. The match had been more than a fight; it had been a violation, a reminder of how fragile their world can be. Yn leans forward, pressing a gentle kiss to Rhea’s forehead. “I know,” she says. “But we’ll get through this. Together.”

The doctor enters the room, breaking the intimate moment. He’s a middle-aged man with kind eyes and a gentle demeanor, but Rhea flinches instinctively at his approach. Yn notices, her hand tightening on Rhea’s thigh in silent reassurance. The doctor checks the cast, nods approvingly, and hands Rhea a prescription for pain medication. “Take it easy,” he advises. “No heavy lifting, no strenuous activity. And keep the arm elevated as much as possible.”

Yn takes the prescription, her grip firm. “Thank you, doctor,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. She helps Rhea sit up, carefully adjusting the pillows behind her back. The hospital room feels suffocating, the walls closing in on them. Yn can’t wait to get Rhea home, to their safe space, where she can truly begin to heal.

The ride home is quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the car engine and the occasional crackle of the radio. Rhea stares out the window, her reflection ghostly in the glass. Her arm throbs, a constant reminder of her vulnerability. She feels broken, not just physically but emotionally. Liv’s words during the match echo in her mind—“You’re nothing without me.” Rhea grits her teeth, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over.

Yn glances at her from the driver’s seat, her expression unreadable. She knows Rhea is struggling, but she also knows that pushing her to talk before she’s ready will only make things worse. Instead, she reaches out, her fingers brushing Rhea’s uninjured hand. “We’re almost home,” she says, her voice a soothing balm. “You can rest there.”

Home. The word feels like a lifeline, a promise of solace. Their apartment is a sanctuary, a place where they can shut out the world and focus on each other. As Yn pulls into the parking lot, Rhea takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what’s to come. She’s not just dealing with a broken arm; she’s dealing with the aftermath of a battle that’s left her feeling exposed and fragile.

Yn helps Rhea out of the car, her arm firm around her waist. The elevator ride is brief but feels interminable. When the doors finally open, Yn guides Rhea inside, her steps purposeful. The apartment is dimly lit, the soft glow of the lamps casting warm shadows on the walls. It’s quiet, too quiet, and Rhea feels the weight of it settling over her like a blanket.

“I’m going to get you settled in bed,” Yn says, her voice breaking the silence. “Then I’ll grab your medication and some water.”

Rhea nods, too exhausted to protest. She lets Yn lead her to their bedroom, the familiar space a comfort in itself. The bed is made, the sheets smooth and inviting. Yn helps her lie down, carefully propping her arm on a pile of pillows. “Try to rest,” she says, brushing a strand of hair from Rhea’s face. “I’ll be right back.”

Alone in the room, Rhea closes her eyes, but sleep eludes her. The pain in her arm is a constant companion, but it’s the emotional turmoil that keeps her awake. She feels powerless, helpless, and the thought terrifies her. She’s always been the strong one, the protector, but now she’s the one who needs protecting. The realization stings, a bitter pill to swallow.

Yn returns with a glass of water and a pill, placing them on the nightstand. She sits on the edge of the bed, her hand resting on Rhea’s uninjured shoulder. “Here,” she says, picking up the glass. “Take this.”

Rhea obeys, swallowing the pill with a grimace. The water helps, but the taste of bitterness lingers. “Thank you,” she murmurs, her voice barely audible.

Yn doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, she leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to Rhea’s temple. “I’m going to take a shower,” she says, her voice low. “Do you need anything before I do?”

Rhea shakes her head, her eyes closing as she leans into Yn���s touch. “No. Go ahead.”

Yn hesitates, her gaze lingering on Rhea’s face. She can see the pain, the exhaustion, the vulnerability. It breaks her heart, but it also ignites a fierce determination within her. She’s going to take care of Rhea, to heal her in every way possible. With a final gentle squeeze of Rhea’s shoulder, she stands and heads toward the bathroom.

The shower is hot, the steam filling the small space as Yn steps under the spray. The water cascades over her body, washing away the tension of the day. But even as she closes her eyes, letting the warmth envelop her, her mind is on Rhea. She can’t shake the image of her wife lying in bed, her arm in a cast, her eyes filled with pain. Yn’s hands clench into fists, her nails digging into her palms. She hates feeling helpless, hates that she can’t take away Rhea’s pain.

But as she stands there, the water pounding against her skin, an idea begins to form. Rhea needs more than just physical healing; she needs to feel desired, to feel whole again. Yn’s heart races at the thought, a mix of anticipation and nervousness washing over her. She’s never been one to shy away from taking care of Rhea, but this feels different. This feels necessary.

With renewed purpose, Yn turns off the shower and steps out, the cool air raising goosebumps on her wet skin. She wraps a towel around her hair, letting the water drip down her body. Her reflection in the mirror is hazy, but she can see the determination in her eyes. She’s going to make Rhea feel better, no matter what it takes.

She dries off quickly, leaving her body slightly damp, the water still clinging to her skin. She slips on a loose robe, tying it loosely around her waist, and heads back to the bedroom. As she enters, she pauses, taking in the sight of Rhea lying in bed. Her wife looks small, vulnerable, her arm a stark reminder of the day’s events. Yn’s chest tightens, but she pushes past the emotion, focusing on her plan.

Rhea opens her eyes as Yn approaches, her expression curious. “You’re back already?” she asks, her voice soft.

Yn nods, her gaze intense. “I had an idea,” she says, her voice low and husky. “Something to help you feel better.”

Rhea’s eyebrows furrow, a mix of confusion and wariness crossing her face. “What do you mean?”

Yn doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, she moves closer to the bed, her steps deliberate. She unties her robe, letting it fall to the floor, revealing her damp, naked body. The water still clings to her skin, making her glisten under the soft light of the lamp. Rhea’s eyes widen, her breath catching in her throat.

“Yn… what are you doing?” she asks, her voice trembling.

Yn’s lips curve into a soft smile as she climbs onto the bed, her movements graceful despite the situation. “I’m taking care of you,” she says, her voice firm but gentle. “In every way you need.”

Rhea’s heart races, her mind struggling to process what’s happening. She’s hurt, vulnerable, and the last thing she expects is for Yn to initiate something like this. But as Yn settles beside her, her hand brushing against Rhea’s uninjured arm, a warmth spreads through her, chasing away some of the pain.

“But my arm…” Rhea starts, her voice trailing off.

Yn shakes her head, her fingers tracing the line of Rhea’s jaw. “Your arm is taken care of,” she says. “Right now, I’m focusing on the rest of you.”

Rhea’s breath hitches as Yn leans in, her lips brushing against hers. The kiss is soft, tender, a promise of what’s to come. Rhea hesitates, her body still tense, but Yn’s touch is reassuring, her presence a balm to Rhea’s frayed nerves. Slowly, Rhea relaxes, her lips parting as she melts into the kiss.

Yn deepens the kiss, her tongue tracing the seam of Rhea’s lips before slipping inside. The taste of her is intoxicating, a mix of familiarity and something new, something raw and needy. Yn’s hands move down Rhea’s body, her touch deliberate, mapping out every curve and contour. She’s gentle but firm, her fingers skilled as they explore, igniting a fire within Rhea that she thought had been extinguished.

Rhea moans softly into the kiss, her body arching into Yn’s touch. Despite the pain in her arm, the pleasure spreading through her is undeniable. Yn’s hands are everywhere, her touch both soothing and arousing. She kisses Rhea’s neck, her collarbone, her chest, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat in their wake. Rhea’s skin tingles, her nerves alive with sensation.

“Yn…” Rhea whispers, her voice hoarse. “I don’t know if I can—”

Yn cuts her off with another kiss, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of Rhea’s pajama bottoms. “Let me take care of you,” she murmurs against Rhea’s lips. “Let me make you feel good.”

Rhea’s breath catches as Yn’s fingers brush against her core, her body already wet and eager. She’s torn between wanting this desperately and feeling unworthy of such attention. But Yn’s gaze is unwavering, her determination clear. Slowly, Rhea nods, her resistance crumbling under the weight of Yn’s love.

Yn smiles, a soft, tender expression that makes Rhea’s heart ache. She hooks her fingers into Rhea’s pajama bottoms, sliding them down her legs and tossing them aside. Rhea’s body is exposed, her vulnerability on full display, but Yn’s gaze is worshipful, her touch reverent. She presses a kiss to Rhea’s inner thigh, her breath warm against her skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” Yn murmurs, her voice thick with desire. “So strong, even when you’re broken.”

Rhea’s cheeks flush, her body trembling as Yn’s lips trail closer to her core. She feels exposed, not just physically but emotionally, and the thought both terrifies and excites her. Yn’s fingers brush against her clit, her touch light but insistent, and Rhea gasps, her hips bucking involuntarily.

“Easy,” Yn says, her voice a low rumble. “Let me take care of you.”

Rhea nods, her eyes closing as she surrenders to Yn’s touch. Yn’s lips press against her folds, her tongue slipping out to taste her. Rhea moans, her hands tangling in Yn’s hair, her body arching off the bed. The pleasure is overwhelming, a tidal wave crashing over her, washing away the pain and the fear.

Yn’s mouth is relentless, her tongue flicking and swirling, her lips sucking gently. She teases Rhea’s clit, her fingers slipping inside her, her touch both firm and tender. Rhea’s breath comes in ragged gasps, her body tense with anticipation. She feels on the edge, teetering between pleasure and release, and Yn’s skilled mouth pushes her closer and closer.

“Yn… please…” Rhea pleads, her voice desperate. “I need—”

Yn looks up, her eyes dark with desire. “Tell me what you need,” she demands, her voice commanding.

Rhea’s heart races, her mind foggy with need. “I need you to make me come,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need you to make me forget everything else.”

Yn’s lips curve into a wicked smile as she dips her head, her mouth closing over Rhea’s clit. She sucks gently, her tongue flicking against the sensitive bud, and Rhea screams, her body convulsing as her orgasm crashes over her. It’s intense, overwhelming, a release unlike anything she’s ever experienced. Her body shakes, her juices flooding Yn’s mouth, and Yn drinks her in, her moans vibrating against Rhea’s sensitive skin.

“Fuck… Yn…” Rhea pants, her body limp as the waves of pleasure subside. She feels boneless, her mind foggy, but the ache in her arm is distant, almost forgotten.

Yn climbs up the bed, her body pressing against Rhea’s, her lips capturing Rhea’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Rhea tastes herself on Yn’s lips, the flavor both familiar and intoxicating. She wraps her uninjured arm around Yn’s waist, pulling her closer, her body craving more.

“Better?” Yn asks, her voice soft but teasing.

Rhea smiles, her heart full. “Much better,” she admits, her voice laced with affection. “But I think I need a little more… aftercare.”

Yn’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “Oh, I have plenty of that planned,” she whispers, her voice a promise of more pleasure to come.

Rhea shivers, her body already anticipating what Yn has in store. She knows this is just the beginning, that Yn will take care of her in every way possible. And as Yn’s lips trail down her neck, her hands exploring, Rhea surrenders fully, letting herself be healed by the woman she loves.

The room is warm, the air thick with the scent of their desire. Rhea’s arm still throbs, a reminder of the day’s events, but the pain is distant, overshadowed by the pleasure and the love that fills the space between them. Yn’s touch is gentle, her movements deliberate, as she continues to explore Rhea’s body, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony.

Rhea moans, her body arching into Yn’s touch, her senses alive with every sensation. Yn’s lips trail down her chest, her tongue tracing the curve of her breast, her fingers teasing her nipple into a hard peak. Rhea’s breath catches, her body tense with anticipation, as Yn’s mouth closes over her nipple, sucking gently, her tongue swirling.

“Yn… fuck…” Rhea gasps, her hands tangling in Yn’s hair, her body trembling. The pleasure is intense, a direct line to her core, and Rhea feels herself spiraling closer to the edge once again.

Yn’s hands move down Rhea’s body, her fingers tracing the curve of her hips, her touch both soothing and arousing. She kisses her way lower, her lips leaving a trail of wet heat, her breath warm against Rhea’s skin. Rhea’s body is a map, and Yn is determined to explore every inch, to make her feel desired and whole.

As Yn’s mouth closes over Rhea’s clit once more, Rhea cries out, her body convulsing as another orgasm washes over her. It’s different this time, slower but deeper, a wave of pleasure that seems to engulf her entire being. Yn’s tongue is relentless, her lips sucking gently, her fingers slipping inside her, filling her completely.

“Yn… I can’t…” Rhea pants, her body trembling on the edge of overload. “I can’t take much more…”

Yn looks up, her eyes dark with desire, her lips wet with Rhea’s juices. “You can take it,” she says, her voice firm. “You can take everything I give you.”

Rhea’s heart races, her body tense with anticipation. She trusts Yn completely, knows that she’ll push her to her limits but never beyond. And as Yn’s mouth and hands continue their relentless assault, Rhea surrenders fully, letting the pleasure consume her.

The orgasm hits her like a storm, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves her breathless and shaking. Her body convulses, her juices flooding Yn’s mouth, and Yn drinks her in, her moans vibrating against Rhea’s sensitive skin. Rhea screams, her voice hoarse, her body limp as the pleasure subsides.

Yn climbs up the bed, her body pressing against Rhea’s, her lips capturing Rhea’s in a deep, passionate kiss. Rhea tastes herself on Yn’s lips, the flavor both familiar and intoxicating. She wraps her uninjured arm around Yn’s waist, pulling her closer, her body craving more.

“How do you feel now?” Yn asks, her voice soft but teasing.

Rhea smiles, her heart full. “Like I could take on the world,” she admits, her voice laced with affection. “Or at least Liv.”

Yn’s eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans in, her lips brushing against Rhea’s ear. “We’ll deal with Liv later,” she whispers, her voice a promise of retribution. “Right now, I’m focusing on you.”

Rhea shivers, her body already anticipating what Yn has in store. She knows this is just the beginning, that Yn will take care of her in every way possible. And as Yn’s lips trail down her neck, her hands exploring, Rhea surrenders fully, letting herself be healed by the woman she loves.

The night deepens, the world outside their bedroom fading into obscurity. Rhea’s arm still throbs, a reminder of the day’s events, but the pain is distant, overshadowed by the pleasure and the love that fills the space between them. Yn’s touch is gentle, her movements deliberate, as she continues to explore Rhea’s body, her mouth and hands working in perfect harmony.

As the hours pass, Rhea loses track of time, her mind foggy with pleasure and exhaustion. Yn’s touch is a constant, a grounding presence that keeps her anchored in the moment. She feels cherished, desired, and whole, the broken pieces of herself slowly being put back together by Yn’s love.

Finally, as the first light of dawn creeps through the window, Rhea’s eyes drift closed, her body heavy with satisfaction. Yn lies beside her, her arm draped over Rhea’s waist, her breathing steady and deep. Rhea smiles, her heart full, knowing that no matter what challenges lie ahead, they’ll face them together.

“I love you,” Rhea murmurs, her voice soft but filled with conviction.

Yn’s lips curve into a smile as she presses a kiss to Rhea’s temple. “I love you too,” she says, her voice a soothing balm. “Always.”

And as they lie there, entwined in each other’s arms, the world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their love, and the promise of a brighter tomorrow.

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[kodasmind]

Unbroken Embrace

HIII long time no see I’m back… I had the BIGGEST writers block(it’s still there) but here you go🩶

Rhea Ripley X Reader

The roar of the crowd at SummerSlam still echoed in the arena as the lights dimmed. Liv Morgan had just emerged victorious against Rhea Ripley, but the elation of her win was overshadowed by the palpable tension in the ring. Rhea, usually so fierce and unstoppable, was now sitting in the center of the ring, her tears reflecting the harsh spotlights above. Her gaze was fixed on Dom Mysterio and Liv Morgan, locked in a passionate embrace that felt like an additional blow to her already bruised pride.

As Rhea’s heartache seemed to settle in the arena, the noise from the audience became a distant murmur. Suddenly, the crowd's attention shifted as you sprinted down the ramp, your heart racing with a singular focus: Rhea.

Ignoring the security and referees trying to restrain you, you dashed into the ring, your eyes locked on the heartbroken wrestler. Rhea barely noticed you until you were right there, your arms reaching out to her.

Without a word, you enveloped her in a tight embrace. Your body pressed against hers, offering a warmth that contrasted sharply with the cold reality of her defeat. The intensity of your hug was meant to convey everything you felt—support, love, and unwavering belief.

Rhea stiffened for a moment, surprise flashing in her eyes, but then she melted into the comfort of your embrace. Her arms slowly wrapped around you, pulling you closer. Her sobs became more intense, muffled against your shoulder. You held her tightly, stroking her back soothingly.

"It’s okay," you whispered gently. "It’s okay, Rhea. You’re amazing, and this doesn’t change that."

As Rhea’s cries softened, you gently tilted her head up to meet your gaze. With a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the chaos around you, you leaned in and pressed a soft, reassuring kiss to her lips. It was a simple gesture, but it conveyed a world of emotions—hope, compassion, and an unspoken promise that she wasn’t alone.

Rhea’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as she absorbed the kiss, her tears slowly drying. When she finally pulled away, she looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “I needed this.”

You nodded, giving her a gentle squeeze. “I’ll always be here for you. No matter what happens.”

As the arena began to clear, the once-loud crowd now just a distant background noise, you stayed by Rhea’s side. Together, you walked out of the ring, leaving behind the pain and moving forward, hand in hand.

The night had been tough, but the comfort of your presence was a reminder that even in moments of loss, there was always something to hold onto—each other.

[mazikeenhyde]

Less than a minute...

(Ive decided to be brave, I always wanted to try my hand at writing fan fiction so here we go! If i got anything wrong, like warnings for example please let me know so i can fix it! )

WARNING – 

A Poly!Judgment-Day fanfiction containing themes and mentions of DEPRESSION, LONLINESS, SOME SMUT, ANGST, SADNESS, ALCOHOL etc 

Overall, I’m just trying to make you all cry… 

READER X JUDGMENT DAY/POLY! – Rhea, Damien, Finn, Dominik x READER- Written in first person with Y/N (Reader Female)  

Italic font – flashback, speech or memories

Less than a minute 

The hotel room was quiet, the cheap TV fixed to the wall showing Monday night Raw on a low volume mixed in with the sounds of footsteps in the corridor, each sound filling the hot humid air. Outside the rain lashed down, heavy rainclouds hung low in the night sky blocking out the starlight, yet the full moon powered through, illuminating the streets, reflecting in the puddles that ran along the gutter line. 

 It was late, most of these anonymous guests rushing around just outside our door would be returning from busy work days to catch up on sleep or be heading out for a fun night on the town.  A blissful life for most, a chance to escape their homes and stay in a bed with room service, maids to clean up after you and a reception for any assistance required! I hated it though; it wasn’t my choice but when you are on the road traveling for what felt like 300 days of the year with your partners there isn’t much of an option. A different country every month, a different state every week, Christ a different town every night. I longed for those one-off days where we were all free to do nothing. Something many people take for granted is the ability to do nothing, and I missed it. 

Life felt far too chaotic, and despite being in a 5-way Polyamory relationship, I’d never felt so alone. I longed to go home, back to our own little house, we had been away for so long now. I could picture it, the front room shelves filled up high with my collection of books. My own little library I had spent a lifetime building now just collecting dust. The cabinets filled with Dominik’s board games that had bought about so many nights of endless laughter and equally some rather extreme arguments over winners, losers, cheaters and a half empty liquor cabinet that had been drained dry after a game of Scrabble. I still laugh now thinking back to when Rhea would demand the Alexa to define a word, we were sure Dominik had made up. Still, you could always rely on Finn to settle the score with a round of tequila shots and an accidental knock of the board. 

“Oh no!” Finn would laugh as he ‘accidently’ kicked the board off and onto the floor. 

“The board fell… guess we will have to play something else aye lass” he stated sarcastically, winking at me as he passed over one of the shot glasses. 

“I wouldn’t say No to a game of Twister” Damien suggested, raising his eyebrows as he took his shot and ran his fingers down my back. I swear that man would give me goosebumps from the top of my head to the center of my core with just a passing look and that fiendish glint in his eye! 

Rhea was quick to move herself over towards us resting her head in my lap, turning her view point to a more favored position. “I’ll second that” she smiled gently kissing the inner of my thigh, my breath was hitched, excited and on edge all at once. 

“Well I’m calling it!  I won..” Dominik stated with a huff as he began to pick the letter tiles up off the floor. Smirking over at him we each adorned a loveable gleam towards the boy. A little brat at the best and worst of times, but we wouldn’t have changed him for the world. 

Moving Rheas head onto Damien’s lap where the two of them began their own little make out session I crawled my way round to Dom, helping collect the remaining tiles off the floor and boxing his board game up. 

Smiling into his eye line I whispered ‘Never change who you are Dom Dom, We will always be here and we will always love you”

“What about when they break us up though?” he asked, I could hear the anxiety in his voice, his eyes. “I have to turn on Rhea and…and..” 

I held him close, his hands holding tightly to my back and I could hear his gentle muffled cries. 

“You’ll never be alone Dom, I love you so much. Even if I’m not always there to hold your hand, ill never be far away” I whispered in his ear. 

“Less than a minuite?” he smiled. 

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I couldn’t deny how much love I felt for each of them, work life had been tough for the four of them after the WWE had stated they would be splitting the group up to start a new storyline involving the likes of Liv Morgan, JD & Carlito. It didn’t stop the love we had for each other, but it certainly made traveling together difficult! I often reminded them that unlike myself none of them exactly blended into a crowd. 

Sitting in the middle of this king size bed I pulled my knees up to my chest, I had stolen Damien’s hoodie and a pair of rhea’s gym shorts in the hopes of being comfortable enough to focus while I studied my textbooks, but alas tonight my mind was elsewhere. I had been studying Law for some time, it had always been such a passion of mine and thankfully no matter where we slept I could bring my books and get my head down while my partners entertained the world. It also came in quite handy when certain members of the group had one too many drinks on a night out and needed some help in escaping the police without legal prosecution. Dominik can tell the world he did hard time in jail all he likes, but it was me that got the little brat released early after a dramatic night with Rhea at his parents’ house on thanksgiving. 

The WWE had offered me a position on their legal team once I had passed all my exams, yet that was over a year ago. I had deferred my exam date twice already, I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me but I didn’t feel the love, the passion or the joy I had done surrounding myself in plans for my future dream career, I was starting to worry I had wasted all these years for nothing.

Finn was always the voice of reason; he would often sit and help me revise while Rhea and Dom would shower together after the gym and Damien would take a nap. He was the voice of reason in the group, the glue that held us all together when things got tough. It was Finn that supported us all the most when our relationship went public, none of us had wanted to hide how we felt and the WWE were supportive, but that didn’t stop the online hate. The four of them were use to random strangers throwing insults due to the nature of their job, and thankfully I wasn’t of much interest to the fans. We had done our best to keep me away from the public eye, almost everyone just assumed I was part of the WWE teams supporting the group. There were a few fan speculation pages online who loved to play the guessing game but the majority saw me as nothing, as no one. 

Finn always knew when something was wrong, he hadn’t wanted to leave me this evening but I had persuaded them all to go on the promise when they returned we could order in and cuddle up to watch a new release on tv if we connected Damien’s laptop. 

“Chicken tenders! Ooh and nuggies?” Dom said, looking around the room in minor disbelief as we all looked at him with smiles. “What?” he asked. 

“Really Dom? Chicken tenders, I’d never have guessed that bro. There’s me thinking you’d want Sushi!” Damien stated sarcastically with a smirk as he zipped up his duffel bag. 

“Ew, raw fish? Bleugh! That’s gross!” Dom was genuinely disgusted at the idea. 

“Hey! Don’t knock Sushi you little squinnie! Just because the rest of us have some foodie culture, your mother should have had you expand your pallet better!” I replied as I walked over and flicked Dom on the head. He was quick to wrestle me up and onto his shoulder, spinning me round onto the bed where he climbed on to pin me down. 

“Uh Excuse me! I think you’ll find…Mami! has expanded my pallet just fine hermosa!” He stated, daring his lips closer to mine. 

“Oh I bet..” I whispered to him closing the gap between us, our lips aching to touch. “Your pallet has had its fair share of tasting sessions aye Dom Dom” 

Before he could respond Damien wrapped his arms around Dominik’s waste pulling him off me and planting him back down to earth, ruffling his hair upon release. 

“Alright you two, break it off!” Damien patted Dom on the chest as he tossed over his rucksack from the chair. I bought my chest up leaning back on my hands winking at Dom as he scowled at me with a mix of frustration and cheek. 

Rhea walked out from the bathroom with Finn following in tow, slapping Dom on the ass and wrapping her arm around his neck. 

“Behave yourself Dom Dom” Rhea said before looking over at me on the bed, “You too Bunny, Brats be warned there will always be consequences.” She laughed and pulled Dom towards the hotel door blowing me a kiss as the two of them headed out to work. Damien followed suit leaning down on the bed to kiss my forehead. 

“Te amo, Hermosa” he held the back of my neck touching foreheads before following Rhea and Dom. 

“Ill catch up with you three downstairs” Finn said and Damien gave him a thumbs up as he headed out the hotel room door and closed it behind them. 

Finn took a seat next to me on the bed as I sat up properly and moved to the edge, adorning one of those fake convincing smiles that had worked so many times before. 

“A night of studying then? We won’t be back too late I promise, you can pick the film tonight. I dread another of Rheas slasher films aye. We will be up all night watching the door” Finn said with a gentle nudge to my shoulder. I just nodded, unsure of how to respond. It was strange, I could hide myself in the love and laughter I felt for them all, the never ending flirting and sexual frustration that would build when we were in a room. But a reminder of the real world, of the real life we were living was enough to shatter my dreams back to reality. Every day was blending into one, the repetitive endeavors were tearing my soul apart. Tears began to fill the corners of my eyes as I was quick to stand and rub them away taking a sharp breath. I knew inside I was breaking, I was like a ticking time bomb and I needed to protect them all. Finn leapt up to his feet spin me around and face him.

“Y/N, listen to me lass, you know we all love you. No matter what, no matter how hard it all gets, whether you sit the exams and pass or fail.” Finn held his hands to my face cupping my cheeks. 

Finn had suspected something was wrong for a while, he and Rhea had sat down with me before to talk. They knew about my past, the scars I had whilst silver and faded now were a window into a past life I had battled for so long to break free from, always terrified it would find me again. I was like a rabbit in headlights when it all got to much, I would freeze in fear of my mind running away with my sanity. Hence the nickname Bunny. 

“I don’t know what is wrong with me..” My voice was fragile, broken. 

Finn held me in a close hug, his warm embrace relighting the fire inside my chest, a willing to keep going forward. The serenity was quickly broken by a car horn beeping outside followed by a text alert on Finns phone. 

BRAT NO.2  -

“Oi! Save some of her for the rest of us Finn >_< get your ass down here! We’re gonna be late!”  

Finn shook his head, “That boy tests my patience to its limit at the best of times, ive a good mind to put him over my knee’ 

I laughed wiping my eyes with my sleeves “Only if you let me watch” 

He smiled and held me close, “I can stay, if that’s what you need?” 

I shook my head and released him from the hug, “No. its okay, you go kick ass! I’m gonna jump in the shower and try to get in a quick nap before I crack on with those books, can’t defer the exam forever!” 

“We will be back before you know it” Finn said softly 

“Less than a minute?” I half smiled

“Less than a minute” He returned the all too familiar phrase. Finn kissed my forehead before getting his bag of the chair and reaching into his pocket to get his phone that had started to ring. He answered the call whilst slumping his bag over his shoulder and nodding his head goodbye to me before heading out the door. 

“Dominik, I am telling you now! I swear to god if you don’t…” Finns voice faded out as he continued down the hotel hallway, the door closing behind him. 

Taking a deep breath I shook off the heavy emotional cloak weighing me down and headed for the shower. 

4 HOURS LATER   - 

Looking around the rather large hotel room we had booked for the night I came to wonder; anyone would have thought we would have been used to this horrendous decor by now. No matter where we stayed every room felt much the same, whether it was the dismal wall art, low pressure shower heads or dull painted walls that felt like they were closing in. Though I knew the others were not fazed by it, they very rarely spent a lot of time in these rooms, aside from catching up on missed sleep or dancing the devils tango with any sparing energy the four of them would be in the gym or at the WWE training centers for live shows or TV. 

Sitting here I couldn’t steady my mind, I felt lost, lonely, empty even. It wasn’t their fault, they showered me in affection, I could want for nothing but more time with them. Yet it wasn’t that either, no amount of time in the arms of Rhea could fix the damage, she was the only woman I could love with the entirety of my heart, but as incredible as she was, even Rhea Bloody Ripley couldn’t fight off the demons inside me. 

The deeper I looked the more the world felt wrong. It all felt alien, uneasy, I wondered if it was just me, was I the problem? I checked the time, just after 10pm, they would be back soon enough, why did that bring about such panic, an anxiety drowning my heart, my breathe hitched and I felt it. You just know don’t you, it could have been years, weeks, days, hours or minutes that you had been fighting the voices in your head, the devil on your shoulder, but I was so lost in it all I just wanted to be alone. 

Slipping  off the bed I pulled on my socks and trainers and headed for the door. Pausing in the doorway I felt my heart sink a little, maybe this was it, maybe I wasn’t what I had promised I would be. 

A single tear fell down my cheek as I closed the hotel room door behind me, leaving my phone and keys on the nightstand. I needed to break free, only time would tell how long for, but I needed to feel. I needed to escape the War inside my head and the only way I knew how to do that, was to run. 

1 HOUR LATER   - 

Rhea and Dom walked through the carpark with his arm wrapped around her waist as they headed towards the rental car. It had been a hard night for them and all they wanted was to climb into bed with their girl and sleep. Damien followed just behind the both of them carrying the groups bags. Finn bringing up the rear of the group was locked into his phone, his face filled with concern for their girl who hadn’t responded to a single text all evening. They had received a message from the WWE management team that they could leave early to limit fan interaction ahead of SummerSlam. 

Climbing into the rental car Dom, Rhea and Damien waited for Finn. 

“Maybe she fell asleep studying?” Dom asked as Finn sat in the back passenger seat. 

Rhea had her phone up to her ear listening to a never ending ringing on the other end, Voicemail again. “Bunny? please call me back.” She ended the call and looked up to Damien in the drives seat. 

“Priest, Floor it!” 

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Reaching the hotel all four of them raced from the car inside, adrenaline fed through them as they reached the hotel room. 

Hands shaking Rhea swiped the card multiple times before holding it still long enough to enter. The realization. The Silence. It was deafening.

Damien rushed in to check the bathroom as Finn scrambled around the room with Dom, looking for something, for someone they knew wasn’t there. Rhea stood frozen in the doorway, in silence, her eyes locked in. 

“Rhea?” Dom hastily rushed over, hand on her shoulder as he turned to her eye line. There it was, on the bedside table. 

Finn edged his way over to the bedside as Damien came back into the room. Hands shaking nervously Finn reached down and picked up Y/N phone and hotel keycard. 

They all shared a look between each other, a look of fear and confusion. What were they meant to do now? Where did Y/N go? 

“I shouldn’t of left her…” Finn held the phone tightly pacing the same two steps over. “I could see it, I saw it, I shouldn’t of left her…” Finn repeated again. 

“Finn?” Dom hesitantly questioned his actions. 

Rheas demeanor quickly turned and she slammed her hand against the doorframe and rushed out followed by Finn and Damien desperate to find their girl. 

“Dom stay here! In case she comes back!” Damien yelled, he paused in the hall before rushing back to the room and holding Dominick’s face in his hands. “We will find her, I promise, we will all be back before you know it” Damien kissed his forehead before turning and running back out the door. 

Dom was frozen on the spot, he couldn’t move, he looked around the room at abandoned study books, half unpacked suitcases and clothing discarded on the floor. He felt smaller than ever before, his heartbeat felt cold, his chest filled with butterflies and his hands cold to touch. 

Walking over to the window that stood from floor to ceiling he held his hand to his chest tearing up at the rain lashing down outside . “Less than a minute?” 

[syndrossi]

Super niche question. But I’m a big fan of the theory Jon will be resurrected with ghost features ie white hair, red eyes. And my question is if Jon Redfort shared these features (basically being an albino.) how would that change the dynamics?

Would Raymar/rhaegar be forced to dye his hair. There would be a difference between silvery gold and stark white hair. How would Allard treat Jon. And how would Daemon react to it.

Again, super niche question, but I love thinking of these small what if.

Hmm, interesting thought exercise! I think having two very light-haired children, even if one is clearly albino rather than Valyrian-colored, does really draw attention to the child that is. Maybe you can get away with it by still dying Raymar's hair, since albinoism is something that does show up occasionally, but once the dye stops taking, then you have problems.

(I think Allard would have found the albinoism creepy, as was likely a common response, and avoided both children as much as possible.)

I do wonder if Rhea ends up biting the bullet and actually contacts Daemon at that point (I think it would have been when they were five-ish). Because the alternative is to basically hide them away somewhere that no one can see these very oddly colored "Redfort" children, and Rhea was very much against Allard's fostering plans because she did love them.

I suspect what happens is that she brings them to Runestone at age five, planning to perhaps keep them at the Royce summer estate, but ends up spending a lot of time with them and wanting them to be a permanent part of her life rather than some shameful secret she keeps locked away. At which point she probably sends a raven to Daemon.

Daemon being Daemon, Jon's albinism would just be a reflection of his child being special. (Not that Rhaegar isn't! They're both perfect!) But he would get to meet them three whole years earlier, which would be huge. They're so much more pick-up-able at that age! And needy! (Daemon craves, more than anything, being needed.)

[witchthewriter]

Can you write about how daemon would treat his bastard child if he had one?

In the time when he was married Lady Rhea Royce, Daemon would have had many different ...romps... er time with women ... probably on their wedding night too.

I can see him having a bastard child by one of the ladies in court at Runestone. And then completely forgetting about them. Say it was a girl (because I feel like Daemon is such a girl dad, specifically because of Baela and Rhaena). I think the girl would want to know more about herself.

She would feel alienated at Runestone, because of Rhea Royce - I'm not sure how kind she is, so I feel like she would give the bastard's mother money and would kick them both out. Now the girl has a vendetta against Daemon:

You took away my mother's good position at a good House

I never had a father in my life

I was looked down on and taught to be ashamed of how I came into this world

𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝑫𝒂𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏'𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒆𝒘:

Would he think about the child from time to time? Possibly. I mean who knows what goes on in his head. But even with his own girls, he rarely has a relationship with them. Well, we do know that he wants Targaryen's to stay as rulers, he wants the House to last and be a brilliant legacy.

Therefore, Daemon could quietly acknowledge the girl, perhaps ensuring her well-being without making a public declaration. This would align with his penchant for defying tradition but also maintaining control over his narrative. And maintaining control is something that Daemon goddamn loves.

If the girl could serve a political purpose—such as forming an alliance or strengthening his position—Daemon might seek to legitimize her. However, this would depend on the context and his personal standing at the time.

If the girl exhibited Targaryen traits (e.g., silver hair, violet eyes, or dragonriding potential), Daemon might be inclined to acknowledge or even favor her, seeing her as a reflection of his own greatness. Conversely, if the girl did not outwardly show Valyrian features, Daemon’s reaction could be more dismissive, especially if legitimizing or supporting the child would harm his political standing.

[anotherjheastan]

This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley Fanfic

CW: none (let me know if I missed any)

Chapter 1 | Chapter List

Chapter 2: Could We Be More?

August 20, 2024 

Rhea woke up, her head pounding. Her phone was ringing and Damian was knocking on her door. She groaned as she dragged herself out of bed. She unlocked the door and held it open just wide enough for him to push. She plopped back on the bed while he came in.

“We’re alone, right?” Damian asked, looking around.

“Yeah Jey wouldn’t come in,” she said. She put her hand on her forehead. Why did she say that? 

“Jey?” Damian asked, holding out her smoothie.

She took it and sipped, avoiding his eyes. “Um yeah. We chatted, he walked me to my room. That’s it.”

He took a small bottle of Aleve out of his pocket and handed it to her. “Mmm, that’s it, huh?”

She took the bottle. “That’s it.”

She put the pill in her mouth and swallowed it with some of her smoothie.

Damian watched her curiously. 

“Nothing happened, Priest. Geez.” Rhea stood up and grabbed some workout clothes from her bag.

“I didn’t say anything,” he said, sipping his smoothie. 

“Yeah, but you’re watching me,” Rhea said, as she headed to the bathroom to change.

“I’m just trying to imagine drunk you approaching Jey cuz something is telling me you approached him.”

Rhea glared at him before closing the door. Damian laughed. 

“I knew it!” he yelled excitedly. 

Rhea smiled, shaking her head. She wasn’t drunk enough to forget what she said to him or his response. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, wondering if there could be more than a fling between them. To answer that question, she realized she would have to get to know him. And the thought of that didn’t unnerve her. 

She put on her clothes and pulled her hair into a short ponytail. She studied her reflection. She looked tired. Rhea sighed as she turned to leave the bathroom. 

Rhea walked back over to the bed and checked her phone. She frowned, slightly disappointed there was no text from Jey. 

“What? Your man didn’t text you?” Damian asked. 

Rhea scowled at him. “Are we going to the gym or are you gonna wait for that smoothie to settle first?”

“Let’s go,” Damian said.

They put their smoothies in the fridge. As they headed out the door, Damian said, “Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll text you later.”

Rhea elbowed him and Damian laughed, gently pushing her. 

They got to the gym and, of course, Jey was there. Rhea froze at the door and Damian pushed her, grinning like an idiot. Jey was working out with dumbbells with headphones on, his shirt off. His back was to them. They walked over to the treadmills and sat in front of them to stretch. Rhea’s eyes drifted over to Jey every so often, studying the tattoo on his back. When Rhea stood up to step on the treadmill, she glanced at Jey again and their eyes met. Jey smiled and Rhea smiled back. 

“Sup Damian,” Jey said, taking his eyes off Rhea. 

“What’s up, Jey?” Damian said. He stepped on the treadmill. “Thanks for keeping an eye on Rhea.”

Jey smiled. Rhea rolled her eyes and focused intensely on the treadmill dashboard. 

“No problem,” Jey said.  

Rhea set her warm up pace and looked up. Her eyes met Jey’s. He smiled at her before turning away. Rhea didn’t realize she was smiling until she looked at her phone. She played Motionless in White’s album Reincarnate and tried not to think about her and Jey together. 

***

Freshly showered and dressed, Rhea headed downstairs with her bag. She checked out and waited for Damian. She spotted Dom and Liv outside waiting for an Uber. They were grinning, talking to each other. Dom leaned in to kiss her and Rhea gagged. 

“Yeah they’re a bit much,” Jey said. 

Rhea jumped and turned, looking at him. She covered her face as her cheeks turned red. 

“My bad. I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jey said. He tried to suppress his chuckle, but failed. 

“It’s okay,” Rhea said.

She glanced around for Damian, wondering where the hell he was. Her eyes met Jey’s again. Nerves fluttered in her stomach. She spit out her thoughts before she changed her mind. 

“You didn’t text me,” she said, matter-of-factly. 

“Oh you were expecting a text?” Jey asked, smiling.

Rhea shrugged. “I mean…not really expecting…I just figured…”

“Well I wanted to see if you were interested in more than just a fling.”

Rhea looked away, biting her lip. She gripped the handle on her suitcase tighter.

“I wouldn’t mind getting to know you,” she said, meeting his eyes after she finished talking.

He smiled. “Cool. Be on the lookout for a text then.” 

She smiled. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

“Why are you even interested in me?”

“Oh that’s easy. You’re beautiful. Fearless. Strong. Loyal, probably to a fault. But I can relate. You seem to have a good sense of humor. I feel like I’m always hearing you laugh backstage. You have a beautiful laugh by the way.”

Rhea blushed and looked down, studying her beat-up platform Converse. 

“As we get to know each other better,” he started. She looked at him. “I hope you’ll find some things you like about me.”

“I can name something already,” Rhea said, gently bumping into him.

“What’s that?” 

“You’re a gentleman,” Rhea said. 

They stared into each other’s eyes for a second, both smiling. Rhea’s eyes shifted to his lips. She licked her lips. Surprised she was actually thinking about what kissing him would be like. 

“Oh look who we have here,” Damian said. Rhea rolled her eyes and was surprised to hear Kayden giggle. That’s why he was taking forever. She turned around and gave him a grimace. She smiled sweetly at Kayden. 

“Hi Kayden,” Rhea said.

“Hi Rhea,” Kayden said. “Don’t be too hard on him. I told him not to tease you.”

“I will be nice only for you, Kayden. Will you also need a ride to the airport?”

“If you don’t mind, I’d really appreciate it,” Kayden said.

“Yeah no problem,” Rhea said. 

“Wait, how are you getting home?” Jey asked.

“I’m driving,” Rhea said. “I’m in Orlando.”

“That’s right,” Jey said. “I’m in Orlando too.”

Jey and Rhea talked about where in Orlando they were going and realized they didn’t live too far from each other. 

“Maybe we can hang out sometime,” Jey said. 

“Yeah, maybe,” Rhea said, smiling. 

“Sorry to break this up, but we have a plane to catch,” Damian said. 

“Oh, are you also going to New York, Kayden?” Rhea asked. 

Kayden smiled and looked away shyly. “Yep.” 

“Oooooo,” Jey said. 

Kayden hit him playfully. Jey and Rhea laughed. Damian shook his head. 

“Well let’s get going,” Rhea said. 

She glanced at Jey, unsure of what she was feeling. Was it sadness? Disappointment? All she knew was that she wasn’t happy leaving him. His eyes met hers, a small smile on his face. She wondered if he felt the same way. 

“See ya, Jey,” Rhea said. 

“Hey, if you want some company on the road, give me a call,” Jey said. 

“Umm, I actually think it’s your turn to call me,” Rhea said, with a wink. “But I’ll keep that in mind.” 

Jey chuckled, nodding his head. “I got you. Drive safe.”

“You too,” Rhea said. 

Jey said goodbye to Damian and Kayden and then the three of them headed outside. 

“So…are you and Jey becoming a thing?” Kayden asked.

Rhea shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think I’m starting to like him.”

“Girl talk on your own time, please,” Damian said. 

“Why? Worried about what I’ll say about you?” Kayden asked. 

Damian’s mouth dropped and Kayden and Rhea burst out laughing. 

***

Rhea had been driving for about an hour when the phone rang. Jey’s name popped on the caller ID. She smiled. She had been thinking about him off and on.

“Hey,” Rhea answered. 

“What’s up?” he replied. “How’s your drive going?”

“Pretty good. I can’t complain. How’s your drive?”

“It’s been pretty good too,” he said. “So since you wanted me to call you, what you wanna talk about?”

Rhea laughed. “Is that what I said?” 

“That’s what I heard,” Jey said, chuckling. 

“Umm I don’t know,” Rhea said. “Why don't you tell me about the movies you like to watch?”

They talked about scary movies and action movies. They went on to talk about their pets, Rhea’s two dogs and Jey’s one dog, and all types of music.

Before she knew it, an hour and a half passed. She was almost home. 

“Wow, we've been talking for almost two hours,” Rhea said. “That’s wild.” 

“Yeah that time flew,” Jey said. “You’re fun to talk to.” 

Rhea blushed, relieved they weren’t on FaceTime.  “You’re fun to talk to too.”

Silence settled between them. Rhea gently tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, happy she was feeling something other than sad. The past couple of weeks had been rough. Damian had been there, checking on her and cheering her up. But it was nice that she had another…friend. 

“I have some running around to do this week, but we can grab some Waffle House Friday morning if you’re free,” Jey said. 

“I can do Friday morning,” Rhea said. 

“I can pick you up.”

“I’ll meet you there. Between the gym and figuring out what to wear, don’t be surprised if I’m late,” Rhea said.

“Okay,” Jey said with a chuckle. “For the record, you’ll look amazing in anything.”

“Thanks Jey,” Rhea said, blushing again. 

“I’ll talk to you later. I’m about to be home,” Jey said.

“Same. Talk to you later.”

Jey hung up the phone. Rhea sighed, turning down the volume as her metal music resumed. She pulled into her driveway, trying not to think about how much she was looking forward to breakfast Friday morning.

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I do, forever.

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Reader

Word count: 1102

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The day had arrived—the day you had dreamed of, planned for, and imagined a million times. Your wedding day. You were supposed to be walking down the aisle soon, but instead, you found yourself pacing nervously in the bridal suite, your heart pounding in your chest. 

The elegant white dress you’d chosen months ago now felt constricting, the once delicate lace clinging to your skin in a suffocating embrace. Your hands shook slightly as you held onto the fabric, staring at your reflection in the large mirror before you. This was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but all you could feel was anxiety gnawing away at your resolve.

Rhea—the love of your life, your best friend, and your confidante—was waiting for you at the altar. She was the one person who had always made you feel safe, loved, and cherished. But in this moment of panic, none of that seemed enough to quiet the storm raging inside your mind. 

Doubts flooded your thoughts, pushing aside the excitement you had felt only hours ago. What if she doesn't really want this? The thought echoed in your mind, relentless and unforgiving. What if she feels trapped?Rhea was larger than life, a WWE superstar with an intense, vibrant career. And you…you were just you.

You sat down on the plush chair near the window, your hands twisting the fabric of your dress as you tried to breathe through the rising tide of fear. What if this was all too much? What if she realised today that she didn’t want this commitment? What if…what if this was a mistake?

Your maid of honour, who had been quietly adjusting her dress across the room, noticed your distress. She crossed the room quickly, kneeling down beside you and gently placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey,” she said softly, her voice filled with concern. “What’s going on? You’re freaking out.”

You tried to hold it together, but the words tumbled out before you could stop them. “What if…what if Rhea doesn’t really want to do this? What if she feels like she’s making a mistake?” Your voice trembled as the fears you had been trying to suppress found their way to the surface.

Your maid of honour blinked at you for a moment, then shook her head with a soft laugh. “Are you kidding me? You two are perfect for each other. She’s crazy about you. But hold on—let me call her, okay? You need to hear it from her.”

Before you could protest, she was already dialling Rhea’s number. She put the phone on speaker so you could hear the other side of the conversation.

The phone rang twice, and each second felt like an eternity. Finally, Rhea’s voice came through the speaker—deep, comforting, and familiar. “Hey, babe, what’s up? Everything okay?”

Your maid of honour smiled at you reassuringly before speaking. “Rhea, we’ve got a bit of a nervous bride here. She’s freaking out that you don’t really want to do this. Can you calm her down?”

There was a brief pause on the other end, and you held your breath, terrified of what Rhea might say. But then, you heard her chuckle softly, and the tension in your chest loosened just a little.

“Babe,” Rhea said, her voice warm and full of love, “do you really think I’d be standing here in this dress, sweating bullets, waiting for you if I didn’t want this?”

You bit your lip, tears pricking at your eyes as her words sank in. You could picture her perfectly—standing somewhere, probably in front of a mirror herself, looking every bit as confident and breathtaking as ever. And yet, in her voice, you could hear the same vulnerability that had always been a part of your relationship. Beneath her larger-than-life persona, Rhea was just as human as you were.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she continued, her tone growing more serious. “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You’re the one, and nothing—not even a little stage fright—is going to change that.”

You could hear the smile in her voice, and it made your heart swell. “We’re in this together, okay? Now, take a deep breath and come down that aisle so I can marry the love of my life.”

Your maid of honour squeezed your hand as you wiped away a tear, feeling the weight lift off your chest. Rhea's words were exactly what you needed to hear.

“Okay,” you whispered, a small smile finally breaking through your nerves. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Can’t wait,” Rhea replied softly before hanging up.

Your maid of honour grinned at you, her eyes sparkling with relief. “See? She’s ready to spend forever with you. Now let’s get you ready to walk down that aisle.”

You nodded, a newfound sense of calm washing over you. This was it. You were ready. Because Rhea was right—this was what you both wanted. And nothing, not even a little fear, could stand in the way of that.

As you stood and took one last look at yourself in the mirror, you realised something important. This day wasn’t just about the flowers, the dress, or the ceremony. It wasn’t even about the wedding itself. It was about the commitment you were making to each other—a commitment that had been growing between you since the day you’d met. You and Rhea had already built something beautiful together, and this was just one more step in that journey.

Your heart steadied as you allowed yourself to fully embrace the joy of the moment. When the time came, you took your maid of honour’s arm, and together, you made your way to the doors that led to the aisle. The music swelled, and as the doors opened, you stepped into the soft light of the room.

And there she was. Rhea stood at the end of the aisle, tall and strong, her eyes locked on yours. The room faded away as you walked toward her, your heart beating in time with each step. The nervousness that had gripped you earlier seemed like a distant memory now. All that mattered was the woman waiting for you.

As you reached her, she took your hand in hers, her grip firm and steady, grounding you as always. Her thumb brushed gently over your skin, a silent promise of the life you were about to start together.

“I do,” she whispered, even before the vows were exchanged. And you smiled, because you knew you would too.

Forever.

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House of the Dragon did not understand Team Black

Hi! This is a follow up post I made about the characterization of the team green Targaryens and now I want to continue the idea explaining how the showrunners did not understand Team Black, or— speaking frankly– Fire and Blood and ASOIAF.

It’s well known that HBO wants to sell ASOIAF as a magical realism series (a literary or artistic genre in which realistic narrative and naturalistic technique are combined with surreal elements of dream or fantasy.) for grown ups, because obviously fantasy is made only for children (side eye). Clearly, that is not what ASOIAF, or in this case Fire and Blood, is. Sure, Fire and Blood may be written like a history book, but that doesn’t mean it’s intended to reflect simple realism. The style is immersive, designed to make readers feel like they’re stepping into the world of Westeros, as if they’re reading the same histories that characters like Jon Snow or Robb Stark might study or to say “This is the book Arianne Martell read and that’s why she compares herself to Rhaenyra!” The narrative is designed to deepen the experience, not to be treated as a purely factual, realistic recounting of events.

House of the Dragon presents itself as a gritty drama, it’s based on Fire and Blood, which is fundamentally a story about Daenerys Targaryen’s legacy and what made her different from the rest of her family. The show’s treatment of Rhaenyra and Alicent, in particular, seems to miss the mark. The show implies that the animosity between Rhaenyra and Alicent was entirely fabricated by the men around them, reducing the complex political and emotional dynamics at play to a simple misunderstanding. But in the books, we don’t need a Renly chapter to know he didn’t view war like Stannis did. We don’t need a Lysa Arryn chapter to know how deeply it affected her to have her child aborted. Their actions speak. You know the lyric from Taylor Swift “You are what you did”? Well, that really applies here.

Daemon, for example. The show’s decision to portray him as someone who ignores or mistreats his wives—especially with the murder of Rhea—is a significant change from the character in Fire and Blood. We don’t need to see him committing such extreme acts for him to remain morally ambiguous; his decisions and actions throughout the story are enough to paint him as a complex figure. We didn’t need to hear how he needed to realize he was not meant to be king. Over and over again, we needed to see him play the game.

The portrayal of Team Black, in general, is a big problem. Yes, they’re flawed—nobody in Westeros is perfect—but they’re also a family united by love and loyalty. The Targaryen family in Fire and Blood was often fractured, but Team Black showed a different side of the Targaryen legacy: a family that, despite their flaws, stood together—it was quite obvious the GRRM wanted to make them the “more Targaryen” team. And as I mentioned in my earlier post, Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne was legally solid–she was made heir by her father, oaths were made, she had the most dragons, the most heirs, more family members on her side and four out of eight great families were on her side (just to clarify, Aegon had two, Baratheon and Lannister).  The narrative of Fire and Blood is about a woman who, despite being the woman for the job, faces an uphill battle for the throne due to the misogyny of her time.

Team Black is the “right side” in the Dance of the Dragons, not necessarily the good side, but the rightful side. Their cause is legitimate, and yet House of the Dragon asks us to sympathize with everyone—Rhaenyra, Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, and the rest. This doesn’t work in a narrative like Fire and Blood, where the characters’ motivations are clear-cut, even if they’re morally complex. In House of the Dragon, the show seems to want us to feel empathy for every character, which ultimately dilutes the central conflict. If everyone’s equally tragic or flawed, what makes Team Black’s struggle so important? This is not ASOAIF where we have multiple characters that are good opposing one another in some way or another. For example, Ned is seen as a good guy, and so is Daenerys, but she doesn’t like him, and that doesn’t make her a bad guy. 

Team Black Characters are the heroes of the story, Rhaenyra is the hero of the Dance.

When one talks about heroes, one thinks of Superman or Naruto, good guys. But ASOIAF is famous because every character is flawed, even the heroes. In fact, a hero is not equal to a good person.

“As a literary device, a hero can be defined as the principal character of a literary work. The term hero has been applied, not only in the classical sense, but also in modern literature, as the principal character of a story, play or novel.” (Hero - Examples and Definition (literarydevices.net)) 

Rhaenyra is the hero of the story, Aegon is the villain. That is literally the story.

That doesn’t mean the story is plain or boring. They are humans. That’s what GRRM does best, and while I already talked about Aegon, let’s go with Rhaenyra.

From the beginning we know who she is. 

“At the center of the merriment, cherished and adored by all, was their only surviving child, Princess Rhaenyra, the little girl the court singers dubbed “the Realm’s Delight.” Though only six when her father came to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra Targaryen was a precocious child, bright and bold and beautiful as only one of dragon’s blood can be beautiful. At seven, she became a dragonrider, taking to the sky on the young dragon she named Syrax, after a goddess of old Valyria. At eight, the princess was placed into service as a cupbearer…but for her own father, the king." 

"She was very proud and stubborn, and there was a certain petulance to her small mouth."

"Though Rhaenyra could be charming, she was quick to anger and never forgot a slight."

She is a typical princess, like Viserra or Alyssa before her, Rhaenyra knows her position well and is not scared of using her influence and power in her favor. She was raised in comfort and security, cherished by all. Later on we get to know she might have taken a few lovers, some hinted, some are theories, this is not about shipping (like Harwin Strong, Daemon, Laena) there was nothing anyone could do except for the king. And that is not wrong. Laenor and her might have been in an agreement that his parents didn’t mind, and neither did the king. The Velaryon boys were more than likely his. If the king didn’t mind, no one else should. That includes the queen. The show seems to want to make a bigger deal of the “bastard” issue, particularly with Alicent calling Rhaenyra’s children bastards. This, too, is a distortion of the story. In a monarchy, the legitimacy of heirs is decided by the king, and in this case, King Viserys recognized Rhaenyra’s children as his own.

In The Crown, Prince Philipp says “Currently I’m outranked by my 8 year old son” and Queen Elizabeth answers with “Yes, of course, he is the heir to the throne”.

Even in real life, it doesn’t matter how powerful a consort is. The heir outranks them every time. Alicent should have been shown as a smarter queen because Rhaenyra could have had her tongue for that. Rhaenyra’s children are not bastards. It’s ambiguous in the book because them being bastards were rumors from court, like the one Littlefinger made up about sleeping with Catelyn or Cersei’s about Margaery’s lovers; they were made by the opposing faction. But they were recognized by the crown, the king, the father, and the realm. So no, Rhaenyra’s claim was not sullied by her children. And no, she was not a bad person if her children were bastards. And no, it was not the same as Cersei. Rhaenyra is queen, so her line is the one that matters. The children from her second marriage are also heirs because of her. Alyssa Velaryon’s children from Rogar, despite being Jaehaerys' half-siblings, were not heirs because Alyssa is not the ruling queen. She is a consort, like Cersei.

Just as Aegon IV’s legitimization of his bastards went unchallenged because it was the king’s will, Rhaenyra’s status as heir should have been final.

The Dance is meant to have a hero who is flawed and a villain that has a reason.

But in House of the Dragon, we’re left to wonder who we’re supposed to root for. The show’s insistence on moral ambiguity and “grayness” across the board makes it harder to connect with Rhaenyra as the story’s central figure. There’s no room for her to be angry, to take action, to show that she’s not just a pawn in a larger game—she’s a woman fighting for her right to rule. She should have been shown as a more assertive and strong-willed character, capable of standing up for herself in a world that constantly undermines her. She should have moments where we disagree with her, but ultimately, the show wants us to empathize with everyone, but the show is missing the point. Rhaenyra is the tragic hero of this story—her flaws, her ambition, and her fight for power should be central to the narrative. The show seems to misunderstand her complexity, as well as the larger political context that defines her struggle. The Dance of the Dragons isn’t about a bunch of characters fighting for the throne; it’s about the consequences of a society that refuses to allow a woman to sit on the Iron Throne, no matter how capable she is.

Team Black Characterization

Let’s go back to Daemon. Daemon was loved as he was hated, so yes, he can be the internet boyfriend. He is GRRM's favorite character!

Said by the producer: 

"Daemon would have let his brother fall flat on his face. In other words, aren’t all of Daemon’s moments, even the seemingly benevolent ones, ultimately self-serving?"

Hess replied: “I agree with you. He’s become Internet Boyfriend in a way that baffles me."

That was an obvious incorrect interpretation of his character, wherever you see it, but what baffles me is in contrast, the show doesn’t seem to hold Aegon accountable for his more heinous actions, like rape.

Before the marriage to Laena, Daemon’s passion for Rhaenyra was undeniable. Yes, their relationship was controversial, but like the romance between Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen, it’s framed as a love story. Daemon loved Rhaenyra, and when he couldn’t have her, he "moved on." Just to be clear, their love story is a very important factor in each other's life, his marriage with Laena, him loving her, does not change it. Anyway! He married Laena, killed a man to be with her, and raised his children with her—Rhaena and Baela—who were cherished regardless of their gender or lack of dragon (in Rhaena’s case). For a time, Daemon raised his daughters alone after Laena’s death. After his marriage with Nyra, surely they had a time when they relied solely on him. He never sent one away. He kept them close. In fact! During the Driftmark incident, the girls were never there. He was the only adult who didn’t have any of his children involved.

Joffrey had run to get his brothers when Aemond took to the sky, and both Jace and Luke had come to his call. The Velaryon princelings were younger than Aemond—Jace was six, Luke five, Joff only three— but there were three of them, and they had armed themselves with wooden swords from the training yard. Now they fell on him with a fury. Aemond fought back, breaking Luke’s nose with a punch, then wrenching the sword from Joff’s hands and cracking it across the back of Jace’s head, driving him to his knees. As the younger boys scrambled back away from him, bloody and bruised, the prince began to mock them, laughing and calling them “the Strongs.” Jace at least was old enough to grasp the insult. He flew at Aemond once again, but the older boy began pummeling him savagely…until Luke, coming to the rescue of his brother, drew his dagger and slashed Aemond across the face, taking out his right eye. By the time the stableboys finally arrived to pull apart the combatants, the prince was writhing on the ground, howling in pain, and Vhagar was roaring as well.

Rhaena was sent to live in luxury during the war, and he never allowed them to get hurt or punished. The storyline with Laena and his twins are not a waste of paper, they are meant to show how much Daemon changed, we are meant to compare his treatment of Rhea (arranged by his grandmother) and Laena (marriage of love) and Rhaenyra (marriage of love and also the person he loved the most) He was charismatic and loyal, he loved his brother, we can assume he was on good terms with Rhaenys. Daemon evolved from a wild, impulsive youth into a family man and a strategic military leader, ultimately giving his life to protect his wife and demonstrate his loyalty.

As for Jace, he was never sidelined or ignored—Rhaenyra understood his role as her heir and supported him. Jace, full of youthful energy, was not just an heir but a skilled strategist in his own right, much like Margaery Tyrell, knowing how to play the game. He loved his family and fought fiercely for them until his last breath. Baela and Rhaena, Daemon’s daughters, were brave and intelligent. Baela had a dragon, but if Rhaena had one, she too would have fought alongside her siblings. The twins were clever and courageous, as we see in the post-Dance regency when they were still teenagers. Luke, too, was a strong character—great with a sword and a worthy heir to Driftmark. His death haunted his family until they all died, his death is the Ned Stark moment of the Dance. Joffrey was older, he was rougher than his brothers, and the most like Daemon, the three Velaryon boys were loved by Corlys AND RHAENYS. Aegon III was older too, and more than likely, he was Daemon’s pride as he had already lost one son, and it was his first with the woman he had fallen in love with years ago. Viserys should’ve had moments of childishness to show and establish his character since he is the ancestor of Daenerys.

Rhaenys’ character, in particular, was wasted in House of the Dragon. Rhaenys knew the game as well,if not better, than Otto. She was fiercely protective of her family and cherished all of her grandchildren. Her death should’ve reflected that! She should be shown having that arrogance and lack of patience the Baratheons had and show her as THE adult against the greens before Rhaenyra came of age.

Corlys Velaryon’s character was another missed opportunity. He should have been shown as a more morally complex figure—an ambitious man with his own secrets, including affairs, showing more why he was called a snake, show why he was intimidated by Rhaenys, show his love for his grandchildren but more than that, how much he loved all the power they would get. Explore how his wealth is influential, that was leverage, like Olenna held the power of Highgarden over Tywin’s head.

These characters are not just “good” or “bad”—they are complex individuals, each with their own motivations, flaws, and growth arcs. The show missed an opportunity to dive deeper into their relationships, their ambitions, and their internal struggles. The mischaracterization was painful to watch, how they handled Daemon/Rhaenyra, how they handled Daemon/Laena, how they failed to show Rhaenyra's most beloved friend and the reason why Jace, Luke and the twins were betrothed. And all of that happened because they tried to be "realistic" even if all that happened was honestly a parody of GRRM work.

Heroes should be well defined

Defining your hero and making it clear why they deserve the audience's loyalty is the foundation of any good story. A strong show knows its protagonist and ensures the audience is invested in their journey. Game of Thrones did this well, even with limited episodes. They introduced heroes and villains, built complex storylines, and made sure we understood who to root for, despite their characters’ flaws. House of the Dragon, however, faltered by trying to make everything morally ambiguous, blurring the lines of who the audience should support. By not clearly defining Team Black as the protagonists, the show undermined the emotional investment of the audience, making it hard to care about the central conflict. Instead of embracing the complexity that made Game of Thrones compelling, House of the Dragon failed to commit, leaving the audience uncertain of who to root for.

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Okay after that last enemies to lovers one with Rhea where reader is abused imma really need one where Rhea finds the bruises

~~~𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅~~~

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: 𝑰𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔

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𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒌, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐, 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇

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“I love you…”

Rhea pauses. She stares at the road ahead as she slows the car down. Y/n, out of her mind, doesn’t realize what she has said and simply chuckles.

“Why’d you freeze…” Y/n mumbles drowsily, feeling her eyes give up on her and close completely.

Rhea swallows the lump in her throat and speeds up the car, heading to her home.

•••

Y/n whines as she feels herself being shaken away, “no.” She mumbles as she pushes herself against the seat.

“C’mon we’re here.” Rhea sighs as she tries to get the drunken girl awake.

“no.” Y/n says and slowly falls back asleep.

Rhea sighs and rushes towards her door, to open and unlock it before rushing back to her car to get Y/n. She puts her arm under the drunk woman’s head and her other arm under her legs before taking her out slowly and steadily.

Y/n whines as she feels her head loll back before she catches herself and shoves her face in Rhea’s neck, her breathing slowing down.

Rhea feels a chill run down her spine before she shuts the car door and makes her way towards her open door and walks inside her house. Rhea closes the door and makes her way up to her stairs and towards the bathroom.

“I need you to wake up for this process, y/n.” Rhea says softly as she settles Y/n down on the toilet seat.

“No…let me sleep.” Y/n whines as she furrows her eyebrows in her sleep.

“After this you’ll be back to sleep quickly, it’ll be quick.” Rhea pleads and Y/n reluctantly opens her eyes slowly as she stares up at Rhea with low eyes.

Rhea grabs the makeup wipes, “i’m going to take off your makeup, ok?”

y/n shakes her head immediately, “you’ll see them…”

Rhea frowns, “see what?”

Y/n takes in a slow breath, “the bruises…”

Rhea narrows her eyes before slowly wiping away Y/n’s makeup. As the wiping goes on, the bruises start to show. Rhea can see the purple with a hint of yellow as she wipes away at the heavy makeup that y/n took so long in putting on.

“Oh y/n…” Rhea frowns as she wipes the last bit of concealer off to reveal what was behind it.

Y/n stares up at Rhea before looking at the mirror, seeing the bruises. In her drunken state, she tends to be more emotional and seeing what her boyfriend had left behind, took a toll on her. Y/n feels her eyes watering as she stares at Rhea then back at her reflection.

“I’m ugly…” y/n whimpers as she covers her face, “he makes me more uglier everyday…it never stops.” Slowly, the sobs of y/n start coming as she starts crying harder.

Rhea rushes to throw away the wipe and stand in front of the mirror so she didn’t have to look at herself. She crouches down and cups y/n’s face gently and forces her to look at her, as she tries calming herself down.

“Look at me, ay. Look at me…” Rhea says softly as y/n sniffs away and stares at Rhea with such a heartbroken look that makes Rhea’s own heart ache. “You are not ugly. You will never be ugly. The only ugly thing is your boyfriend and those bruises.” She says calmly as y/n evens out her breathing, “i will help you to get away ok? we will do this together ok? we will leave whatever we had behind? I will never do anything to hurt you like he did ok?”

Y/n stares at Rhea and feels herself slowly smile, “You love me?” Her question catches Rhea off guard. “Only someone that loves someone else would say that…I read it.”

Rhea slowly smiles and lets out a laugh, “yeah…i do love you. I loved you for a while now. I just tend to show it differently…I’m sorry.” Rhea sighs.

Y/n leans her forehead on Rhea, feeling herself slowly but surely sober up. “I accept your apology. I’ll only forgive you if you take me out to eat…and cover these bruises up for me tomorrow.” Y/n smiles.

“I promise…” Rhea whispers, “I also promise to protect you from that filth that you called a boyfriend. We will be reporting this to the police and I will get my hands on him, I promise.”

“You’re making a lot of promises you know?” Y/n cheeses as she rubs her nose against Rhea’s. “Do you tend to keep them?”

Rhea leans in and gives y/n a soft passionate kiss. Rhea could feel y/n slowly smile even more in the kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” Rhea pulls away and asks as they stare into each others eyes.

“Absolutely.”