Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)

Chapter Four: Sweet London

The door to the medical office flings open and Shotzi rushes to your bedside, "My sweet London I'm so sorry!" She cries cradling your head in her arms. "It's not your fault." You say. Mostly to stop yourself from being smothered by her boobs.

"But I wasn't there to help you. I should have walked with you to Gorilla." She sobs. "You couldn't have known Bayley was plotting to ambush me. Either way I'm fine, I'm just a little beat up." You assure.

She releases you and nods, "I was so worried, I've never seen someone get beaten that bad before. I don't think you got a single punch in." She says. That hurt almost as bad as your bruises. "She's little but she's strong." You reply. "I totally believe you." She says.

"Outta my way!" You hear beyond the door in a thick British accent. You sigh at the sound recognizing, it immediately. Pete Dunne bursts in, "Ya got ya ass handed to ya have ya?" He smirks. "Don't talk to my bestfriend like that!" Shotzi defends. "It's fine Shotzi, he's basically my brother. My annoying, loud, brother." You reply, mumbling the end. "What?!" Shotzi asks looking at the two of you. "How is he your brother? You look nothing alike and he's weird?" She asks.

"I trained at the same wrestling school. As I was arriving he was leaving and he's been mentoring me for about 5 years." You explain. "Obviously I did a piss poor job because ya didn't even get a single punch in. Got ya butt absolutely handed to ya." He rubs in. "She was strong!" You repeat. "I don't care if she was Hercules. Ya lay into her like she stole something and if ya start to lose, bite her, scratch her, bend her fingers back or something!" He says.

"I don't fight dirty." You say. "And look where it's got ya?! A one way ticket to the medical office and a bag of peas on ya head." He replies.

"He might be right. London, chaos is good sometimes." Shotzi agrees. Pete nods in agreement. "I think both of you are missing the point. She's stronger than me, faster and tougher too. I just got out done." You reply.

"Then it's settled. Beat her in a match or you'll lose the title of Bruiser Babe." Pete says. "You said I could have it!" You reply. "I want nothing to do with a wimp. No association." He says.

He leaves and Shotzi scoffs, "I must've missed the brotherly love or something.".
"That's how Pete is. I've never seen him not grumpy." You reply.

Pete is hella protective of you, in his own way. He's naturally mean but you and a select few get a more caring side of it.

Still in truth, you worked hard to use that nickname!

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You wake up to your alarm and make your way to the bathroom. As you search for your toothbrush and toothpaste you see the bruise Bayley left. One of many.
When you signed to WWE you never expected this. You got beaten up on national television and didn't get a single punch in. It trended on Twitter for good reason. Fans want you to retaliate, they're calling for it. But you can't.

Bayley is on Smackdown, you are on NXT. She is a seasoned veteran and champion. You're the new girl who happens to be a manager. Worse of all, WWE is the land of hard knocks. No one fights your battles for you, unless you're a villain with a posse. Even still it'll come down to you versus your enemy at some point. Shotzi can't save you, Zelina can't either.

You sigh and brush your teeth before getting into the shower. Once it's done you walk back to your bedroom.

Opening the door to Damian looking at the pictures on your bedside table.

"What are you doing in my apartment!?" You ask. "Relax, I'm only visiting. I heard you taking a shower so I let myself in." He answers. You snatch your picture from his hand and sit it back down, "Get out!" You order. "Or what? You'll put on some clothes?" He asks. You realize you're naked, butt naked at that. Your entire face turns the deepest of red.

"Cover your eyes!" You say.

"London I've seen a woman nake---"

"Close your eyes!!!!!" You demand.

Damian does as you request and turns his back for good measure. You scramble to get dressed mumbling a parade of curse words the entire time, "Pervert." You accuse.

"I'm many things but a pervert isn't one of them. It's not like I like seeing you naked." He replies.

"What does that mean?!" You pause.

"It means you're not exactly the center of my concern but I appreciate all women's bodies so I'll bump you up to 9 out 10 purely out of courtesy." He replies.

"First you offer me to Ricochet, then you lose to him via disqualification, then you break into my house and call me ugly. You are something else, how are you single again?" You ask.

"Haha, but jokes on you. I came to see how you're doing. Everyone wants to know on Twitter." He answers.

"So you came for them? Not because you care about me despite me being your only friend?" You reply. "What do you want me to do, kiss your bruises and make you soup?" He asks. No sarcasm detected in his voice, or the small smile he gives you.

"You can't call me ugly then flirt with me five seconds later!" You answer.

"I'm naturally flirtatious. I need a woman to bare my children one day, what am I supposed to do?" He asks.

"You say it like you're some kind of animal and your main purpose is to have kids---do you even like kids?" You ask.

"Who hates kids?" He questions.

"No one I'd imagine. You just don't strike me as a dad type." You reply.

"Am I appealing to you, reproductive wise?" He asks.

"W--why are you so creepy?" You question replacing the things he's moved.

"London, it's clear I'm not aware of the expectations you've set forth." He replies.

"Be a man. Be receptive of my feelings, respect me. Stop breaking into my apartment!" You answer.

"And if I do that, if  being the word here, you'll allow me into the inner reaches of your soul?" He asks.

"That's a weird way to say tolerate you." You answer.

He smiles, "I believe it's time you know the truth." He says taking off his shirt.