"You're a what?" You ask.
"Archer. Archers come from a long line of hunters. We're naturally inclined to excel in battle. Speed, stamina, instinct and strength. We're exceptional." He answers.
"And Bayley is one?" You ask.
He nods. "That makes sense. She's incredibly strong." You think aloud.
"I'm telling you this because I think it's important for you to know what you're up against." He answers.
"Well that helps me know but it doesn't help me beat her." You reply.
"Well that's the thing. We can give our abilities to others but there's a trade off." He says.
"Tell me!" You say rushing close to him.
"You have to agree to a be my true love. That and we have to develop an earnest connection." He replies.
"Sounds like something you made up." You pout.
"It's real. Women who pair with male archers become Princesses. Men who pair with female archers become Princes. Finn paired with Bayley and you see what he has going on." He replies. He grumbles something at the thought of his nemesis.
"Okay so give me your abilities and I'll bake you a tray of cookies or something." You offer.
"Yeah about that. We don't have a connection." He nervously reveals.
"So all of this does me no good!? You wasted my time!" You reply.
"I can't help you make it hard to be attracted to you!" He replies.
"You're attracted to everyone! I bet you're still thinking about what you saw earlier!" You roar.
"I can't cleanse my mind enough!" He replies.
You both angrily turn away from each other.
" You can leave now." You mumble.
He leaves without further word. Once he's gone you breathe a sigh of relief, and make your way to your couch.
You look up what he mentioned, and it's true.
Archers are kind of like vampires but they don't drink blood. They're just really skilled at a bunch of things. Princesses are a lot similar. If a regular woman falls in love with an Archer she'll be as skilled if not more. It's like she's transformed.
If you and Damian had fallen in love, granted that's virtually impossible. You'd become a princess. Interestingly enough there are a few Archers, Princesses, and Princes in WWE.
"Hold on." You say aloud. You reread a line and almost spit out your water. You scroll through Ricochet's Wikipedia and right there in it is confirmation. Ricochet is one!
You sit your phone aside as an idea arises.
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You arrive at the arena with your luggage in tow. It's easy to maneuver your way through the NXT hallways to the locker room and later Hair and Makeup. Mostly everyone is busy with their own match preparation. Except, Shotzi.
"There you are!" She says running to you. She gives you a massive bear hug, "How are you feeling? Any residual from the Bayley attack?" She asks settling beside you.
"No, none at all. I feel great!" You assure.
"Awesome! I've been thinking, we should roll up on her and attack her. I've been itching to hit her with my tank." She suggests.
"As much as I'd love that you have your own title match to worry about. I'll handle her myself sooner than later." You assure.
"That's the London I love!" She says hugging your arm.
When the hairstylist arrives she begins doing your hair. The time is easily passed as Shotzi talks about her and Tomasso's date by the river. Specifically how he'd randomly chase ducks away because he hates birds. He's weird but she's crazy. A sweet, adorable kind of crazy. So it's kind of a perfect match.
"Have you talked to Ricochet?" She asks. The question gains all of your attention.
"No." You answer plainly. Now the reminder comes washing in. You're his manager now and he's probably scouring the halls in search of you.
You sigh. You're bound to face him soon and the nervousness is overwhelming.
"I'm guessing you're still not into him." She says.
"It's not that. I've been thinking about-----going on a date with him." You reply.
"WHAT?!" She asks.
"Well, I think we could have a connection." You answer.
"London, you hated him literally a few days ago." She reminds.
"I know." You reply.
"Well I hope it's worth the time." She says.
You and her finish getting ready and head your separate ways. Her to get ready, you to find Ricochet. You do just that when you locate him admiring himself in a mirror.
"Hey." You greet with a wave.
"London! How long have you been standing there?" He asks hiding the mirror.
"I just walked up." You laugh nervously.
"Either way, I'm delighted to have your beauty in my presence." He says cupping your hands in his. "What would you like, perhaps a hug, a kiss, a candlit dinner?" He offers.
"Well as your manager I was hoping to offer you advice. We're nearing a huge match for Finn and this may be your shot to cash in. Tonight we have a simple match to clear. I need you to win so you'll be favorable going into Takeover." You reply.
"For you, I'd do anything." He declares.
"That's the spirit!" You reply.
He pulls you closer and places his hands around your waist, "Maybe a kiss for good luck?" He asks. He purses his lips hoping you oblige.
"About that. I was hoping to ask you something." You say. "What?" He inquires.
You look around ensuring the coast is clear, you don't want the conversation eavesdropped on by nosy superstars again. "I've been wondering.....if you'd make me your Princess?" You ask.
"Is that what you want?" He asks.
"Yes, but I can't lie to you. I need to get stronger to defeat Bayley and I know that would help. I'd be happy to find true love too. It wouldn't hurt." You answer.
"Then I'll give you both. But you have to kiss me to seal the agreement." He replies.
You nod.
Like a signature on a contract you kiss your long awaiting suitor. The kiss isn't passionate, to you. But it's like the sweetest of honey to Ricochet.
While it's the vilest of poisons to Damian having witnessed nearby. He angrily turns away.
With the kiss completed Ricochet offers you a smile, "You won't regret this baby." He assures. You nod. His phone rings and he checks it, "Hey, why don't you go to Guerilla and see if you can spot anything to help my tonight or at Takeover." He suggests.
"Good idea!" You reply. You leave to observe the show, he answers the phone only when you're far beyond earshot.
Bayley: Any updates
Ricochet: London fell for it. She's within my grasps. All I have to do is take out Priest and she'll never know our plan.
Bayley laughs: Guess you were right. You're a genius.
Ricochet: I know.
He ends the call and adjusts himself back to his loving persona.
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Priest's Princess (Damian Priest X Reader)
Hayran Kurgu"You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece And now i'm tearing through the pages and the ink Everything is blue His pills, his hands, his jeans And now i'm covered in the colors pull apart at the seams And it's blue." Romance, Fantasy, Dr...
