Rhea fic question - I've written the start of two beginning fics that are, in angle, very different, but could easily go the same way. So I ask you, which would you prefer to read, wolf!rhea or demon!rhea? I'm a little bit obsessed with both, so....
A little writing of a style I don't usually indulge in 💜
The Ref And The Champ.
RheaXRefereeReader
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This was by no means your first match as referee.
Why did it feel like it?
Why did this feel so... Possibly life changing, like the world was going to tilt on its axis tonight?
You waited on the announcer, you had many voices in your ear about how the guys backstage wanted this to go, the pressure of being the communication of the whole thing never got less through your career, but it was a whole lot of fun. Getting to watch super human feats of strength and endurance every single night from the advantage point of being literally every single woman's fan here was something spectacular in itself.
Rhea vs Charlotte.
Two of the most incredible wrestlers. Knowing the humans behind their characters, albeit from a far, really did make you root for everyone involved, but you might have had more than a little bias for tonight's match.
A string of chops hit Charlotte's body as you watched on, ready to pounce because you knew these moves, you knew the order faintly enough to know that someone around about this time was going in for a sneaky early pin. You slid to your knees beside them and know your count is only getting to two, you'd have known that if you'd have been in the front row. Rhea doesn't go down so easily.
As much as you loved all of the other challengers, Rhea was the one that was always instantly captivating to you, no matter what she was doing, she could be letting the demon Rhea posses her very being as her song kicked in, or eating a burrito backstage before a match, she always instantly got your attention, and today was no different, even if you never let it show in the ring.
And then she was in your arms for the briefest moment.
That wasn't meant to happen, it was not written in the choreography, nor the script, just a little dodge from Charlotte in the wrong direction and Rhea stumbled.
Your arms immediately slipped under hers, keeping that strong body balanced for a moment as your eyes meet so fleetingly, before remembering the act. You hold your hands up to signal you know it was a mistake, and she mirrored.
The show went on.
The outcome was inevitable.
There was so much to unpack from that moment, and while you made it through the rest of the match, the moment you where backstage, you slumped against the wall with a huff of a sound, closing your eyes and reliving that split second of your life again.
Her hair smelled of coconut and setting spray.
There was a little sheen of sweat and glitter on your arm from holding her upright.
Her black lips just hit the edge of your jaw as she stumbled, the black smudge proving that it wasn't just in your mind, you really did feel that.
The pure muscle weight of her against your body. The honor of holding up a Greek goddess in the flesh...
You where snapped out of your slow motion recall as Rhea came around the corner, the sound of heavy boots on the floor as she held her well earned title over her shoulder, beaming a smile at the guy that was about to interview her.
Listening in for a moment, pretending to be busy doing nothing, you hear her say that her family was here only for a little while, and that she really did enjoy beating the crap out of her challenger. You smile, of course she did.
You find the nearest pen and sticky note, scribbling your number right there onto it, she knew you well enough, so all you added was the first letter of your name, and a quick "Congratulations, gawth queen. Enjoy your family time first, everything else can wait.'" Which you quickly tore off the last part. Can't say that. Too familiar for a work friend. This whole idea was insane. What the fuck.
What. The. Fuck.
Let's do it.
It's been nearly a year. It's now or never.
You breeze past her like you have somewhere to be, tucking the note into her hand with nothing but a nod and quick, not even looking back, gesture with your hand to say goodbye.
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You didn't receive a call that evening, you'd have never of expected it anyway, she was probably enjoying the evening with her family, and you very much hoped that she was, you knew how much she missed them. You could almost see that smile. It had been a long few months of this aching crush that might just come to nothing, but at least you'd know either way and you could.... move on? Carry on simping from afar? Eh. Deep down, you knew it was more than just a surface thing.
KnoKnoKnock.
The sound from the silence of your room nearly chucked you off of your own bed with how high you jumped at it, which at least saved you from having to get up to answer the thing.
Such an impatient and urgent little sound, one knock starting before the other had finished.
Running a hand through your hair, you flung the door open with quite some force, thinking it was the room service, ready to tell them to leave it on the dresser for you.
"Rhea?!" You didn't even know she knew you existed outside of the ring, let alone your room number.
She was still wrecked, her hair was everywhere, make up crazy, still carrying her belt over her shoulder as she took only a short moment to look at you. she was holding a pizza box under her other arm with a victorious smile.
"There's only one other person on the team that loves pineapple on pizza as much as I do." She stepped in, slid the pizza onto the dresser, and dropped her belt as the door closed, launching at you in a heartbeat with the most firery, insane, intense kiss you'd ever experienced in your life, hands tugging at your soft pyjamas for something to hold onto, and if you'd had any braincells left working, you'd have been thankful you didn't decide to bring your Stitch ones with you for tonight.
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If you had of looked back after you gave her that note, you'd have seen her finish what she was saying, and glance down at the note with an immediate little smile.
