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onlyangel4 · 21 days ago

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picking up the broken pieces. seth rollins. roman reigns. final part.

cheater!seth rollins x reader. roman reigns x reader.

synopsis: after your world turns upside down overnight, roman is there to help you put the pieces back together.

faceclaim: eiza gonzález

part one // part two // part three // part four // part five // final part

series taglist: @tinyxrose @daemyratwst @mamis-girly @cutttteeee @pleasantlycrazyworld

authors note: thank you guys so much for all the love on this series. it is by far one of my favourite things i have ever written. if you have any requests do send them in!

y/ninsta posted a story tagging romanreigns

written: scoping out the arena with big man

rollinswwe posted a story tagging beckylynchwwe

written: ready to take out the trash tonight

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standing next to roman backstage you could feel your heart beating quicker than ever before, a sense of anxiety bubbling within you. and roman could feel it to. he looked down at you with soft eyes, "we've got this", he whispered softly in your ear, "everything is going to work out for us, i promise", he spoke as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

becky and seth had already done their entrance, it was a pretentious as them, loud and brash the complete opposite to what you two had planned. a stage hand came up to you giving you nod that it was your turn. and roman gave you one last smile before the whole arena blacked out.

The only sound in the arena was a slow, rhythmic heartbeat pulsing through the speakers, each beat echoing like a war drum. Then the titantron flickered to life, glitching with distorted clips of seth and becky laughing, taunting, standing tall with the championship. then, the images burnt away, revealing footage of your brutal attack, the steel chair crashing down on your knee, the anguish on your face. the screen glitched one more time, this time showing you and roman, side by side, staring straight into the camera.

then the sound of a thunder crack engulfed the entire stadium with fire shooting from the stage.

the heartbeat stopped and was replaced by the booming sound of heavy drums, a deep orchestral version of roman's theme song echoed out into the atmosphere.

At the top of the ramp, you and roman emerged from the flames.

roman stood tall, his black tactical pants streaked with deep red, a gold-trimmed vest covered his chest like battle armour. his red-lined cloak floated behind him, moving like a king leading his army into war. his face was set in stone cold, unshaken, ready for reckoning.

you stood beside him head high, eyes locked on the ring. your deep red two-piece gear gleamed under the flickering flames, the gold flame-like embroidery licking up the sides of your legs and arms like a warrior reborn in fire. a floor-length black cloak, lined in red, drapes over your shoulders, moving like smoke as you walked with fists clenched at your sides, each step a declaration that you are back, and that you are coming for everything that was taken from you.

you both stood still for a moment, staring down at the ring, the flames illuminating your faces in an ominous glow.

then a final explosion was followed by flames illuminating the walk towards the ring

roman took the first step, slow and deliberate, his presence alone commanding the energy in the stadium. you moved beside him, shoulders squared, your determination matching his.

as you reached the ring, roman climbed the steel steps first, holding the ropes open for you to slide through. inside, you threw off your cloak, revealing the full battle-ready attire, while roman removed his vest, cracking his neck.

then, as the lights return, roman raised his fist high in the air while you threw your arms wide, tilting your head back, soaking in the energy.

your message is clear, this isn’t just a match. this is retribution.

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the energy inside the stadium was electric as you and Roman stood across the ring from seth and becky, your former closest allies turned bitter enemies. the tension was thick, the air charged with anticipation as the referee held up the raw women’s championship, displaying what you could gain and what becky could lose from this match. the bell rang, and war began. roman and seth started the match, roman started with a spear the force of their collision shaking the ring. following this seth tried to outmanoeuvre roman, using his speed to dodge and weave, but roman was relentless. he caught seth mid-dodge and threw him into the corner like a ragdoll before decking him with a thunderous clothesline, getting a two count. and when seth got to his feet he barely avoided a superman punch and, desperate for an opening, raked roman’s eyes behind the referee’s back before tagging becky in.

the moment becky stepped into the ring, you were right there, unleashing months of pent up rage in a flurry of strikes, forearm, kick, spinning elbow. becky stumbled back, caught off guard by the fire inside of you that she had previously underestimated. attempting to shift the momentum, becky went for a suplex, but you twisted mid air, landing on your feet and end up cracking Becky with a stiff enzuigiri. just as you went for a running knee strike, seth reached in from outside the ring, tripping your foot and causing you to crash face first into the mat. roman immediately rushed over, chasing seth off, worried expression painting his features. but the distraction allowed becky to slam your knee hard against the mat, targeting the previous injury. you screamed in pain as becky smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing.

from that moment on, becky took full control, isolating you and cutting the ring in half. she targeted your already injured knee with ruthless precision, stomping and locking you in brutal holds. all while seth taunted roman from the apron, laughing, knowing that he was seething with frustration, unable to protect you from the assault on your body. every time you got close to tagging out, becky would yank you back, eventually locking in the dis-arm-her in the centre of the ring. your teeth gritted as you began clawing toward the ropes with everything you had. the crowd erupted as you finally grasped them, forcing becky to break the hold. the damage, however, had been done. you clutched your arm and knee, barely able to gather the energy to stand.

becky set up for the manhandle slam, but you countered at the last second, rolling through and lunging towards the corner. with everything you had left you managed to make the tag. roman exploded into the ring like a force of nature, dropping seth with a massive clothesline, following up with a samoan drop. the crowd roared as he cocked his fist, measuring seth up for a superman punch. but before he could strike, becky jumped on his back, clawing at his face to stop him. you, still hurting, pushed yourrself back into the ring and grabbed becky by her hair, yanking her off of Roman and delivering a thunderous german suplex. the momentum shifted, but seth, desperate, grabbed a steel chair from ringside while the referee was distracted. he swung at roman only for roman to dodge and spear him clean through the ropes, sending the both of them out of the ring.

back inside the ring, you and becky were both staggering to your feet, exhausted. you locked eyes, knowing this was the final stand. becky charged first, but you sidestepped, countering with a devastating final judgment driver, your legal adaptation of a package pile driver. becky’s body hit the mat with a sickening thud. the crowd counted along as you struggled but managed to drape an arm over her chest. one… the crowd waited with baited breath, two… maybe she did it, three, the roof of the stadium practically blew off as the crowd erupted.

the referee handed you the championship, and the weight of it in your hands sent a wave of emotion through you. you had done it, despite everything, you had achieved greatest on the grandest stage of them all. roman slid back into the ring, immediately wrapping his arms around you, steadying you like a life line as you clutched the title close to your chest. as fireworks exploded above the stadium, he pressed his forehead against yours and whispered, “you did it.” you smiled up at him, breathless, as seth sat at ringside, watching them with a mixture of shock and regret. becky lay motionless in the ring, having just lost it all.

as the celebration continued, the roar of the crowd engulfed you. but at one point the crowd got even louder. your eyes looked down the ramp and charlotte was running full pelt right towards you, the brightest smile resting on her lips. she launched herself inside of the ring arms opening wide to pull you into the tightest hug imaginable. that was when the tears fell from your eyes. you were in the ring celebrating your first ever championship win with both your two favourite people by your side. that meant more than anyone else would ever be able to understand. charlotte pulled away from the hug, "i fucking told you. you are stronger than you know", she spoke with a bright smile on her lips before turning to roman. she gave him a hug getting on her tiptoes, "thank you for looking after our girl", she whispered in his ear before slipping back out of the ring so you and roman could continue to soak in your moment.

roman looked down at you, his dark eyes filled with something deeper than pride. he reached out, brushing a strand of sweat dampened hair from your face, his thumb ghosting over the fresh bruise on your cheek. “you did it”, he murmured again, this time softer, more personal.

you barely had time to think before you grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. the crowd exploded. it wasn’t hesitant or unsure. it was raw, passionate, a declaration for the world to see. roman instantly responded, his arms wrapping securely around your waist as he deepened the kiss. the cameras caught every second, the wwe universe watching in stunned silence before breaking into wild cheers. charlotte clapping from ringside, so incredibly happy for you and proud of you for rebuilding your life, after everything you had been through.

at ringside, seth’s expression hardened, his hands gripping his hair in frustration, his regret now fully visible. becky, still struggling to sit up, looked between seth and the couple in the ring, realisation dawning in her tired eyes. she would always be a mistake that cost him the girl he loved.

roman pulled back slightly, his forehead still pressed against yours, and he smirked, his voice just loud enough for the cameras to catch, “guess we don’t have to hide anymore.”

you laughed breathlessly, holding your championship tighter, as the fireworks continued to explode around you. roman was right, you did it, you proved everyone wrong.

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written: if i can do this, you can do anything

romanreigns

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romanreigns: her. us. forever.

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y/ninsta: we did that shit

romanreigns: you did that shit, i was just there to support

charlottewwe: finally my girl is getting the treatment she deserves

romanreigns: she deserves the world

user11: that was one of the best wrestlemania matches ever

user12: this power couple is insane

user13: so proud of y/n

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the adrenaline had faded, replaced by a deep exhaustion that settled in your bones. but neither you or roman could sleep. wrestlemania was over. the war had been won. and now, in the quiet of your hotel room, away from the cameras, the screaming fans, and the chaos of the night, it was just you and roman.

you were sat on the edge of the bed, freshly showered, dressed in one of Roman’s oversized hoodies, the championship belt resting on your lap. you ran your fingers over the gold, tracing the engraved letters, still processing that it was actually yours. across from you, roman stood leaning against the dresser, watching you with an expression so soft it made your heart ache.

"you keep staring," she teased, lifting your gaze to meet his.

roman smirked, pushing off the dresser and walking toward you. "can you blame me? i just watched my girl go out there and prove to the whole world that she’s untouchable." his voice was deep, full of admiration as he crouched in front of you, his hands resting on your thighs. "you're incredible, y/n."

you exhaled, shaking your head with a small, disbelieving laugh. "i couldn't have done it without you, you know."

roman frowned at that, tilting his head slightly. "nah, don't give me that. i was there, sure. but this was all you" he reached up, brushing a gentle thumb over your cheek. "you're stronger than you think, and i need you to see that the way i do."

your chest tightened at his words. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious, something worth protecting, not because you were weak, but because you deserved to be cherished. no one had ever looked at you like that before.

"you make me feel like i can do anything," you whispered, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

roman smiled, moving to sit beside you on the bed, pulling you effortlessly into his lap. his arms circled around you, holding you close as you melted against his chest, your head resting just over his heart. "that’s because you can," he murmured against your hair, pressing a lingering kiss there.

you sat in comfortable silence for a while, the sound of his steady heartbeat grounding you. then, softly, you spoke, barely above a whisper, "i love you, roman.", you confessed for the first time.

his arms tightened around you instantly. he pulled back just enough to look at you, his warm brown eyes searching yours, and for a split second, you worried that you had said too much too soon.

but then he smiled, that slow, breathtakingly beautiful smile, and cupped your face in his hands. "i love you too, y/n," he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. "i think i’ve been in love with you for a long time."

your breath hitched, and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, soft and unhurried, nothing like the kiss you had shared in the ring. this one wasn’t about proving a point. it wasn’t about the cameras or the wwe universe.

this was just for you.

when he finally pulled away, your forehead pressed to his, you let out a content sigh.

for the first time in a long time you felt safe, you felt loved and you felt cherished. all because of him.

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