#Roman Reigns FF

[thesamoanqueen]

Tomorrow is the day and I'm halfway through my fanfiction like the good girl I am.

[msbigredmachine]

Hi guys if any of you listened to Dwayne’s 21 minute video on twitter pls could you summarize what he said cuz I’m not watching all that 😭🤣

[thisisreallyawkward]

Anybody praising that press conference is genuinely stupid.

[violetmuses]

Not Nice - R. Reigns 🖤

Title: Not Nice - R. Reigns 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You catch Roman's eye out of nowhere during a match.

Author's Note: I'm so excited! Thank you for everything. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. - V. 💜 @trippinsorrows @persethegawd @blackgurlnhermoods @episodes-ff @lov3rla03 🏷

Part II

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2016

“Oh, what's going on?” One commentator pulled an announcement, struck as wrestler Roman Reigns locked eye contact with someone watching across the ring.

This large-scale audience yelled from all directions, awaiting Ro's next move.

Snatching this microphone, Roman cleared his throat as everyone else looked on.

“Like what you see, baby girl?” Nearly swinging long yet dark hair in stride, Roman walked toward you and leaned against the ring, biting his lip.

Noise of the crowd heightened and even camera angles zoomed in, showing off Roman's side profile.

You smiled and took this moment regardless of public view.

You're beautiful. Ro gestured his talented fingers, mouthing compliments.

Seconds later, Reigns stepped back and pinned down his opponent to lock an absolute victory.

The crowd erupted, making you smile all over again.

“A queen has been found and the moment will fuel Roman to take control again. Thank you for watching!” One last announcement pulled credit along.

Goodness gracious.

[italianraviolos]

Would someone be interested in very long (and I mean VERY LONG) ff about gladiator II Marcus Acacius x OG character where she's from a reign that has been conquered by him and to not be sold as sex slave she dresses up as a man and ends up as a disguised gladiator and in a way or another she meets and gets to know him and eventually fall in love with him and she doesn't know how to feel anymore cause she's supposed to hate him for what he has done to her country and city but still she can't deny her feelings for him.

Pros:

Lots of plot twist

Lots of angst

Complex characters

Slow burn

Enemies to lovers

Sweaty Pedro Pascal in roman armor

Cons:

We try to be as historical accurate as possible but a few things are not precisely identical to reality (we pretend)

If your interested comment below so I'll know to tag you when I'll publish the first chapter I'm writing

[litafan4ever]

Just a heads up...

If you’re one of those Roman Reigns “fans” that posts personal pics and/or videos of Roman and his family, INCLUDING HIS UNDERAGE CHILDREN, DO NOT follow me, reblog or like any of my posts or engage or interact with me EVER. Y’all are so creepy, intrusive, disrespectful, gross and not true fans at all. Why do you have these pics and videos of his wife, daughter, twin sons etc in the first place? What barriers are blocking your common sense and you having decency and proper etiquette? Why do you think it’s okay to seek them out and post them WITHOUT ROMAN OR HIS FAMILY’S CONSENT? Would you like it if someone did that to you? Stop thinking you have the right to cross these boundaries that are in place FOR A REASON. Roman deserves to have his privacy respected and be allowed to have a personal life without y’all being nosy creeps. We are NOT part of his personal life, we are part of his PROFESSIONAL life. So that entails what he does as part of his job of being a WWE wrestler. We are here to support him in his incredible career and cheer him on and THAT’S IT. Stop trying to peak behind the curtain when Roman has not invited you. It’s disrespectful and he would NOT be impressed. He’d be creeped out and disappointed. He wouldn’t want ANYTHING to do you with you. DO BETTER ffs. This also applies to everyone involved in the Wrestling industry, not just Roman Reigns. Oh, and I KNOW some of y’all are minors. STOP thinking you’d have a chance with Roman if he was single. Go thirst over a teen idol you’d find in Tiger Beat magazine, come back down to reality from your delusional AND DEMENTED fantasy world and FUCK Y’ALL honestly and disrespectfully.  

[haloreigns]

IM LITERALLY SCREAMING-

[momoaxreigns-blog]

Lets Make A Deal Pt. 1?

Starring :  Tammy Rivera as Nevaeh Rhodes. Roman Reigns as Roman  Jason Momoa as Blaze

Word count : 1326 words

Tag Squad: Other than @lavitabella87 @x-fivefoot @queenreignsempire I don’t really have a tag squad yet :(

A/N : I’m not sure if this is gonna become something more but I’ve been having this drabble in mind for a while. Let me know what you guys think...

“You know, you don’t have to do this Vaeh. I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.” The elderly woman said from across the room as she watched her daughter curl her hair. “The money we saved up to go see this doctor needs to go to Blaze and Roman. I don’t need no damn doctor to tell me what I already know.” She murmured before breaking out into a fit of coughs.

Taking a deep breath, Nevaeh broke eye contact with her mother through the mirror and looked away to stop the tears, threatening to fall. Exhaling noisily, she set down the curling iron and turned towards her mom. “Yes mama, I do. The only reason you’re like this is because of daddy and the selfish bastard died, leaving us to carry this debt. It’s not only his fault but it’s Blaze and Roman’s fault too. They know he’s dead so why should we be paying for his mistakes?!” She asked her mother fiercely, determined to get them both out of their current position. Before her mother could say anything, she pressed a kiss to her wrinkling forehead and smiled. “Promise you’ll be here when I get back?” Her smile widened at her mother’s nod and she went back to getting ready.

Fixing her hair nervously, she made her way to the back of the club where she heard Blaze and his men would be. She’d heard a lot about Blaze and his brother Roman but she had yet to ever meet the duo. From what she heard, the two were complete opposites; yin and yang if you will but when it came down to their money and business, they were ruthless. Sending up a silent prayer, she mustered up her courage and walked over to a man who was standing at the door. Flashing him the envelope filled with cash in her hand, she gave him a small smile.

“I’m here to speak with Blaze.”

“Is that all you’re here to do?” The man asked as he took in her appearance and leered at her breasts.

Frowning, Nevaeh adjusted her dress some and flipped the man off. “Yes you fucking, pig.”

“Well that’s just too bad. He’s not here anyway so you’re out of luck.”

“I know Blaze is back there, he’s always at this club on Saturday nights so don’t lie.”

“I didn’t say he wasn’t here, he’s just not accepting visitors of your kind at the moment.” The man said as he scratched the back of his neck.

“That’s exactly what you said ass- Listen. Either you let in so I could go speak to Blaze and be on my merrily way or I make a scene and I’m sure your boss wouldn’t like that.”

The two engaged in a serious stare down before he finally gave in. Huffing, he opened the door and whistled at someone. “Yo, Seth. Bring this lady down to the boss’ office.”

“Which one?”

Looking at the girl, the guard at the door smirked before looking at the other. “Bring her to Blaze’s office.”

Without a word, Seth waited for Nevaeh to walk in through the door and led to her to the office where she assumed Blaze would be.

Neveah walked into the room and stopped when she noticed the guy sitting at the desk. Despite him sitting down, she could tell by his arms that were threatening to bust out of the suit he was wearing; that he was a big ass man. She tried to figure out which brother this was but she was told that they both were some big wide muthafuckas so there was no telling who this could be. Although his head was down as he focused on whatever it was he was doing, she could tell that this man was fine as hell. Quietly, she watched him, taking in his features; from his big hands to his lovely jet black hair that was currently framing his face. ‘Bitch, I would have to drop a couple hundreds to get me some bundles that look as nice as his shit.’ she thought but soon she was caught staring.

Working on a sketch of his latest idea for a the new club he and Blaze was opening soon, Roman tuned everyone out; and did what he did best when he wasn’t out doing his job or collecting his money, which was drawing. He heard the door open but as usual, he ignored whoever was at the door and continued his sketch; his brother would come by to collect his guest eventually. He stopped sketching though, when the scent of strawberries and vanilla filled the room; and finally looked up. His brow raised at the sight of the petite yet curvy woman before him and he couldn’t help but stare. Anyone who knew him knew he preferred his women thick and this woman in front of him was a dream and then some. His brows furrowed when he noticed she had yet to speak. “What?” he asked, a bit harsher than he intended.

“I’m here to speak to Blaze.”

“Obviously. And he’s obviously not here so why are you still here?”

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at how rude the man was, Nevaeh tucked a stray hair behind her ear and cleared her throat before finally speaking. “I’m here to talk to Blaze about my father.” Not giving the strange man in front of her the chance to speak, she continued. “10 years ago, my father borrowed money from his father but our family fell on hard times and my father was never able to pay that money back.”

“I’m not sorry to hear that. Why exactly are you here?”

“Well, my father’s dead now.”

“Okay and?”

“He’s dead yet my family’s receiving threats from Blaze. I’m here to see if we could work something out. Maybe I could work at the club as a bartender or I heard his brother owns a Lingerie company, maybe I could work there and whatever I earn; they keep.”

A harsh bark of laughter escaped Roman’s lips before he could stop it. “I don’t know exactly who you are but your father, well your family doesn’t owe Blaze any money, you owe me. I’m Roman and this is my empire. While I admire your ambitions, I can’t help but laugh. Do you know how long it would take you to make that money back? Let’s not forget about interest and the fact that me paying you is pointless because I would be putting MY money back into my pockets.”

“I understand that it sounds far fetched and that it would take a long time for me to earn that kind of money but I’d do anything to help clear my family’s debt.”

 Roman’s wandering thoughts halted at the words and he looked back at her as a sinister smile formed on his lips. His voice seemed to deepen even more if it were possible and Neveah felt herself getting wet at the strangers voice. “Anything?”

“Anything.” she confirmed, not realizing what she’d done.

“Let’s make a deal. I’ll clear your father’s debt under one condition.”

“And what condition is that?”

“Stay with me at my place for one week.”

Nevaeh’s brows furrowed at Roman’s words. “What would I be doing?”

“That’s the million dollar question isn’t it? So tell me? Do we have a deal?”

“I-”

“It’s a yes or no question. Either you agree or you don’t. I honestly have better things to be doing so hurry up with your decision.”

“Okay.”

The sinister smile on Roman’s face grew even wider at Nevaeh’s words. Getting out of the chair he was sitting in, he walked around his desk and stood in front of it. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, first thing’s first. Strip.”

Before Nevaeh could react to Roman’s words, she heard a new voice speak behind her.

“Yea, Ms. Rhodes. Strip.”

[gifsbysimplysonia]

Untitled - Roman Reigns Gladiator FanFic - Prologue?

GIF by @romanvreigns

So I wrote this TWO YEARS AGO; May 2017. I saw a prompt on the blog of someone I followed at the time and for some reason, it inspired my brain and I remember opening up Word at work and just writing. Of course, as is the case with me 99% of the time, I never followed up on it. 

But I’m reposting it now to see if it piques anyone’s interest? 

I wish you would write a fic where reader is a wealthy Greek who buys a gladiator (Roman and/or the shield) to get him out of the fighting life and she has to rehabilitate him to regular human life and not the life of a man fighting for his life (think feral children/severe abuse victims etc) like he’s so blown away that he can /sit on a chair/ and she has to constantly reassure him that he’s not going back to fight. Mostly fluff and angst. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! 

In the story, Dexios = Dean Ambrose

Stolen prompt from @savmontreal

Despite the pointed stares and blatant whispers, she’d entered the arena with her head held high.

“Let them talk,” she thought to herself, grinding the teeth in the back of her mouth. She knew the decision to make a public appearance so soon after her husband’s death would draw attention. To choose The Games to appear at would be considered even more audacious. Labels did not bother her; if they did then she would have been broken when they called her a whore on her wedding day. Or she would have collapsed when her husband took to beating her regularly for the looks of desire thrown her way by other men, despite no encouragement from her at all. So when he choked to death while literally raising his hand to her, she did not mourn, not for one second. She stepped over his still warm corpse to pour herself a glass of wine, sat in his chair, and silently wept, thanking the Gods for delivering her from the evil that had been plaguing her behind closed and supposedly respectable doors for far too long.

As she approached his seat, located high above the arena in a place of so called honor, instead of whispers she heard unnatural silence. His peers all watched her now, no doubt wondering how she dared to live her life. She was sure to look each man and meek wife that stood with him in the eye, offer a meaningless bow of her head to feign respect, and then removed her cape, handing it to her servant as she took his place, now her rightful place, and waited for The Games to begin.

To be honest, this was one of the more difficult tasks to pretend to tolerate as the wife of a wealthy Greek. She found The Games deplorable. While some gladiators were volunteers risking life and limb to appear in the arena, most were slaves. The life of a slave was a life she was all too familiar with, and one she swore to never again return to. That familiarity is what made watching The Games so painful for her. As a slave she was stripped of her freedom, of choices, and even her humanity. Many would believe that being removed from her life of slavery by a rich and powerful man meant that this man must have been some kind of hero.

The truth was much blacker, as that man was in no way her liberator. She really just traded one type of prison for another. While prison with him provided her with finer shackles in the form of gorgeous clothes and adornments, an actual bed to sleep in and a table to dine at … nothing belonged to her & he was sure to remind her every chance he got, be it with harsh words, stinging slaps, and worse, if the mood overtook him.

When she was scoffed at and looked down upon, she was not sure how to react. She never dared to believe she would be accepted into this new world, but being accustomed to being ignored, attention was brand new to her, even if it was negative. Being a slave did not mean she did not have a heart, even one as hardened as hers thanks to a lifetime of slavery. She knew her freedom was an illusion, even if all around her did not. Even now, with him gone and no obstacles in her way, she was still a prisoner … of her own doubts and fears. The feel of her nails digging into the soft flesh of her palm brought her back to the present as she contemplated how long she would be haunted and wondering what it would take to break truly free from all she had endured.

The Games had gotten underway while she had become lost in her own thoughts, and as the crowd roared, she turned her attention to the arena. She grimaced as she realized it would soon be time for The Decision to be made. She had been allowed to defer the decision to her former’s 2nd. Normally this would not be allowed, but as Dexios was the only person to ever not show her disdain or cruelty…she suspected he might be the first actual man she would encounter.

Dexios gave her a nod, his unruly brown hair hanging in in his eyes. Despite the fact his hair appeared as a curtain, shielding his eyes from view, Dexios was astute and saw more than others realized. He had noticed the careful way she moved the days after she was beaten, even though He had always been sure to hit her in places where the bruises would not show in public. Dexios caught on to what was happening fairly quickly, and the looks he would throw His way … the way his eyes looked in those moments, she truly believed he was capable of a violence that would sweep him away forever, perhaps into an asylum. But just as quickly as the storm would show in his eyes, Dexios would calm himself and turn his attention to her, taking quiet and almost unnoticeable care of her when he could. That is to say, nobody else would notice, but she certainly did.

Now, he stood to her left, hands one atop the other as he waited on her to pass the decision to him. The crowd roared as one gladiator towered over the other. The soon-to-be winner had the other by a handful of hair, down on his knees, chest heaving and curved up from the blade of a sword, eyes cast downward. The sword at his throat seemed to not affect him at all; this gladiator seemed to be done.

Some unseen force pulled her to her feet, and as she felt the rough wall beneath her own callused fingertips, she felt her brows draw together as she intently stared at the almost defeated gladiator. Why she was willing him to look at her, she did not know. All she knew was that she felt a tugging deep down within her, not only in her gut but on her heart and she needed to see the eyes of this gladiator. As though he heard her thoughts, the nearly beaten man gazed upwards at her. She felt her breath catch; even at this distance, there was something in his eyes, something so familiar…

Dexios hovered closely at her side, waiting for the responsibility of deciding whether this man was to live or die. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his mouth open and turned her head to him. She shook her head no, and her expression must have told him that he was to have no responsibility this day. Her right arm began to raise. She had to swallow the lump in her throat at what she was about to do because she had never done this before. She was not sure what the consequences would be, that she suddenly and without warning stepped in to make this decision, and surely speculation would run rampant. All of her doubts and worry rushed through her head, showing clearly on her face, as she seemed to move in slow motion.

As her eyes raised to the gladiator once more, she bit her lip….and suddenly, he was unleashed. He jerked from his opponent’s slightly lax grip, as that man had been waiting for the decision to be rendered. The long haired man sprang to his feet from his knees, headbutting his opponent under the chin, causing that man to stumble back. He took the opportunity to grab his sword, run and jump into the air, slashing at his opponent, slicing open his adversary’s throat. She gasped as she watched the man fall to the ground amidst the joyous, blood thirsty roar of the crowd. The long haired gladiator threw his sword to the ground forcefully, and when he turned to look at her over his shoulder, his face was angry. She was taken aback at that strong of an emotion being directed her way, but after only a few moments, his face transformed from anger to a more pensive and frustrated nature.

He tore his gaze from hers and looked at the people around him, in the stands, on their feet with hands in the air, cheering. The anger returned as his face gathered and he opened his mouth and let out a bellowing yell. While it served to pull more raucous sounds from the crowd, she was certain it was not meant to be celebratory. His head fell, his long dark hair shrouding him from her as he made his way back to his prison.

“Dexios…” she whispered, reaching out to him. When she turned to look at him, he looked worried.

“Yes, my lady?” Her lips opened but she floundered as she felt the gazes of everyone around her. They had seen her rise from her chair for the first time and almost act as judge & jury. It was unexpected and suspicious and there was no way around it. She did not know what overcame her, or what she was feeling now because she had an urge to go find that gladiator.

“Dexios…”

“My lady, let me escort you,” he offered, giving her his arm to take. She did so, gratefully, as she attempted to work through what had just happened. Once Dexios had her out of the arena, he spoke.

“My lady, I am not certain what inspired your actions today but I fear that you will be the subject of much speculation and possibly retaliation. And though you have not requested, allow me to offer advisement …” His expression was intense and as serious as she ever remembered seeing it. “Think over what you mean to do very very carefully. I know where you come from, and to go down the path you seem to be wanting to follow now….might return you to a life I know you do not want to return to.”

She worried her lower lip with her teeth, weighing his words very carefully and thoughtfully, wringing her hands. Dexios knew her well and she knew he only had her best interest at heart but this feeling inside of her … it could not be ignored.

“Is it possible for me to see him?” she asked, looking up into his face. Dexios sighed heavily, looking down at the ground as he cupped her shoulders. When he looked up, half of a smile touched his lips as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

“I knew one day your heart would lead us here,” he told her quietly. He took both of her hands in his. “May the Gods be with us on this journey.” He closed his eyes and took two deep breaths. When he opened them, she saw a look in his eyes she had never seen before and it took her breath away. “My lady….follow me.” She trembled slightly as she wrapped her arm around his, but somehow, his large warm hand upon the back of hers calmed her stammering heart. She let him lead her…down this path that was unknown to her but she somehow knew, by Dexios and her own heart, would lead her back to somewhere she knew all too well.

[foot-chan]

Tomorrow...

After months of preparation, I will FINALLY begin posting my new fic tomorrow, for those of you who are interested. Lol.

It's set in the same universe as all of my other fics, and is centered around The Shield's Hellhound pack.

I'll post 2 chapters tomorrow before Raw because wrestlers don't actually show up till chapter 2. Lol. But then I'll post one chapter every Monday!

I hope everyone who reads it enjoys it!

[fightingmyowndemon89]

please appreciate all the fanfic writers out there..

i read some comment on one of the ff i read..i really dissapointed with them..i mean if you dont like the pairing,why did you even read it?the writer have every right to wrote how he/she want and if you dont like it,then dont read it..instead of leaving hate comment..its not easy to write a ff you know..appreciate it please..i dont care how the writer write the ff or who is the pairing is as long as its bottom roman..and for me,even if the ff have all top roman i dont care,i still appreciate the hell out of the writer bc i know i cant write such a beautiful ff like them..and again for me,if i dont like the pair or something i just dont read it..i wont leave hate comment for the writer..

[violetmuses]

Not Nice - R. Reigns (Part II) 🖤

Title: Not Nice - R. Reigns (Part II) 🖤

Fandom: WWE

Character: Roman Reigns

Pairing: Roman Reigns + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You cross paths with Roman once again.

Part I

@trippinsorrows @persethegawd @blackgurlnhermoods @episodes-ff @lov3rla03 🏷

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2024

“Our Tribal Chief will stand once more, but someone else has returned!” An announcement rumbled throughout this area during his match.

Lights flashed beyond direction as the screaming crowd awaits and cameras signaled your presence found across this world-famous ring.

“Oh! There she is. The fuel herself!” Commentary pulled more and more excitement to ground your attendance here.

Your joy illuminated beyond various shadows of darkness and Roman stepped forward again, looking at you when lights brightened everywhere.

Pulling another microphone, Roman locked down your glare without thinking twice.

“We meet again, Sweetheart.” His strong voice revealed so many thoughts and the audience cheered even louder.

“Fuel is here!” Chanting echoed within this moment.

“Honestly?” Roman continued speaking. “I'll break the fourth wall right now. What's up, mama?”

Hey, Big Dog!” You responded from this seat and winked toward him, sending everyone into the biggest frenzy.

“Wow, you went all the way back, baby.” Roman flirted without hesitation and almost sized you up, mouthing compliments that no one else heard.

“Write down another spicing level of chemistry for Roman Reigns!” Commentary offered intrigue beyond words.

Stepping away from your corner of the ring and pointing with two fingers, Roman slipped one more chance:

“Watch this, pretty girl!” Reigns shook his head and almost casted both eyes toward that ceiling before slamming another opponent in front of you.

Cheering out loud, you can't help smiling, just grateful to keep watching the main event!

[bastardpac]

WWE: So here's the situation, Dean Ambrose who for the past four months has been a solid team with Seth Rollins is out injured - who should we give the avenge Dean lines to?

Writing team: ...

Writing team: ...

Writing team: ...

Writing team: Roman Reigns

[mamirhodessxox]

I Hate You More (New FF)

Mafia!Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Mafia Reader

(Sasha Francesca Ricci)

Enemies w benefits (to lovers ofc)

Credits to @alyyaanna for helping me come up w the storyline because I had like 3 different mental breakdowns trying to figure out what to do

Cast List:

Cody Rhodes

Roman Reigns

Mariana Casanova (OC)

Seth Rollins

Judith Grey (OC)

Bryant Williams (OC)

Randy Orton

Barbra Ricci (OC)

Rhea Ripley

Athena Carson (OC)

Sasha Francesca Ricci (OC)

Storyline: Sasha was born into a world of darkness and fear, Despite the harsh circumstances she was out in she managed to drag herself into finding love at a young age especially when she least expected it but unfortunately not all love stories are fairytales, Sasha resented the man who once brought her love in her life just to leave and break her heart while having the audacity to invade her life many years once again and give her conflict of love and war on how she was to overcome the feelings she feared while trying to focus on her job with him being so close and invasive to her.

Contents: Smut in future chapters, Knife Play, Choking king, Degradation kink, Praising Kink, Alcohol, Smoking, Violence, Mentions of m1rder, drug dealing, Fluff, Angst.

FF inspired Playlist

🏷️ list: @alyyaanna @ginswife @coolpastelartshoe @greatkoalawizard @cokolin044 @kotoriarlert @alicerosejensen @bunnybot55 @agent-dessis-posts @adollonyourshelf @mini-rhodes @southerngirl41

xtripleiiix’s masterlist

[msbigredmachine]

Mr Reigns FFS! 😭

The alleged post-match press conference with Roman from Clash at the Castle. Alleged. Lmaoooo.

[haloreigns]

Some people on this app are annoying as fuck🙄🙄