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Summary: Due to her unyielding confidence, Aphrodite earns her spot on the main roster, becoming The Bloodline's manager — or rather, Sefa's Special Counsel. His Wisewoman. But can she maintain her bold, unapologetic style when faced with her greatest challenge yet: working alongside her ex-boyfriend?

Joseph Yokozuna Fatu (born March 18, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand under the ring name Solo Sikoa as the leader of The Bloodline.

Aphrodite Erykah Caramanica (born February 7, 1996) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the Smackdown brand as a manager of The Bloodline stable. She is also a former one-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion.

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Aphrodite had worked tirelessly to reach this moment. From the moment she signed her contract with WWE in 2020, she knew her journey wouldn't be easy. But she wasn’t the type to shy away from a challenge. Her unyielding confidence had been her trademark ever since she stepped foot into the NXT developmental brand. She wasn’t just a talented wrestler; she was a force to be reckoned with. Two-time NXT Women's Champion, one-time NXT Women's North American Champion, and a two-time NXT Women's Tag Team Champion—her accolades spoke for themselves. Aphrodite was a rising star in the wrestling world, and it was time for the world to see what she was truly capable of.

Her big moment had finally arrived.

It was the debut of WWE's weekly Monday Night Raw program on Netflix, a new chapter for the company. The streaming service had chosen to bring wrestling to the forefront of their programming, and this was the perfect event to launch the next era. The stars of WWE were out in full force, making their way down the red carpet at the Intuit Dome in Inglewood, California. The cameras flashed as each wrestler posed, showcasing their Hollywood-ready looks. Aphrodite stood among them, effortlessly commanding attention in a stunning outfit that was a perfect mix of strength and elegance. Her aura was undeniable—every inch the star she was born to be.

As the cameras captured her every move, she felt a rush of excitement. This was just the beginning.

Backstage, the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. The locker rooms were filled with wrestlers catching up, preparing for the night's events, and celebrating their own achievements. But for Aphrodite, everything was about to change. She had been waiting for this moment ever since she signed with WWE, and she had known deep down that her time at NXT wouldn’t last forever. The next phase of her career had been calling to her, and now, Paul Levesque was about to make it official.

Aphrodite stood with Paul in a quiet corner of the backstage area, her heart pounding in anticipation. The words she had been waiting for were about to leave his lips.

“You’ve done exceptionally well over at NXT,” Paul said, looking at her with an approving smile. “But it’s time to make your mark on SmackDown.”

Aphrodite’s eyes widened. She had expected this moment to come, but hearing it out loud made it all the more real. “I’m ready,” she said with a confident grin.

Paul nodded, but the next words he spoke made her stomach drop. “After discussing with the creative team, we believe your next role should be The Bloodline’s manager… Joseph’s special counsel. His wisewoman.”

Aphrodite blinked, unsure whether she had heard him correctly. “Are you serious?”

Paul’s expression was unwavering. “Very serious. Heyman and Joe have been keeping an eye on you for a while now, and they think you’re perfect for the next phase of The Bloodline storyline. You should be honored.”

Her mind raced. The Bloodline? The most powerful faction in WWE. And not just as a member, but as a manager? Aphrodite had built her career on being unapologetically bold, and now she would be standing beside one of WWE’s most dominant forces. But there was more to this than just the role.

“I’ll do it,” Aphrodite replied, her voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside her. “I can’t stay at NXT forever, and this could be the chance to prove myself to everyone.”

Paul gave a satisfied nod. “Good. I’ll leave you to enjoy the show. Congratulations, Aphrodite.”

As Paul walked away, Aphrodite stood frozen for a moment, processing everything. Her mind quickly flashed to her past—years of struggle, sweat, and sacrifice to reach this point. Now, here she was, about to step into the most high-profile role of her career.

After the conversation with Paul, Aphrodite wandered through the backstage area, absorbing the whirlwind of activity around her. The stars of Raw and SmackDown mingled, catching up, sharing stories and preparing for the night’s events. It was a celebration of the future, of new beginnings, and of the legacy of WWE’s most iconic athletes.

Aphrodite caught sight of Trinity, one of her closest friends in WWE, who waved her over with a grin. “Hey, Dottie!” Trinity called. “Let’s get some pictures!”

Aphrodite smiled, stepping over to her friend. They posed together for a few photos, laughing and reminiscing. As they were finishing up, Aphrodite noticed a familiar face nearby—none other than Travis Scott.

“Hey, Jacques,” Aphrodite greeted with a knowing smile. She was one of the few who could call him by his real name, a testament to their long history together.

“Hey, Dottie,” Travis said, pulling her into a hug. They had known each other for years, both rising to prominence in their respective worlds—Aphrodite in WWE, and Travis in the music industry. Their bond was strong, built on years of shared experiences.

As they chatted, Aphrodite couldn’t help but let slip the news of her big call-up. “I’m officially on the main roster,” she said, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Travis raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “That's amazing. I knew you had it in you. You always did.”

He paused for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “You know what? I think I should make your entrance theme song. What do you think?”

Aphrodite’s eyes lit up. “I’d love that, Jacques! Let’s make it happen.”

They exchanged a quick handshake, sealing the deal, before Aphrodite was pulled away by a member of the production crew.

The production crew member led Aphrodite down a hallway, her thoughts still racing from the earlier conversation. They stopped in front of a backstage area where none other than Joseph Fatu—better known as Solo Sikoa, the self-proclaimed "Tribal Chief" of The Bloodline—was waiting. The moment she laid eyes on him, a strange mixture of emotions stirred within her.

“Looks like it’s official,” Joseph said, his voice smooth but laced with a hint of amusement. “So, you're my wisewoman now?”

Aphrodite couldn’t suppress a small chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I am, Joseph.”

He raised an eyebrow, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Ouch. What happened to calling me Sefa?”

Aphrodite’s eyes narrowed as the years of history between them surfaced in an instant. “Ain’t that reserved for family?”

Once upon a time, she had been ready to take that next step with him. But he had ended things abruptly. He’d chosen to reunite with his baby mama for the sake of their sons, and Aphrodite had respected his decision, even if it broke her heart.

Joseph’s expression softened, a hint of regret flickering in his eyes. “You can still call me Sefa, Aphrodite,” he said quietly, his tone shifting from playful to sincere.

Aphrodite stared at him for a long moment, the emotions inside her a swirl of unresolved feelings. But she had been through too much to let herself be caught up in old memories. She couldn’t afford to let him get to her, not again. He had broken her once, and she wasn’t about to give him the power to do it again.

She kept her voice calm and professional. “I’ll call you whatever I need to for the job, Sefa. Let’s keep this professional, alright?”

Joseph looked at her for a moment longer, as if weighing his next words carefully. Finally, he nodded. “Alright, Aphrodite. Professional. But just know, I’m glad you’re here. The Bloodline needs you.”

Her chest tightened at his words. The Bloodline—the very thing she was now a part of. But it wasn’t just about the group; it was about proving herself to everyone who had ever doubted her.

With a nod, Aphrodite turned to face the cameras, knowing that the journey ahead would not only challenge her professionally but personally. The eyes of the world would be on her, and she had no intention of letting them down. No matter what happened, she would rise to the occasion, unyielding and unapologetic, just as she always had.

As the segment wrapped, Aphrodite walked off, the weight of her new role settling into her bones. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: She wasn’t going anywhere.

Next: Chapter Two

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Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Myra and Jacob meet

Chapter: 1/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Drinking, strong language, one night stand, p in v, oral (fem receiving), flirting, nipple play, pet names, mention of loss of a loved one.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

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Flashback, last summer -

Myra sipped her mixed drink sitting at the hotel bar. Kiley and Chris were back in the suite knocked out, but Myra had just been unable to. Her mind was racing.

The trio had just graduated nursing school and decided on a little beach trip before time to get serious about their new volunteer jobs at the free clinic. Today also just so happened to be the 6 year anniversary of her dad's death. Every year she tries to push it out of her head and focus on other things. She was well aware of the safety issue, being a woman drinking alone in a strange city, which is why she left a note for Kiley and Chris that she was going down to the hotel bar. Not just that but she only plans to have the one drink.

Myra stared at her drink, swirling the liquid around as her thoughts swirled within her. The ice cubes clinked against the glass, echoing the turmoil in her heart. Despite her attempts to push away the painful memories, they always found a way to surface on this day.

After the live show, Jacob Fatu was beyond exhausted. His body aches from taking one too many nasty bumps in his match tonight.

He trudges into the hotel bar, his expression grim as he searches for a place to sit. The dim lighting and low murmur of conversation do little to soothe his nerves. He spots an empty stool at the end of the bar and makes his way over, wincing slightly as he sits down.

The bartender, a middle-aged man with a tired expression, approaches him. "What can I get ya?" he asks, his voice gruff but friendly.

"Jack and coke, please," Jacob orders, The bartender nods and turns to make the drink, leaving Jacob alone with his thoughts once again.

As he waits for his drink, Jacob's eyes scan the room, his gaze settling on a woman sitting a couple of seats down. She's sipping on a mixed drink, her expression distant and lost in thought. He can't help but notice the sadness in her eyes.

The bartender returns with his drink, setting it down in front of him. Jacob takes a sip, letting the burn of the alcohol distract him from his own aches and pains. His eyes flicker back to the woman, his curiosity piqued by her melancholy demeanor.

Jacob watches her out of the corner of his eye, his gaze lingering on her delicate features. She's beautiful, but there's something more to her, something that draws him in despite himself. He finds himself debating whether or not to strike up a conversation with her.

As he ponders, she glances up and catches his gaze. Their eyes lock for a moment, and a jolt of electricity shoots through him. She quickly looks away, but the damage is done. Jacob's interest is piqued, and he can't resist the urge to approach her.

He downs the rest of his drink, his heart racing with a mixture of nerves and anticipation. Taking a deep breath, he slides off the stool and walks over to where she's sitting. He clears his throat, trying to sound casual as he speaks.

"Hey," he says, his voice rough yet friendly. "Mind if I join you?"

She looks up at him, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. "Um, sure," she replies, gesturing to the empty seat next to her. "Go ahead."

He takes a seat, the proximity to her causing his heart to beat even faster. Up close, he can see the subtle lines of worry etched on her face, the weariness in her eyes. "You look like you've had a rough night," he comments, hoping to strike up a conversation.

She glances at him, a small, wry smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You could say that," she replies, her voice soft and tired. She wasn't going to trauma dump on a complete stranger how her dad had been killed in a robbery gone wrong."You look like you been dragged to hell and back."

Jacob chuckles, wincing slightly as the movement sends a twinge of pain through his sore muscles. "I'm a professional wrestler." he explains, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension. "Takes a lot out of you."

"Ah, so that explains the bruises," she says, nodding in understanding. Her eyes roam over his body, taking in the various marks and scars that litter his skin with curiosity noticing the small wound on his head. "Doesn't look like you need stitches but you might wanna get that checked out."

"You're a doctor or something?" he asks, noticing the keen observation in her gaze.

"No, actually," she replies, though there's still a sense of pride in her voice. "I'm a nurse. Just graduated."

"Impressive," he says, genuinely admiring her accomplishment. "Congrats, beautiful."

Myra smiles softly, and she looks down at her drink, avoiding his gaze. "Thanks," she mumbles, clearly unused to being complimented like that. Her friends were supportive of course but still. "I'm Myra, by the way."

"Jacob," he replies, holding out his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you, Myra."

She takes his hand, her touch sending a small shiver down his spine. Her skin is soft and cool against his calloused palm, a stark contrast to the roughness of his own. They hold hands for a moment longer than necessary before she lets go, her heart skipping a beat. When was the last time a man gave her butterflies? oh right. Her high school sweetheart Devon who had ultimately cheated on her, broke her heart and made her swear off relationships for the foreseeable future.

Myra pushes the memories of Devon aside, focusing on the man in front of her. There was something about Jacob that intrigued her, despite the fact that he was a total stranger. Something about his tattoos, and the jewelry in his locs. His rugged appearance, his confident demeanor, and the way he looked at her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration all made her feel seen in a way she hadn't in a long time.

They sit in silence for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts. The air between them is charged with an unspoken tension, and it's making Myra's heart race. She steals a glance at him, taking in the way his muscles ripple under his shirt as he moves. He catches her looking, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

"See something you like?" he asks, his voice low and suggestive.

Myra pauses a moment and sips her drink to hide how embarrassed she was at being caught staring. "I was just...um..." she stammers, searching for an excuse.

Jacob grins, clearly enjoying her flustered state. "No need to be shy," he says, leaning closer to her. "I don't mind you looking."

His proximity makes her heart pound even harder in her chest. She can smell his cologne, a masculine scent that sends a shiver down her spine. She tries to maintain her composure, but it's difficult with him so close to her. "What if I'm tryna do more than look?" she said seductively.

Jacob's eyes darken at her words, his gaze raking over her body. "Shit, I just hope you know what you getting into, babygirl," he replies, his voice husky with desire.

Myra's breath hitches at the pet name, her body reacting instinctively to the way he says it. She meets his gaze, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and challenge. "Oh, I think I can handle it," she says, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

The tension between them reaches its boiling point, and before they know it, they're stumbling out of the bar and up to the 5th floor.

As soon as they reach his room, Jacob pushes Myra up against the door, his lips crashing down on hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. She melts into him, her body arching against his as she returns the kiss with equal fervor.

They stumble their way into the room, barely managing to make it to the bed before their clothes are being torn off. Jacob's hands roam over her body, his touch both gentle and rough at the same time. He nips at her neck, leaving a trail of love bites in his wake as he moves down to her collarbone.

Myra moans softly as he continues his exploration of her body. She can feel the roughness of his stubble against her skin, sending shivers down her spine yet again. Her nails scrape against his back, leaving red marks in their wake.

Jacob groans at the sensation, his hips grinding against hers as he moves lower. He kisses and licks his way down her chest, his lips closing around one of her nipples. He teases it with his tongue, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he looks up at her through hooded eyes.

Myra's back arches off the bed, her breath coming in short gasps as he continues his assault on her body. She can feel the heat pooling between her legs, her desire for him growing with every touch and every kiss.

Jacob smirks against her skin, sensing her growing need. He moves lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reaches the apex of her thighs. He looks up at her again, his eyes dark with lust. "You want this, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, unable to form coherent words. She can feel his breath against her sensitive skin, and it's driving her wild. She wants him, needs him, more than she's ever needed anyone before.

Without waiting another second, Jacob dives in, his tongue exploring her with expert precision. He knows exactly how to touch her, how to make her writhe and moan beneath him. His fingers grip her thighs, holding her in place as he devours her.

Myra's hands fist in the sheets, her body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure wash over her. She can feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder and more desperate with each passing second. "Jacob, please," she gasps, her voice trembling with need.

Jacob grins against her, his tongue flicking over her sensitive clit. He can tell she's close, and he's determined to push her over the edge. He doubles his efforts, his movements becoming more urgent as he brings her closer and closer to her release.

Myra's body trembles, her legs shaking as she teeters on the edge of ecstasy. She can feel the tension building within her, every nerve ending in her body tingling with anticipation. And then, with a final flick of his tongue, she shatters, her orgasm washing over her in a wave of pure bliss.

As Myra comes down from her high, Jacob reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers as he rolls it on.

He moves over her, his body hovering above hers as he positions himself at her entrance. "You ready for me, babygirl?" he asks, his voice rough with desire.

Myra nods, her body still sensitive from her orgasm. She wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Yes, please," she breathes, her voice trembling with anticipation.

With a low growl, Jacob thrusts into her, burying himself to the hilt. He stills for a moment, allowing her to adjust to his size, before starting to move. His pace is rough and urgent, his hips snapping against hers as he takes her hard and fast.

Myra's nails rake down his back, leaving red trails in their wake as she clings to him. She meets his thrusts with her own, her body arching off the bed as she matches his rhythm. Her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of their bodies coming together.

Jacob's grip on her hips tightens, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounds into her relentlessly. Sweat drips down his forehead, his muscles straining with the effort of holding back his own release. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice hoarse with pleasure.

Myra's walls flutter around him, the sensation sending him closer to the edge. He can feel her body tightening around him, signaling that she's close again. "Come for me, babygirl," he growls, his eyes locked on hers.

With a few more hard thrusts, Myra is coming undone again, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her walls clench around him, pulling him deeper inside her as she cries out his name.

The feeling of her coming apart beneath him sends Jacob over the edge as well. He buries his face in her neck, his hips stuttering as he empties himself into the condom. His body shudders with pleasure, his grip on her hips tightening as he rides out his orgasm.

They collapse onto the bed, their bodies tangled together as they struggle to catch their breath. Well Damn.

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Present Day -

Kiley and Zilla had been dating for months now and felt it was time for them to officially move in together. As they packed up their things, they realized they needed some extra help moving all their belongings. Kiley's best friend, Myra, and Zilla's cousin, Jacob, had both offered to lend a hand.

Myra arrived at Kiley and Zilla's new place, ready to help with the move. As she walked in, she saw Jacob and Zilla lifting a heavy piece of furniture. Her heart skipped a beat as she recognized him, but he didn't seem to recognize her.

Myra stood there for a moment, her eyes fixed on Jacob as he moved with ease, muscles flexing under his tight ass muscle shirt. She couldn't help but feel a pang of desire as she remembered their night together last summer.

Jacob continued to work, completely oblivious to Myra's presence. He was focused on the task at hand, his attention solely on helping Zilla. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

Kiley saw Myra standing there and quickly went over to greet her best friend with a hug, "Hey Bookie"

Myra returned the hug, tearing her eyes away from Jacob for a moment. "Hey Le," she said, trying to act nonchalant. But her heart was still racing at the sight of him.

Kiley noticed the look on Myra's face and gave her a soft smile. "You okay? You seem a little... distracted," she asked.

"Huh? Yeah. I'm fine." Myra said

Kiley chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure? You're staring at Jacob like he's a piece of meat," she said with a smirk.

"What? No, I'm not," she protested, trying to play it cool. But she knew she had been caught.

"Not what?" Zilla asked as he and Jacob approached.

Myra's heart skipped a beat as Jacob walked closer, his eyes meeting hers for the first time. She could feel her cheeks heating up, and she silently cursed herself for being so obvious.

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a knowing look, both of them noticing the tension between Myra and Jacob.

Jacob's gaze lingered on Myra for a moment, she looked familiar but he couldn't place her.

"Hey, I don't think we've met," Jacob said, extending a hand to Myra. "I'm Jacob, Zilla's cousin."

Myra took his hand, her skin tingling at the touch. "Myra," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm Kiley's best friend."

Jacob's grip was firm, and he held her hand for a moment longer than necessary. His eyes searched her face, still trying to figure out why she looked so familiar.

Zilla watched the interaction between Myra and Jacob, a smirk playing on his lips. He knew his cousin was attracted to Myra, and he couldn't wait to see how this would play out.

Kiley nudged Zilla with her elbow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Looks like someone's got a thing for Myra," she whispered.

Zilla chuckled quietly, "Ah shit. We get to bet on someone's love life this time? I bet they hook up within a week."

Kiley grinned, "Oh you're on. I bet it'll take them at least a month."

Zilla shook his head, "Too long. They're already attracted to each other, it's obvious. Give it a week."

"We're right here, dumbasses." Myra sighs

Zilla and Kiley both turn to look at Myra, grins on their faces. "We know," Zilla said with a smirk.

"And we don't care," Kiley added, winking at her friend. "You and Jacob are totally attracted to each other, it's only a matter of time before you give in."

Myra rolled her eyes, trying to act annoyed but secretly feeling a thrill at the thought of giving in to her attraction to Jacob.

Jacob, who had been listening to the conversation, couldn't help but smirk. He found Myra's feisty attitude endearing, and he was starting to wonder what it would be like to see her completely unravel.

Jacob, not one to waste time, took a step closer to Myra. "Hey, can I ask you something?" he asked, his voice low and confident.

Myra's heart skipped a beat at his tone, but she tried to maintain her cool exterior. "What is it?" she asked, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"Would you want to go out with me sometime?" he asked, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

Myra was taken aback by the question, and for a moment, she was speechless. She hadn't expected him to be so direct, and her mind was racing with conflicting emotions.

Zilla and Kiley watched the exchange with bated breath, eager to see how Myra would respond.

Myra took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "I...I, No." she said hesitantly, her heart pounding in her chest.

Jacob's smile faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered. "Really? Why not?" he asked, trying to hide his disappointment.

"You figure out why." Myra said sharply, "Kiley, I'ma head home, boo. Love you. Peace, Zilla."

Zilla and Kiley exchanged a look, both of them surprised by Myra's response and confused.

Kiley shrugged, "Damn, I thought she'd go for it."

Zilla chuckled, "Guess we'll have to reevaluate our bet."

Kiley nodded in agreement, "Yeah, no way was she going to say no for no reason. Something's going on with her."

"I'm gon' head out too, Uce." Jacob tells Zilla.

Zilla nodded, "Alright, man. See you later."

He watched as Jacob left, still reeling from Myra's rejection.

Zilla turned to Kiley, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You think we should talk to her about it?" he asked.

"I'd rather you fuck me all over our new house. Break it in good." Kiley said.

Zilla chuckled, his eyes darkening with desire. "Now that's an offer I can't refuse."

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the warmth between us (coming soon)

Roman Reigns has always been work oriented, taking over Reigns Enterprises and following in his father’s footsteps. Women are a convenience for him, kept on a list for when it suits him, but work is his only priority. He’s worked too hard to reach the top and won't let anything drag him down…until he meets someone who changes everything.

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When their paths cross, their differences pull them together. Roman sees Valentina’s kindness as something to use or dismiss, but can’t help but be drawn to her warmth. Valentina, sees beyond Roman’s toughness and believes there’s more to him. Will Roman let his guard down, or stay locked up in his world of power? And can Valentina’s kindness break through, or will she realize she deserves more than he’s offering?

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Across the Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x Oc Fanfic.

Chapter 6: Realizations…

May 25th, 4:00 AM

Zilla quietly shut the bathroom door behind him, the muffled sounds of laughter and music from the late-night party fading into the background. His heart raced, not from guilt but from the anticipation of what he was about to do. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bag—his so-called escape.

Placing it on the edge of the bathroom counter, Zilla poured a small amount onto the surface, his hands steady despite the hours of drinking and indulging. With practiced precision, he formed a line and bent down, inhaling sharply through his nose. The substance burned slightly, but the discomfort was quickly replaced by an electrifying rush that coursed through his veins. He exhaled slowly, tilting his head back, feeling that familiar wave of euphoria flood his senses.

Every two hours since they had returned from the yacht to Jey and Rhea’s house, he had been sneaking away, indulging in the high. It felt like a release, a temporary reprieve from the chaos inside his mind.

This wasn’t something he did—this was new territory for him. But tonight, after the whirlwind of emotions over the past few days—Jacob’s growing distance, the weight of fatherhood, the constant need to prove himself—he needed this. He needed to feel alive again.

7:30 AM

The party had dwindled down to just Damian and Jon. They were the only ones still awake, sipping on what was left of the alcohol and exchanging stories in low voices. Zilla stood up from his spot on the couch, swaying slightly as he tried to make his way to the guest bedroom. The combination of the alcohol and the drugs in his system made it nearly impossible to walk in a straight line.

Jon and Damian exchanged a quick glance, both realizing Zilla was in no condition to make it on his own. They stood up and caught him just as he bumped into the corner of a table.

“Yo, man, you good?” Damian asked, slipping an arm under Zilla’s to steady him.

Zilla let out a slurred laugh. “Yeah, yeah… just… tired, you know? Long night.”

“Uh-huh,” Jon said, shaking his head as he took Zilla’s other side. “C’mon, let’s get you to bed before you wreck the place.”

They half-carried, half-guided him to the guest bedroom. Zilla mumbled a few incoherent words of thanks as they helped him onto the bed. He kicked off his jeans with some effort and flopped back onto the mattress, pulling the comforter over himself.

“Thanks, man,” Zilla muttered, his voice heavy with exhaustion.

“No problem,” Jon said, patting his shoulder. “Get some rest.”

As they left the room, Zilla turned onto his side, his head swimming from everything in his system. His arm reached out instinctively, pulling Dahlia closer to him. She stirred slightly but didn’t wake, her body molding against his.

For a brief moment, Zilla closed his eyes and let the warmth of her presence ground him. Despite everything—his mistakes, his choices, the weight of his secrets—this was his safe place.

But as the high began to wear off, a flicker of unease crept into the corners of his mind. He pushed it aside, burying it deep down, and let the exhaustion finally take over.

—

3:25 PM

Zilla groaned as he opened his eyes, his head pounding like a drum. The room was dimly lit, but even the soft light made him squint in discomfort. He turned his head to the side, expecting to see Dahlia beside him, but the bed was empty.

Slowly sitting up, Zilla scanned the room. Across the way, the bathroom door was slightly ajar, revealing a scatter of makeup, hair tools, and brushes on the counter. The faint, familiar scent of Bath and Body Works’ A Thousand Wishes lingered in the air, a reminder of Dahlia’s presence.

He sighed, running a hand down his face as the events of the night before replayed in his mind like a blurry montage. The partying, the drinks, the… other substance. Regret gnawed at the edges of his thoughts, but he shoved it aside. He couldn’t afford to dwell on it—not now.

Dragging himself out of bed, Zilla stood on shaky legs, his body protesting every movement. He peeled off his wrinkled T-shirt and boxers, leaving them in a pile on the floor, and made his way to the shower. He turned the knob, letting the water pour down without checking the temperature.

The first spray hit his skin, icy cold, but he didn’t flinch. It wasn’t until the water gradually warmed up that he leaned his head against the cool tiles, letting it cascade over him. He closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

What was Dahlia thinking right now? Had she been up long? Did she leave the room because she needed space, or was she just going about her day?

The water did little to soothe his racing mind, but at least it washed away the remnants of the previous night. Zilla stood there for a while, letting the droplets hit his skin, feeling the weight of his choices sink in.

Finally, he straightened up, running a hand through his wet hair. He turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel from the rack. Wrapping it around his waist, he looked at his reflection in the fogged-up mirror.

The man staring back at him looked tired—more tired than he’d ever seen himself. But beneath the exhaustion was something else: determination.

Zilla clenched his jaw. He couldn’t keep spiraling like this. For Dahlia, for the baby, for himself—something had to give. He had to face it all, no matter how difficult it would be.

Drying himself off, Zilla headed back into the bedroom to find some clean clothes. As Zilla pulled a plain black T-shirt over his head, his thoughts drifted to the night before again. The adrenaline rush, the sharp clarity, the fleeting euphoria—it was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t expected. But now, in the stillness of the afternoon, the crash was brutal. His body felt like it had been wrung dry, and his mind was a foggy mix of guilt and rationalization.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, and ran a hand over his face. “Cocaine,” he thought bitterly, “just one time to deal with the stress. Just to feel something… to quiet the noise.”

It wasn’t hard to see how it could become a crutch. The high was undeniable—like everything in his world finally aligned, even if only for a few hours. But the aftermath? The hollow ache in his chest, the pounding headache, and the nagging feeling that he was teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

Zilla’s hands fidgeted, picking at the edge of the comforter as he tried to reason with himself. “I won’t let it become a problem,” he told himself, his voice firm in his head. “I’m not gonna end up like those dudes on the streets. I’m better than that.”

But even as he thought it, doubt crept in. Was he really? He could already feel the pull—just the thought of another hit to smooth out the jagged edges of his mind was tempting.

Still, he shook his head and forced himself to his feet. “Only when things get bad,” he muttered under his breath, as though saying it aloud would make it true. “Only when I really need it. I can handle it.”

Yet, deep down, a small voice whispered that he was playing with fire. The same fire that burned others to ash before they even realized they were in too deep.

He tried to shake off the thought as he reached for his phone on the nightstand. He had bigger things to focus on—Dahlia, the baby, his family. But as he scrolled aimlessly through his notifications, his mind kept wandering back.

Stress events. That’s all it would be for. Just to cope when the world felt too heavy. Just to help him keep it together when everything threatened to fall apart.

Zilla placed his phone back down with a sigh. He could feel the rationalizations piling up in his mind, but for now, he told himself, he was in control. He had to be. For Dahlia. For the baby. For himself.

Zilla’s eyes softened as he heard the door push open and watched Dahlia walk in, her smile lighting up the room. She stepped closer, her presence filling the space, and kissed him gently. As she pulled away, Zilla raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Where were you?”

Dahlia grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Rhea took me to go get my toes done.” She kicked off her sandal, revealing the fresh pedicure. She lifted her foot slightly, showing off the little initials etched into her nails.

Zilla let out a laugh, his smile widening. “Are those my initials?” he asked, amused.

Dahlia shrugged playfully. “So what if they are?”

Zilla leaned forward, pulling her closer, and kissed her again, this time with more urgency. As they pulled apart, he shifted beneath her, pulling her gently on top of him. “Are you hungry?” Dahlia asked, her voice light and teasing.

Zilla stretched slightly, feeling the pull of hunger in his stomach. “Actually, I am.”

Dahlia chuckled. “Jey told Rhea he’s been starving, but she said she’s not falling for that shit because she saw him eat five waffles this morning.”

Zilla rolled his eyes, smiling. “Well, let’s go join them downstairs. See what they want to eat.”

Dahlia nodded in agreement, her lips curving into a soft smile as she watched him slip on his shoes. He grabbed his wallet and stood up, reaching for her hand. Together, they made their way downstairs, the hum of the house around them as they headed to the living room to see what the family was up to.

Rhea, Jey, Liv, and Dom were lounging. The room was filled with casual conversation and laughter, but as soon as Zilla walked in, Jey’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Finally, Sleeping Beauty has risen,” Jey teased, a grin plastered across his face.

Zilla laughed, rolling his eyes. “Chill out, Uce’.”

Dominik, sitting next to Liv, leaned forward with an amused expression. “So, what’s there to eat around here?” he asked, looking at the group.

Rhea turned to Jey, her voice light with a playful edge. “Babe, you wanna take them to that Stamford Diner we went to last week?”

Jey’s face lit up at the suggestion. “Oh yeah, I’m down for that.”

Zilla, glancing over at Jey, called out, “Yo, where’s Jeyce at?”

Jey looked back, shrugging casually. “Jeyce went over to Demi’s.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow, a smirk pulling at the corners of his lips. “Lil Uce’ got himself a girlfriend now?”

Jey’s expression shifted slightly, his grin fading as he shook his head. “Don’t get me started,” he muttered, a slight tone of exasperation in his voice.

Rhea, sitting next to him, leaned in with a chuckle. “He sticks up for her so much, he’s been using my headbutts when he starts fights,” she added, her voice full of amusement.

Zilla looked at Rhea, his eyes widening slightly. “Oh man, that’s a new level of tough love.”

Jey gave an exaggerated sigh. “Tell me about it.”

—

The group pulled into the parking lot of the Stamford Diner, their chatter still lively from the car ride over. Zilla and Dahlia walked in behind Jey and Rhea, while Liv and Dom brought up the rear. The diner had a cozy, retro feel, with red leather booths and a faint hum of ‘80s rock playing in the background.

They were quickly seated at a large corner booth. The server, a middle-aged woman with a warm smile, handed out menus and took their drink orders.

“I’ll take a Coke,” Jey said first, handing over his menu as he glanced around the table.

“Make mine a root beer,” Rhea added, her hand casually resting on Jey’s arm.

Zilla leaned back against the booth. “Pepsi for me,” he said.

Dahlia smiled up at the server. “I’ll have a lemonade, please.”

Liv and Dom went next, with Liv opting for an iced decaf coffee and Dom ordering a Dr. Pepper. Once the server walked off to grab their drinks, the group began looking over their menus.

“The menu is massive,” Liv said, flipping through the laminated pages. “They’ve got everything from pancakes to burgers.”

“Yeah, but you gotta get their wings,” Jey said, tapping his finger on the menu. “Best in town.”

“Not even a debate,” Rhea chimed in. “I got the buffalo ones last time, and they were insane.”

Dom smirked. “Okay, but what about dessert? Because I see a milkshake section that’s calling my name.”

Zilla glanced at Dahlia. “What about you? Decided yet?”

Dahlia shook her head, her eyes still scanning the options. “Not yet. It all looks good, though.”

“You can’t go wrong with the chicken and waffles here,” Jey added, leaning back as he closed his menu. “Trust me.”

“Damn uce’, you cheating on Waffle House?” Zilla joked.

“I have to… we don’t have none here!” Jey exclaimed.

The server returned with their drinks, setting them down before asking, “Are you guys ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?”

Everyone exchanged quick glances, and Jey spoke up, “Give us just a couple more minutes.”

Dahlia’s phone buzzed on the table, and she glanced down, smiling at the message from Sabrina: White Chocolate wants to know if we want to go tubing for the Fourth, said he will get us a prettier cabin than last year? She giggled softly, amused by the pet name Sabrina used for her sugar daddy.

She quickly typed back: Idk, can I tube the river when I’m pregnant?

Sabrina replied almost immediately: I already checked with Patel, yesssssss lol.

Zilla noticed the playful grin on Dahlia’s face. “Who’s that, babe?” he asked, leaning slightly toward her.

Dahlia locked her phone and set it down. “It’s just Sabrina. She’s asking me if I want to go tubing for the Fourth of July.”

Before Zilla could respond, Rhea’s curious voice broke through. “I’m sorry, but what’s tubing?”

The table went quiet for a moment as everyone exchanged looks before collectively turning to Zilla and Dahlia—the Texas natives.

Jey smirked and chimed in. “Trinity tried getting us to tube one time, but the weather cancelled it. I still don’t know what the big deal is.”

Zilla chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Tubing’s simple. You just float down the river in an inflatable tube, drink beer, and blast music. Some people go all out and rent cabins or houses near the river to make it a weekend party.”

Rhea’s eyes lit up. “That actually sounds amazing! I wanna try that!”

Jey turned to her, raising a skeptical brow. “Babe, you’re gonna be like a month away from your due date by then.”

Rhea shrugged confidently. “So? I can always ask Dr. Brown.”

Jey sighed but smirked, already knowing where this was going. “Fine, but Dahlia, if you don’t mind, can we tag along? It’d be fun to make a group trip out of it.”

Rhea grinned, jumping in. “Yeah, for sure! I can even look into renting a house by the river. You can invite your friend too, Dahlia!”

Dahlia nodded, excited. “Totally. It’s usually just me and Sabrina anyway, so she’d love a bigger group. She’s also a big Liv and Dom fan.”

Liv perked up at the mention of her name. “It’s like she’s about to live her dream partying with us.”

Dahlia laughed, pulling out her phone. “I’ll text her and see if she’s cool with it.”

Dom, always ready for an adventure, grinned. “After we eat, Rhea, you should start looking up houses with pools.”

Rhea rolled her eyes but smiled. “Picky much? You gotta enjoy the nature too, you know.”

Zilla nodded in agreement, a teasing glint in his eye. “See, now you’re talking! It’s not tubing if you don’t feel like you’re out in the wild.”

The table burst into laughter as their drinks arrived, and the group started diving deeper into planning the perfect Fourth of July getaway.

—

Later that afternoon, Jey and Rhea stood by the drop-off zone, waving as Zilla and Dahlia made their way into the airport. Rhea called out, “Don’t forget to text us when you land!” before the sliding doors closed behind them.

Inside, Dahlia held Zilla’s hand tightly as they navigated the airport crowd. Her mind wandered back to the weekend—the laughter, the late night, and the overwhelming warmth of being surrounded by his family.

As they approached the gate, the announcement rang out overhead: “Flight 1725 to Houston is now boarding.” Zilla turned to Dahlia, his hand giving hers a reassuring squeeze. “So, what’d you think of meeting everyone?”

Dahlia glanced up at him, her lips curling into a small smile. “It was… a lot,” she admitted. “But I loved it. Jey and Rhea are so chill. Joe and Galina were sweet—Galina gave me that whole ‘you better treat him right’ talk.” She laughed lightly. “Liv and Dom are just as wild as they seem on TV, and Trinity’s hilarious.”

Zilla smirked. “That’s my family for you. They’re loud, crazy, but they love hard. And what about Joseph and Almia? Did they scare you off?”

Dahlia shook her head with a soft laugh. “Not at all. Almia was so nice—she kept asking if I needed anything. And Damian and Kayden? I wasn’t expecting them to be so down-to-earth. Honestly, I felt… welcome.”

“That’s ‘cause you are, babe,” Zilla said, his tone softening. “You’re part of this now. They’re your people, too.”

They handed their boarding passes to the agent and made their way onto the plane. Finding their seats, Zilla stored their carry-ons and slid into the window seat. Dahlia settled beside him, her expression thoughtful.

“You know,” she said, glancing at him, “I was nervous about meeting everyone, but they made it so easy. Even with Jacob not being there, I didn’t feel out of place. It was like they just… accepted me.”

Zilla leaned back in his seat, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “That’s because you fit, Dahlia. They see what I see.”

Her cheeks warmed, and she reached over to take his hand. “Thank you for bringing me into your world, Isayah. I didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

“You’re stuck with me now,” he teased, giving her hand a squeeze.

As the plane taxied toward the runway, Dahlia rested her head on his shoulder, her heart feeling lighter than it had. She wasn’t just building a relationship with Zilla—she was finding a family, a home, and a sense of belonging she never knew she needed.

Zilla and Dahlia stepped off the plane and into the warm Houston air. After collecting their luggage, they made their way to the parking lot where Zilla’s black Camaro was waiting. The sleek car gleamed under the afternoon sun, and Zilla unlocked it with a press of his key fob.

He opened the passenger door for Dahlia before slipping into the driver’s seat. As they pulled out of the airport, Zilla reached over and laced his fingers with hers. The hum of the engine filled the silence between them until Zilla spoke.

“I’m gonna leave the Camaro with you again,” he said casually, his eyes on the road.

Dahlia turned to him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “What do you mean, babe?”

“I want you to keep using it,” he replied, glancing at her briefly. “I’m not here all the time, and I know you are. You can use it to get to work or wherever you need to go.”

Dahlia’s mouth parted in surprise. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, babe,” Zilla said firmly. “I don’t want you bumming rides off Sabrina. You deserve to have something reliable—and something that’s mine, just like you are.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she looked down at their joined hands. “Thank you, Isayah. I don’t even know what to say.”

“Just say you’ll take care of it,” he teased, shooting her a grin.

“I will,” she promised, squeezing his hand.

As they approached Sabrina’s apartment, Dahlia couldn’t help but feel a warmth settle in her chest. Zilla’s gesture wasn’t just practical—it was a sign of his trust and commitment to her.

They pulled into the parking lot, and Zilla parked the Camaro in front of Sabrina’s unit. He turned to Dahlia, his expression soft. “I mean it, D. You’re everything to me. If this makes things easier for you, then that’s all I care about.”

Dahlia leaned over and kissed him gently. “You’re too good to me.”

“Just giving my girl what she deserves,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

With that, they got out of the car, grabbing their bags and heading toward Sabrina’s door. Dahlia felt a new sense of security settle over her.

Zilla unlocked the door to Sabrina's apartment, pushing it open and stepping inside. The place was quiet, the faint hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the empty space. He glanced around and raised an eyebrow.

"Looks like no one's home," he said, letting the door close behind them.

Dahlia, however, had other plans. She grabbed his hand, her grip firm, and tugged him toward her room at the end of the hall.

"Eager much?" Zilla teased, a sly grin spreading across his face as he followed her lead.

"Before she comes back!" Dahlia whispered sharply, glancing back at him with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Once inside her room, Dahlia shut the door, locking it for good measure. She turned around, her cheeks slightly flushed, and faced Zilla, who leaned casually against the wall with his arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

"You're really worried about Sabrina walking in?" he asked, smirking.

"Yes!" Dahlia said, her voice hushed but insistent.

"You know how nosy she is. She'll make it her mission to come in here and ruin the moment."

Zilla laughed softly and pushed off the wall, stepping closer to her. "And what moment are we talking about exactly?" he asked, his voice dropping slightly as he tilted his head.

Dahlia bit her lip and smiled, her hands trailing up his chest. "This one," she whispered before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Zilla chuckled against her lips, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer. "Guess we better make it quick, then," he murmured, his words laced with playful sarcasm.

"Or," Dahlia said, pulling back just enough to look into his eyes, "we could lock her out when she gets home."

Zilla's laughter filled the small room as he kissed her again, deeper this time. "You're bad," he muttered, his lips brushing against hers.

"Only for you," she replied with a grin, tugging him toward the bed as they both tried to forget the world outside for just a little while.

—

As Zilla lay peacefully asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, Dahlia slipped quietly out of bed. She stretched, throwing on her shirt with the softest of movements, trying not to disturb him. As she tiptoed across the room, she heard the doorbell ring. A package, she assumed—probably one of Sabrina’s countless Amazon orders.

Without thinking too much, Dahlia grabbed Zilla’s boxers from the chair, sliding them on quickly. Just as she pulled them up, she felt something unusual poking at her side. Frowning, she tugged at the waistband, pulling it back to reveal an insert, slightly cut and sewn into the fabric. Her heart skipped a beat as she studied the seam.

What the hell?

Her breath caught in her throat as she looked over at Zilla, still obliviously asleep. Dahlia’s mind raced as she tried to make sense of it. She carefully slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as possible.

Once in the living room, she opened the front door, grabbing the package off the porch. She threw it casually onto the couch and hesitated for a second, glancing back toward the hallway.

Her mind wouldn’t stop churning, and her curiosity got the best of her. Turning on the kitchen light, she walked back to the couch, staring down at the boxers.

What had she found?

Dahlia pulled the waistband back again, this time with more urgency. She slid her fingers into the fabric, feeling around, but came up empty. No hidden messages. Just a secret lining.

Frowning, she tried again, her fingers tracing the seams more carefully. She moved slowly, her heart pounding as she searched for something she couldn’t quite place. Something didn’t sit right.

There was something more to this.

Dahlia went back to the room, her mind racing. She quickly slid off the boxers and tossed them back onto the chair where Zilla had thrown them earlier. Her hands were still shaking, but she pulled on her pants, trying to act like everything was normal. Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard the doorbell ring again.

“Fucking Sabrina, stop ordering from Amazon,” she muttered under her breath, her patience running thin. She walked toward the door, preparing for yet another unnecessary delivery, but as she reached the door, she heard a knock instead.

Dahlia opened the door, only to be met with a surprise—Jacob Fatu, standing there with a serious look on his face.

“Hello,” Dahlia said, her voice hesitant, sensing that something was off.

Jacob barely acknowledged her, his eyes scanning her face before he spoke. “Where’s my cousin?”

The directness of his question made Dahlia’s heart skip a beat. There was no friendly greeting, no warmth in his tone.

“He’s sleeping right now,” Dahlia replied, keeping her voice steady despite the unease growing in her chest. “Is there something important?”

Jacob’s face remained impassive as he responded, “A work matter.”

Without another word, he pushed past her and into the house. Dahlia was left standing in the doorway for a moment before following him down the hall, her steps slow but determined.

Jacob reached the door to Zilla’s room and knocked sharply, pushing the door open without waiting for a response. Inside, Zilla groaned from beneath the covers.

“Get your ass up,” Jacob ordered, his tone commanding. “We got work tomorrow.”

Zilla, still groggy, squinted at his cousin. “I don’t have to be at RAW tomorrow,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.

Jacob’s frustration was palpable. “If you bothered to check your email, yeah, you do. Get your shit and let’s go.”

Dahlia stood just outside the doorway, watching the exchange unfold, but her confusion only grew when Jacob addressed Zilla again.

“Stop playing fucking house,” Jacob said sharply. “Meet me downstairs in the car in five minutes.”

With that, Jacob pushed past Dahlia and left the room without another word. Dahlia remained frozen for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She looked at Zilla, who was still half asleep, and felt an overwhelming sense of unease.

She moved toward the bed, her voice shaky as she asked, “Isayah, what the hell was that?”

Zilla slowly propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes heavy with sleep but confused nonetheless. “I… I don’t know,” he muttered, trying to piece things together. He looked at the door where Jacob had left, then back at Dahlia. “I wasn’t expecting him. He never usually comes by like that.”

Dahlia felt a pit form in her stomach. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but whatever it was, it didn’t feel right.

Zilla hurriedly pulled on his clothes, the sound of fabric rustling filling the quiet room. Dahlia stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, her eyes following his every movement. There was a tightness in her chest, the unease that came with the unexpected departure gnawing at her insides.

She spoke before she could stop herself, her voice small but clear. “But I thought we had the week together.”

Zilla’s movements slowed, his hand pausing on his shirt as he turned to face her. His expression softened, a flicker of regret flashing in his eyes. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, guilt tugging at his features. “I’m sorry, baby,” he said, his voice laced with sincerity. “Come here.”

Dahlia hesitated for a moment before stepping forward, the distance between them feeling suddenly wider than it ever had before. Zilla pulled her into his arms, holding her tight as if trying to absorb the weight of the moment. He kissed the top of her head, the warmth of his lips a small comfort against the growing ache in her heart.

“Don’t worry, honey,” he murmured, his voice low and gentle, “I’ll be back Saturday morning, okay?” He held her even closer, as though his embrace could make everything better.

Dahlia pressed her cheek into his chest, trying to calm the rising wave of frustration within her. She lifted her head slightly, looking up at him with soft but searching eyes. “That’s too long,” she whispered, her voice barely above a breath. The disappointment was evident in the slight tremor of her words.

Zilla’s eyes softened with regret, his fingers brushing against her cheek as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I know, I know,” he said quietly. “But work calls, babe. You know how it is.” His gaze met hers, holding it for a long moment, as if silently asking her to understand.

Dahlia exhaled, the tightness in her chest refusing to loosen. She wanted to be understanding, to be the supportive girlfriend he needed, but the thought of spending the rest of the week alone felt like a weight pressing down on her. She stood on her tiptoes, closing the distance between them, and kissed him—a kiss that was soft, but held an undercurrent of longing, a plea for him to stay.

When they broke apart, Zilla rested his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I’ll text you, okay?” he promised, his voice barely a whisper.

Dahlia nodded, her lips trembling slightly as she tried to smile. “Okay.” But the word felt hollow in her mouth, the unspoken words hanging between them. She wanted to say more, to make him stay, but she knew that was selfish. Still, it didn’t make it any easier to watch him pull away, to know he was leaving her again.

Zilla kissed her forehead one last time, the gesture lingering as he stepped back, finishing pulling on his shoes. “I’ll be back before you know it,” he added, though his words felt more like a promise he wished he didn’t have to make.

Dahlia watched him, her heart heavy, her mind racing with a mix of emotions. She wanted to believe him, wanted to trust that the days apart wouldn’t be as difficult as they seemed. But the lingering feeling of loss, even before he’d left, was hard to ignore.

As Zilla grabbed his bag and headed for the door, he turned back to her, his eyes softening once more. “I adore you,” he said quietly.

Dahlia’s throat tightened, and she forced a smile, her voice shaky as she replied, “I adore you too.”

With one last look, he stepped out the door, leaving Dahlia standing there, the silence of the room filling the space between them. She let out a slow breath, trying to push aside the sadness that threatened to overwhelm her. She wasn’t sure how she was going to fill the next few days without him, but for now, she had no choice but to let him go.

Zilla slammed the door shut as he hopped into the car, the engine roaring to life as Jacob sped off down the street. The rush of air through the open windows did nothing to calm the tension brewing between the two cousins. Jacob’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his jaw clenched as he navigated the roads with a focused intensity.

“That kid really yours?” Jacob asked, his tone laced with skepticism as he glanced at Zilla.

Zilla let out a long, drawn-out sigh, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “Yes, I’ve already told you this,” he replied, his voice flat but heavy with the weight of repeated explanations.

Jacob shook his head, his eyes fixed on the road. “Man, I don’t get you,” he muttered under his breath.

Zilla crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat, staring out the window. The sound of tires against pavement filled the air as they sped down the highway. “Damn, uce’,” Zilla finally broke the silence. “I’ve already made up with my mom. What more do you want from me?”

Jacob’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his eyes narrowing with a sharp edge of concern. “It’s not about that. Don’t you realize that you’re throwing your life away?” His voice cracked with the weight of the question. “You’ve got all the potential in the world, Zilla. And I’m telling you, if you keep going down this path… it’s not going to end well.”

Zilla’s jaw tightened, his hands flexing into fists at his sides. “Uce’,” he said, his voice growing more pointed. “You had a kid at my age! Why are you pressed on me?” His words cut through the air, the anger in his tone palpable.

Jacob shot him a sharp look, his frustration matching Zilla’s. “Because I’ve seen this before, uce’. I’ve seen where it goes when you’re not focused. And you—” He shook his head, exasperated. “You’ve got too much going on to be messing around like this. You’re letting everything slip through your fingers.”

Zilla clenched his teeth, his heart pounding in his chest. “I’m not like you, Jacob,” he said, his voice lower but no less heated. “I’m trying to figure things out. I’m not gonna rush into something just because it’s what everyone else expects.”

Jacob’s gaze softened for a moment, his tone shifting, though the concern never left his eyes. “I’m not saying you need to rush, uce’. But you’re throwing yourself into something that doesn’t make sense. You’ve got to take a step back and look at the bigger picture.”

Zilla stayed quiet for a long moment, the weight of Jacob’s words settling in the air between them. He wanted to argue, to push back against the idea that he was making mistakes, but deep down, he knew Jacob had a point. However, he wasn’t ready to face it—not yet. Instead, he stared out the window, lost in thought.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Zilla finally muttered, his voice softer. “I’ll figure it out. I always do.”

Jacob pulled up to a red light and let the car coast to a stop. The weight of the silence between him and Zilla seemed to press down on both of them, thick and suffocating. Jacob glanced over at Zilla, his eyes filled with a mix of frustration and concern. His voice was low but heavy as he finally spoke, breaking the silence that had hung between them.

“Do you even know what you’re gonna miss?” Jacob’s question hung in the air like an accusation. Zilla didn’t respond immediately, the question seeming to catch him off guard. But Jacob didn’t wait for an answer. He continued, his words coming faster now, as though he couldn’t hold them back any longer.

“You’re not going to be there for the first ultrasound. You’re not going to be there when the baby starts to kick,” Jacob’s voice broke with the weight of his own regret, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. “You’re not going to be there for her baby shower. You’re not going to be there when you find out the gender… all those moments. All those things she’s going to experience, and you’re just gonna let it slip away.”

Zilla’s stomach twisted, a knot of guilt beginning to form as Jacob’s words hit harder than he expected. He looked out the window, his mind flashing to Dahlia—her smile, the way she’d looked at him with so much hope when they’d first talked about the baby. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, the realization of what he might miss starting to settle in like a weight.

“I’m not missing anything,” Zilla finally said, his voice low but defensive. “I’m doing what I need to do. I’m making money. I’m getting ahead. I’ll make up for the rest.”

Jacob’s laugh was bitter. “You think that’s gonna make up for it? You think that’s gonna make up for not being there when your kid needs you? When Dahlia needs you?” He shook his head, frustration lining his features. “You’re letting it all slip by. You’re letting her slip by. And one day, you’re gonna look back, and you’re gonna regret not being there for her, for that kid.”

Zilla’s throat tightened. He wanted to argue, to push back against Jacob’s accusations, but part of him knew they were true. The thought of missing out on all those first moments, the small milestones that would make up his child’s life, began to eat at him. What if Jacob was right? What if he wasn’t there when his child took their first breath, or when Dahlia looked at him, hoping to see more than just a father in a photograph?

“I… I’m just trying to get ahead,” Zilla muttered, his voice strained. “I don’t want to be behind, you know? I want to provide for them. I want to be able to give them everything.”

Jacob let out a long sigh. “You can’t give them everything if you’re not there. Money doesn’t mean shit if you’re not around for the real stuff. The stuff that makes you a father. The stuff that makes you a man.”

Zilla was quiet, the weight of his cousin’s words sinking deeper. Jacob wasn’t wrong, but Zilla wasn’t sure how to fix it. He wasn’t sure how to balance everything—his career, his responsibilities, and the life he was trying to build with Dahlia.

“You’re gonna have to figure it out, uce’,” Jacob said softly, his voice lacking the bite it had earlier. “But you don’t have much time.”

Zilla nodded, feeling the sting of the truth in Jacob’s words. He didn’t know what to say, or what he could do, but the idea of losing time with Dahlia and the baby wasn’t something he was ready to face.

As the light turned green and Jacob accelerated the car, Zilla sat back, his mind racing with the gravity of what his cousin had just told him.

—

Zilla felt the familiar weight of exhaustion hit him as soon as he stepped off the plane. Salt Lake City, Utah—a new city, another city to add to the list of places he had been. It felt like he was always on the move, always chasing something, but never really getting anywhere. He and Jacob grabbed their bags and piled into an Uber, the car humming along as they made their way to the hotel.

Once they arrived, Jacob was quick to make plans with Joseph, suggesting they hit the gym before their next obligations. Zilla just nodded, though his mind was elsewhere. He wasn’t in the mood for a workout, or small talk. His body ached from the travel, and his head felt heavy. “I just need rest,” he muttered, brushing off his cousin’s suggestion.

Jacob didn’t push. He grabbed his bag and went off to meet Joseph.

Zilla stood in the hotel room, looking around at the sterile white walls, the made bed, the tiny desk where he had placed his things. He felt the familiar gnawing frustration start to rise in his chest. All he could think about was the tension between the life he was living and the life he knew he should be living. Dahlia. The baby. His future.

“Fuck this shit,” Zilla muttered under his breath, grabbing his bag and heading for the bathroom. He turned the shower on full blast, letting the steam fill the room as he tried to clear his mind. He let the hot water pour over him, the heat seeping into his muscles, but it did little to ease the unrest inside. His thoughts kept drifting back to Dahlia, to the baby he wasn’t sure he was ready for, but knew he had to face.

After the shower, Zilla grabbed a fresh set of clothes. He dressed a little nicer than usual, something more refined. His eyes fell on the pair of boxers he had left in his bag, folded neatly, but there was something more hidden in them. His fingers traced the inseam before he made a decisive cut. Inside was a small bag of powder, neatly tucked away. Zilla didn’t hesitate. He pulled it out, stared at it for a moment, before snorting the contents. His mind went blank for a moment, the high settling into his veins.

“Fucking Houston TSA.. don’t know how to tell what a bag of coke looks like..”

The bag was discarded, hidden away in the trash, and Zilla quickly wiped away any trace of the evidence. He didn’t have time for anyone to question him. He needed to keep it together. He grabbed his wallet and keycard, shoving them into his pocket, and left the room without a second thought.

The hotel lobby was quiet, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound as he walked past the reception desk. He made his way to the bar, his footsteps heavy but deliberate. The dim lighting of the bar was comforting, almost inviting, and Zilla settled into a seat at the counter, ordering a drink without a second thought.

He didn’t know what he was searching for, but he hoped the answer would come eventually. Maybe this was the only way to drown out the constant pressure—the feeling of being stuck in the middle of everything.

Zilla ordered and thanked the bartender. He took a long sip of his Jack and Coke, the warmth of the alcohol settling in his chest as the tension in his muscles started to ease. His eyes scanned the bar, the low buzz of conversation blending with the soft clinking of glasses. He was trying to shut everything out, trying to enjoy the brief peace that came with being away from everything he was avoiding.

That was until he heard the voice.

“Hey, fresh meat.”

Zilla froze for a moment before slowly turning his head. He wasn’t expecting to see her. Cora Jade—her face unmistakable, her presence magnetic. He hadn’t seen her since that night they had danced, the night Jacob had to pull him away from her after things had gotten a little too heated. He remembered the heat of her touch, the way her perfume had lingered in the air. But he wasn’t in the mood for distractions tonight.

“No offense, but I’m not in the mood,” Zilla muttered, keeping his voice low, nursing his drink as he turned back to face the counter.

Cora wasn’t easily deterred, though. She slid into the seat next to him, her presence a little too close for comfort. The scent of her perfume lingered in the air, sweet and intoxicating. She smiled, a knowing grin that bordered on mischievous, as she leaned in closer.

“I can be an ear if you want,” she said, her voice smooth, almost too smooth. It had that sultry quality to it, the one that Zilla knew all too well. She wasn’t just offering a friendly ear—she was offering something more, something dangerous, something he wasn’t sure he could resist.

Zilla stiffened slightly, his fingers tightening around his glass. He had to admit, there was something about Jaida that always drew him in. The way she used her voice, her manipulation skills, the way she seemed to know exactly what to say to make him feel like he wanted to talk. But he couldn’t let her in—not tonight. Not after everything.

He glanced at her again, his eyes scanning her face, but it was hard to read her intentions. Was this just casual? Or did she have another game to play?

“I don’t need to talk,” Zilla replied, his tone a little sharper this time as he tried to focus on his drink.

Cora smiled, unfazed. She wasn’t going to give up that easily. “You sure about that? You’re not fooling anyone,” she teased, her fingers lightly grazing the edge of his glass. “I know when a guy’s got something on his mind.”

Zilla stared at her for a moment, feeling the weight of her gaze on him. Cora was persistent, and Zilla knew she was good at getting people to open up, even when they didn’t want to. But he wasn’t ready to let her in, not with the mess his life was right now. Not with the thoughts of Dahlia and the baby clouding his mind.

He took another sip, this time with more force, and forced himself to meet her eyes. “I don’t think you’re the one I need to talk to,” he said, his voice firm.

Cora’s grin widened, and Zilla knew she wasn’t going to walk away easily. But for once, he didn’t let her pull him in. He wasn’t in the mood for her games. He just needed a little peace—even if it meant shutting her out.

Zilla let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temples as Cora’s persistence wore him down. He wasn’t sure why he even gave in, but something about the way she kept pushing, her voice low and smooth, made it hard to keep up the wall he’d built around himself.

Cora leaned in a little closer, her eyes never leaving his, as if she could already sense the cracks in his resolve. “I’m just here to listen, Zilla. No judgment. Just… talk. It’s easy. You’ll see.”

“Fine,” Zilla muttered, the words leaving his mouth before he could think better of it. “But don’t go thinking I’m gonna spill everything. I got enough shit going on already.”

Zilla sighed, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the world pressing down on him. It wasn’t like he wanted to unload on her, but the tension in his chest was suffocating, and he knew he couldn’t carry it alone for much longer. Maybe talking about it—just getting it off his chest—might ease the pressure, even if it was just for a moment.

“I got a baby on the way,” Zilla started, his voice low and rough. “And I’m still trying to figure out what the hell I’m doing. I’m not ready for this, I don’t know if I’ll ever be, and I feel like everyone’s waiting for me to get it together, but I can’t even get myself together. There’s always something…”

Cora didn’t interrupt, just sat there, watching him with a calm intensity that made it hard for him to look away. For the first time in a while, Zilla let himself breathe and let the words come out. It was almost like he couldn’t stop once he started.

“My family’s all over the place. Jacob’s been on my ass, making everything feel like it’s a bigger deal than it is. And Dahlia…” Zilla paused, swallowing hard. “I don’t know if I’m doing right by her. I’ve got this kid coming, but I’m still not sure what kind of man I’m supposed to be.”

Cora sat back in her chair, nodding slowly as she let the words settle. She didn’t speak right away, just gave him the space to finish his thoughts. But when she did, her tone was almost soothing, like she was guiding him through the fog.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Cora’s voice was gentle, almost teasing, but there was something comforting in the way she spoke. “You just needed to say it. Sometimes, just putting it out there makes it feel less heavy. You can’t keep everything inside forever, Zilla. It eats at you.”

Zilla frowned, leaning back in his seat as the weight of her words lingered. He wasn’t sure if she was right—if talking about it really made it easier—but for the first time in a while, it felt like a small weight had been lifted. Still, he wasn’t about to let himself get too comfortable with this. Cora was just someone he’d met again tonight, and he couldn’t let himself be fooled by her smooth words.

“What do you mean?” Zilla asked, his voice still low, guarded. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cora gave him a look, one that held a mix of understanding and something else. Maybe sympathy. Maybe something else he couldn’t place.

“I mean exactly what I said,” she replied, her voice almost motherly. “It’s just talking, Zilla. It doesn’t have to be some big dramatic moment. You don’t have to have all the answers. You just have to keep moving, keep breathing. That’s how you get through it. One step at a time.”

Zilla stared at her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and wariness. She didn’t know him, didn’t know everything he was going through, but there was something in the way she talked that made it hard to dismiss her completely.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna fix anything,” Zilla muttered, looking down at his drink, unsure of what to feel.

Cora leaned in slightly, her gaze never leaving him, the intensity back in her eyes. “It won’t fix everything, Zilla. But it might make it easier to figure out what to do next. Talking always helps. Trust me.”

Zilla didn’t respond. He couldn’t. He just sat there, feeling the weight of her words sink in, even if he wasn’t ready to fully admit it. He wasn’t sure if talking would help him, but for now, it was the only thing that didn’t feel like a dead end.

She leaned over the bar to order another round of drinks—a tequila sunrise and two shots of Patron, her hands steady even as she swayed just slightly. Her smile was almost predatory, but Zilla didn’t seem to mind. He barely noticed when the alcohol started to creep up on him, making everything blurrier, a little softer around the edges. It felt good, in a way, to let go and just be in the moment.

“Don’t worry about it,” Cora said as she slid the drinks across the counter toward him, the clink of the glass louder in the quiet bar than it should’ve been. She slid a shot toward him and took one herself. “My treat.”

Zilla hesitated for only a second before tossing back the shot. The warm burn of the alcohol slid down his throat, mixing with the hazy, almost numb feeling creeping over him. He wasn’t sure what it was—maybe the tequila, maybe just the weight of everything, but it felt good to drown in it, if only for a while.

Before he knew it, after several drinks and topics that were useless, Cora was leaning in again, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that Zilla had seen before but never really paid attention to. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the loneliness gnawing at him, but he didn’t stop her when she smiled and said, “Let’s go up to my room. I’ve got a bottle I’ve been dying to crack open.”

Zilla blinked, his mind swimming in the fog of the alcohol, and before he knew it, he was nodding, following her toward the elevator. He wasn’t thinking clearly, wasn’t questioning what he was doing. The weight of everything was too much, and for just a moment, the idea of losing himself in something—anything—seemed like a way to escape the crushing pressure.

Before he knew it, they walked down the hall to Cora’s room. Zilla felt the walls closing in, the dim light of the hallway creating long, ghostly shadows. Cora opened the door with a keycard, stepping inside with a smirk on her face as she gestured for him to follow.

The room smelled faintly of vanilla and something else—a hint of that familiar perfume he remembered. Zilla sat down on the bed as Cora dug around in her bag. She pulled out a bottle of something expensive-looking and casually cracked it open, pouring them both generous sips before sitting beside him.

She handed him the bottle, her fingers brushing his as he took it. He could feel the alcohol working faster now, his mind fogging, the edges of reality blurring. She took her own sip, not breaking eye contact, her smile widening as if she knew exactly what she was doing.

“Here,” she said, handing the bottle back to him. “It’ll help you forget. Just relax, Zilla.”

He didn’t respond right away. He took another sip, the liquid burning on its way down. Cora was right. It did help him forget, just for a second. He felt lighter, less… trapped.

They traded the bottle back and forth, each sip taking him deeper into a haze that felt both comforting and dangerous. Every time the bottle passed between them, it felt like he was giving more of himself away, but in that moment, he didn’t care. Everything he was running from was forgotten, slipping through his fingers, fading into the background.

The alcohol was working quickly now. Zilla felt dizzy, the world spinning around him in a way that made his thoughts scatter. Cora’s voice seemed muffled, but her touch was clear, her fingers lingering a little too long as she passed him the bottle again.

His breath was uneven, his chest tight. Something in his gut told him he should stop, should get up and leave, but Cora’s eyes were locked on him, her gaze pulling him in like a magnet. She leaned in closer, her lips close to his ear as she whispered, “It’s just you and me now.”

The words rang in his head, making him feel even more disconnected from everything he was trying to run from. He should’ve stopped, should’ve left the room before things went further, but in that moment, he was caught in the haze. It was easier to stay, easier to let Cora’s presence wash over him.

Zilla shifted on the bed, his vision blurring even more, and for the first time in a while, he didn’t think about Dahlia, about his responsibilities, or the future. He just… existed in this moment.

Cora’s lips pressed against Zilla's with a sudden urgency that pulled him in. The world around him felt like it was falling away, the weight of everything in his life fading into the background.

Her hands slid up to his face, cupping it gently as she deepened the kiss, her touch confident, almost commanding.

Zilla hesitated for just a moment, the fog of alcohol clouding his thoughts, but that hesitation quickly dissipated. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this detached, this free. He didn't think about Dahlia, didn't think about the baby or the responsibilities that weighed him down. All he knew in that moment was Cora’s hands on him, her lips, the heat of her body close to his.

She pulled him closer, her fingers threading through his hair, the kiss becoming more demanding, more heated. Zilla's mind was a blur, the alcohol mixing with the pull of desire, the confusion of where he was and who he was with.

The weight of his emotions, of his struggles, seemed to disappear entirely as he kissed her back, his hands moving to her waist, instinctively pulling her in even closer.

Cora didn't break the kiss. She knew exactly what she was doing, pushing all of his boundaries in a way that made it impossible to think clearly. There was something about the way she moved, the way she took control, that made it hard for him to step back, even if part of him knew he should.

He couldn't walk away now. He could feel the tension, the pull between them, and for once, it felt like the chaos of his life was far away. Everything lately had been a blur of stress and responsibility, but now, with Jaida's kiss still lingering on his lips, it felt like he had finally found an escape, even if it was only temporary.

Cora broke the kiss just long enough to look into his eyes, her breath shallow as she spoke with a sly smile. "You're not walking away from me now, are you?"

Zilla opened his mouth to respond, but the words stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something— anything-but all that came out was a breathless exhale. He wasn't sure what he was feeling, but it was as if every part of him was locked into this moment, unable to break free.

"Good," Cora whispered, her lips brushing against his jaw before moving down to his neck. "I thought so."

As the kiss progressed, Zilla opened his eyes and they fell on his phone in the corner of his vision, the soft glow lighting up the dim room. Dahlia’s contact picture flashed across the screen, the pink heart next to her name pulling at him in ways he couldn’t ignore. The image of her kissing his cheek sent a rush of warmth through him, a reminder of everything he had at home, everything he had almost thrown away in that moment.

Without thinking, he shoved Cora off of him, the sudden motion startling her. She stumbled back, confused, trying to catch her balance. Zilla’s pulse raced, not from the heat of the moment, but from the weight of the realization crashing down on him. His mind cleared, his heart settled where it always should’ve been: with Dahlia, the mother of his unborn child.

He didn’t even glance at the phone as it buzzed with Dahlia’s call still coming through. Zilla shook his head, trying to push out the fog of alcohol and temptation. This wasn’t him.

“I ain’t doing this shit,” Zilla said, his voice firm but strained.

Cora tilted her head, clearly taken aback. “You were just fine a minute ago,” she replied, her voice teasing, trying to reel him back in.

Zilla stood up, his hands shaking slightly as he adjusted his clothes, trying to regain control of himself. “Yeah, until I realized where my loyalties are at,” he said, the words feeling heavier than they should. He locked eyes with Cora for a split second before turning away.

He didn’t give her a chance to respond. Without another word, he grabbed his jacket from the chair and strode toward the door. His heart was already pounding as he walked down the hallway, the echo of his footsteps in the quiet hotel. He had no intention of going back to that room, no matter how loud the temptation tried to call him back.

As he stepped into the elevator, Zilla didn’t look back. He was done. He knew where he needed to be. His mind was set.

The elevator doors slid shut with a soft chime.

[talkswithdesi]

Where the Zilla Fatu and Jacob Fatu fan fics at?! If those two aren’t fine as fuckkkkkk whewww!!

[fafomama]

I have some old fics I wrote back when the Shield was around that I'm thinking of re-working. One multipart and a few one shots...mostly smut. I'm still figuring out this whole Tumblr thing and how to use it. Old dog, new tricks and all that.

[msbigredmachine]

Finding Angel: The Masterlist

Roman Reigns is pro wrestling’s biggest star, Hollywood’s next leading man, and a man who thrives on power and control. But when he crosses paths with Naima Murphy, a bold choreographer moonlighting as Angel, Atlanta’s most sought-after exotic dancer, his carefully ordered world tilts on its axis.

Their chemistry is electric, undeniable, but so are the obstacles standing in their way.

Naima wrestles with the weight of her past and present, while Roman’s relentless schedule and the resurfacing of a toxic figure from his life threaten their bond. Insiders and outsiders alike question his relationship with a stripper, and adding fuel to the fire, an unexpected rival within Roman’s circle seethes with resentment, hellbent on complicating his pursuit of love and loyalty.

As secrets, scandals, and enemies close in from all sides, their love faces the ultimate test. In Finding Angel, passion and heartbreak collide in a story of redemption, resilience, and two lonely souls fighting for the one thing they can’t live without...Each other.

✨Pairing: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x Stripper!Black Fem OC ✨Featuring: Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Naomi, Bianca Belair, Jade Cargill, Paul Heyman, Sami Zayn, Damian Priest, Solo Sikoa, Tama Tonga, Jacob Fatu, and several Original Characters ✨Warnings: Explicit sexual content, violence, strong language, toxic dynamics, infidelity, trauma, angst, others tbc

✨Chapters✨

✨One✨Two✨Three✨Four✨Five✨

✨Shorts✨

An Angelic Christmas🎄- On their first Christmas together, Roman and Naima share heartfelt gifts, tender moments, and an intimate celebration that deepens their connection.

My Angel, My Love - For their first Valentine’s, Roman and Naima indulge in passion, laughter, and love.

40 Days & 40 Nights - When Roman and Naima commit to abstaining from sex for Lent, they think it’ll be a test of willpower. What they don’t anticipate is just how torturous it will be.

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Masterlist will be updated with each chapter.

[xoxorealitygalore]

CHILL BABY

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

December 2024

Even now, after years in WWE, that unrelenting attitude was still a defining feature of her persona. It had earned her the reputation of a loose cannon, a reputation that, despite all the progress she’d made, still lingered around her like a shadow.

“I don’t know how to shut up. I don’t know how to stop fighting,” Yami was saying into the microphone, her voice unmistakably confident but tinged with a hint of self-awareness. “I don’t know how to be calm. I’m just classy with attitude. Like, when I got signed to WWE? It was because Mark Henry saw me fighting at a gas station and told me about WWE.”

Her words caused the host to chuckle, but it was Jacob Fatu, the other guest on the podcast, who seemed to pay the most attention. He was leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Yami as she spoke. His usual easygoing demeanor had shifted, and for the first time since he’d joined the podcast, he seemed slightly distracted—distracted by Yami’s raw energy, her unguarded self-expression. In the six months since they had crossed paths, Jacob had developed a subtle admiration for her, but hearing her speak this honestly—about her struggles, her flaws, her ambition—made him admire her all the more.

“But I’m working on it,” Yami continued, the smile on her lips softening as she leaned back slightly in her chair. “I’m in therapy and anger management. I’m getting better. Really. It’s just hard, you know? It’s like I’m constantly fighting myself just to stay calm. But I’m doing it.”

Jacob, who had spent years in the ring wrestling with his own demons, understood exactly what she meant. The road to self-improvement was never easy, especially when your profession demanded a level of aggression that often spilled over into your personal life.

“Therapy, huh?” Jacob said, the gentle smile on his lips betraying the curiosity in his tone. “Sounds like you’re doing the hard work. Not everyone has the courage to face themselves like that.”

Yami shrugged, a playful glint in her eyes. “I don’t have a choice. Life keeps throwing punches. Might as well learn to take them and throw a few back, right?”

The host of the podcast, who had been silently observing the exchange, couldn’t help but notice the shift in Jacob’s demeanor. There was something in the way he was looking at Yami—something that suggested there was more between them than just casual conversation. The host smirked, sensing an underlying tension that hadn’t been there before.

“I mean, it’s kind of impressive, to be honest,” Jacob added, his voice warm with an unspoken fondness. “You’ve come a long way from that fight at the gas station.”

Yami laughed, but the sound was tinged with a sense of nostalgia. “Yeah, that was a moment, huh? I don’t even remember what started it. I just know it was a fight and, well... I tend to go all in when it comes to things like that.”

“You’ve got fire,” Jacob observed, his tone more serious now. “I respect that.”

Yami caught the sincerity in his words and felt something stir within her. The dynamic between them had always been friendly, but now it felt different—charged, almost magnetic. She wasn’t sure if it was the way he was looking at her, or the fact that he understood her in a way most people didn’t, but something about the conversation felt personal in a way it never had before.

“Enough about me, though,” Yami said, abruptly flipping the script. “You’ve been wrestling for years. Everyone knows your family’s legacy. You’ve probably heard that question a million times by now, but... I gotta ask.” She leaned forward slightly, her tone teasing, yet genuinely curious. “I know your cousins on jail TV were your inspiration for becoming a wrestler. But, if you’d never seen them on TV, do you think you would’ve still ended up being a wrestler?”

Jacob was taken aback by the question. He’d expected to talk more about his own journey, his own experiences, but Yami had taken the conversation in a completely different direction. For a moment, he was silent, pondering her words carefully.

“I don’t think so,” he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. “Maybe I would’ve, but I don’t think I would’ve taken it as seriously as I did. I saw my cousins on TV, and it made me believe it was possible. That it wasn’t just something that happened to other people. It was something I could do, too.”

Yami nodded in understanding, a faint smile playing on her lips. She had always admired how Jacob carried himself—grounded, humble, despite the legacy of his family. But hearing him speak so openly about his inspirations made her see him in a new light. He wasn’t just a product of his famous relatives. He was his own man, with his own dreams and struggles.

“You’re a lot deeper than people think,” Yami said, her voice almost softer now, as if the dynamic between them had shifted again.

Jacob chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I’m just a big guy with big shoulders. I try to keep things simple.”

Yami smirked. “Big guy, huh? Yeah, you don’t exactly blend in.”

Jacob laughed, but there was something else in his eyes now—a warmth that hadn’t been there before. Yami, noticing it, shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Was it possible? Had the connection between them been growing under the surface without either of them noticing?

The host, sensing the change in the atmosphere, decided to wrap up the interview. “Alright, folks, that’s all we have time for today. Thanks for tuning in to the podcast. Big thanks to Yami Rosnay and Jacob Fatu for joining us today!”

As the host reached over to stop the recording, Yami and Jacob exchanged a brief but meaningful look. Neither of them spoke, but something unspoken passed between them—a realization, perhaps, or the beginning of something new.

“So, lunch?” Jacob asked, his voice low and casual, though his eyes held a hint of something more.

Yami hesitated for a moment, then smiled. “Sure. Why not?”

Lunch wasn’t what either of them had expected. What began as a simple, casual meal soon evolved into something deeper. The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before long, they were talking not just about wrestling, but about their lives outside the ring—their dreams, their fears, the moments they didn’t always share with the world.

Yami found herself surprised by how comfortable she felt with Jacob. There was an ease between them, a sense of trust that had developed organically. It was almost as if they had known each other far longer than they actually had.

“I know you don’t exactly talk about your personal life much, but...” Yami trailed off, taking a sip of her drink. “You’ve got a lot going for you. How do you balance it all? Family, wrestling, everything?”

Jacob leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. “It’s not easy. Sometimes it feels like everything’s pulling me in different directions. But I try to stay focused. My family is everything to me. And wrestling... well, it’s in my blood. It’s not just a job. It’s a part of who I am.”

Yami studied him for a moment, her brow furrowed slightly as she considered his words. “Sounds like you’ve got a pretty solid foundation,” she said. “I wish I could say the same.”

Jacob chuckled softly. “We all have our battles. But it’s how we fight them that matters.”

There was a silence between them, a quiet understanding passing through the air. It wasn’t just the shared experiences of being professional wrestlers that bound them together; it was the unspoken connection that had begun to grow over the past few hours.

“Yami,” Jacob said, his voice a little quieter now. “I’m glad we did this. I didn’t expect... I didn’t expect this.”

Yami smiled, the tension that had once filled the air now replaced with something softer, warmer. “Me neither. But I’m glad we did, too.”

As they finished their meal, the subtle flirtation that had existed between them earlier evolved into something deeper. Something neither of them had planned, but something that neither of them could deny.

And as the day came to a close, both Yami and Jacob found themselves wondering if this was the beginning of something far more complicated—and far more meaningful—than either of them had anticipated.

[acknowledge-reigns]

Baddie and The Beast | Jacob Fatu x Black!Fem OC | 18+!

Description: Jacob attempts to make things right with Myra

Chapter: 2/6

Face Claim: Flo Milli

Warnings: Mention of drinking, strong language, mention of one night stand.

This is the Jacob x Myra sequel to Swipe Right, Rivals With Benefits and Kiss It Better. As always my stories are NOT about real people and does not reflect their character. This is very much an 18+ BDSM based romance with some comedy thrown in there. If kink content isn't for you, specifically Primal Kink (google if need be) for this one, please scroll. You have been warned.

Word count: 1,206

My masterlist can be found here

Taglist: @lov3rla03 @adoreesun @Isabella-2025 @skyesthebomb @acute-crashout-jeyuso @raya-hunter01

Jacob was lifting weights in the gym, trying to distract himself from his failed attempt to ask Myra out the previous day. He had been thinking about her all night, wondering what he had done wrong.

As he was finishing his set, Zilla approached him. "Hey, we need to talk," Zilla said, a serious expression on his face.

Jacob set down the weights and wiped the sweat from his brow. "What's up, Uce?" he asked, sensing that Zilla had something important to say.

Zilla leaned against the weight rack, his arms crossed. "It's about Myra." he said, his voice low.

Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the mention of Myra's name. "What about her?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

Zilla shook his head, seeing right through Jacob's act. "You know damn well what I'm talking about," he said. "Last summer, you hooked up with her, and then you ghosted her."

Jacob furrowed his brow, confusion written all over his face. "I did what?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "Nah, I ain't meet her til you and LeLe moved into y'all new spot yesterday."

Zilla raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by Jacob's response. "Man, Uce, you really don't remember hooking up with her last summer?" he asked incredulously.

Jacob shook his head, a look of disbelief on his face. "No, I swear I don't. Are you sure it was me?" he asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.

Zilla sighed, "That's why she rejected you. She was still hurt from you ghosting her."

Jacob groaned, "Damn it, I can't believe I did that to her," he muttered. "I didn't even remember." He pauses and thinks for a moment, "Shit! She was the girl from the hotel bar."

Zilla nodded, "Yup, that's the one." He watched as realization dawned on Jacob's face.

"I'm such an idiot," Jacob muttered, burying his face in his hands. "How could I have forgotten something like that?"

"You guys kept drinking after you hooked up, you were fucking blitzed, uce." Zilla said.

Jacob groaned again, "Great, just great. No wonder she hates me."

Zilla patted him on the back, "Yeah, well, now you know. How you gonna fix it?" he asked inwardly chuckling at himself at the fact that just last year Roman, Jey and Jimmy were saying roughly the same thing to him in regards to his relationship with Kiley.

Jacob looked up at Zilla, determination in his eyes. "I don't know, but I'm gonna try," he said firmly. "I can't let her hate me. I have to make things right."

Jacob continued, "The next morning, I was in such a rush to check out of the hotel that I didn't even realize I left my phone behind, which had her number in it. After that I just..Forgot."

Zilla shook his head, "Damn, That's a messed up situation."

Jacob nodded, "I know, I know. I should have been more careful. But I swear, I didn't mean to ghost her."

"I'ma figure this shit out." Jacob said, a mix of hope and anxiety in his voice.

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A few hours later, Kiley and Myra were in Kiley and Zilla's living room, planning the fundraiser for the free clinic they volunteered at. Myra was looking over the guest list, making sure everything was in order, when Kiley pulled out a stack of autographed photos.

Myra raised an eyebrow, "What's that?" she asked, looking at the photos in Kiley's hand.

Kiley grinned, "Autographs from Roman and Jey. I managed to get them to sign some for the fundraiser." She said, but pauses for a moment her brows furrowed in confusion. "What..?"

"I think this stack is for you.." Kiley said handing a few of the photos over to Myra who instantly realized they weren't autographed by Roman or Jey, they were autographed by Jacob with a little sticky note attached. 'I'm sorry i ghosted you. I'll make it up to you however I can. Much love, Samoan Werewolf Jacob Fatu.' Along with his phone number.

Myra's eyes widened as she read the note and saw the photos. Her heart started racing as she looked up at Kiley. "oh.."

Kiley couldn't help but chuckle at the look on Myra's face. "Looks like he wants to make amends," she said, gesturing to the autographs.

Myra was speechless, her mind racing as she stared at the autographs in her hand. She couldn't believe Jacob had actually done something like this.

Kiley could sense her friend's conflicted emotions. "What are you gonna do?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Myra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "I don't know," she admitted. "Part of me wants to just forget about him, but another part of me is intrigued by this."

She looked down at the autographs again, reading the note once more. "I don't know if I can forgive him that easily."

Kiley placed a comforting hand on Myra's shoulder. "I get it, you've been hurt before. But don't let that stop you from giving him a chance to explain himself."

She paused for a moment before adding, "And who knows, maybe he really is sorry."

Myra took a deep breath, contemplating Kiley's words. "I suppose I could at least.. hold onto the phone number."

Kiley nodded, "That's a start. Take some time to think about it, don't rush into anything. But just know, sometimes forgiveness is worth it."

Myra smiled weakly at Kiley. "Thanks, I'll think about it." She said, tucking the note into her bag.

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The clinic was in desperate need of supplies and funds, and while a generous and substantial donation from Roman and Iris had went a long way towards helping them out, they still needed more.

The event was held in a large hall, decorated with banners and balloons. There were tables set up with food and drinks, as well as a silent auction where guests could bid on items donated by local businesses as well as the autographs provided by the bloodline.

Roman and Iris arrived at the fundraiser together, both dressed impeccably of course, along with Jey and Jax. Kiley hugged her sisters and thanked them.

Sometimes Myra envied all of her best friend's familial support. Myra had her mom of course but she had went off the deep end since her dad had passed and they had gone no contact in recent years.

Roman looked around the room, taking in the scene. "This place looks great," he said, impressed by the decorations and effort put into the event.

"I'm about to go hit up the snack table." Jey announced.

Myra was helping to oversee the event when her eyes drifted across the room and landed on Jacob. He was standing off to the side, sipping a drink and talking to someone. He looked good, as usual, in a black suit. Dayum he cleans up well..

Myra quickly averted her gaze, not wanting to be caught staring. She tried to focus on her tasks at hand, but her mind kept wandering back to Jacob. The memory of their night together flashed through her mind, and she felt a mix of emotions welling up inside her.

Y'know what? maybe she will call him after this.

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[isabella-2025]

My Friends a ..... Part 2 : Warnings: Cursing and that's all happy reading.

Jacob Fatu x Ari (OC)

Plot: After Ari finds out Jacob's secret, he takes her to his home and explains the history of the pack and the mate bond

This one is a day late, but I wanted to make sure it got my attention lol. 😂

Please let me know what y'all think and thanks for all the love. ❤❤️

After Jacob dropped the bombshell on Ari he took her back to the packhouse to explain everything to her. Ari is sitting beside Jacob on the couch and Tama, Tonga and solo are sitting across the room in recliners. Jacob looks at Ari and says

" So, I know you have a lot of questions so go ahead and ask away."

" How the hell is this even real it doesn't make any sense." Ari asks her voice shaking with nerves

" Well, you know the Twins dad Rikishi right?" Jacob asks

Ari nods

" He saved our lives some bloodsuckers probably from Cody's clan found us and drained us of all our blood and left us to die." Jacob explains

" When we stopped breathing there was vampire blood in our system and werewolf blood." Solo says

" So, technically we are hybrids since we have wolf blood and vampire blood in our system." Tama explains

" Okay, so Rikishi saved your lives and you guys came back as a hybrid okay I think I get it now." Ari says

" There's more to it than that though." Tonga says

"Now let us explain the mate bond to you." Jacob says

" The mate bond is a very simple concept really each of us are predestined with our mate and we protect them no matter the cost." Tama says

" How do you know its me?" Ari asks

" Well, you smell your mates scent and its so strong and overwhelming yet calming at the same time." Solo says smiling.

"Okay, how is it calming and overwhelming at the same time?" Ari asks

Tonga says " Well its overwhelming to our human side and calming to our wolf side because our wolf found its other half and now it feels complete and whole its the most peaceful feeling in the world. "

" You smelt like oranges and the sun that's how I know it's you Ari." Jacob says smiling brightly

" Okay, but I'm human I don't feel any of these things how am I supposed to fit in here." Ari asks

Jacob looks at the others and signals for them to leave.

Jacob moves closer to Ari on the couch, gently grabs her hand a places it on his heart. He says

" do you feel this my heart beating, its only for you nobody else, can you tell me what you feel."

" I-I feel safe, comfortable like I'm home I've never felt like this before." Ari says

" You do feel the mate bond but not as strong since I haven't marked you yet." Jacob says

" Wait, Mark me what the hell does that mean Jacob." Ari says frantically.

" Calm down please Ari, I have to bite your neck and the bite will leave a little mark on your neck to let everyone know you are apart of this family and they will not harm you." Jacob explains

" Does this have to happen now?" Ari asks

" No , not right now but it does need to happen soon since Cody and his crew are trying to get to you." Jacob growls

" Wait, what's up with this necklace Cody said something about it stopped his compulsion?" Ari says

" That necklace is my cousin Trinity's, Jon gave it to her to protect her. Compulsion is when a vampire looks into your eyes, tells you to do something and you cant fight it you give in." Jacob says

" So, you gave this to me to protect me?" Ari asks

" Yes, I told you, you are it for me you are my life Ari and I will protect you with mine. the rest of the family will to." Jacob says as he moves a piece of hair out of Ari's face.

"This is a lot to take in but I know you want hurt me, I trust you but I need time before you Mark me…. is that okay?" Ari asks

" Yes, it is okay, now would you like to eat with us." Jacob asks

" Yes, that would be nice." Ari says

Jacob smiles grabs Ari's hand and takes her to the kitchen where the rest of the family is waiting. Solo says grace and they share stories and memories into the night until they fall asleep.

Two weeks later Ari moved in with Jacob and the boys and she has fit into this crazy family like a glove. The squad and Ari went out shopping at a local mall and Jacob had stepped away to use the restroom. Ari was looking at some sunglasses trying to pick out a pair that made her look "good". She put on a pair of tan ray bans and turned to Solo and say.

" What you think cool not cool."

"You look cool, you should get those." Solo says

You grab your wallet and are on the way to the counter to pay for them when Solo grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. He says

" Loa, Tama do you smell that."

" Yeah, I smell them." Loa says

" W-h-a-t-s going on guys." Ari says

" The damn bloodsuckers are here shit, Solo get her out of here Me and Loa will go distract them." Tama says

Solo mind links with Jacob and lets him know what's going on. He gently grabs Ari's hand and pulls her toward the exit closest to the parking lot. He throws you in the car and drives toward the house. When you get there Jacob runs up to you grabs you and takes you up to his room. Tonga, Tama and Solo are up there. Solo says

" They are escalating in their attacks, they are really trying to get to Ari."

" I don't know what they are trying to prove." Loa says

" I don't know either but I have a bad feeling." Tama says

Ari gently grabs Jacobs hand and pulls him down next to her. Jacob looks at the others and his eyes go pitch black and they leave immediately.

" Jacob I'm sorry this is my fault."

" no, its not your fault they are coming after you to get to me." Jacob growls

" Jacob, can you……. well I trust you can you mark me?" Ari says

Jacob looks straight into her eyes and says

" Are you absolutely sure you are ready for this because there is no going back."

" Yes, I'm sure." Ari says seriously

" Okay, lay back please." Jacob says as he gently guides her back to the bed.

Jacob leans in and places a gentle kiss to her lips and Ari responds with the same fervor. Jacob then leaves a trail of kisses from her jaw down to her neck. He reaches her sweet spot which is right under her ear and she moans. Jacob ask Ari

" Are you ready?"

" Y-e-e-s." Ari says through a ragged breath.

Jacob relinquishes control to his wolf and His canines pierce her neck and Ari cant contain the moan that comes out of her mouth.

" Ahhhh, Jacob."

Jacob pulls back away from her neck, brushes hair some hair out of her face and says

" Are you okay Ari."

" Yes, I'm more than okay I feel amazing." She says

" Good, I love you Ari, my Luna." Jacob says in a whisper

" I love you to, Jacob my Alpha." Ari says in a whisper

Jacob leans in and places a gentle kiss to Ari's lips and they laugh in unison when they hear three Howls come from outside.

Ari had never felt such peace and love in her life. She finally found something she never had Family.

The end.

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[msklassickilla]

Turning Tables a novella (1)

Summary: Janessa Davis lives for the drama—and she’s got a front-row seat to the wildest show on Earth: professional wrestling. As a reporter, content creator, and certified shit-stirrer, she’s earned a reputation for being the backstage wildflower everyone loves to hate (or secretly loves to love). Most of the roster can’t resist her probing questions and chaotic charm.

But the Bloodline 2.0? Oh, honey, they’d rather suplex her into next week than entertain her antics. Insults? Check. Threats? Double check. A few creative “Yo Mama” jokes? Let’s just say tensions are high, and Janessa isn’t exactly making friends.

She should probably quit while she’s ahead—but where’s the fun in that? Janessa loves playing cat-and-mouse, especially when she’s convinced she’s the cat. But someone in their camp knows the truth: she’s no predator. She’s the prey. And the Bloodline? They’re sharpening their claws.

There’s one man who might save her neck… or hang her out to dry. His loyalty is as questionable as Janessa’s filter, but he knows how far the others are willing to go to make her disappear. The real question is: how far is he willing to go to keep her alive—or keep his secrets hidden?

In a world where every feud blurs the line between fantasy and reality, Janessa’s about to learn the hard way: when the lights go out and the crowd goes home, the real monsters come out to play.

Pairing: Tonga Loa x Janessa (Nessa) Davis (OC)

Author’s Note: This begins right after the Bloodline 2.0 loses War Games ’24. I envision this happening over a certain period of time only focusing on major turning points, past and future. This is AU so it follows the timeline and certain events but not really.

Additional parts may be added..

Warning: None.

Disclaimer: This work of art is fictional in nature including the original characters created by me. I do not own any of the existing characters or lyrics from songs referenced in this story. All rights belong to their respective owners with the exception of my original characters. This work is purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended to cause harm.

Chapter One: After the Fall

The locker room was a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Janessa Davis leaned casually against the cold brick wall, watching the fallout unfold like a director surveying their magnum opus. She’d positioned herself just out of their immediate line of sight, tucked in the shadows but close enough to catch every heated word. Her phone was poised to record, though tonight she wasn’t planning to post anything. This was for her, and only her. She knew better than to poke a bear nursing its wounds—but watching? That was fair game.

The Bloodline 2.0’s War Games loss had shaken the entire arena. The crowd’s deafening cheers for the OG Bloodline members still echoed in Janessa’s ears as she lingered backstage, soaking in the bitter aftermath. Solo Sikoa sat in the center of the chaos, a storm cloud personified, while Tama Tonga leaned against a locker, fists clenched, his face a blank slate—which was always more terrifying than when he was openly angry. Jacob Fatu paced like a caged lion, muttering under his breath. Bronson Reed sat in a corner, his broken foot propped up on a bench, the cast glaringly white under the harsh locker room lights. Meanwhile, Tonga Loa sat with his arm cradled in a sling, his torn bicep evident in the grimace he couldn’t quite hide.

“What the hell was that?” Solo’s voice cracked like a whip, cutting through the tension. “We had it. That was our match. And now? Now we’re a goddamn meme.”

“Ain’t nobody told you to…” Tama started, but his words died in the face of Solo’s withering glare.

“What? What did you say?” Solo stood, towering over Tama. “Go ahead, finish it. You want to say something, Tonga? Say it.”

Tama hesitated, his bravado faltering. “Nothin’, man. Forget it.”

“That’s what I thought.” Solo sat back down, his face a mask of cold fury.

It was a ballet of implosion, and Janessa couldn’t help but smirk. She didn’t pity them. Not after the months of hostility, the snide comments, the veiled threats. To the Bloodline 2.0, she was nothing but an interloper, a nuisance who didn’t belong in their sacred domain. She’d heard it all before—the warnings, the promises that she’d regret sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. But Janessa had never been one to back down from a fight, even one she couldn’t win.

Still, her smirk faltered when her eyes flicked to Tonga Loa. He was unusually quiet, his pain evident in the way he avoided moving too much. A pang of guilt twisted in her chest, but she pushed it down. She had no business feeling sorry for him. Not here. Not now.

“You gettin’ this, reporter?” Jacob’s voice startled her, his sharp gaze cutting through the shadows and landing squarely on her.

Janessa’s smirk returned, though it didn’t reach her eyes. She didn’t bother to hide her phone. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Fatu.”

Tama stopped pacing, turning his full attention to her. “You’re like a damn cockroach, you know that? Always crawling where you’re not wanted.”

“If I’m a cockroach, then what does that make you?” She shot back without missing a beat.

The room fell silent. Even Solo looked up, his dark eyes narrowing as they locked onto her.

“You think this is funny?” Solo’s voice was low, dangerous.

Janessa shrugged, pushing off the wall and stepping into the light. “I think watching the mighty Bloodline fall apart is… fascinating. But funny? Not quite the word I’d use.”

Bronson shifted uncomfortably; his frustration palpable despite his inability to physically confront her. Solo held up a hand, silencing any further movement or words.

“You’ve got guts,” Solo said, rising to his full height. “I’ll give you that. But guts don’t keep you safe, Davis. You’re playing a game you can’t win.”

She tilted her head, meeting his gaze head-on. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just better at it than you think.”

“Watch your back,” Solo said, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. “Because when you least expect it… we’ll be there.”

The unspoken threat hung in the air as she walked away, the weight of their stares burning into her back. But she didn’t falter. She’d been in worse situations—or at least, that’s what she told herself as she stepped into the empty corridor.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out, her pulse quickening at the name on the screen.

Unknown Number

She hesitated before answering. “About time.”

“You shouldn’t have been there tonight.” His voice was low and urgent, but unmistakable.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” she snapped. “You know how this works.”

“Yeah, well, it’s not working anymore,” he said. “They’re not just mad, Janessa. They’re out for blood.”

She leaned against the wall, her smirk returning despite the unease creeping into her chest. “Then maybe you should tell your family to chill. Or better yet, stop pretending you don’t have my back.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. “I’m not sure I can keep doing this.”

Her smile faltered. “Then you’d better decide whose side you’re really on.”

The line went dead, leaving her alone in the dim corridor. For the first time that night, the thrill of the game didn’t feel quite so exhilarating.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Across the Ropes… a Zilla Fatu x OC Fic.

Chapter 4: Hope..

Zilla got up from his lounger and stepped back into the room, the faint glow from the Portland skyline casting soft shadows across the space. He moved to the bed and sat down gently, brushing a stray strand of hair from Dahlia’s face. She stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to her forehead.

To his surprise, her lips brushed against his in return, lingering just enough to make him pause. When he pulled back, her tired eyes met his.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice still groggy but warmer than before.

For a moment, neither of them said anything. It was a comfortable silence, but Zilla could feel the weight of the day still pressing on both of them. Breaking the quiet, he asked, “You hungry?”

Dahlia nodded slowly, sitting up as she pushed her hair out of her face. “Yeah, I could eat.”

Zilla grabbed the room service menu from the nightstand and opened it. “Alright, let’s see what they’ve got.” He scanned the options before smirking. “They’ve got chicken tenders.”

Dahlia perked up a little, a small smile forming on her lips. “I’ll take those. And a sweet tea.”

Zilla chuckled, shaking his head. “Babe, you’re not in Texas anymore.”

Dahlia frowned playfully. “That can’t be just a Texas thing.”

“It is,” Zilla teased, turning the menu toward her. “See? They only have hot tea.”

Dahlia groaned dramatically, throwing herself back against the pillows. “Well, pardon my French, but that is bullshit.”

Zilla laughed, the sound breaking through the heaviness in the air. “Alright, alright, we’ll get you some chicken tenders and…uh, how about a Coke? It’s the closest thing to sweet tea you’re gonna get up here.”

Dahlia sighed, sitting back up and shrugging. “Fine. But I’m officially protesting this hotel’s beverage choices.”

“Noted,” Zilla said with a grin as he picked up the phone to place the order. “Chicken tenders, fries, and a Coke for the lady. And… I’ll just grab a burger.”

As he spoke with the room service operator, Dahlia leaned against the headboard, watching him. For the first time since she’d handed him the papers earlier, she felt a flicker of something like normalcy.

After placing the order, Zilla hung up and turned back to her. “Food’ll be up in about twenty minutes.”

Dahlia nodded, tucking her legs underneath her. “Thanks.”

Zilla sat back down beside her, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. “You’re welcome. And hey… you’re allowed to smile, you know?”

She gave him a small, shy smile. “I’ll try. No promises, though.”

“Fair enough,” he said with a wink.

For now, the weight of the world could wait. Tonight, it was just the two of them, a quiet hotel room, and chicken tenders on the way. And somehow, that felt like a good enough start.

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The remains of their meal had been cleared away, leaving only the faint aroma of fried chicken tenders and ketchup lingering in the air. Zilla sat propped up against the headboard while Dahlia rested against him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. The room was dim except for the flickering light from the TV, Elvis playing on in the background.

Dahlia broke the silence, her voice soft but pointed. “Are you going to tell your mom?”

Zilla’s chest tightened at the question, and he stared at the screen for a moment, not really seeing it. “I haven’t thought that far,” he admitted, his voice low.

Dahlia shifted slightly, sitting up just enough to look at him. “At this point, I’ve already told who I needed to tell.”

That caught Zilla’s attention. “Who?” he asked, turning his gaze to her.

“Just Sabrina,” she replied, her tone casual, though her fingers stilled against his chest.

Zilla nodded, reminding himself of what he already knew—Dahlia had no family to confide in. No parents to call, no siblings to lean on. Just Sabrina, her best friend and surrogate support system.

“I hope she was happy,” he said gently.

Dahlia’s lips quirked into a small smile. “She wanted to be godmother,” she said, a hint of amusement in her voice. “She also offered to give me some of her allowance from her sugar daddy so I can start buying things.”

Zilla raised an eyebrow at that, a grin tugging at his lips despite the heaviness of their situation. “Her allowance?”

Dahlia nodded, her expression still serious. “Yeah. Apparently she thought it might help me out.”

Zilla couldn’t hold back his curiosity. “You ever met him?”

Dahlia shook her head, leaning back against him again. “No. But from what I hear on the phone, he sounds nice. Polite, at least.”

Zilla smirked. “Polite sugar daddy. That’s new.”

Dahlia chuckled softly, her laughter breaking the tension in the air. “Yeah, well, Sabrina’s got her ways. She always lands on her feet.”

They fell into a comfortable silence for a moment, the weight of their earlier conversation still lingering. Zilla’s mind raced as he considered her question about his mom. He wasn’t sure how she’d take the news. His mom had been through her own struggles raising her kids, and he worried about her reaction—not just for himself but for Dahlia too.

Dahlia’s voice broke his thoughts again, this time quieter, almost hesitant. “Do you think she’ll be mad?”

Zilla looked down at her, his hand instinctively brushing against her arm. “My mom? I don’t think she’ll be mad. Surprised, yeah. But not mad. She’s been through a lot, so she might need time to process.”

Dahlia nodded, her fingers resuming their gentle tracing on his chest. “I guess that’s fair.”

He tightened his arm around her, pulling her closer. “We’ll figure it out,” he said firmly, more to reassure himself than her.

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May 6, 2025

11:21 AM

Zilla held Dahlia close, his forehead resting against hers, their breaths mingling as they shared one last kiss. The airport buzzed around them, but in this moment, it felt like they were in their own world. When they pulled away, both were slightly out of breath.

“I’ll call you when I land, okay?” Zilla said, his voice low but steady.

Dahlia bit her lip, concern flickering in her eyes. “You sure you want to tell your mom over the phone?”

Zilla hesitated, his hands still resting on her waist. “I don’t have much of a choice. I won’t see her—or you—until the weekend of the 23rd. They’ve got so much lined up for me; it’s crazy.”

Dahlia nodded slowly, though the unease didn’t leave her face. “Okay.”

Zilla cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin. “Don’t worry. Whatever happens, we’ve got each other. That’s all that matters.”

“I just…” Dahlia hesitated, her voice trembling slightly. “I know how much your mom means to you.”

Zilla smiled softly, tilting her chin up so their eyes met. “Dahlia, she means the world to me. But now? Since you’re carrying my baby, you are my world.”

Dahlia’s lips parted, but no words came out at first. She blinked back tears, her emotions threatening to overwhelm her. “I just still feel like I’m putting everything on you,” she said finally.

“Don’t,” Zilla replied firmly, his voice gentle but resolute. “Things happen. Do I wish we’d had a few more months to figure things out? Yeah. But life has a way of showing you what’s permanent really fast.”

Dahlia stared at him, her heart pounding. “I’m permanent?” she asked, her voice filled with love.

Zilla nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Yeah, babe. You are.”

Before she could respond, the crackling voice of the intercom echoed through the terminal, announcing the final boarding call for her flight. Dahlia’s stomach twisted as she realized it was time to go.

“Please let me know,” she said, her voice urgent but quiet.

“I will,” Zilla promised, his hand brushing hers one last time.

They kissed once more, a lingering kiss filled with unspoken words and promises, before Dahlia broke away. She grabbed her bag and fast-walked toward her gate, glancing back only once to see Zilla watching her, his hands in his pockets, a mixture of determination and longing in his eyes.

She then disappeared into the crowd, Zilla sighed and turned toward his own gate. His mind was racing with thoughts of the conversation he was about to have. For better or worse, his life was about to change forever.

As Zilla boarded his flight and settled into his seat, he glanced at his phone. The pre-flight announcement confirmed he still had a few minutes before takeoff. He let out a long sigh, staring at the screen, the name Mom glaring back at him. His thumb hovered over the call button before he pressed it. Better now than never, he thought, bracing himself.

The line rang twice before his mother’s warm voice came through.

“Hello, my son,” she greeted, her tone filled with the usual love and familiarity.

“Hey, Mom,” Zilla said, trying to keep his voice steady. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” she replied cheerfully. “Just making some food for your brothers and myself. What about you? How’s everything?”

Zilla swallowed, his heart pounding. “That’s great, Mom. Uh… everything’s good.”

There was a pause, and then her tone shifted, the concern seeping in. “What’s wrong? I can hear it in your voice. Talk to me.”

Zilla exhaled deeply, rubbing his hands over his jeans. “You remember Dahlia? The girl I mentioned to you?”

“Of course I do,” his mom said, her voice soft but curious. “You seemed to really like her. What about her?”

“Well…” Zilla began hesitantly. “I didn’t tell you the full story.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, the concern growing.

“About two months ago, we met at a seminar where I was speaking,” Zilla explained, choosing his words carefully. “Afterward, we went on a date. I took her to this coffee shop and The Burger Bar.”

“Okay,” his mom said, prompting him to continue.

“Well, after the date, we went back to her dorm and… you know.”

His mom’s tone sharpened, cutting through the small bit of ease he felt. “Why are you telling me this, Zilla?”

Zilla’s grip tightened on the phone as he forced the words out. “Because… she fainted during her shift at the hospital, and when they tested her, they found out she’s pregnant.”

There was a long, suffocating silence on the other end of the line. Zilla could almost hear the gears turning in his mom’s head before she finally spoke.

“Isayah,” she said, her tone hard and filled with disappointment, “you’re telling me that after one date, you went and got this girl pregnant? Do you even understand what you’ve done?”

“Mom, I—”

“No, Isayah!” she cut him off, her voice rising. “You’re barely starting your career, and now you’re tied to this girl for the rest of your life? Do you even know her well enough? What were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Zilla admitted, his voice breaking slightly. “It wasn’t planned, but I’m not running from it.”

His mom’s voice softened slightly but remained stern. “You think you know her, Isayah, but you don’t. You’re going to learn real quick that she’s just out for your money, like all the others. You’re too trusting, my son.”

Zilla’s jaw tightened as anger and hurt surged through him. “Mom, if you can’t support me, then it is what it is,” he said, his voice steady but filled with finality.

“Isayah…” his mom started, but he didn’t let her finish.

“Bye, Mom,” Zilla said, his throat tightening. He ended the call, staring at the screen as it went dark.

He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, willing himself not to cry. The pain of her words lingered, but he forced himself to breathe. It’s just you and Dahlia now, he thought, clutching his hands into fists. You’ll figure it out together.

The sound of the captain announcing their final descent back to his thoughts. Zilla took a deep breath and straightened up. Whatever came next, he knew he’d face it head-on. For Dahlia. For their baby. For himself.

—

May 20th, 2025

4:35 PM

Zilla stretched contentedly in bed, his body relaxed as he felt Dahlia shift beside him. Her breathing was soft and steady, her thick frame curled into him as she slept. The faint hum of the ceiling fan and the muted sounds of the bustling streets outside filled the room. They were staying at Sabrina’s summer apartment in Houston, sharing the guest room while they figured out their next steps.

Dahlia’s summer break had just started, and she was now working full-time at the Texas Medical Center. Despite the chaos of pregnancy and life changes, she was managing well—or at least she made it seem that way. Sabrina, her best friend, had been incredibly generous, opening her summer apartment to them without hesitation. Zilla appreciated her support, especially when Dahlia seemed so uncertain about her future.

Zilla glanced at Dahlia, her hair spread across the pillow as she slept peacefully. She had been rethinking everything—her last year of school, her career plans, their housing situation. He could feel the weight of her decisions pressing on both of them, but he didn’t push her. He knew they’d figure it out together.

He sighed and reached for his phone when it vibrated on the nightstand. The screen lit up with “Jey” displayed across it. Zilla sat up carefully, trying not to disturb Dahlia, and answered.

“Hey, Uce’, what’s up?” Zilla said, keeping his voice low.

“Hey, man. How you doing?” Jey asked, his tone light and friendly.

“It’s going a’ight,” Zilla replied, though his voice lacked conviction.

“You talk to Momdukes yet?” Jey asked, not beating around the bush.

Zilla sighed, leaning back against the headboard. “Not yet.”

“Come on, Uce’. You gotta do it sometime,” Jey said, the concern evident in his voice.

“I know, I know,” Zilla said, rubbing his temples. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

“Well, let’s forget about that for a moment,” Jey said, his tone shifting to something more upbeat. “Rhea bought a yacht.”

Zilla blinked, surprised. “Since when does a writer buy a yacht?”

“I know, right? It’s badass!” Jey said, laughing. “Anyway, she’s inviting you to the maiden voyage this weekend. You should come, man. Joe, Jon, everybody’s gonna be there. Take a break from all this serious life stuff.”

Zilla chuckled softly. “A yacht? Man, that’s crazy. Sounds like a good time, though.”

“It will be,” Jey said. “We’re leaving at 11 a.m. and getting back to the house around 10 p.m. You and your girl can even spend the night at Casa de Fatu if you want. What do you say?”

Zilla glanced down at Dahlia, who stirred slightly but remained asleep. A part of him hesitated at the idea of introducing her to the family so soon, but given the circumstances, he might as well.

“Well, damn, sounds like a plan,” Zilla said finally. “We will take an early flight in the morning on Saturday.”

“Bet!” Jey said, clearly pleased. “I’ll see you this weekend, Uce’.”

“Alright, man. See you then,” Zilla said, ending the call.

He placed the phone back on the nightstand and glanced at Dahlia again. She would probably tease him about living the high life on a yacht, but he knew she’d support him taking a moment for the two of them. With everything going on, he needed it. And maybe, just maybe, he’d be able to get his mind off the tension with his mom—at least for a little while.

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CHILL BABY MASTERLIST

Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Jacob Fatu (born March 7, 1992) is an American professional wrestler. He is signed to WWE, where he performs on the SmackDown brand as a member of The Bloodline stable. He is also known for his time in Major League Wrestling (MLW), where he was a one-time MLW National Openweight Champion and a one-time MLW World Heavyweight Champion, holding the record for the longest reign in the latter title's history at 819 days.

Yami Veronique Rosnay (born May 29, 1993) is an American professional wrestler. She is signed to WWE, where she performs on the SmackDown brand.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Last Updated February 8, 2025

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CHILL BABY (5)

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Four

February 2025

Jacob and Yami had been looking forward to this day for weeks. Valentine’s Day. It was their first Valentine’s together, and they had only been a couple since December. Yet, in those few short months, their connection had grown deeper with each passing day. It was a connection that felt inevitable as if their paths had been meant to cross, and now, everything seemed to align perfectly. They were not just a couple, they were a team, their lives intertwining more and more, sharing intimate moments, conversations, and laughter, and their relationship developing into something that made both of them feel seen, understood, and valued. And this particular Valentine's Day, Yami was determined to make it special for Jacob.

The couple was in Washington, D.C., staying at a hotel near the Capital One Arena, where they were working the Friday Night Smackdown show later that evening. They planned on spending time together before the show, and Yami had a plan to surprise Jacob. She knew he had been hitting the hotel gym that morning, enjoying his workout alongside his cousins, who were also in town for the event. Yami decided that the early morning hours were the perfect time to execute her thoughtful surprise.

With a determined smile, Yami arranged for a beautiful bouquet of roses to be delivered to Jacob at the gym. The bouquet, a collection of deep red roses, their petals perfectly unfurled, was accompanied by a card that read, “Will you be my Valentine?” It was simple but meaningful, just the right gesture to show Jacob how much she cared and how much he meant to her. As the delivery made its way toward the hotel gym, Yami made a mental note of what was next on her list: breakfast. She had to make sure Jacob had the best start to his Valentine’s Day, so she headed out to pick up his favorite breakfast from Waffle House. It was a comfort meal, something he loved, and Yami knew it would make Jacob smile.

Meanwhile, Jacob was lost in the rhythm of his workout at the hotel gym. He was lifting weights, sweat glistening on his brow as his cousins Jonathan and Joseph offered lighthearted commentary and encouragement. The gym was filled with the clank of weights and the occasional grunt of effort, but Jacob was too focused on his sets to think about anything else. That was until the front desk attendant appeared, holding a bouquet of roses with a smile. “These are for you,” the attendant said, handing the bouquet to Jacob.

Jacob stopped mid-rep, confusion etching across his face as he stared at the roses in his hands. “Oh, wow,” he said, stunned by the unexpected gift. It wasn’t something that happened every day. He’d never been in a situation where someone asked him to be their Valentine, and the gesture caught him off guard.

His cousin Jonathan, ever the joker, let out a laugh. “I ain’t never get asked to be someone’s Valentine,” he said, shaking his head.

Joseph, ever the practical one, chuckled softly as he glanced at Jacob. “Yami doing this? That’s so her,” he remarked with a knowing grin. “She knows how to make you feel special.”

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet close to his chest. “Let me go to my woman,” he said, already feeling a rush of affection. He was eager to get back to their room, his heart beating faster with excitement.

“Use a condom!” Joseph called out after him, unable to resist the playful tease. Jonathan burst into laughter, but Jacob didn’t stop to entertain them any longer. He was already making his way to the elevator, the roses still clutched tightly in his hands.

The elevator doors closed with a soft chime, and Jacob stood there, smiling at the bouquet. He felt like a lovesick teenager, his mind spinning with excitement. He could hardly believe this was his reality, that someone like Yami, someone so beautiful, thoughtful, and kind, had chosen him. He had never experienced a love like this before. It was pure, it was real, and it made him feel seen, appreciated, and like he truly mattered.

As the elevator rose toward their floor, Jacob replayed the moment in his head, his heart swelling with emotion. This wasn’t just a Valentine’s Day surprise, it was a reminder of how far they had come together. The past couple of months had been nothing short of magical, and Jacob couldn’t help but feel thankful for every moment. When the elevator doors opened, he stepped out into the hallway, eager to see what else Yami had in store for him.

As Jacob walked into their hotel room, he was immediately greeted by the sight of the space transformed. The room was adorned with flowers—roses, of course, along with other vibrant blooms that filled the air with a sweet fragrance. Heart-shaped balloons floated above the bed, their metallic surfaces gleaming in the soft light filtering through the window. And on the mirror, there was a heart shape made entirely out of sticker notes. In the center of the heart, a handwritten note read, “Hope you enjoyed the gym. Shower up, and let’s eat breakfast.”

Jacob’s breath caught in his throat at the sight. He was overwhelmed by the thought and effort Yami had put into creating this special moment. It was beyond anything he had expected. He gently placed the bouquet on the table, then made his way to the bathroom to shower, a smile never leaving his face.

By the time Jacob finished his shower, Yami was already in the room, wrapped in a grey robe with a hoodie pulled over her head. She looked effortlessly beautiful, her smile bright as she stood beside a small table that held their breakfast. The plates were carefully plated, a comforting spread of eggs, hash browns, sausages, and waffles, the perfect start to the day. As Yami handed Jacob a robe similar to hers, she gave him a playful grin.

Jacob, still in awe of the morning's events, looked at Yami with appreciation. “I ain’t never get flowers before,” he said, his voice filled with genuine wonder.

Yami chuckled softly, her eyes sparkling. “Be prepared to receive them often,” she said, her tone light but sincere.

Jacob, a little nervous but filled with happiness, nodded eagerly. “Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “Yes, I’ll be your Valentine.”

Yami’s smile widened, her eyes softening with affection. “Yay! Thank you,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “Let’s eat, and then we can have some real fun.” She winked at him, and Jacob couldn’t help but laugh, his heart full of joy. This was exactly what he had always wanted, someone who made him feel special, someone who saw him for who he truly was. He had found that in Yami, and he was determined to show her how much she meant to him every day.

As they sat down to enjoy their breakfast together, the quiet hum of the hotel room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in the moment. They ate, talked, and laughed, enjoying the simple yet meaningful connection they shared. There was no rush, no pressure, just the joy of being together. It was a perfect start to what would surely be a perfect day.

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It was Jacob’s turn to make it special for Yami. The scene was set backstage at the Capital One Arena in Washington, D.C., where the Friday Night Smackdown show was in full swing.

The air was thick with energy, the low hum of excited voices, and the pounding bass of the arena's sound system drifting from the main stage. Wrestlers hurried through hallways, staff moved in synchronized chaos, and the smell of popcorn and energy drinks wafted through the air. But amidst the excitement of the evening, Jacob had only one focus—Yami.

As Yami’s match against Tiffany progressed, Jacob stood backstage, watching Yami with a mixture of awe and pride. She was a force to be reckoned with, and seeing her out there in the ring reminded him of why he had fallen for her. Yami wasn’t just strong physically; she was strong in spirit, and that was what Jacob admired most about her. The way she carried herself, the way she navigated both the complexities of her profession and the intricacies of their relationship, was something he would always cherish.

He knew that after the match, she would need some space to process her victory or defeat, depending on how things went, but Jacob was determined to be there for her when she walked off that stage. He had his plans for making the day unforgettable. Valentine’s Day was often filled with roses, chocolates, and romantic gestures but Jacob wanted to take it one step further. He wanted to pour his heart into a moment Yami would never forget, and he knew it had to be a moment that was uniquely them.

After what felt like an eternity, the sound of Yami’s entrance music echoed through the arena, signaling the end of her match. Her performance had been flawless, powerful, graceful, and precise, as always but more than that, she had fought with heart. She had a fire inside of her that couldn’t be extinguished, and that fire was something Jacob admired deeply.

Now, as he stood waiting for her, he could feel the anticipation building in his chest. This would be their moment. This would be the moment he would let her know just how much she meant to him.

Yami emerged from the backstage area, her body still flushed from the physical exertion of the match. Her face was flushed with a mix of adrenaline and satisfaction, but there was something else in her eyes—vulnerability. It was the moment when the bravado of the fighter fell away, and the woman beneath it surfaced, a woman who wanted to be loved, cherished, and understood. Jacob’s heart swelled as he caught sight of her. She was so beautiful, even in the aftermath of her battle.

As Yami walked down the narrow hallway, her head slightly tilted, and a small smile tugging at her lips, Jacob stepped forward. He couldn’t wait any longer. He had to do this now, while they were alone before anything else could distract them from what he had planned.

He approached her with purpose, the bouquet of roses in his hand and a small bag of her favorite candy, Sour Patches, tucked in his other hand. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, a slight furrow crossing her brow as she tried to make sense of what was unfolding.

“Hey,” Jacob said softly, his voice a little breathless with excitement and nerves. He wasn’t sure if he could even speak clearly, his emotions running high. “I have something for you.”

Yami’s eyes softened as she looked at him, her lips parting slightly in surprise. “Jacob, what is this?” she asked, her voice gentle but full of curiosity.

Jacob grinned, holding the bouquet of roses out to her. “It’s for you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said, his voice trembling with the sincerity of his feelings.

Her hands reached out instinctively to take the bouquet, and as she did, she noticed the familiar bag of Sour Patches candy, her favorite. She smiled knowingly. “Sour Patches too?” she teased, her voice light and teasing.

Jacob nodded, his gaze never leaving hers. “Of course. I know you’re a sucker for them,” he said with a grin. But then, as if the weight of the moment finally settled on him, Jacob cleared his throat. He wasn’t done.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small folded piece of paper. He unfolded it carefully, his heart pounding as he gazed at the poem he had written just for her. This wasn’t just any poem; it was a reflection of his feelings, of how he saw her, of what she meant to him.

He took a deep breath, his eyes flicking up to meet Yami’s. “There’s something else I want to say,” he began. “I wrote this for you.” He paused for a moment, feeling the nervousness rising in his chest. But he steadied himself. He had to do this right. He had to let her know what she meant to him.

Yami listened intently, her eyes glistening with something soft and tender. She wasn’t sure what to expect, but she could tell from the way Jacob was looking at her that this was important.

Jacob began to read, his voice steady but filled with emotion:

“From the first moment we met, I knew,

There was something about you, something true.

With every smile and every touch,

I knew that I cared for you so much.

You’re the strength that lifts me when I fall,

The voice of reason, my guide through it all.

And though I’ve seen you fight with might,

It’s your heart that shines the brightest light.

So, on this day, I take this chance,

To ask you to be mine, with this simple dance,

Will you be my Valentine, my love, my friend?

Let’s walk this path, together, till the end.”

Jacob looked up from the paper, his heart racing, waiting for Yami’s response.

Yami stood frozen for a moment, her heart caught in her throat. She had never heard anything so sincere, so beautiful. The poem was like a reflection of the love she felt for him was powerful, raw, and true. A tear slipped down her cheek, her chest tight with emotion. She blinked, trying to hold it together, but the weight of Jacob’s words was too much.

She looked at him, her eyes filled with gratitude, love, and a touch of awe. Her voice trembled as she spoke. “Jacob… you… you’re incredible.”

Jacob’s heart swelled with happiness as he watched her tear up, his own eyes misting with emotion. This was it. This was the moment when everything clicked into place. She was the one. And she was standing right in front of him, accepting his love.

Yami stepped forward, closing the distance between them. She cupped his face gently with her hands, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. She searched his eyes for a moment, her breath shaky, before she leaned in and kissed him softly on the lips.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes, a kiss that conveyed everything they had built together in their short time together. It was sweet, tender, and full of promise, a promise of more moments like this, more love, more memories.

When the kiss finally ended, they both pulled back slightly, their foreheads resting against each other.

“Of course, I’ll be your Valentine,” Yami whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Jacob grinned, his hands holding her tighter as he pulled her back into another kiss, feeling the overwhelming joy that filled him. He had done it. He had made Valentine’s Day something unforgettable for her. But more than that, he had shown Yami just how much she meant to him, in the most sincere, vulnerable way possible.

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After the excitement of the Friday Night Smackdown show had died down and the crowds had slowly dispersed from Capital One Arena, the night still held a lingering energy. The arena was no longer filled with deafening cheers and bright spotlights, but the city of Washington, D.C. hummed with quiet excitement. For Jacob and Yami, the night was far from over. It had just begun. Their Valentine’s Day had already been filled with sweet surprises, from Yami sending Jacob roses at the gym to the roses and Sour Patches backstage to the tender moment when Jacob had asked her to be his Valentine with a poem. But now, as the city’s nighttime pulse thrummed around them, the couple found themselves headed to an intimate dinner, a quiet retreat to share their private moment.

They walked side by side, hand in hand, down the dimly lit streets of D.C., the cool evening air carrying the scent of fresh rain on the pavement. There was a calmness now, after the rush of the day. Jacob could feel the warmth of Yami’s hand in his, and every step with her felt natural like they had always been walking this path together. He had planned for this dinner a week before at an upscale restaurant tucked away in a corner of the city, a place known for its intimate ambiance and exquisite food. He wanted tonight to be special for her, a time to reflect on all the memories they had created together, and to set the stage for what was to come.

When they arrived, the maître d' led them to their table, a cozy corner booth that offered both privacy and a perfect view of the city lights through the restaurant’s large windows. A soft candle flickered between them, casting a warm glow over their faces. The ambiance was elegant but not ostentatious, with subtle music playing in the background, allowing them to focus on one another.

Yami settled into the plush seat, looking around with appreciation. “This place is beautiful,” she said, her eyes softening as she took in the atmosphere. “You know how to plan a night.”

Jacob smiled, his heart swelling at the compliment. He took a seat across from her, and for a moment, they simply gazed at each other, comfortable in the silence. It was a rare thing for them, a moment without distractions, just the two of them. The hum of the restaurant was a gentle backdrop, but all Jacob could hear was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the soft sound of Yami’s breathing.

“I wanted tonight to be perfect for you,” Jacob said, his voice quiet but filled with sincerity. “You’ve made this Valentine’s Day one I’ll never forget. I just wanted to return the favor.”

Yami’s smile softened as she met his gaze. “You’ve already made it perfect, Jacob. You’ve done more than enough.”

Their waiter arrived at the table, offering them a selection of wine to pair with their meals. They made their choices, and as the waiter departed, Jacob’s eyes didn’t leave Yami’s. The moment felt right. It felt like they had reached a point in their relationship where the conversation could turn from lighthearted flirtation to something deeper, something more meaningful.

For a brief second, Jacob hesitated. His fingers traced the edge of his glass, and he took a breath. He had been thinking about this for a while. He had never been one to rush into anything, but with Yami, everything felt so right. He didn’t want to waste time wondering what could be when he already knew what he wanted.

Yami noticed the shift in his demeanor, the way his smile faded into something more thoughtful. She tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. “What’s on your mind?” she asked, her voice tender, almost coaxing.

Jacob looked at her for a moment, then set down his glass and leaned in just a little closer. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us,” he began, his voice steady but with an undertone of vulnerability that Yami immediately picked up on. “We’ve been together for a while now, and every day it feels like we just… fit. I don’t know how else to explain it. It just feels like… like I’ve found something real.”

Yami’s heart skipped a beat. The words hit her in a way she hadn’t expected, and she felt a warmth spread through her chest. She didn’t say anything, though. She simply nodded, waiting for Jacob to continue. She could tell he had more to say.

Jacob’s eyes held hers, and there was an intensity there, something deeper than the surface level of their relationship. “I guess what I’m trying to say is…” He trailed off for a moment, his throat tightening with nerves he hadn’t expected. He cleared it and then looked at her with a steady gaze. “Would you ever want to get married?”

The question hung in the air like the soft flicker of the candle between them. Jacob’s heart thudded in his chest, but there was something freeing about asking the question aloud. It had been on his mind for a while, but hearing himself say it made everything feel real. There was no taking it back now.

Yami’s expression softened, her lips curving into a slight smile as she leaned back in her seat, processing the question. It wasn’t a question she had expected tonight, but she wasn’t caught off guard by it. She had felt the same connection, the same pull between them. The question wasn’t whether they loved each other, but whether they both envisioned a future together in the same way.

She took a deep breath, her fingers gently tracing the rim of her wine glass as she thought about her response. Jacob’s question wasn’t a rushed one; it wasn’t one born out of pressure, but out of a genuine curiosity, a desire to know if they were on the same page.

Finally, she met his gaze again, her eyes soft, but with a touch of playfulness. “Only if you’re asking,” she said, her voice teasing, but there was an underlying sincerity in her words. She knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t ready to put her heart into something unless it was with someone who truly meant to make that commitment. But she was also open to the possibility.

Jacob felt a rush of relief wash over him at her response. He could tell by the way she looked at him, by the way she spoke, that she wasn’t closed off to the idea. She wasn’t saying no, she was simply putting the ball in his court. And in that moment, he realized that the only way forward with her was with full transparency, with no fear of asking the hard questions or making the bold moves.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice low but filled with determination. “I am asking,” he said, his words coming out with more certainty than he had expected. “And I’m asking because I want you to be my forever. I want to build a life with you, and I don’t want to wait around for the future when the present already feels this good.”

Yami’s heart swelled with emotion at his words. She felt the depth of his sincerity, and it touched her in a way nothing else had. She hadn’t expected such an earnest confession on Valentine’s Day, but it felt right. She could feel her own emotions rising, a soft flush warming her cheeks as she reached across the table, taking his hand in hers.

“Then yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “Yes, I would want to get married… if you’re asking.”

Jacob’s heart soared at her response. His thumb brushed over her knuckles as he squeezed her hand gently. There was no grand gesture, no dramatic moment just the quiet understanding that they both wanted the same thing, that they were ready to take the next step together.

For a moment, they both sat in the warmth of their shared silence, simply enjoying the truth of their connection, this realization, was all they needed.

The future stretched out before them, bright with possibilities, and they knew they would face it together, whatever it held.

And in that quiet corner of the restaurant, in the intimacy of the moment, they shared another kiss. A kiss that held more than just affection, it held the promise of a life they would build, hand in hand, one step at a time.

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CHILL BABY (3)

Summary: Yami navigates the chaos of life while searching for peace, with Jacob by her side, encouraging her to embrace imperfection and trust the process. Together, they discover that although life may never be free from chaos, it is possible to find stillness within it, ultimately transforming both of their paths in unexpected and profound ways.

Pairing: Jacob Fatu x Afro-Asian OC

Previous: Chapter Two

The evening was unfolding with a certain effortless elegance as the makeup product release party continued to draw in a mix of beauty industry insiders, influencers, and celebrities.

Held in a luxurious penthouse space, the atmosphere was a vibrant mix of laughter, clinking glasses, and the thumping bass of upbeat music that filled the room. Yami, dressed in a sleek metallic silver dress that shimmered in the soft lighting, stood near one of the long white tables filled with beautifully arranged makeup products—eyeshadows, lipsticks, highlighters, all in an array of striking hues. She was the center of attention without even trying.

Her presence at the event was a reflection of where her career had been heading: upward. Aside from being a top WWE wrestler. She was also a well-known personality in the beauty world, Yami had become one of the go-to influencers in the scene, effortlessly blending beauty with business. Her red lips and sharply defined eyes made her look both fashionable and fierce.

Beside her stood Jacob, her boyfriend. Although he wasn’t as immersed in the beauty world as she was, his calm demeanor and steady presence provided a balance that made Yami feel more grounded. He wore a black blazer and a crisp white shirt, looking good but slightly out of place in the glossy, influencer-heavy crowd. His eyes were constantly darting toward Yami, checking in on her while also trying to engage in conversations with others.

Her friends, including Jacob’s cousins—Zilla, Jonathan, and Jonathan’s wife, Trinity—had also arrived. They had all been invited by Jacob, who knew they’d enjoy the event, especially Trinity, whose passion for makeup was well-known. Trinity, a beauty enthusiast, was completely in her element, admiring the new product launches with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. She had also brought along Pamela, Bianca, and Montez, making the party feel even more lively.

The vibe was light and carefree. People laughed, exchanged stories, and took selfies with the display products, posing for pictures that would surely flood their social media feeds later. The night was meant to be about celebrating beauty, connecting with others in the industry, and simply having a good time. But there was an undercurrent of tension running just below the surface for Yami. She had been trying to enjoy herself, but something was nagging at her, a feeling that something was about to shift.

It was then that Erica, an old mutual friend, approached. Erica was known for her energy and her ability to stir up gossip, but tonight, there was something different in her demeanor. She walked toward Yami, her expression tight, her usual bubbly nature replaced with something more cautious.

"Yami," Erica said quietly, as she drew near, "We need to talk."

Yami’s stomach tightened. She had no idea what was coming, but the seriousness in Erica’s tone immediately piqued her concern. "What is it?" Yami asked, her voice already laced with curiosity and growing unease.

Erica hesitated for a moment, looking over her shoulder as though checking for anyone who might overhear. The air between them felt charged as she finally spoke, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "I saw Crystal earlier. Apparently, she has been talking to your ex-manager. The one who stole from you—the one you’ve been battling in court for months. She actually brought him here with her."

Yami’s breath caught in her chest. Her ex-manager, a man who had once been a close ally, had been one of the darkest parts of her career. He’d stolen a significant amount of money from her, money that was meant for a major project, and the fallout had been brutal—both emotionally and financially. Yami had been fighting a legal battle for months, trying to get back what was rightfully hers. The thought of Crystal, a longtime friend, meeting with this man made Yami’s stomach churn.

"Crystal? Crystal was with him?" Yami asked, her voice edged with disbelief.

Erica nodded, her face set in an expression of discomfort. "Yeah, I saw them talking over by the bar. When I asked her about it, she acted like it was no big deal. Didn’t even seem fazed. She didn’t seem to care that he screwed you over."

The sting of betrayal hit hard, and Yami’s blood began to simmer. Crystal, someone she had trusted, someone she had considered a friend, meeting with the very man who had caused her so much pain? It felt like a slap in the face.

Without saying another word, Yami’s gaze shifted across the room to where Crystal was standing with a group of people, laughing and chatting. Yami’s pulse quickened. The calm veneer she had been holding onto was beginning to crack, and an unfamiliar sense of urgency swept over her. She had to confront this. It couldn’t wait.

“I need to talk to her,” Yami said, her voice flat, and controlled, but there was no mistaking the fury beneath.

Erica nodded quickly, stepping back. "Just... be careful, Yami. She didn’t seem to care much when I spoke to her."

But Yami wasn’t listening anymore. Her focus was locked on Crystal, and nothing was going to stop her from finding out why. The closer she got to the bar, the more her anger built, and the tighter her grip on her emotions became. She was walking into a conversation that could either mend a friendship or end it forever.

When she finally reached Crystal, she wasn’t ready for the placid expression that greeted her. Crystal, her eyes wide with surprise, gave a forced smile. "Yami!" she said, her voice casual, but there was something nervous lurking behind her eyes. "Hey!"

Yami couldn’t help the sharpness in her voice. "I need to ask you something," she said, cutting straight to the point.

Crystal raised an eyebrow, sensing that this wasn’t just a casual question. "What’s up?"

Yami’s words came out like a controlled storm. "Why didn’t you tell me you met up with my ex-manager? You know, the one who stole from me. The one I’m in a legal battle with. Why didn’t you say anything?"

Crystal blinked in surprise, her eyes flicking to the side for a moment. She seemed genuinely confused. "What are you talking about? I don’t know what you’re trying to say," she responded, her voice laced with incredulity. "Nothing happened, Yami. It was just a meeting."

Yami’s blood ran cold. "A meeting? With the man who stole from me? You didn’t think I should know about that? After everything that’s happened?" Her voice was beginning to rise, the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "You didn’t think I’d care?"

Crystal’s posture stiffened. She glanced around, trying to gauge the situation, but Yami wasn’t backing down. The room seemed to fade into the background as their conversation became a battleground.

"Look, it wasn’t a big deal," Crystal said, her voice defensive now. "I didn’t think it was anything I needed to tell you about. He didn’t do anything to me. It’s not like we’re best friends now, okay?"

Yami’s eyes narrowed. The casualness with which Crystal dismissed the meeting—her lack of concern for how Yami might feel—was enough to set Yami’s nerves alight. "You think I wouldn’t care? You think it’s no big deal that you’re hanging out with the man who nearly ruined my career?" Yami’s voice grew louder, now fully on edge. "You didn’t even think to mention it to me?"

Crystal scoffed, her arms folding across her chest. "Why should I? You’re always acting like everything’s about you, Yami. Maybe you’re the one with the problem. You’re the one who can’t move on from the past."

Yami felt a chill run through her. The words hit harder than anything Crystal had said before. "That’s a fake-ass move, Crystal. Don’t act like you didn’t know this would hurt me. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Crystal’s face twisted with a sneer. "I’m not the one who can’t let go. Maybe it’s time you stopped playing the victim."

Yami’s heart pounded in her chest. The betrayal was so raw, that it burned. The words seemed to swirl around her, pushing her to the edge. She didn’t even think twice before she raised her hand and slapped Crystal across the face.

The sound of the slap echoed in the air, loud and unforgiving. The room seemed to freeze for a moment as Crystal staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek in disbelief. But before Yami could even register what had happened, Crystal lunged at her, hands flying toward her hair.

The tension in the air snapped.

Yami wasn’t one to back down. She sidestepped Crystal’s attack, shoving her away with a swift, practiced motion. But before the confrontation could settle, Eliza, Crystal’s sister, came charging in, her fists swinging toward Yami. Now, Yami was facing two opponents.

Jacob and Zilla rushed to intervene, but the chaos of the moment was too much to contain. Yami’s anger was pure and unfiltered, and she fought back with everything she had, using all her strength and speed. Crystal and Eliza struggled to land a blow on her, but Yami’s reflexes were sharp. Within moments, she had thrown both of them to the ground, her fists landing with precision as she dealt with them swiftly.

Breathing heavily, Yami stood over them, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins. Her chest rose and fell with the force of her anger, but there was an odd sense of clarity in the aftermath. She turned and walked away, her eyes scanning the crowd before she made her exit from the confrontation.

Jacob and Zilla reached her, their expressions a mixture of disbelief and concern.

"So this is what they were talking about when they said you got a bad temper?" Zilla asked, his voice a mix of amusement and astonishment.

Yami shrugged, her composure returning. "I wasn’t trying to start anything," she said coolly. "But I wasn’t going to let her disrespect me like that."

Bianca, who had watched the entire altercation from a distance, walked over crossed her arms, and shook her head. "Girl, I thought you were working on your anger," she said with a grin.

Yami gave a small, wry smile. "I am," she said. "But sometimes, people just need to be put in their place."

“Yami, go get a refund because whatever you learned from anger management ain’t working for you,” Montez said, shaking his head.

Pamela, still wide-eyed from the chaos, leaned in closer to Yami, her voice low and incredulous. "Girl, you really went off. I thought for sure one of them was gonna pull out a knife or something."

Yami chuckled dryly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, her heart still pounding. "I wish one of them bitches would pull out a knife on me," she said nonchalantly.

Jacob, who had stood at a distance during the entire altercation, his expression a mixture of concern and disbelief, finally stepped forward. He reached out and gently placed a hand on Yami’s arm, his voice softer but still laced with some concern. "You’re alright?" he asked, his brown eyes searching her face for any sign of distress.

Yami gave him a small nod, though her thoughts were still swirling. "I’m fine," she said, trying to sound calmer than she felt. "It’s just… been a lot lately." She glanced back over her shoulder toward Crystal and Eliza, who were now being helped up by a couple of partygoers, their faces still flushed with the aftermath of the fight. The two women glared at Yami, but she didn’t let it phase her. Let them stare. Let them seethe. It was over.

"And I’m done with it," she added, her voice growing steadier, more resolute. "Done with all the fakeness, the lies, the betrayals. It’s exhausting."

Trinity clicked her tongue, the corner of her lips curling up in a smile. "I don’t blame you. You did what you had to do, but girl—"

"Yeah, you definitely did what you had to do," Bianca interrupted, cutting Trinity off. "But you’re really gonna tell me you’re working on your anger? After that?" Bianca raised her brows, clearly trying to lighten the mood.

Yami rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "I am, Bianca. It just, you know, doesn’t always work when people push you to the edge."

Zilla snorted, his voice low and playful. "Yeah, Yami, I think someone just learned a valuable lesson about not pushing you too far. But seriously, don’t let them think they can walk all over you, okay? You handled it."

"I handled it," Yami repeated, nodding with more conviction than she felt. "But it’s not just about them. It’s about me." She paused, the weight of the night sinking in. "I’ve been dealing with this legal stuff with my ex-manager, and then Crystal goes and makes it worse by acting like nothing’s wrong. Like it doesn’t matter. It matters, and I won’t let people treat me like I don’t matter."

Her voice softened toward the end, but there was still fire in it, a fierce determination that had always been part of her DNA. Yami had learned long ago that her kindness had limits. When people crossed those lines, she wasn’t afraid to defend herself.

Jacob squeezed her arm reassuringly. "You’re right," he said, his tone supportive.

Yami smiled, wiping her palms down the front of her dress as if trying to shake off the aftereffects of the chaos.

Jonathan, still processing the event, let out a low whistle. "Well, this is one hell of a party story. I mean, who gets into a fight at a makeup launch?"

Yami snorted. "Apparently me. I’m the drama now." She was almost laughing at the absurdity of it all, but the weight of the situation still lingered beneath the humor. Her confrontation with Crystal had pulled her out of a fun night and into an emotional battle that wasn’t just about physical fights—it was about her trust, her boundaries, and her past.

The party, once so full of carefree laughter and mingling, had a shadow now. Yami could feel the eyes of others on her—some sympathetic, others whispering behind their hands. It wasn’t that she cared what they thought; it was just the reality of being in a space where everyone was so quick to judge, so quick to comment. She was used to being under a microscope, but sometimes, the constant attention weighed on her.

Jacob leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, a small, reassuring gesture. "You good now?" he asked again, his voice low and comforting.

Yami closed her eyes for a second, savoring the closeness of the moment. "I’m good," she said, her voice quieter this time, the rawness in it now giving way to calm. She was tired, exhausted even, but the clarity she had felt earlier, the sharpness of knowing exactly where she stood, remained.

As the night wore on, the party shifted back into its original rhythm, people finding new conversations and new distractions, but the earlier tension remained in the air. Yami wasn’t sure where things stood with Crystal anymore, but one thing was clear: Yami was not someone to be messed with.

"Let’s get out of here," Yami said, her voice firm as she turned toward her friends. "I’ve had enough of this."

Trinity and Bianca exchanged a look, but they nodded, ready to follow her lead. Jacob, ever the calm presence, wrapped his arm around her shoulders as they made their way toward the exit.

Yami glanced back one last time at the crowd, her eyes scanning for any sign of Crystal or anyone else who might try to stir things up. There was a part of her that wondered if this was the end of her friendship with Crystal, but at that moment, she didn’t care.

The elevator ride down felt oddly peaceful, the soft hum of the building’s machinery a far cry from the chaos of moments before. Jacob pressed a kiss to her temple, a small, unspoken promise of support.

"You good?" he asked again, this time with a little more tenderness.

Yami gave him a soft smile, resting her head against his shoulder. "Yeah," she said, her voice steady now. "I’m good. I just needed to make sure I was still me."