One shots || WWE

Roman reigns - his girl (long)

The energy in the arena was unlike anything anyone had ever felt before. Two massive steel cages sat side by side, enclosing two rings, the battleground for War Games 2024. The crowd was on fire, every chant, every scream adding fuel to the simmering tension between the two teams. Roman Reigns stood with his team in the holding cage, his sharp eyes scanning the chaos in the ring.

The Tribal Chief had chosen his warriors carefully: his cousins Jimmy and Jey Uso, the ever-loyal Sami Zayn, and the returning CM Punk. Across the ring stood their enemies: Solo Sikoa, Bronson Reed, Jacob Fatu, Tama Tonga, and Tonga Loa—a dangerous alliance hellbent on toppling Roman and anyone who dared stand with him.

Outside the cage stood Y/N, poised and calm as ever. She was Roman's anchor, his confidante, and, though only a select few knew it, the soon-to-be mother of his child. She had insisted on being out there with Paul Heyman, and Roman, though protective, had relented—on one condition.

"You don't step inside unless I call you," Roman had warned her earlier in the day.

"Relax, Tribal Chief," she had teased, standing on her toes to kiss his cheek. "I'll be fine."

Now, as she stood near Paul, her eyes flicking between Roman's team and the action unfolding in the ring, she looked every bit the calm in the storm. Roman's attention, however, kept drifting toward her. She was talking quietly with Jimmy and Sami, and the sight of her smile briefly softened his ever-serious demeanor.

But Roman's gaze darkened when he caught CM Punk attempting to engage her in conversation. He didn't trust Punk—not entirely. Despite their alliance tonight, Roman wasn't about to let his guard down around the man who had only recently returned to WWE.

"Reigns," Punk's voice broke into his thoughts. "You listening?"

Roman turned slowly, his piercing eyes locking onto Punk. "Always," he said flatly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Sami, ever the peacemaker, jumped in to smooth over the tension, but Roman was already tuning them out. His focus returned to Y/N, who now stood talking with Paul. He couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips as he watched her.

The match began with Bronson Reed and Jey Uso starting things off, their energy setting the tone for the brutal battle ahead. The two men collided like freight trains, their moves shaking the very foundation of the cage. As time passed, one by one, competitors entered the ring. Each time the buzzer sounded, the crowd erupted, their anticipation building as chaos unfolded in the ring.

By the time Jimmy entered, the Bloodline's rhythm was in full swing, their teamwork shining even amid the carnage. But Solo Sikoa and Jacob Fatu were relentless, their brute force turning the tide as they laid waste to anyone in their path.

Outside the cage, Y/N's heart raced as she watched her husband's team fight with everything they had. She kept her face neutral, not wanting to show the worry bubbling beneath her calm exterior. Roman was still in the holding cage, his turn to enter coming last.

The Tribal Chief stood at the edge of the cage, his hands gripping the bars as he watched his team struggle to hold their ground. The crowd roared as Tama Tonga delivered a brutal Samoan drop to Jimmy, leaving him sprawled out in the ring.

Y/N took a step closer to the cage, her hand brushing against the steel as she called out encouragement. "You've got this! Keep fighting!"

Roman glanced back at her, his dark eyes softening slightly. He extended his hand through the bars, and she stepped forward instinctively, placing her smaller hand in his.

For a moment, the chaos around them faded. Roman's free hand moved to rest against her stomach, a private gesture hidden by the cage.

"No one finds out yet," he murmured, his voice low enough that only she could hear.

Y/N laughed softly, her fingers squeezing his. "Don't worry. When we win, I'll let everyone know."

Roman's lips quirked into a small smile before he released her hand, his focus snapping back to the match.

Finally, the buzzer sounded, signaling Roman's turn. But just as he stepped forward, Solo Sikoa slammed the cage door shut, locking it with a thick chain.

"Solo, what the hell are you doing?!" Jimmy shouted, his voice filled with disbelief.

The crowd erupted into boos, their shock echoing through the arena. Solo stood defiantly on the other side of the cage, a sinister smirk on his face as he turned his back on his former allies.

Roman's jaw clenched as he stared at the locked cage. Without hesitation, he began climbing the steel, his powerful frame moving with the precision of a predator.

"Roman, don't!" Y/N yelled, her voice cutting through the noise.

But Roman didn't falter. He reached the top of the cage, the crowd roaring as their Tribal Chief stood like a king surveying his kingdom. Then, with a leap of faith, he launched himself into the fray, taking down Jacob Fatu and Tama Tonga in a brutal flurry of strikes.

As Roman fought with unmatched ferocity, Y/N stood at ringside, her hands clenched into fists. Every blow Roman landed, every hit he took, sent a jolt through her.

"You've got this, boys!" she shouted, her voice carrying over the roar of the crowd.

Jey, battered and leaning against the cage near where she stood, managed to pull something from his wrist tape. He slid it through the bars, wincing in pain as he did.

"I knew it," Jey said with a weak grin, his voice strained.

Y/N looked down to see a delicate necklace in her hand. The charm read Mama-to-be. Her breath caught in her throat as she clutched it tightly, a smile breaking through the tension on her face.

In the ring, Roman was a force of nature. He delivered a thunderous Superman Punch to Solo, followed by a devastating spear that shook the entire cage. Jimmy and Jey worked together to take down Tama and Tonga Loa, while Punk delivered a GTS to Bronson Reed that left him sprawled out.

With a final roar, Roman stood tall, his team victorious as the referee called the match. The bell rang, and the crowd erupted, their cheers deafening.

The cage door was unlocked, and Roman stepped out, his chest heaving as he scanned the sea of faces. His eyes locked onto Y/N, and he extended his hand toward her.

"Come up here," he called, his voice carrying over the noise.

Y/N didn't hesitate. She ran to the ring, and Jimmy held the ropes down for her as Roman helped her inside.

Standing in the center of the ring, Roman wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist, pulling her close. The crowd began to quiet, sensing a moment of significance.

Roman raised a microphone, his deep voice cutting through the noise. "Tonight, we proved why we're the ones. But before we go..." He paused, glancing at Y/N with a rare softness. "I've got something to say."

The crowd leaned in, hanging on his every word.

"The Bloodline's growing," Roman said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "My family's growing."

He placed his hand over Y/N's stomach, the gesture simple but powerful. The crowd erupted, their cheers reaching a fever pitch.

"She's carrying my child," Roman announced proudly, his voice breaking slightly as he looked at her.

Y/N's eyes filled with tears, and she wrapped her arms around him as the crowd began chanting, "Mama-to-be! Mama-to-be!"

Jimmy and Jey whooped in celebration, lifting Sami onto their shoulders as Punk smirked, shaking his head in mock exasperation. Even in victory, Roman had managed to steal the spotlight.

Roman kissed Y/N's forehead, his grip on her firm but tender. In this moment, nothing else mattered. They were a team, a family, and the future was theirs to claim.

As they exited the ring together, Roman kept his arm securely around Y/N, whispering in her ear. "Told you we'd win."

She laughed, leaning into him. "You always do."

The arena lights dimmed as the crowd continued to cheer, the Tribal Chief standing tall with his family by his side, ready to embrace the next chapter of their story.