Authors Note: Hello everyone! It's been almost 4 YEARS since I've posted any new material but I'm hoping I'm back and better than ever. I have found a new love, a new muse in Mr. Roman Reigns and I'm dying to write right now. I hope some of you remember me, I hope to gain new readers and I can't ask you enough to PLEASE RESPOND. It helps me so much—It makes me want to write more, posts updates faster and have readers give me ideas for what should happen next! That's what fuels me to keep going, so help me out! I'm actually in the middle of writing TWO new chapter pieces (which I never do because I'm terrible with chapters) "Superman" and this new one "Let It Reign." I also have TWO new one-shot ideas bubble up in the midst of it. "Samoan Valentine," in honor of the recent holiday and the other "Waking Up The Devil," will be posted as soon as possible as well. Please let me know what you think in the feedback. I hope I haven't gotten too rusty and still have a knack for this. And without further ado…

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the alternate universe that I live in and my original character. World Wrestling Entertainment owns all respective rights and trademarks. (Although I wish I could claim Roman Reigns!)

Title: Let It Reign
Chapter: 1
Rating: M+ (NC-17)
Characters: Roman Reigns/OC

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

Raelynn Taylor is 24 years old and Senior Product Analyst for all WWE Programming. The McMahon-Levesque Empire hired her four years ago after meeting her at press conference. She wasn't technically a member of the creative writing team, but she sat in on all their meetings. She reviewed all WWE programming, followed social media trends and offered "professional" opinions on what direction the company should take. Hunter had found to her to share the same outlook on the wrestling business as he did and that had ultimately landed her, her dream job.

Since then she had befriended most of the roster and was well liked. They seemed to want to deal with her directly instead of battling creative on most things so she was the go-to girl between the two parties. She didn't mind though, she loved her job—that is, until today. Rae was faced with delivering a message from creative to the boys of The Shield that she knew would not be well received by any of them.

"Seth, I know you're upset but they think it's time for all of you to show what you're made of. We want to see what each of you bring to the table as singles competitors. This is a good thing." She pleaded as she watched the two-toned haired man pace around the locker room. Roman Reigns sat solemnly on the bench beside her to the right and Dean Ambrose was standing up, arms crossed over his chest as he stood to her left.

"Guys, come on…" They were all upset, and she knew they would be. Creative had asked her to inform them that tonight they would be disbanded as The Shield and would embark on new, individual singles careers. "I've been working my ass off for you guys lately, I wouldn't advocate you to be in positions I didn't think you could excel in." Dean threw his hands up, racking them through his short, curly blonde hair.

"Look here chica, it's like this—I have no problem with going out on my own. That's how I came in and I can handle it. But these guys are my brother's man! We are on a roll right now; we're over like gangbusters. I don't see how this is a smart move. You've always been behind us, how could you let them do this? Especially now! I just don't get it… I… I need a cigarette." He snapped, obviously losing his patience. He rushed right past her and out the door, slamming it behind him as he went. She sighed, putting her head in her hand feeling a headache coming on.

"Rae, I'm sorry about him—I think we're all just a little frustrated with this. It's going to take time to get used to. We know it's not your fault. I'll go talk to him." Seth apologized as he picked up his own jacket and headed out behind Dean. She knew they were going to take this hard, but she didn't expect it was going to be this hard to get them on board. This would provide them with huge opportunities to show the WWE who they are and further their careers.

She was left alone now with Roman, whom she was the closet with out of the three of them. Rae was about to say something to him when he jumped to his feet, throwing his fist into the wall next to him. She jumped, watching his sudden outburst. Roman wasn't the greatest at communicating his emotions—good or bad.

"Roman…" she whispered, walking over to him. She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder. His body heaved with rage and she could hear him seething. "Roman, look at me." Raelynn said, a little more stern this time. It took him a minute but he finally turned around to face her. Looking down at her with his dark grey eyes, she could see the distress in them. He never could hide anything from her. She could read him like a book.

"You've got a way with words, don't you?" She sighed, shaking her head as she caught sight of his hand. "Come here…" she whispered, leading him to sit down on the leather sofa also in the room. He watched her silently as she padded across the floor and pulled a first aid kit off a shelf. Returning to the couch, she sat close to him.

"What are you doing?" He snapped, growling at her in his low baritone voice. She darted her dark chocolate colored eyes from the items in the small white box to his as he glared.

"Excuse me? You want to take that attitude out of your voice?" She was the one snapping this time. These were grown-ass men and they needed to start acting like it instead of a bunch of babies. "You busted your knuckles open when you decided to Superman punch the wall over there. Look…" She put her much smaller hand in his, showing him the traces of blood and scrapes on his much larger one. Roman could feel the warmth in her touch and the spark that she left on him from the tips of her fingers. His frustration eased as he sighed heavily, watching her closely as she went to work to bandage his wounds.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out. "I shouldn't have talked to you like that." She found herself smiling at his words. She could feel his tense body slowly start to ease back to normal as he calmed his temper.

"It's okay Rome, you guys had a good thing going. I know you're upset and you have every right to be. Just believe me when I say I know you can do this. Just believe in yourself." He tensed again, hissing through clenched teeth as she cleaned his wounds with an alcohol pad. He tried to jerk his hand away from her but she held tight to him.

"That fucking hurts, baby girl." He whined, watching her work intently.

"Suck it up, Buttercup," she laughed. Rae finished wrapping his hand, taping up the bandage and making sure it was secure. She noticed how quiet Roman had gotten and she looked up again, closing the lid on the first aid kit.

"What?" She asked innocently, smiling at him.

"Did you just call me Buttercup?" He couldn't help but grin as he asked the question. She was feisty and headstrong—not to mention sassy, with one hell of an attitude, all of which he had grown to appreciate over the last few months. Rae had been good to him, helping him as much as possible and they had become very close friends.

"Yeah I did Reigns, you got a problem with that?" She laughed, poking him in the chest roughly with her index finger.

"What if I said I did?" He joked, trying to pretend to be serious now. She always did have a knack for making him forget whatever was troubling him.

"Then I guess we'd just have to fight about it…" She giggled, poking him again—this time a little harder than before.

"Ouch, that hurts." He playfully whined, holding his hands over his chest.

"You're such a baby," she laughed.

Over the next couple of months her time was spent very closely with the former members of The Shield. They eventually all accepted that they needed to branch out into singles competition and seemed to be enjoying it so far. They worked countless hours on perfecting their in-ring ability, promo skills and various other aspects of their new characters. Raelynn took a lot of pride in these three men, they were her own special little project. In her eyes, they were the future of the WWE. Raelynn was very proud of everything they had accomplished, especially Roman. He was learning to branch out on his own, tweak his craft in all the right places and dominant his competition. She made sure to watch every match he had and give him every piece of advice she could.

Everyone knew as the year started to come to a close that rumors would start to fly about WrestleMania and the months leading into the biggest event of the year. Everyone in the WWE put forth their A-game and Raelynn was busier than ever. Everyone from Superstars to Divas, writers to road agents seemed to be pulling her in a million different directions. Rae loved her job but it was starting to take a toll on her. She spent countless hours on her computer at night, hours she should have devoted to sleep and every minute of her every day was spent helping in whatever way she could.

Raelynn sat up in bed one night, after a Raw taping furiously typing away on her laptop. She had been responding to e-mails, sending out memos and checking the WWE's social media sites ever since she returned back from the arena. Suddenly, she jumped, hearing a knock on the door of her hotel room. Glancing down at the clock on her computer screen she finally realized it was after 2AM. She got up, sliding the computer to the other side of the mattress wondering who could be out there at this hour. Upon reaching the door she looked through the peephole to see a pair of grey eyes staring back at her. She instantly smiled, shaking her head in disbelief.

"What in the world are you doing here?" She asked, opening the door to see Roman standing there in a light grey t-shirt and dark faded jeans.

"I came to see you, obviously." He chuckled, slicking back his hair that was tied up in his signature man bun.

"I see that," she giggled. "But why at two in the morning?" He eyed her, noticing how cute her hair looked tied up in her own little messy bun on the top of her head. She wore a pair of light pink mesh shorts and one of Paige's WWE t-shirts. His dark eyes followed down the length of her long, tan legs almost forgetting how to form complete sentences.

"I know how hard you've been working lately and I just thought you could use a break." He smiled. "Can I come in for a minute?"

"Of course," she nodded. Rae stepped back, letting him into the room as she closed the door behind him.

"You couldn't even stop working for a minute, could you?" Roman laughed, walking into the room and seeing her open laptop sitting on the bed where she had been sitting.

"Oh hush, Roman. It's only been a couple hours…"she sighed, sitting back down in her spot. He stared at her a moment, his tongue rolling over his lips.

"Well, you're done now." He stated, grabbing the computer off the bed before closing it and sitting it on the dresser. "No more work tonight. Your eyes are going to turn into mush if you keep staring at that thing." She knew he was right, her eyes were forever bloodshot from working so hard for so long.

"So what, my dear Samoan Savior, are we going to do now that you've hijacked my computer?" She asked. She couldn't help but smile at him. He was always doing random things like this to her.

"This!" He exclaimed, pulling a slim case from the back pocket of his jeans. Rae eyed him as he held it up seeing the RedBox logo on the outside.

"A movie?" She questioned and he just looked with a ridiculous expression.

"No, this isn't just any movie. This is THE movie. Fight Club." He answered, turning around to face the television as he started to take it out of the case and pop it into the DVD player. Once he was satisfied, he took a seat.

"What are you doing?" She asked, eyeing him as he sat down in one of the chairs next to the table that was half a world away from her.

"Sitting down?" He answered her as the opening previews started to play on the screen.

"Ro, if you're going to break into my hotel room at two in the morning, stop me from working and force me to watch a movie that you know we've both seen hundreds of times, we are at least going to do it right. Get over here!" She moved over on the bed, patting the now empty space beside her. Roman got up smiling as he moved in next to her, his back pressed up against her pillows. He felt the air in his lungs lock up in his throat as he felt her snuggle into him, laying her head on his arm before pulling up the covers around her.

"Better?" He whispered, watching the movie start to play. Rae sighed against him contently and he felt his heart swell.

"Almost. Turn the light out and shut up." She giggled, "I'm trying to watch this." Roman laughed at her as he leaned over and cut the lamp off as she requested.

"Whatever you say, baby girl." Roman settled in beside her as his eyes tired to focus on the screen. He couldn't help but notice how good it felt to have her this close to him. He could feel her lightly breathing against him, her arm tangled with his. Roman could definitely get used to this—having Raelynn by his side.

Authors Note: Read & Review! Please let me know what you think and if you'd be interested in reading chapter two! I'd also love to hear ideas! I have things planned all the way through The Royal Rumble and Fast Lane... I'm super excited about this story, hopefully I'll be able to keep up the steam.