a/n: this rush of inspiration hit me from a stefan and caroline photoset i saw on tumblr; it was based on the premise of "six more important phrases than i love you." i've written some of these pairings before and others i haven't. i just wanted to do something different instead of posting a bunch of separate one shots about these pairings.

~*~hearts like supernovas~*~

pairing[s]: roman reigns/charlotte flair, seth rollins/bayley, dean ambrose/nikki bella, sami zayn/sasha banks, kevin owens/alexa bliss and big cass/carmella

summary: there are six phrases more important than i love you/ or six moments between six different couples in wwe

rating: t

[roman and charlotte]

i'll support you

A public apology to her father... Just the thought left a bitter taste in Charlotte's mouth. As if she would let him back into her good graces, after what he did in their hometown... Raising that rat's hand, bowing down to her, looking for all the world like the proudest Daddy. If she hadn't been... Her stomach churns and her fists clench, willing the memory away. She doesn't want to remember that feeling... Just utter hopelessness, the searing pain – physical and emotional – and before her thoughts can spiral down...

"There's no comin' back from this," A warm baritone in her ear. "If you do what you're gonna do, nothin's ever gonna be the same."

"You don't think I know that?" Angry as she whirls around. She does not need this; a warning, to be told to proceed with caution, she's well aware of the irreversable damage she'll be doing.

Mostly, she doesn't need to be told all of this from him, from Roman who wears his heritage on his skin like armor, who represents his bloodline proudly and with honor every time he steps into the ring.

She's been trying her whole life to get away from the always looming shadow of her father... She thought she had all those months ago, but she should've known she'd never be able to escape and then there he was... Strutting down to the ring where Sasha was holding her championship and he raised her hand, leaving his own daughter to cry and collapse under the weight of her failure.

Red clouds her vision, but breaks when she feels fingers under her chin and now warm chocolate eyes are staring into her own sable. She shudders; she hates how those eyes make her feel, small and vulnerable, as if he can see right through her. See who she is underneath the bravado and the feathers of her robes, the crystals around her eye.

He doesn't need her to be The Queen. He doesn't want The Queen.

He wants Charlotte.

"You're really gonna do this?"

Those five words have her on suddenly shaky ground. He's making her think twice. Why does he have to be, ugh, such a good man? Why can't he give into his baser instincts and rip apart everyone who's ever hurt him? Why can't he understand why she has to do this? Why can't he be more like her?

Straightening her shoulders just as her music is cued, she takes in a deep breath and her lips curl into a deadly smirk and pats him on the cheek, "You've known me a long time, Roman, would you expect anything less of me? He deserves this."

"I asked him here tonight to give him a heartfelt apology..."

"Dad... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The slap is everything Roman expects after Charlotte holds her arms open, pretending to go for another hug. The crowd gasps, not thinking she could be this cruel, this vindictive and would want to hurt her father this way. He swallows thickly as she yells, "I'm your daughter! I'm your flesh and your blood! Who is she to dedicate her victory to my father! MY FATHER! You turned you're back on me?! Really?! Really?!"

Watching the scene, he remembers how often Ric was gone when he and Charlotte were kids. How she and Reid would spend their summers in Pensacola with his family. How Charlotte's mother would sob in his own mother's arms, how all she wanted was for her children to have a father. How Charlotte would climb into his bed and ask, her voice so small, "how come my dad can't be home all the time like yours?"

He remembers Ric shaking his hand; turning his back on Hunter, Randy and Batista when The Shield was feuding with Evolution. He remembers Ric strutting around the locker room, cocksure as ever about his daughter – the last Diva's Champion, the first Women's Champion – but it was his own father who had been at Charlotte's volleyball games, had helped her sort through all of her scholarship offers, teased her until she blushed an attractive pink about going to Georgia Tech with him. When was Ric even around? He struggles to remember, but he can't... He can't because those memories don't exist.

His jaw sets, teeth grinding while his blood runs hot in his veins. He pounds his fist into his open palm and then violet is streaking across his vision.

"Shasa Banks... Sasha Banks..." There was Cole's reedy voice reaching gorilla. "Trying to come to the aid of Ric..."

He won't put hands on a woman, but Ric's old ass is fair game.

Charlotte had Sasha tangled up in the ropes and was bending her backwards with her foot on the small of the other woman's back for leverage. Just as she was losing grip on the violet strands of her foe, a familiar bass line thundered through the arena's speakers. She readjusted her grip, bending Sasha's back even further and as she was about to kick her to send her sprawling to the floor, she heard Cole's screeching, "ROMAN REIGNS?! THAT'S THE UNITED STATES CHAMPION ROMAN REIGNS! WHAT THE HECK IS HE DOING OUT HERE?!"

Kicking Sasha in the back, Charlotte sent the Women's Champion flailing to the cold ground of the arena's floor. Turning, she saw Roman standing just outside the ring. She was ready to defend her actions to him, to rush toward him and tell him not to stop her from doing what she had to do... Instead, he winked at her. Instantly, heat flooded her veins. It was subtle but he was supporting her.

He wasn't out here to stop her like she expected.

There was her father's voice calling out, desperate and raw, "Why?! Why are you doing this, Char?!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him advancing, but was quickly stopped by Roman.

"Ric was trying to stop Charlotte from doing more damage to Sasha, but Reigns stopped him," The way Cole spoke it was as if he was phrasing a question and not a statement. "Just what is going on out here? Charlotte lured her father out her under the false pretense of an apology and now Reigns is stopping Flair from coming to the aide of a defenseless Banks?"

"This is family business, Michael," Cory snapped. "This is between Charlotte and Ric and Sasha stuck her nose in it, and now she is paying the price. As for why Reigns is out here, he's obviously supporting The Queen. I have sources that tell me it was Reigns who consoled a heart broken Charlotte after she watched in agony while her father, her flesh and her blood, raised her enemy's hand in her hometown."

"A heart broken Charlotte?" Byron scoffed. "That's rich. Charlotte doesn't have a heart. Look what she did to her father and now look at what she's doing to Sasha."

"Shut your mouth, Saxton. You were there at ringside when all of this went down. Charlotte was devestated by the horrific scene playing out before her. But of course you were lapping it up with a spoon. You disgust me."

As the referees surounded Charlotte and Sasha, yelling for Charlotte to stop, she grabbed Sasha and lifted her into the air before slamming her down on the arena floor; her version of Roman's sit out powerbomb. Looking into the ring, she smiled up at the United States Champion, giving him a wink of her own before turning her attention back to a prone Sasha.

"That's enough, Charlotte!" One referee shouted. "Shut up! I'll tell you when she's had enough!" She yelled back, grabbing Sasha again.

This time she lifted the other woman onto her shoulders and then threw her right at the ring post; her face smacking the cold steel and her body falling helplessly to the concrete. "SASHA WHO? SASHA WHO?" She mocked while preening for the sold out Austin crowd, arms spread wide.

By her hair, Charlotte dragged Sasha's dead weight into the ring and laid her right at Ric's feet.

"That's your trophy," She sneered. "That's your trophy."

"Roman..." Ric turned his attention to the United States Champion, his tone begging.

"I ain't afraid to hit an old man, Ric." He locks and loads, the move before his Superman Punch. "Don't test me. Cause you and I..." He advances toward the legend, his voice low and deadly. "We both know why this went down. You're a legend to them," He points out to the crowd. "But nah... I know who you really are. A father who was never there. A husband too busy chasing the next piece of ass. You best watch yourself. Cause I'm done letting you hurt your daughter."

Walking toward the ropes, he holds them open for Charlotte to step through. He follows suit and as they walk up the ramp, Charly is scurrying toward them, microphone in hand.

She's panting, having obviously run straight to the ramp from gorilla and the mic's right in his face. "Roman, can you tell everyone why you came out to the ring after Charlotte attacked her father and Sasha? And why you stopped Ric from coming to Sasha's defense?"

Bending toward the mic, his voice was cool and calm, "It's real simple Charly; I'm done watchin' Ric hurt Charlotte. I'm done watchin' him strut around this locker room, actin' like he's proud of everything she's accomplished when really he's just holdin' on for that last gasp of fame. If he tries anything, I'm gonna take this here fist and hit him square on the jaw, and lay him out. Believe that."

Turning away from the petite brunette and toward the statuesque blonde on his right, he pulled her close; securing her against his side by her waist. She was tucked perfectly under his chin and he laid a kiss to her platinum strands. As she pulled back, he drew her into a warm, wet kiss; his tongue finding hers as soon as her mouth acquiesced to his and opened.

He rested his head against hers as she breathed deep and told her, "I got you. No matter what. I got you."