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[dalekofchaos]

Faction idea:Queen's Court

Charlotte Flair recently said she wants to lead a faction.

Given that Charlotte is the Queen, I think Charlotte leading a Queen's court based around the Queens of Spades, Hearts, Diamonds and Clubs

Queen of Spades:Charlotte Queen of Hearts:Alexa Bliss Queen of Diamonds:Kiana James Queen of Clubs:Rhea Ripley

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charlotte 🤝 rhea (being put through The Horrors as they're restrained and forced to watch jade ruthlessly attack their beloved partner)

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rhea and charlotte fighting desperately to break free as they're forced to watch their respective partners get hurt (sequel to this post)

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reblog to boop prev

[thebluestandard]

One step closer to her carrying Lexi out to gorilla

[toothywink]

Alexa Bliss does not love being touched. Avoids it, where she can; enforces her space with spikes on her shoulders and an icy stare. She has long since left humanity behind. She does not need human contact.

So why - held aloft by familiar hands, pressed close to the warmth of her partner’s back, breathing the scent of her hair - why can’t she stop smiling?

“Don’t do that again,” she says as they walk through gorilla. “The piggyback. Don’t do it again.”

Charlotte seems a little taken aback. “Why not?”

Why not indeed. “Your knee,” Alexa lies, avoiding her gaze. “Duh.”

“Oh, please.” Charlotte’s dismissive wave almost hits a passing technician in the face. “I’m not that breakable. Anyway you weigh like three ounces, it’s fine.”

Yes, god, please, give her an in. Give her anything to say except you’re the only one who can touch me and you’re heaven and I’m scared. “Wow. Did I not just get done smacking a bitch for calling me tiny?”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. I like that you’re three apples tall. It’s cute.”

Cute. Like a little girl. Did it ever occur to you that I might want you to see me as a woman? Jerk. Please hold me again. “You’re about three apples away from me practicing those chops…”

Charlotte chuckles; she knows how little Alexa means it. “Any time, babygirl,” she says, and drapes an arm around her like it’s nothing.

(It’s everything.)

Alexa walks at her side on autopilot, half-listening to her chatter away like she does when she’s high off a match. She won’t be expected to answer. That’s fine; she’s busy etching the memory of Charlotte’s hand into her upper arm, a mind’s-ink tattoo. In ten years she’ll look in a mirror, read the weight and the warmth of her partner’s touch, and travel back in time.

Cold now. The moment unravels. They’re in the locker room; Charlotte has turned away to grab her street clothes, talking about how much she adores German crowds and their fondness for clapping to a beat, mispronouncing Leipzig. Her back is molten caramel poured over steel. Alexa’s mouth grows wet. Her hand hovers a half-inch from the heat of her partner’s skin. The air tastes of salt.

Silence.

“…Lexi?”

She registers the flex of muscles before its meaning: Charlotte has turned to look at her over her shoulder. Alexa’s hand curls in on itself, a snail’s eye poked by a curious toddler, trying not to exist. “Mm?”

Sea-green eyes warm with a mixture of fondness and concern. “You can touch me, you know. I’m not gonna freak out.”

You would, thinks Alexa bitterly, if you knew what I am. “Like I do, you mean?” she bites back automatically, and instantly regrets it; Charlotte is already grimacing at the reminder of her own social ineptitude. This one wasn’t even her fault. “No, forget I said that.”

“No, you’re right,” Charlotte mutters, “that was…ugh, that wasn’t what I meant. I just…” She huffs a little sigh, tries again: “…I’m here for you, okay? Whatever you need. On your terms.”

God, she’s being so fucking gentle with her. Alexa will never, ever deserve that, and every fibre of her is screaming but I want to, I want to, I want you…

She whispers a thank you, forces half a smile, and turns away.

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alexa desperately pleading with charlotte to forego the match because it's not worth the pain she's putting herself through + charlotte reminding alexa that she knows her to her core (as a way to get alexa to understand why the pain is worth it to her)

FRIDAY NIGHT SMACKDOWN | 06.19.26

[isabella-2025]

The Rhodes Flair Connection Warnings: injury • angst • hurt/comfort

Pair: Cody Rhodes X Charlotte flair

Plot: When Cody Rhodes opens SmackDown with a high‑stakes title match, Charlotte Flair is right there backstage, steadying him with a kiss and a promise. But as Cody’s night spirals into chaos, Charlotte hides her own fear — and a dangerous secret — to keep him focused. After Cody’s brutal match, Charlotte walks straight into an ambush meant to destroy her chances in the Queen of the Ring tournament. Injured and alone, she limps to the ring anyway, fighting through agony as Cody watches helplessly from backstage. When the damage becomes too much, Cody rushes to her side, carrying her to safety as emotions finally break open. Surrounded by friends — and even Liv Morgan checking in — Charlotte finds comfort in Cody’s arms, realizing she doesn’t have to face anything alone anymore.

okay so… this is just a little one‑shot wouldn’t let me breathe until I wrote it. the drama, the angst, the comfort — yeah, it had to happen. hope you love it, because my mind definitely had fun with this one.🤍😊❤️

Cody was pacing.

Not nervous pacing — Cody Rhodes didn’t get nervous — but the kind of pacing he did when he was trying to stay laser‑focused. Rolling his shoulders. Adjusting his wrist tape. Running strategy through his head.

Charlotte watched him from the doorway, arms crossed, one hip leaning against the frame. She loved this version of him — locked‑in, determined, championship‑ready.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” she said.

Cody turned, and the second he saw her, his whole face softened. “Hey, darlin’.”

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be. Gunther. Sami. Chaos. You know how it goes.”

“You thrive in chaos.”

“Only when you’re here.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, smiling despite herself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it.”

She did. God, she did.

She straightened the collar of his jacket, smoothing her hands down his chest — slow, familiar, grounding.

“Cody,” she said softly, “you’ve got this.”

He leaned in, forehead touching hers. “Stay back here for me?”

“Always.”

She kissed him — soft, quick, enough to steal his breath.

“Good luck,” she whispered.

The door swung open.

“OH. MY. GOD.”

Charlotte jumped back like she’d been caught committing a felony.

Alexa Bliss stood in the doorway, eyes wide, grin evil. “I KNEW IT! I knew you two were sneaking around!”

Cody rubbed his neck. “Lex, it’s not—”

“Save it,” Alexa said. “Everyone knows. Literally everyone. The only people who think it’s a secret are you two.”

Charlotte groaned. “Alexa—”

“Lovebirds, Cody’s on in five. Charlotte, stop making out with the champion before his match.”

“We were NOT—”

“Sure, babe.”

Cody laughed — the first real laugh he’d had all day.

Charlotte grabbed his hand. “Win.”

“For you? Always.”

He walked toward gorilla, adrenaline kicking in, heart lighter than it had been in weeks.

Because Charlotte Flair had kissed him good luck.

Charlotte and Alexa stood at the monitor, arms crossed.

“You’re gripping your wrist tape like it owes you money,” Alexa teased.

“Shut up.”

“You kissed him before the match. You’re allowed to be obsessed.”

“I’m not obsessed.”

“Mm‑hmm.”

Charlotte didn’t answer — because Cody had just stepped into the ring.

Gunther chopped him so hard the sound echoed backstage.

Charlotte flinched.

“You okay, Mama Flair?” Alexa asked.

“He’s fine,” Charlotte said too quickly.

Then Sami got weird.

Then Gunther got violent.

Then Cody slowed down.

Charlotte’s jaw clenched. Her fingers dug into her arms.

“You’re gonna break your ribs if you squeeze any harder,” Alexa whispered.

“He’s taking too much damage.”

Then Cody hit the Cutter.

Charlotte exhaled.

Then Gunther hit the lariat.

Charlotte inhaled sharply.

Then Sami got powerbombed.

Charlotte stepped forward like she was about to sprint to the ring.

“Whoa— he’s okay,” Alexa said, grabbing her arm.

Then Cody hit Crossroads.

Then another.

Then the ref sprinted down the ramp.

Cody retained.

Charlotte finally breathed.

“You can unclench now,” Alexa said.

“I wasn’t—”

“You were.”

Then Cody restarted the match.

Charlotte froze. “Cody… no…”

Sami hit the Helluva Kick.

Then the belt shot.

Charlotte gasped, hand flying to her mouth.

“I’m going to kill him,” she whispered.

The match fell apart.

Cody stumbled backstage, dazed, bleeding.

Charlotte ran to him.

“Cody… baby… look at me.”

“Hey, darlin’.”

“You scared me.”

“You watched?”

“Of course I watched.”

He leaned into her touch.

Alexa smirked. “And you two STILL think you’re subtle.”

Charlotte ignored her — she was too busy holding Cody like he was the only thing in the world that mattered.

“I can walk,” Cody muttered.

“You’re walking crooked,” Charlotte shot back.

Alexa trailed behind. “You two look like a married couple leaving a wedding reception.”

“Alexa, go away.”

“Nope. I’m invested.”

Charlotte dragged Cody to the trainer.

“It’s nothing,” Cody insisted.

The trainer cleaned the cut. “Just a butterfly bandage.”

Charlotte exhaled — relief she didn’t want him to see.

“You scared me,” she whispered.

“You watched?”

“Of course I watched.”

He pressed his forehead to hers. “I’m okay.”

“You better be.”

Charlotte sat on the bench, hands clasped so tightly her fingers were pale.

She knew what was coming.

Jade. B‑Fab. Michin.

The attack.

The knee.

Liv targeting it.

But Cody didn’t.

And she wasn’t telling him.

Alexa paced. “You’re shaking.”

“I’m fine.”

“You’re lying.”

The door opened.

Cody stepped in.

“Hey,” he said gently.

Charlotte forced a smile. “Hey.”

Alexa smirked. “I’ll leave you two alone before you start making out again.”

Cody crouched in front of her. “Char… what’s going on?”

She looked away.

She couldn’t tell him.

He’d fight all three of them.

He’d get suspended.

He’d get hurt.

“It’s just the tournament,” she lied.

“You’re Charlotte Flair,” he murmured. “You don’t get scared of big matches.”

He kissed her — soft, grounding.

“Go get one step closer to your crown.”

“Okay.”

She walked toward gorilla.

Straight into a trap.

Jade. B‑Fab. Michin.

Blocking her path.

“Move,” Charlotte said.

“You funny,” Jade smirked. “I hear you… I’m leaving.”

They stepped aside.

Charlotte took one step—

CRACK.

B‑Fab kicked her surgically repaired knee.

Charlotte screamed, collapsing.

Michin grabbed her ankle.

Jade stomped on the knee.

Once. Twice.

Charlotte’s scream echoed down the hallway.

“My knee… oh—my knee—”

“Good luck out there, Queen,” Jade said.

Charlotte couldn’t breathe.

And her match was thirty feet away.

Cody sat with Jey when the replay aired.

“That’s my girl,” Cody smiled.

Then the kick.

Then the stomp.

Then Charlotte’s scream.

Cody shot to his feet. “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!”

“She didn’t tell me,” he whispered. “She knew. She KNEW.”

The live feed switched.

Charlotte limped down the ramp.

Dragging her leg.

Still going to fight.

“She’s hurt,” Cody whispered. “And she didn’t tell me.”

“She tough,” Jey said. “She gon’ fight.”

“She shouldn’t have to fight alone.”

Charlotte limped into the ring.

Alexa stood up. “CHARLOTTE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO THIS!”

Nick Aldis shouted, “We can call this off!”

Charlotte ignored them.

The bell rang.

Liv went straight for the knee.

Charlotte screamed.

Cody flinched. “Stop—please stop—”

Charlotte fought back on one leg.

Big boot.

Natural Selection.

Cody whispered, “That’s it, baby…”

But Liv locked in the single‑leg Boston Crab.

Charlotte screamed — raw, agonized.

“Tap, Char,” Nick begged. “Don’t let it get worse!”

Charlotte held on.

Held on.

Held on—

Tap.

She collapsed, sobbing.

“Go to her, Uce,” Jey said.

Cody ran.

Alexa helped Charlotte up. “Easy— I’ve got you.”

“My knee… Lex… my knee…”

Cody slid into the ring like he was diving into fire.

“I’m here,” he whispered. “I’ve got you.”

He carried her to the trainer’s room.

The X‑ray showed a contusion — no break.

Relief washed over everyone.

Back in the locker room, the door shut.

Charlotte’s breath hitched.

“Talk to me,” Cody whispered.

“I’m fine.”

Her voice cracked.

“Char… you don’t have to be strong right now.”

She broke.

Sobs shook her entire body as she buried her face in his chest.

“It hurts,” she cried. “It hurts so bad…”

“I know, darlin’. I know.”

Alexa rubbed her back. “You scared us.”

The door opened.

Jey walked in with her favorite iced coffee. “I come in peace?”

Charlotte sniffled. “Is that for me?”

“You family,” Jey said, setting it down.

Then Liv appeared in the doorway.

“Can I come in?”

Charlotte nodded.

“I didn’t know about the attack,” Liv said softly. “I’d never try to actually hurt you.”

Charlotte’s eyes softened. “Thank you.”

“If you need anything… I’m around.”

Alexa raised her hand. “I’ll yell at Jade.”

Liv smiled. “I figured.”

She left quietly.

Charlotte leaned back against Cody, sipping her coffee.

“You scared me tonight,” he whispered.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just don’t walk into something like that alone again.”

She turned her head, brushing her cheek against his.

“I won’t,” she whispered. “Not anymore.”

Alexa grinned. “Awwww. Gross. I love it.”

Charlotte laughed — a real laugh.

And for the first time all night…

Everything felt okay.

The End

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Cutesy Alexa Bliss WIP😸 >_<

Hopefully I find motivation 2 finish this😭🙏 I rlly like how it’s turning out so farrrr but idk wtf I’m doing with the hands or arms 🫣💔 but shhh ignore how goofy they look, look at her cutesy face 🥺😸

Also another art style change 😭😭😭 I have 3 ig, my cutesy vers (this 1), my silly doodle style, and my semi realistic 1😽 mostly posted doodles obviiii

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charlotte carrying rhea with "help" from alexa after their loss at saturday night's main event → charlotte bridal carrying rhea after rhea's win at clash in italy a week later

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(May 31, 2026)

[rawsmackdownnxtdivas]

Rhea Ripley vs Jade Cargill - Women's Title:Clash in Italy 5/31/26

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Rhea Ripley(c) vs Jade Cargill - Women's Title:Clash in Italy 5/31/26

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Rhea Ripley:Clash in Italy 5/31/26

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