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yunholuvrr · 10 months

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summary: Your friend Hongjoong just held a show for his new fashion line and invited you to photograph the event, but one model catches your eye more than any of the clothes on the runway.

pairing: yunho x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

genre: smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

warnings: explicit smut minors dni, petnames (baby, love, princess), big dick yunho, semi-public sex???? pretty tame i think, lmk if i should add anything

note: taking a break from we all need love to indulge in my feelings for cosmopolitan yunho oh my GAWD he's so fine.... & i did not proofread sorry for any typos

You've worn many hats since you graduated. Interning at various clothing companies, freelance photography picking up gigs from friends and classmates, and a brief stunt as a journalist. It only makes sense that all your jobs have led to you standing in front of a glowing runway, camera propped and ready for the first model to walk out, people rushing by as they settle into their front row seats.

Not every classmate of yours was doing well in the fashion industry, but one in particular was making waves, if this event was anything to go by. Kim Hongjoong, the designer that came out of nowhere.

You chuckle at the marketing of your old friend. Anyone who knew him would know he was born to design clothes, hell, if you didn't know him you'd only have to take one look at his closet. But in the grand scheme of things, a man's gender inclusive line going viral after only 2 years in the industry is pretty unheard of.

The lights dim and you focus on your camera's digital screen, quadruple checking all your settings. Hongjoong was your biggest client during your freelancing days, and your gig tonight was to capture his show for press. Usually you'd just be doing personal events like weddings or birthdays, but these would be seen be anyone and everyone in the industry. To say you were nervous would be an understatement.

One model after another appears on stage, making their rounds in all types of bold, complex outfits. His work wasn't really your style, you preferred to keep it simple and comfortable, but it's hard to deny its appeal. The models he invited showed the pieces off amazingly, too. They worked on all body types and proportions, which you made sure to capture in every photo.

One man in particular stood out to you as you took every shot you could. He looked more like a traditional model, tall and thin, lean and muscular in all the right places. He could get a job anywhere he tried. The charisma oozing from his face was infectious. A few dark strands of hair fell in front of his rhinestone speckled eyes, which seemed to make eye contact with every single person in the room. His cupid's bow was sharp, and the smirk he sent to your lens in particular had you nearly forgetting to press the shutter release.

"That's a wrap!" A man calls from behind you. The stage lights finally fade and the crowd dissipates, leaving you and a handful of other staff to pack up. You sit on a nearby stool, squinting at the small screen and clicking through your photos. Before you can get very far through your collection, someone taps you on the shoulder.

"After party in an hour babes," Hongjoong chirps next to you, "you're invited. Thanks for the excellent photos tonight."

"You haven't even seen them yet," you chuckle and finish packing up, resolving to get ready for the party despite the exhaustion you feel at the back of your mind.

He smacks your arm playfully before insisting that every photo you've ever taken has been perfect. "By the way, did any of the models catch your eye?"

"Is there a correct answer or do you want my honest thoughts?" You pierce right through your friend's shenanigans. Hongjoong has always been quite the matchmaker among your friends, although you wouldn't call it his most successful hobby. It's almost like he just picks two names out of a hat and decides they would look good together.

He only shakes his head, "I really wanna know! They're all really nice."

You only squint before responding, "Tall guy, dark hair. He was towards the end but he really walked his ass off."

His face lights up immediately and you know you chose the right answer, "Yunho!"

"Yunho," you repeat, "yeah he's nice to look at. I suppose that's his job."

"He's the newest model I've worked with," Hongjoong looks at the runway fondly, "I didn't know if he'd bring anything special to the table at first, but he's truly irresistible."

"And you invited him to the after party and you want us to meet because we'd be such a perfect couple," you stand up, eye to eye with him now, and giggle at the little game he's playing.

"Maybe so... but listen!" You both start walking towards the exit, "I don't want you to fuck him on the first night or anything. Just get to know him, at the very least you'll get a new client. His portfolio is bare bones."

You don't even have time to process what he said before he's slipping away backstage with a quick goodbye. If you were being honest, this Yunho guy probably wouldn't be a bad hookup. You weren't really looking for anything, but he's pretty. And you can't deny good work connections.

You arrive 20 minutes after Hongjoong told you to, fashionably late. You planned to have a drink or two and stick close to him since the small buds of exhaustion have already bloomed into a fullblown headache. No one should have any questions for a random photographer anyway.

"Speak of the devil, there's my right hand woman now!" Your thoughts were immediately proven wrong when you walk in and a small group of models you recognize from the runway stare fondly in your direction. Yunho is one of them, of course, but you try not to think about the words spoken about him just an hour earlier.

"Hi! I'm y/n, we went to school together," you manage a convincing smile as Hongjoong passes you a drink.

"I can't wait to see your photos," one lady gushed, "Hongjoong showed us some of your work and your style is just lovely."

You a manage a small thanks before taking a small sip. The conversation flows into a new topic with ease and you're left in the background to quietly enjoy the party. That is, until you feel a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me," a shy, deep voice floats above you, "you don't seem like you're in a talkative mood, but I had a question for you?"

You look up and Yunho smiles down at you. He looks nothing like he did on stage before; his piercing eyes have morphed into soft, welcoming ones and his charming smirk is replaced by a nervous grin. You nod and take another sip, letting him continue.

"Hongjoong has just mentioned you so much I thought I'd ask if you could take some headshots for me?" He fiddles with his fingers and when your eyes widen he looks away.

"What has he said about me?" You try not to sound accusatory, but it doesn't come across as nicely as you'd like.

"Oh nothing bad! Nothing bad at all," Yunho chuckles, and it might be the nicest sound you've heard at this party so far, "he just wouldn't stop talking about how great you are. I figured I'd take the hint and ask."

You shift from one foot to the other, considering his request before deciding it wouldn't hurt to get to know him more. "Is this your first modeling gig?"

"Just about," there's that chuckle again, and it's contagious, "I've done a few small things here and there, but this was the biggest scale by far."

"You know I won't lower my rates just because you're new," you tease, "or because Hongjoong wants me to."

He just shakes his head profusely, "oh absolutely not! If anything I was gonna offer you more..." you see Yunho think through his sentence as he says it, trailing off after realizing what exactly he said.

"You flatter me, but I'm not in the mood to talk business right now," you swear a slight pout comes across his face before you even get to finish.

He doesn't skip a beat, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and offering it to you, "then why don't we talk later?"

You can only mutter a "smooth" while tapping your number into his contacts. You hand it back to him and watch him type something before feeling a buzz in your own pocket.

"I'll send you some info when I have a moment this week," you try not to stare at his now mischievous smirk, continuing to sip from your empty cup.

"I'll be waiting," he bends down to your height, and his voice lowers to barely above a whisper, "talk to you soon."

He's gone before you know it, disappearing into the crowd, and the brief proximity makes your insides turn in ways you don't want to admit. You have to find Hongjoong.

His bright blue hair stands out near the food bar and you quickly make your way over. The words fly out of your mouth before you even get to him, "what exactly did you say to Yunho?"

He gives you a small huh, clearly tipsier than you are, before a look of recognition washes over his face. "Oh hi love! I didn't say anything, why?"

"He said you kept mentioning me to him?" You would laugh at the state of your friend if it weren't for the sudden desire to know everything Yunho thinks of you already.

"Hm, I only said you're a great at taking photos!" He clings onto your shoulder and laughs, "and that he stood out to you on the runway tonight! He smiled ear to ear when I said that, isn't he so cute?"

"Hongjoong you did not," you grab both of his shoulders and shake him a bit, "does he think I like him or something?"

"Do you?" When you don't respond he just laughs again, "I guess my job is already done."

"I don't even know him!" You wish you could sincerely be mad at the man in front of you, but he's been correct all night so far.

"Don't you want to though?"

"I hate you, seriously," you glare at him, but he only laughs again before returning to his previous conversation. You don't know what he's gotten you into, but you don't think you mind it.

Your workdays have been packed ever since the night of the show. Being Hongjoong's right hand photographer had its perks, like the dozens of offers you've received since the articles went out, but that doesn't mean it isn't the most stressed you've been in weeks. You all but collapse by the time your lunch break rolls around.

Forget about me already?

The light buzz of your phone disrupts your thoughts about scheduling. No one usually texts you, at least not during the day. No one except Yunho.

Sorry! I've been swamped. Let me send you the form my other clients are using to schedule with me.

Aw, no special treatment for your favorite model?

You make a mental note to beat the shit outta Hongjoong for doing this the next time you see him.

Maybe if you give me a good enough offer I'll put you at the top of my list

Not even 10 minutes later, a scheduling request dings on your phone and you see the payment is three times your normal rate for headshots. You mentally curse Joong for putting you in this situation, but you're willing to play the game if it means good dick and good pay.

Am I at the top of your list now? I can't wait to see you

You can't help the way your thighs squeeze together for a moment, now eager to fit him in your schedule (and elsewhere). You wrap up your short lunch with a newfound motivation to get through your emails, making sure to leave a 2 hour slot open for him. You wonder how long you can hold off on getting back to him before he starts begging you. That would have to be a game you play another time.

The studio is empty when you show up, allowing you to quietly set up just the way you want to. Your movements are quick and practiced, dozens of headshot appointments under your belt at this point. These were supposed to be simple and straightforward, so you didn't have much to prepare besides rolling down the white backdrop and setting up your lights. There were a few other props on the side if he wanted to take more shots. You asked a couple people to help out with equipment during the shoot, but you came in early just to have some peace and quiet. Your coworkers arrive a few minutes after you do, exchanging pleasantries before finishing the job you started.

Then he walks in. You're double checking your camera settings when you hear the front door open and his honey-like voice greeting the other staff. You feel his attention shift to you, and when you turn around a playful smirk is plastered on his face. His makeup isn't as dark as it was on the runway, but he looks clean and undoubtedly handsome. His styled hair falls just past his eyes, moving with his lashes every time he blinks. He's pretty, there's no way around it, a type of face that you can't help but stare at.

"Why don't you take a photo, it lasts longer," he snickers, snapping you out of whatever daze he put you in.

"That's my job after all," you motion to a stool in front of the camera, "do you want any props? We can do more than simple headshots if you'd like."

He nods and sits down, long legs crossing each other at the ankle. "I'd love that, miss photographer."

You narrow your eyes at the comment before signaling to the crew you're ready to go. One lady is on standby near the lights, another guy has a handful of reflectors ready. You try to ignore the tension between your model and focus on your craft.

"Can we try the gold?" You call out to your team, closely monitoring Yunho's face in the warmer light. After a moment of thought, you ask him to tilt his head. He's well behaved in front of the camera, following your every suggestion. You wonder if the crew can feel the heavy energy between you two.

After a half hour of posing, shooting, monitoring, retouching, and shooting again, you call for a break and everyone agrees. The couch in the corner of the studio looks so inviting you nearly run to sit down, oblivious to the way Yunho follows.

"You're really good at this," you jump at his voice next to you.

"I went to school for it so I would hope so," you mumble, getting comfortable. You open your phone, hoping to mindlessly scroll before you all come back, but he just plops down next to you.

"Have you ever gotten your own headshots taken?" You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his leg is pressed against yours. "You're so pretty behind that camera, maybe we can switch one day."

You almost bump into his face from how quickly you look up at him, "I'd never let you touch my equipment."

He hums in disapproval before pulling out his own phone and leaning back into the cushions. "Fine, maybe not me. But I don't see why Joong's never put you on the runway. You're stunning."

He expects a reaction from you, but you control yourself, leaning forward to get as much distance as you can. The two of you sit in innocent silence for a while, but the tension only grows thicker. There's five minutes before you shoot for at least another half hour, and when your job is to stare at his face you're not sure you can go much longer.

"What exactly did Hongjoong tell you about me?" You sit up straight, taking a leap of faith.

"About how in love you are with me, why?" You swiftly kick his leg next to you and he chuckles, "he just said I caught your eye. He wasn't lying was he?"

"No, definitely not," you sigh, "but what I don't understand is why you like me?"

"Who said I like you? You just happen to be very pretty and talented and fun to tease."

"So you do like me," you huff in disbelief. Something in you stirs with every word he says and you have to cross your legs for some relief from the building pressure.

"If wanting to take you right now in the middle of your studio means I like you, then sure," his slender fingers trace the back of your shoulders, wrapping a secure arm around you.

"We still have all the props to play with," you scan the studio, but your team is nowhere to be found during the break.

"What if I want to play with you instead?" His breath softly blows across your ear now, voice just barely above a whisper. It takes everything in you to not kiss him right then and there.

"You're the one paying for this timeblock," you pull up your crew group chat on your phone, already making a decision.

"If we could wrap up here that'd be lovely, miss photographer," there goes that stupid nickname again.

"You can't call me anything else?"

"Would you prefer baby? Maybe princess? Or do you like meaner things?" His hand moves again to rest between your shoulder blades as he watches you type out a quick message.

"I would prefer if you shut up honestly," you press send. As far as your team knows, the client is satisfied and wants to end the shoot here for today. No one complains, you're still being paid for two hours thanks to Yunho's generous payment.

"Will you make me?" He traces a small circle with his thumb on your back, and the comment sounds more inviting than teasing. Your body reacts before your mind does, practically throwing yourself onto him out of annoyance and need. His lips are warm and soft and mold perfectly to yours.

He takes a sharp inhale as your tongue swipes past his bottom lip, his hand travelling up to hold the back of your neck. The other abandons his phone to take purchase on your hip, pulling you further on top of him. Yunho groans at the contact, resisting the urge to buck his hips up into you already. His flirting was almost as hard on him as it was on you.

"So needy," you mumble, propping yourself up on his chest to take in the view. His eyes are already blown out from lust, raking your body and letting his hands follow. His long fingers brush over your hardening nipples and you can't help the sigh that escapes.

He chuckles, "you're one to talk." He rolls his hips ever so slightly and you whine, head falling into his shoulder. He feels bigger than average below you and you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. You slowly rock your hips above him with his hands guiding you, whimpering into his skin.

"Can I taste you?" You freeze, head shooting up to stare at him in confusion. He wraps two fingers around your belt loops and tugs you forward again. "Please baby?" You nod and he sighs with relief as if his life depended on eating you out. Maybe it does.

He lays you on your back on a couch far too small for both of you like this, but you don't care. His lips are back on yours, warm and tender, as you feel both your jeans and panties slide down your legs. The cold air makes you flinch.

"Did I make you this wet while I was on the runway, love?" You feel one slender finger slide through your folds, but it's not enough. "Staring at me behind that camera all day must be so hard. I'll make it up to you," is the last thing he says before tucks his head snugly between your thighs.

Whatever snarky reply you came up escapes you with a moan just a bit too loud, his tongue flattening up against your slit. He wastes no time, too desperate to hear you above him. One hand holding you down just below your stomach, another teasing your entrance while his mouth makes quick work of your clit. You hope to the universe none of your crew left anything in the studio because your whines and wetness echoed through the room.

Before you know it he pushes one, then two, fingers into you, filling you up deliciously, and you buck your hips into him. His pace is slow and deep, opening you up to his liking. Some combination of his tongue and fingers nearly makes you scream, hands shooting straight to pull his hair. He groans into your flesh, vibrations sending sparks straight to your core, before looking up at you. His chin is glossy and a line of spit still connects you both and you nearly come at the sight alone.

"You're fucking delicious, darling," he pumps into you one last time before taking them in his mouth, sucking with a pop, "next time you should ride my face for me."

"Next time?" You watch as he unzips his own pants, shoving them down far enough for his dick to escape. It rebounds off his stomach, bigger than anything you've taken before.

"By the way you're staring," he grips himself at the base, "I think you want a next time." The way you lick your lips is involuntary.

He chuckles, quickly unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor nearby. You continue to stare shamelessly, boosting his ego as you etch his large, toned body into your mind. "Like what you see?"

"If you don't come here and fuck me right now Yunho I swear to god," and you swear you can see his dick twitch, but he simply tuts a finger at you.

"Ah ah ah, safety first princess," he slides a condom out of his pant pocket, ripping it open and handing it to you. You tilt your head and take it reluctantly, but he only smirks, "I know you want to touch me."

"Fuck you," you roll your eyes, sitting up and coming face to face (face to tip?) with his member. You never thought you'd see a dick that you'd describe as pretty, but his is long and thick and flushed a pretty shade of pink. You wrap your free hand around the base and pump a few times to tease him.

"Not now, love," you hear a shaky breath above you and you smirk. He pulls your other hand up and you comply, unravelling the condom smoothly down him. As soon as you're done he pushes you back down, not risking the chance of you testing him again.

"Let me know if it's too much for you baby," he whispers before finally pushing in. The stretch only stings for a second before turning into delight as he fills you up completely.

You sigh out in relief, mumbling a soft "keep going" and wrapping your hands around his neck. He listens immediately, pulling back almost all the way before thrusting back in. He keeps his slow pace until he's completely sure you're comfortable.

He looks down at where you connect before finally losing his composure. "You take me so fucking well," he moans, dropping his head into the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy open mouthed kisses all over you. His pace quickens relentlessly, the sound of skin on skin filling the studio.

You scream at one particularly rough snap of his hips, but he only barely slows down. "You okay, princess?"

"So fucking good," you pant above him, his mouth still ravishing your neck. He groans at your response, fucking you harder than before. You didn't even know it was possible. You snake a hand down to your throbbing clit, so close to coming undone.

"Please come on my dick baby," he all but growls, and the way his hips falter tells you he's close too. His words, on top of everything else, are enough to finally unravel you. You shutter and jerk up into him, moaning some string of fuck's and Yunho's until your mind goes completely blank. He comes shortly after, pumping into you sporadically until he finally flops down on top of you.

You both take a few moments to come back to your senses, nothing but a mess of sweaty limbs on this cramped couch. "Next time I'll take you home so I'll have room to cuddle you after," he chuckles, picking himself up.

"I would like that," you smile softly, legs aching too much to even attempt sitting up. He cleans you both up quietly before plopping back down, letting you stretch your legs across his lap.

"So," his hand traces up your frame to cup your cheek, "can I take you out to dinner sometime, miss photographer?"

#yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez smut #ateez scenarios #yunho oneshot #ateez oneshot #yunho scenarios #i need him carnally

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tropetember · 10 months

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Enemies / Friends / Strangers To Lovers

Police / Detective / (Super)Hero // Crime / Mafia / (Super)Villain

Hurt/Comfort / Sickfic / Whump

Coffee Shop / Tattoo Parlour / Flower Shop / Other Retail AU

Rockstar / Actor / Model / Famous AU

High School / College / University AU / 80’s Teen Movie AU

Historical (Regency, Ancient Greece/Rome, Prehistory, etc) / Modern / Futuristic AU

Time Travel / Time Loop (eg. Groundhog Day) / Amnesia / Coma

5+1 / 3+1 (Five Times + One Time)

Accidental Confession / In Vino Veritas (Drunk Confession/Drunk Dial)

Business Partners To Friends To Lovers / Competitor Businesses / Office AU

Huddling For Warmth / Sharing A Bed / Touch Starvation

Slice Of Life / Domestic / Found Family

Monstrous (Human/Monster Romance) / Cultural Differences / Language Barrier

Marriage Of Convenience / Arranged Marriage / Matchmaking / Blind Dates

Future Fic / Reunion / Childhood Friends / Friendship Centric

Getting Together / Love Confession / First Kiss / Break Up/Make Up

Body Swap / Psychic Link / Soulmates / Bonding (eg. ABO, Sentinel AU, etc)

Apocalypse / Zombie / Locked In Together / (Natural) Disaster

Science Fiction / Fantasy / Space Opera / Horror

Genderswap / Rule 63 / De-Aging / Age Changes AU

Canon Rewrite / Fix-It / Everybody Lives / Everybody Dies / Major Character Death

Mythology / Supernatural / Fairytale / Wingfic

Accidental Baby Acquisition / (Single) Parent AU / Babysitting

Mutual Pining / Requited/Unrequited Love / Angst With A Happy Ending

Fake Dating / Didn’t Know They Were Dating / Accidental Dating / Accidental Marriage

Repression / Emotional Constipation / Sexuality Crisis (Gay Panic)

Holidays & Celebrations / Proposals / Prom

Fusion / Crossover / Harlequin / Rom-Com (eg: Hogwarts, Pacific Rim, Daemons, Hunger Games, The Princess Bride, Pride & Prejudice, Love Actually, 10 Things I Hate About You, etc)

FREE SPACE

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java-lava · 9 months

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My Favorite webnovels/Webtoons/Webcomic/Whatever;

The Remarried Empress

My Gently Raised Beast

I Became the Villain’s Stepmother

Born as the Second Daughter

My In-Laws are Obsessed with Me

The Tyrant Wants to be Good

Men of the Harem

The Matchmaking Baby Princess

Who Made Me a Princess

For my Derelict Favorite

I Thought My Time Was Up

I’m the Queen in This Life

Tricked into the Heroine’s Stepmother

Woes of a Male Lead

Baby Tyrant

Hello Baby

Go Away Romeo

Monster Duke’s Daughter

Divorcing My Tyrant Husband

From a Knight to a Lady

The Male Lead’s Girlfriend

When the Third Wheel Strikes Back

A Heart for the Emperor

My Husband Changes Every Night

Edit to add(I’m constantly updating this);

The Twins New Life

I Got Pregnant with the Tyrant’s child

I’ll Raise You Well in This Life, Your Majesty!

The Evil Princess Dreams of a Gingerbread House

I’m the Soldier’s EX-Girlfriend

I Adopted the Male Lead

Villains Are Destined to Die

The Crown Princess Scandal

Marry My Husband

Perfect Marriage Revenge

Boyfriend of the Dead

Refund High School

Siren’s Lament

Empire’s Cutest Little Hostage

A Tender Heart; The Story of How I Became A Duke’s Maid

I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

Lout of the Count’s family

I Am the Villain

The Crown Princess Scandal

The Dragon King’s Bride

Please Kill My Husband

The Reason Why Raeliana Ended up at the Duke’s Mansion

Am I Your Daughter?

Taming the Marquess

Pricilla’s Marriage Proposal

Crowning my Feral Prince

Under the Oak Tree

Finding Camellia

I Raised a Black Dragon

Adeline’s Darkest Night

Wish Upon a Husband

My Husband, My Sister, and I

I’m Being Raised By Villians

Talented Baby Squirrel

The Greatest Estate Developer

The Little Princess and Her Monster Prince

Surviving as the Tyrant’s Daughter

Father I Don’t Want This Marriage

Ten Ways to Get Dumped by a Tyrant

I Will Live The Life of a Villainess

Vampire Husband

Cursed Princess Club

What the Evil Dragon Lives For

1HP Club

Days With You

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures

Love Me to Death

Suitor Armor

I’ll Be the Matriarch in This Life

If anyone wants a one-shot based on a character from any of these, let me know

If anyone know where I can continue reading these for free, pls let me know (I’m broke);

Empire’s Cutest Little Hostage

A Tender Heart; The Story of How I Became A Duke’s Maid (nvm. About this one, I’ve been told that the child IS the Ml)

I Hold the Tyrant’s Heart

Lout of the Count’s family

Crowning my Feral Prince

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gulnarsultan · 9 months

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Yandere mother-in-law Aemma Arryn /Targaryen and daughter-in-law reader and yandere husband Rhaegel Targaryen.

~ Rhaegel Targaryen, the first and only son of King Viserys and Queen Aemma. He is the Crown Prince and heir to the throne. Prince Rhaegel has managed to win the love and approval of the people of Westeros. After King Viserys, everyone wants to see Prince Rhaegel on the throne. Prince Rhaegel has silvery hair, pale skin and Targaryen color eyes. Prince Rhaegel is the rider of the dragon Ancalagon the Black. Prince Rhaegel speaks perfectly high valyrian. He is also very skilled in warfare and diplomacy. Everyone says he will be the second Aegon the Conqueror.

~ You are a Lady from the noble house. In fact, your social status and financial situation do not matter at all. You are being sent to the Palace to be the queen's bridesmaid. When the queen sees you, her maternal instincts kick in. Maybe Rhaenyra doesn't exist. Or Rhaenyra doesn't spend much time with him. Moreover, you are more calm, gentle and dignified.

~ The prince sees you for the first time when you come to his mother's room. Love at first sight and inclinations begin. He talks about this issue with his mother without wasting any time. The Queen supports and will encourage her son.

~ Most of your time is spent with the Queen or Prince. Queen Aemma insists on combing and styling your hair. Activities such as chatting together and walking in the garden become an integral part of your life. The prince is always trying to impress you. You spend time together in the library or traveling with his dragon. The prince's dragon loves you and is like a guard dog against you.

~ The King and Princess are noticing their tendencies. The king will support his wife and son. Maybe the Princess sees you as a sister and supports them. Or she may not support you because she's jealous.

~ You will no longer spend much time with your family. It will be difficult for your letters to reach you or for the letters to reach you. They really don't want to share you with your family. Especially Aemma can't bear to spend time with your real mother.

~ Aemma will be matchmaker between the two of you. She gives her son tips to help her win your heart. Aemma is planting seeds that will enter your mind and heart and cause love for her son.

~ They will soon arrange marriage between you and the Prince using positions. I would like to remind you that your wedding will be flashy and expensive. There will be no bedtime ceremony. Rhaenyra is warned never to do anything wrong against you. On the face of the Queen and her brother, Rhaenyra has to treat you with respect and kindness. Rhaenyra shudders with fear, especially as she remembers her brother's threats.

~ You are not allowed to leave the Palace after marriage. There will always be guards with you. Queen Aemma will be your only companion to accompany you. No one can disrespect or harm you.

~ They will ask you for a baby after the marriage is completed. They are very happy when they find out that you are pregnant. Aemma is always by your side during pregnancy and childbirth. Aemma always supports and helps you with her grandchildren. Your children will be loved, protected and pampered by them.

~ You will have the most beautiful dresses and jewellery. You will have everything you want. They will never stop giving you gifts. Rhaegel's controlling behavior on you increases after you become king. You have to play the role of obedient wife and obedient daughter for the sake of all.

#yandere hotd #house of targaryen #house targaryen #yandere aemma arryn x reader #yandere aemma targaryen x reader #yandere rhaegel targaryen x reader #yandere rhaegel targaryen #house of the dragon #yandere house of the dragon #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere x you

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latoyalestrange · 1 year

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frankcastleonlyfans · 2 years

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍, 𝐃.𝐓

pairing: daemon targaryen x martell!reader

summary: y/n dreamed about the man she was promised since she was born. (I AM REALLY BAD AT SUMMARIES SORRY 😭)

words: 4.0k

author's note: part two is right here.

reblogs, feedbacks and likes are appreciated. i hope you like it!

warnings: enemies to lovers, descriptions of blood, descriptions of combat, mentions of sex

18+ warning

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The beauty of Y/N Martell was known throughout all Westeros. Daughter of a Martell lord with a Velaryon lady, the girl had beautiful silver hair and lilac eyes that highlighted her warm skin tone. The Sand Dragon is how they called her, even though lady Y/N wasn't a dragon herself. She had valyrian blood, but wasn't a Targaryen.

House Martell wanted power, and for that, they needed the biggest and greatest weapon the kingdom has ever known. King Viserys couldn't put a dragon egg in dornish hands, not without a marriage to finally bound the houses that once had been in war.

Lord Martell offered Y/N's hand to the king, right after she was born and her father saw potential in her valyrian features, but Viserys kindly refused, saying that he already had a wife, who also just gave birth to a girl, princess Rhaenyra. The monarch mentioned his younger — and single — brother, who could do well with a wife. Lord Martell accepted the king's matchmaking, and promised the hand of his newborn child to Prince Daemon.

As a gift, the king gave the little baby a dragon egg, saying it was only for the future princess. It was a precious treasure, something that the dornish people had never seen before. The egg was in color white, with golden details in its scales. It hatched a couple months later, and a female dragon was born. Lady Velaryon called it Faora.

Obviously, King Viserys knew they had to wait until baby Y/N became of age and ready to settle into marriage. As a child, she was told that her destiny had been traced, and her future husband was a cruel, and yet brave, Targaryen warrior. Y/N never met him, but she fell for the idea of him. A brave and handsome prince, who killed everyone that tried to harm the crown. She wanted to be like him, the man of her dreams.

At the age of 8, Lady Y/N started training. She was an excellent dragonrider, even though she was young. The Targaryen children start riding their dragons at even younger age, and Y/N insisted she wanted to be like them, so she could impress her Prince with her riding skills. Y/N also started battle training, and her father gifted her with a sword. Of course it wasn't something precious like valyrian steel, but it meant something to her. Her thin sword soon would become an object of fear to her enemies.

Her parents fed the girl's desire of becoming a warrior like her promised fiancé, but deep down she knew that it was all for nothing. Learning to ride her dragon was a necessity, since it was given to her, but she was never going to war, even if she wanted to. Years and years becoming the best swordswoman in Dorne, all for nothing.

Years later, Y/N finally became of age. She was 19 when her parents finally received an invitation to the royal annual tournament in King's Landing, where she would be introduced to the Prince, and they would wed before the competition.

"A tourney." She thought. Y/N never went to war, but she defeated every dornish soldier in combat. What was the difference between the king's soldiers and dornish soldiers? None. She could defeat them all.

They arrived in King's Landing in time for the tournament. Lord Martell explained to the king that his daughter was an excellent swordswoman, and would be representing House Martell at the competition. Viserys agreed and gave his permission for the girl to fight, even though he found it a crazy idea letting a young lady compete in a tournament against warriors and soldiers from all Westeros.

Whispers echoed loudly in the castle's walls. The staff talked a lot around her, and the maids tried to be quiet every time she entered a room. Eventually, Y/N heard gossip about the Prince she never met, her prince. He found a new lover, a whore. Of course Y/N never expected him to be in chastity until marriage, he is a man after all. But, she felt strange. Angry, perhaps? No, she wasn't angry. It was too predictable to be angry about it. Sad? Ha, Y/N never felt sad in her entire life, she had everything she could ever ask for. This was different, it was a new feeling. It was like someone took her conquest from her, something that was supposed to be hers. She felt... jealous. So maybe she was sad and angry, but it was all the bad feelings mixed up in one.

A maid was sent to call the sand dragon to the gardens, Princess Rhaenyra's orders. Our highness wanted to meet the beauty herself, and see if the dornish girl was everything they say. The princess discovered that Y/N was everything she heard and so much more. Every hint of doubt faded, and she thought that the girl could make her uncle happy. They had a bunch of things in common, and it would be funny to watch Daemon dealing with someone tough like him, even more so a woman.

"Tell me, my princess," The soldier started, "what does your uncle look like? Everyone tells me he's handsome. The most handsome Targaryen man since King Maegor. They say he's quite a brute like Maegor too." Y/N chuckled.

"Oh no, he's nothing like Maegor was. Maybe he's a brute in battle, but I promise you he's a nice man if you break his protection shell. He's a bit grumpy, but nothing you can't handle with your sword." Rhaenyra jokes.

"Don't you find it weird that I'll be the first woman competing in a royal tournament?" Y/N questioned. The princess smiled and placed a comforting hand on the warrior's shoulder.

"I find it inspiring. There's a lot of female dragonriders in my family, but the bravery was lost since Visenya and Rhaenys conquered our lands alongside Aegon. They were true soldiers, not just dragonriders. I don't even know how to use a sword." Rhaenyra laughed and Y/N smiled. Being used as an inspiration was the best compliment someone gave to her. It wasn't about her exotic beauty, but her skills.

A couple of days went by without Y/N meeting her prince. She heard the staff saying he was in Dragonstone with his whore, and he would stay there until the tournament day. Clearly he was avoiding meeting her. How weird was being engaged with someone for 19 years? To her it made no difference, but Daemon was 17 years old when his brother told him the boy was engaged to a baby.

Daemon was curious about the dornish dragon. He heard stories about her, and how she never lost a single combat against the dornish warriors. Daemon thought they were all weak, the dornish. Those people who always wanted to be independent, but the first chance they had to marry into royalty, they took it. She was no different. He wasn't gonna let himself be fooled by a pretty face. Marrying for duty wasn't gonna stop him from being with Mysaria.

King Viserys himself went to Dragonstone to bring his brother back to King's Landing, a week before the tournament day. Daemon came back home, leaving his lover behind. The king told him about the young lady, trying to make Daemon a little bit more interested in the girl. Viserys said he saw the girl training for the tournament, and that she could have chances of winning. That made Daemon laugh, reminding his brother that he would be the one representing House Targaryen, and that there was no way a dornish girl would beat him. The King reminded his younger sibling that the "dornish girl" was soon to be his wife.

The prince insisted for his brother that he didn't have to meet the girl before the marriage ceremony, since he already knew she was beautiful and didn't have anything to worry about. He said he wanted to cut the boring parts, since he waited 19 years for this day to come. Viserys agreed without questioning, but truth be told, Daemon just wanted to do whatever had to be done, and then go back to Dragonstone and his lover.

The following day, Y/N met her prince, the one she has been dreaming of her whole life. The one it was promised to her. That tall, handsome man in front of her was such a sight to see. Daemon Targaryen was in formal clothes, the top of his long hair was braided, and the serious demeanor in his face made him look even more gorgeous.

Daemon felt weird in her presence. His eyes had never laid in such beauty, part of the lady's silver hair was braided on the top of her head, while the back part fell on her shoulders like a water cascade. Y/N was wearing a beautiful, and quite revealing, bare shoulders yellow dress, reminding everyone where she's from.

The Rogue Prince chose to wed in the valyrian way, by "fire and blood", like most Targaryen couples do. King Viserys was the officiant, so the ceremony happened in the throne room. There were only a few members of the family, and The Hand, witnessing the valyrian wedding.

He never kissed her after that. The prince took her to his chambers because it was what they expected him to do, not because he wanted a complete stranger invading his space.

"So," Lady Y/N broke the awkward silence. It's been 10 minutes since they entered the room and Daemon faced his window. "should I undress?"

"It depends." Daemon muttered, "I don't want you to get sexually frustrated, if it happens once and never again."

"I see. You think there's not enough of my husband for me and his whore?" Y/N spat and Daemon turned to look at her, "Don't you worry, your highness. I would never get sexually frustrated because of you. I wouldn't be alone either."

"I could have you punished for that, you know? I don't know how things work in Dorne, but here a woman should respect her husband!"

"In Dorne, men are castrated if caught in adultery. That's why we are in favor of open marriage. That's when both parts are fine with being in the company of other people." Y/N said with a smile.

"Dornish people are crazy!" Daemon replied, annoyance was cleared in his voice.

"I'd say dornish people are evolving faster than the rest of the realm. You people should learn something with us. Now, since we're not having our wedding night, I'll rest." The princess took her dress and corset, falling onto the mattress right after.

Prince Daemon watched her undress, her perfect body being covered only by her golden nightgown. Men say that dornish women are the most beautiful creatures in the seven kingdoms, but Y/N was different. She had the flush of Dorne, and the features of Old Valyria. Her curves were hypnotic and her lilac eyes were magnetic. Sure, she was a true temptation, but Daemon was a warrior before a man. A real soldier could resist any kind of human desire, he was trained to resist any kind of need.

Y/N on the other hand, was mad. She fell for someone she had never met, the idea of a prince that only existed in her mind. Daemon was everything she pictured him to be, but she expected the same love towards her. Her broken expectation turned into anger. She felt motivated. Y/N wanted to make the Rogue Prince fall onto his knees and beg for her forgiveness. She wanted him to banish his whore from Dragonstone, and promise she was the only woman in his life from now on.

There was only one day left until the tournament. The Rogue Prince and The Sand Dragon had been sleeping in separate rooms. The dornish woman had been the most commented topic in gossip around the castle since she came to King's Landing, and it seemed like it was going to take long until it ceased.

Y/N trained in the gardens, also teaching Rhaenyra the basics in sword fighting. The princesses became friends really quickly, and Y/N felt like she wasn't alone anymore.

Her parents weren't talking to her, since people had been saying that she offended the prince and he regretted marrying her. Of course the staff noticed Daemon leaving their shared chambers in the middle of the night, that's all they've been talking about for days.

Rhaenyra was happy to find in Y/N a true friend and a good company, never leaving her lonely again. Syrax also found a true friend in Faora.

On the dragonpit, Rhaenyra took Y/N to meet the royal dragons and the place where the dornish's dragon had been staying at. The sand princess met Meleys, Dreamfyre, and Seasmoke. She had already met Syrax, since the Targaryen girl took her new friend flying the other day.

And then she saw him, the Blood Wyrm, with his red scales and long neck. He roared whistling loudly, but she wasn't intimidated by him. Caraxes moved in her direction, and lowered his head, where his nose was right in front of her. He huffed, making her silver hair fly. Chuckling, Y/N stretched her hand to pet him, which the dragon accepted gladly.

"He likes you." Rhaenyra smiled, "That's rare, he usually doesn't like anyone. Quite like my uncle, actually."

Y/N laughed as her fingers danced through the dragon's scales, "Well noticed."

"Do you want to go riding? I'll ask someone to saddle Syrax and Faora." Rhaenyra said and Y/N nodded, watching the princess leave the dragonpit.

The girl hummed as the dragon softly huffed to her touch. His warm scales getting even hotter under her hand, his eyes closing in comfort. He didn't seem like a menace much more than one of the cats in the castle.

"You're not so scary, aren't you?" Y/N smiled, and touched her forehead against the dragon, "No, you're not. I bet you're just like your daddy. Your tough act can't fool me, neither can his."

Caraxes opened his eyes and stared at the girl with his beautiful orange gaze. The dragon loved the attention he was getting.

"You're such a handsome boy. That's another thing you have in common with Daemon,"

The lady turned around to the masculine chuckle behind her, "Oh, really?"

The prince cocked his eyebrow. The sassy voice was noticeable.

"Please, don't mind me. I was quite enjoying your little chit-chat with my dragon." Daemon smirked and the princess rolled her eyes.

"Don't get too cocky, my prince. At least Caraxes knows how to behave in a lady's presence." Y/N shrugged and turned back to the dragon.

Daemon looked around, watching the magnificent white dragon on the corner of the pit. Her golden eyes shone in the darkness of the place. The prince took a few steps, and the dragon came closer to him. Caraxes watched the scene with caution, feeling a little tense to see his master so close to an unknown dragon.

Faora lowered her head to be in Daemon's height. She looked at her owner, expecting an order. The princess just smiled, and the dragon slightly pushed the prince's body with her nose making him laugh. Caraxes huffed again, this time in annoyance.

"You know," Daemon started, making the princess look at him, "I always thought my brother was a fool for giving you the egg. Dorne could be in possession of a dragon and decide to start a war. That's what I would have done."

Daemon placed his hand on the dragon's nose, that purred to his touch like a kitten.

"Using animals as weapons is a Targaryen thing, my prince. We are soldiers, we are trained to fight and win. Dragonfire is an advantage. To be brave is the real conquest, even if dying with it." The princess blurted out.

"And yet, it is dragonfire that reigns." The prince walked towards his wife.

"Life isn't always fair." Y/N said, her voice sounding lower than she expected. He was too close to her, his tall figure was covering her body.

Their violet eyes met. Daemon felt the urge to touch her, to feel her warm skin against his fingertips, but he controlled himself. Y/N took a deep breath, trying not to look intimidated.

Rhaenyra appeared at the entrance of the dragonpit, taking Y/N's attention. The dornish girl quickly vanished from the prince's sight, taking her friend's hand without saying a word.

The tournament day finally came. Y/N felt like it was the day to shut everyone down. The maids didn't even tried to hide anymore, gossiping in codes right in front of her, like she was some sort of stupid lady that couldn't understand what they're saying.

No one could look at Y/N and say she wasn't a lady. The most shining armor in her body and the sharpest sword in her hand wouldn't take away the femininity in her. She always fought with beauty and grace, making violence look pretty when done by her hands.

So she fought. One, two, three, more and more soldiers of the king were defeated by dornish hands. House Martell standards were held up high with pride. Prince Daemon was also winning combat alongside his beloved Dark Sister, but Y/N didn't let herself be bothered with the chance of fighting against her husband.

Y/N almost lost the fight against Ser Criston Cole. She fell from her horse, landing on the ground brutally. Her shoulder felt injured under the golden armor, probably badly bruised. The crowd looked shocked once she was back on her feet and someone came running to give her her sword.

Ser Criston made a great job knocking her out of the horse, but winning that fight wasn't going to be that easy. She made that very clear once her foot was on his chest, and the tip of her sword touched his face. He immediately surrendered.

Everyone cheered for her. The talents of dornish warriors were known throughout the country, but no one expected the girl to fight a real soldier.

Banners with the Targaryen symbol were raised. People cheered loudly for their prince, watching his glorious entrance. Daemon came on top of a black sorrel, wearing a black armor. His helmet drived attention, especially because of the wings and scales innit, reminding a dragon. He wanted to prove a point and show everyone what the house of the dragon was made of.

Y/N hopped on her horse again, taking a deep breath. They were both in place, staring at each other across the field. She held her spear in his direction, aiming for his chest. It took three rounds until one of them met the ground, and that was Daemon. Screaming for his sword, he watched the girl gracefully getting out of the saddle. Y/N took her own sword out of her helper's hand, and stayed defensive as the prince got closer to her.

"You should surrender, wife. I really don't want to hurt your pretty face" Daemon said in wit, as he swung his sword towards her.

Y/N smirked through the loud noises of the steel hitting against each other.

"You should be the one to surrender, my lord! I am not going anywhere," Her sword went straight to his face, where Daemon deviated from having his cheek cut.

Dark Sister's blade opened a wound in the lady's arm, splashing blood in it's length. Y/N whimpered in pain, but found enough strength to kick Daemon away from her. He took a few steps back, trying not to lose his balance as she came fearless in his direction. She screamed as her attack went for his neck, but the valyrian blade blocked her sword's way. Daemon grabbed her braids, and the girl could feel the cold steel against her neck.

"Surrender," Daemon mumbled against her ear.

"I'd rather die," She muttered between gritted teeth.

"If you don't surrender, I'll make it a tie. It will be disgraceful, since it's the same as losing in a shameful way." The prince threatened in a low voice.

There was no way of getting out of this. She was bleeding, and with a blade on her neck at his mercy.

They looked at each other. They had never been this close again since the day in the dragonpit. She could feel his warm breath against her ear. Moving her head slowly and getting even more close to him, their lips met. Daemon tasted salty, and one of them had definitely a bleeding mouth.

Daemon's grip around the sword loosened, and for seconds he forgot where they were. The place went completely silent, it was like no one was watching. His hand let go of her hair and went for her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin.

Completely free, Y/N opened her eyes and took a dagger out of a compartment in her trousers, slowly taking it to the prince's throat. She broke the kiss and went behind him, getting out of his sight, deepening the blade against his skin.

"Surrender," She whispered.

Daemon groaned once he realized her move, and touched her arm patting it for surrender.

"Lady Y/N of House Martell is the great winner of the tournament!" King Viserys announced.

Y/N tossed her dagger against the floor, finally relaxing her body after so much effort. She looked at her arm, bleeding out where part of her armor was destroyed. She didn't realize how much blood she was losing until then. Some drops were falling in the ground.

"Daemon" Y/N called, feeling her vision getting blurry and her legs getting weak.

The prince turned around in perfect timing to catch her before she fall. Her skin wasn't so warm anymore. Her eyes were shut closed, and worry took over Daemon.

When Y/N woke up, she was all alone in her chambers. She noticed someone had stitched her wounds, and her mouth tasted like milk of the poppy. She had a bad headache, and her shoulder was badly bruised from her fall. None of her maids were in sight, so she had nowhere to go.

Y/N closed her eyes again and tried to sleep a little more. That's when she heard the door opening noise. She sat on the bed, and watched prince Daemon entering the room.

"Oh, you're awake. Do you want me to get your maids? You must feel hungry," Daemon sat in front of her and took her hand, checking out her body temperature.

Y/N frowned. She couldn't recall what happened. "What time is it?"

"It's late, actually. I came to see you before heading to my room." Daemon muttered, analyzing the walls and the whole new decoration that the princess had done to his old chamber.

"This is your room, I'm invading your space. I should be the one to sleep in another place." She mumbled, playing with her fingers and avoiding his gaze.

"This is our room," He said, "it just took me a while to see it."

Y/N raised her head and their eyes met. She lost her words, and had no idea how to reply to that. Did he confess something? Did he like her?

"What happened? I remember... kissing you." She frowned once she noticed that her memories were kinda blurry.

"You did that. And, you used the kiss to distract me. You won." Daemon smiled.

"Well, I must say I'm not surprised. I'm really that good." She said playfully and the prince laughed.

"Yes, you are." Daemon smiled without showing his teeth, "How's your arm? I'm really sorry about that."

"It hurts but I'll be fine. And, we both know that you didn't mean for this to happen, Daemon. You have nothing to be sorry for." Y/N placed a comforting hand on his thigh.

Daemon looked at her hand, and placed his own on top of hers, giving it a little squeeze.

"Stay with me tonight." She asked softly.

"I will."

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primrosechronicles · 9 months

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"Love's Serendipity in the Enchanted Garden"

A Miles Morales!1610 x Princess!Reader Fanfiction

Summary: As a princess, you find yourself in an arranged marriage, tears stream down your cheeks as you seek refuge in the flower bed. There, you weep and sob until a kind boy discovers you in the garden. Warnings: Minor swearing Word Count: 2551

With tearful eyes, you storm out of the Throne room, angrily wiping your tears as you march within the castle walls. How dare he! Your own Father, the Emperor, has arranged a marriage for you, and to make matters worse, it's with the child of one of his fuc— freaking Captains! All you wanted was to find love on your own terms, not have your dad play matchmaker!

You reached one of the numerous Royal gardens and simply sat down, letting your emotions flow freely. Tears streamed down your face as you found comfort sitting in the flower bed; you could care less about your dress getting dirty! you’re about to be wed off to a stranger!

After what felt like hours of crying, you caught the sound of rustling; fear gripped you. You quickly huddled up, burying your face between your knees and listened to the flowers being pushed around. Terrified for your safety, you closed your eyes tightly. Then you heard a voice: “Are you alright?”

With a sniffle, you opened your eyes and lifted your head and notice a boy extending his arm towards you. You reach out, and he gently pulls you out of the flower bed. Now; you have the chance to properly observe his face, and oh man.. is he cute, from his beautiful brown skin to his curly black hair, freckles that give him a vague resemblance to a baby deer, and his gentle brown eyes that are carefully assessing your body for any injuries. You now stare at your dress regretting ever sitting in that dirty flowerbed, you can't believe your dress is ruined especially now when there's a cute guy in front of you!

“Are you okay? Did you fall? Did someone push you? what happened?” he frantically asked as he gave you his handkerchief to wipe your tears with. You gratefully accepted his handkerchief and used it to wipe away your tears. “its..” hic “my dad he-” hic.

He placed his arm on your shoulder. “It’s okay… just— just breathe.” He said as he himself took a deep breath. Following his lead, you took deep breaths, and after a few moments, you managed to compose yourself and find some peace and calm. Both of you remained in silence, with him patiently awaiting for you to continue; calm and composed while you, in contrast, is panicking trying to find the right words to explain why you ended up crying in the flower bed in the first place.

“My dad arranged for me to be married to someone i don't know.” you finally spoke, a tear falling down your face.

He thought for a second, then spoke: “What a coincidence.”

Confused, you raised your head to look at him “Coincidence?”

He wiped your tears away with his finger, your stomach filling with butterflies as he did and he softly said. ”I’m in the same situation.” the rays of the setting sun illuminated his face beautifully; Was he a fucking angel sent by god himself? “My dad didn't even bother to tell me who she was or what family she was from.. he just said that she was a nice lady and that to trust him, like what? How's that gonna make me feel better? What if she acted nice in front of him but actually she's mean? what then?”

You chuckled and nodded, understanding where he was coming from. “I totally get that, like, what if my husband is a drunkard or cheats on me in the future? i don’t want to be with someone like that..” you said before shouting: “He didn't even tell me his age!” He winces “oof.. now that’s scary..” “I know right?”

Moments pass and you both fall into a comfortable conversation.

“I just want to marry someone of my choosing, to marry someone I want to love.” you said longingly.

He nodded and said “buutttt.. there is a possibility of us falling in love with the person we are arranged to.”

You scoff “it’s unlikely for me to fall for someone i’ve never met, let alone someone im supposed to be married to.”

“Judging from the way you’re dressed, I'm sure your father picked someone suitable… it's not like your father just played eenie meenie miney mo on your future husband right?” He suggested, hoping to ease your fears.

You agreed to his thought process. “true.”

Gradually, the conversation shifted to other subjects, and you both engaged in endless hours of talking, filled with laughter and shared dreams. However, the pleasant moment was interrupted when a servant unexpectedly approached the two of you.

“My Lady, your father is calling for you” she spoke plainly.

With a hint of annoyance, you rolled your eyes, feeling reluctant to meet your father, especially after he arranged a marriage with a complete stranger. However, as the Emperor himself, you wouldn't dare disobey him, so you reluctantly left the boy behind.

“I’m so sorry but we have to cut this meeting short, may we meet again!” You say after you curtsy, before hurrying into the castle to prevent your father from growing more impatient.

The boy remains standing there, extending his arm as he watches you and your servant run into the castle. "Wait!" he calls out, but then lets his arm drop to his side. "I didn't even get her name..." he murmurs to himself disappointedly.

After closing the grand doors, you walk into the dining room and make your way to the vacant seat beside your father, sitting down with your hands resting on your lap. Gradually, the room comes alive as servants enter, filling the room with the sound of clinking plates and the arrangement of food on the table. After setting the table, the servants then line up along the walls, ready and attentive, waiting to assist in any way needed.

You place a napkin on your lap and start dining, After a few minutes of eating you speak: “Is he… my age?” Your father only nodded in response.

“What does he look like?” “ You'll know during the ball next week.”

“Is he a marquis? a count?” “He's a future duke.”

“is he… handsome?” “He's often described as a cutie patootie by the ladies”

“Why him?” “He seemed the most suitable.”

You eat more before speaking again “Father, you have no right to tell me who to marry, Please… break off the engagement..” Your father sighed before shaking his head “i’ve already signed on it, Morales’ son is a good man, I only want what’s best for you..” You scoff “what’s best for me? are you fucking serious?” “language.” “What's best for your daughter is letting her choose her own husband!” You say before standing up then storming out.

The emperor let out a loooong sigh after you left, before continuing to eat his food.

After angrily slamming the door to your bedchamber, you run to your bed and start to scream and cry on your pillow. why why WHY? why… doesn't he get it?

You remain motionless, your face buried in the pillows. A few minutes pass as you continue to cry and thrash your arms around; your lady-in-waiting, Mrs. Eliza Albertine, enters the room and softly taps your shoulder.

“My lady…? Are you alright?”

You lifted your head and looked at your lady-in-waiting, your mascara smudged from the tears and your hair disheveled and untidy. “noOO!” you cried out.

“What ever is the matter?”

You look down and bit your lip “my…” hic “my dad ruined..” hic, you stopped and took a few breaths remembering how the boy demonstrated earlier.

“my dad arranged for me to be married to a stranger…” “well… I'm sure it can't be that bad, your highness…”

Suddenly, you sat up and let out a shout: “can't be that bad?! Are you joking me?! my life is about to be over Eliza!”

Eliza let out a sigh and averted her gaze from you, and you couldn't help but feel guilty for raising your voice at her. “I’m sorry Eliza that was uncalled for—” “did you know i was arranged to be married?”

You looked at her with a shocked expression “What..?”

“Yes, me and my husband were strangers when we kissed at that altar.” She looked down and held your hand. “I understand how you’re feeling, and… it's going to be alright, you have to understand that your father is doing this for your safety.”

You turned your gaze away. After a brief pause, Eliza stood up and performed a curtsy in front of you. “I’ll get going now.. I hope all goes well.” She said after exiting your bedchamber.

With a heavy sigh, you make your way towards the balcony to contemplate your situation or maybe even strategize an escape from the impending marriage. As you gaze into the distance, your eyes are drawn to the garden where you had encountered the kind and gentle boy earlier. Your stomach becomes swarmed with butterflies as you thought of him.

“Fuck it.” you whispered to yourself as you walked towards your door.

You walked through the ornate corridors of the castle, Your footsteps echoing with urgency. The thought of your impending arranged marriage with a complete stranger made you feel scared and worried, you yearned for an escape from the suffocating reality of your marriage.

Finally, you walked through the garden's entrance, the moon’s light welcomed you as you ventured deeper into the lush greenery, seeking solace inside the flower bed you cried in earlier.

Your heart longed for love to find on your own, not through an arrangement made for political alliances. The thought of being bound to someone you have never met, let alone loved, was too much to bear.

As the soft breeze whispered through the leaves, Your mind wandered to a life of your own choosing, a life filled with genuine affection and shared dreams. But reality had other plans, tugging at your heartstrings, reminding you of the duty you must fulfill as a princess.

Tonight is the night you are set to meet your future husband, a man your father has chosen for you. With a roll of your eyes, you can't help but scoff at the mere thought. The idea of even liking, let alone loving, the man your father selected makes you want to jump out a window. But alas; you may have been trained in sword fighting but you don't have strength to ever go against your Father.

The grand ballroom was adorned with dazzling chandeliers, casting a radiant glow over the elegantly dressed guests. As the orchestra played an upbeat melody, you stood near the edge of the ballroom, trying to hide your anxiousness behind a polite smile. You noticed the guests arriving one by one, but there was one arrival that would change everything.

Through the sea of beautifully attired nobles, you saw a figure that caught your attention. A Boy, with the same dark skin, curly hair and freckles as the boy who comforted you at the garden. It couldn't be, could it?

Holy fuck.

In that moment, your eyes met his, and a flicker of recognition passed between you. It was him—the same boy, who looked like a baby deer. He was the one who had comforted you in the flower bed, the one who wiped away your tears and made you laugh. How could fate be so cruel and be so intriguing?

As he drew closer, you tried to steady your racing heart. There was something in the way he looked at you, something familiar and kind that softened your resistance. You realized that the connection you felt in the garden wasn't just fleeting; it was something deeper, something you couldn't easily forget

He approached with a warm smile, and you found yourself unable to look away. The noise of guests and music of the ballroom seemed to fade away, and for that brief moment, it was as if you two were the only people in the room.

Mr. Morales and his son spoke in unison, "Good evening your royal highnesses, We are honored to be in your presence," and then gracefully performed a bow as a sign of respect.

“Oh hush now Morales! You musn't be so formal now, especially when our families are soon to be united.” Your father said as he shook your future father-in-law’s hand.

Mr. Morales laughed in response then turned to you “Your highness, this is my son Miles Morales, my heir.”

“And your future husband” Your father added.

Miles walked up to you and planted a gentle kiss on your hand, then gave you a playful wink; His charming gesture elicited a chuckle from you, unable to resist his flirtatious charm.

While your father, the Emperor, and your future father-in-law engaged in a lively conversation, you and your future husband found yourselves unable to join in. Amidst the animated atmosphere, he turned to you, the light from the chandeliers delicately accentuating his features, and asked, "Would you honor me with this dance?” You smiled and took his hand, excitedly pulling him to the dance floor.

Throughout the evening, you found yourselves drawn to each other, engaging in conversations and dancing together. The initial reluctance you had felt was gradually replaced by curiosity and a newfound sense of comfort.

Feeling tired, you and Miles decided to escape to the very same garden where your first encounter took place.

You took a deep breath, a mix of emotions swelling within you. "Okay, uhm... This is just unbelievable. You? My future husband?" Your voice held a touch of awe and amazement.

He nodded, "Indeed, I am. Are you disappointed?"

Your eyes softened with sincerity as you replied, "No, I'm not disappointed." The love in your voice was unmistakable.

He let out a sigh of relief, a hint of vulnerability shining through. "Good," he said with a gentle smile.

Breaking the momentary silence, you mused, "Fate is so weird, isn't it? It brought us together in the most unexpected way possible!"

He joined in, his laughter mingling with yours. "I agree! My father said I was marrying someone important, but I didn't expect it to be someone from the Royal Bloodline!"

In that instant, your laughter turned into something deeper, an unspoken understanding passing between you. The garden, where you first met, now seemed to hold an even more magical significance.

Hand in hand, you danced under the moonlit sky, the faint sound of the party's music serenading your love story. Fate had indeed woven a tale you could have never imagined, but as you gazed into each other's eyes, you knew that this unexpected journey was leading you exactly where your hearts wanted to be but one thing was certain—meeting Miles tonight had shifted your world, and maybe, just maybe, love could bloom from a connection that started in the serenity of an Enchanted Garden.

a/n: FINALLY! after hours of procrastinating and listening to "classical music to sleep or study to" on spotify.. I FINISHED IT! this is my first time ever writing a fic... TY MY BESTIE FOR HELPING ME ILY!

#miles morales #miles molares #across the spiderverse #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #astv #miles morales x reader #miles morales x you #miles morales x y/n #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x you #miles morales fluff

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ST Fics Masterpost Updated 3/23/24

Walking in On Your Parents ONESHOT

Turkey Day ONESHOT

Supernatural Steddie Part 1 AO3 alt (has more parts)

Steve Disappears in the Upside Down: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 COMPLETED

Wingman Nancy: Original Post Pilot post Part 1 Official Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Steve being jealous of a guitar spicy extra COMPLETED

Older kids and walkie-talkies ONESHOT

Welcome to Hawkins: Primer Main Body (AO3)

Newly Wed Game: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Dustin’s Nature Doc Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Soul Eater ficlet ONESHOT

Steve plays Dnd in secret ONESHOT

Incubus!Steve x Vampire!Eddie ONESHOT

Argyle Babysits ONESHOT

Eddie and his Puppybats Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 (COMPLETED)

Ronance Working together Part 1 ONESHOT

Demon!Steve smut ONESHOT Extra

Steve thinks their son takes after Eddie ONESHOT

Steddie vampires ONESHOT

Vampire!Eddie wants Steve ONESHOT

Rock and Rule AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Eddie being jealous of himself ONESHOT

Steve being the grim reaper of sex ONESHOT

Tommy watches Part 1 Part 2 COMPLETED

Eddie being alive ONESHOT

Steve seducing Kas!Eddie ONESHOT

Night at the Museum AU ONESHOT

Thumbelina AU Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie and Kas body sharing Part 1 Part 2 Part 3A Fluffy Part 3B Smutty Part 4 Part 5 COMPLETED

Wayne shows the baby photos ONESHOT

X-men au scene

King Eddie and Prince Steve Part A Part B Part C Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

Reverse Little Mermaid Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Cindereddie Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Steve falling for Eddie's goofiness ONESHOT

Steddathan Fake Dating (Steve/Eddie/Jonathan) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 COMPLETED

Eddie drinking Steve’s blood ONESHOT

Steddie goes to Action Park ONESHOT

Short abo scene

5 times Eddie singled out Steve at a concert ONESHOT

The Bright Side (sitcom au) E01 E02 E03 E04 E05 E06 AO3 alt E07 E08

Steddie singing when they part ways ONESHOT

Mafia short scenes Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Steve and Eddie break out into song while giving Lucas advice

Steve seduces Eddie to catch some zzzs

Time loop scene

2 Eddies, 1 Steve ONESHOT

Noir detective Eddie on the case of who cut Steve’s hair ONESHOT

Stobin working as burger joint carhops ONESHOT

Steve being an offering to the village god ONESHOT Extra

Steve sacrificed in a cult Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 COMPLETED

Eddie’s search for the treasure between Steve’s legs ONESHOT

Steddie dimension hopping Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Dialogue Prompts Prompt 1 Prompt 2 Prompt 3 Prompt 4 Prompt 5A Prompt 5B Prompt 6

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version A ONESHOT

Eddie’s guitar turns into a human Version B Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 COMPLETED

Eddie steals a diamond for Steve ONESHOT

Infinity Train AU Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3

Barbarella!Steve Part 1 AO3 Steddie chapter

Steve’s Doppelgangers Part 1 AO3

Eddie gets his tonsils removed ONESHOT

Steve’s parents play matchmaker Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Wrong Number au Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 COMPLETED

Random word blurb

Fruity Four Sense8 ficlet

Ask Meme Prompts Prompt 1 Pining co-workers ficlet Tattoo shop ficlet Artist!Steve Eddie gives some milk Mermaid/Pirate Baby Ollie Loneliness Steve sets up a scavenger hunt Fantasy outcast sanctuary Grimm/ST crossover Steve had a puppy Bad barista Wayne makes the vest Frat Boy Steve Kiss Prompt

Passenger princess Steve ficlet

Stargyle ficlet

Pregnancy fluff a/b/o

Every Baby Needs a Daddy (sugar baby au) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

Pre S4 Rivals (Gift Fic) ONESHOT

Steddie parents think their kid might be fighting monsters ONESHOT

Forest Guardian WIP

Steddie Bingo 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 -

Hot for Teacher(s) AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Trans Eddie smut

Steve goes on a trip and Eddie misses him

#personal #apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie

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lyramundana · 10 months

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MASTERLIST

The only things I won't write about are:

-Rape/any non-consensual sexual activities where one of the parties is forced and has an horrible time. Either they all enjoy it or nothing happens.

-Explicit use of drugs. If I happen to mention them, it'll be only for recreational uses.

-Obviously, any hint of pedophilia is off the table. I don't want a single suggestion about it in my blog. I'll delete it and block you.

-Age regression/Daddies&Littles play. I don't feel comfortable with it.

-Infidelity (at least not when Skz members are the victims of it)

Outside of that, I'm pretty much open to everything. If the topic in particular makes me uncomfortable, I'll let it know, but mostly it's all in the previous ones.

❗Attention, this post is about to be remodelled and updated into a masterlist, so it'll be changing things progressively. I have no idea how to make a masterlist, but I'm on it❗

POLY MINSUNG STUFF:

My reblogs

My content:

AUs: Masterlist My OC/Violeta's body

Random thoughts: Possesiveness Conflictive emotions Vivi bullying Minho (affectionately) Minho getting princess treatment Territorialism Admiration In the pool/beach Being possessive (again) Oblivious

Imagines: Surrogate mother Minho's gaze Bodyguards Jealousy Pouty Babies Minho's babygirl treatment Jisung being flustered Teasing them Family au Heart vs brain Staring Lucky kiss Matchmaker Jisung with his son vs Minho with his daughter

Hard thought: Lactation kink

Headcanons: Babies's relationship Non-sexual dynamic Sexual dynamic

Drabbles: Heartbeats Scented Jealousy, Jealousy

My asks/requests:

Sweet Kitty(MinSung x Stay! Reader)

Yandere! MinSung x Reader

Alpha! Minho & Reader x Omega! Jisung

Don't Play Dumb (MinSung having a bi awakening with their neighbour)

Crimson Contract au!

Ass and boobs guys

Naughty MinSung Roommates

MinSung using you to relieve stress

Handsome and pretty boys

Boypussy! Jisung

Pushing Minho into subspace

Requests:

Minho's lessons

Headcanons

Protective MinSung

Stay! Reader scenarios

Alpha! MinSung x Omega! Reader

Yandere! MinSung x 9th fem! member

Punishing Han

One night stand and the aftermath

Sucking off Minho together

Toxic! MinSung x 9th fem! member

Perv! MinSung x Innocent! Reader

MinSung being babygirls

Subby! MinSung being spoiled and more

Slighty toxic! MinSung

Skinship headcanons

Shy pervert! Reader

Chubby fem! Reader

Comforting chubby fem! Reader

9th fem! Reader getting close with the members

Who confesses first?

Punishing Jisung out of jealousy

HAN JISUNG

My works

Voyeurism

Jealousy

How he looks at her

Request:

Rockstar! Jisung

Sucking his tongue

Being jealous over him

LEE KNOW/LEE MINHO

My works:

Jealousy

Hypocresy (tied to the poly minsung verse)

My asks:

Fight so dirty (tied to the poly minsung verse)

CHRISTOPHER BANG/BANG CHAN

Request:

Yandere! Chris when his Darling attempts to escape

Yandere! Chris's stalking

Dad! Chris thoughts

OT8

Yandere! Stray Kids when their Darling likes someone else

Yandere! Chan & Minho as secret admirers

Yandere Chan & Jisung

ANTI-DELULU TIME WITH RUBY

DELULU TIME WITH SORSHA:Pt 1 Lady Marmalade inspired Measuring thighs Seeing her twerk Kpop Virus AU Masks Three-way dance

#masterlist #navigation #stray kids x reader #stray kids x oc

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icespur · 2 months

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DadGoro Navigator Quotes Help

originally I had a concept I was going to post about "Teen Akeshu Daughter from the future gets sent to the past during P5R", but I got preoccupied.

She tries to play matchmaker to get Akiren and Akechi on the right path. But she also can't risk revealing who she is so to Akechi and Akiren she's a random teen around Futaba and Sumire's age that sorta resembles themselves for some reason, and must be a specially unhinged Akechi fangirl that hardcore ships Akechi with the Phantom Thief Leader for some reason, because wow is this girl not subtle at all in her attempts to pair them up.

So when she joins the group in their Metaverse adventures and fights alongside them, and Akechi takes role of Navigator, he especially makes his irritation of her known and just how much he doesn't give a shit what happens to her in battle.

("Akagi" is her "undercover" surname)

“Akagi-san’s health is down. Heal her I guess~”

“What a tragedy, Akagi-san has perished.”

“Oh, Akagi-san is fully healed and ready to continue to grace us with her presence~”

“Akagi-san has been incapacitated. Can't say I'm surprised.”

But once he finds out she's his future daughter—-

Granted,the fact that he’s destined to eventually have intercourse that leads to knocking up his rival is—-alot to take in—-. but this is his daughter. His future flesh and blood, he—oh he feels like such a piece of shit 🤦. Curse his trust issues and natural skepticism, he was a fucking dick, how is he going to fix this?

The “Daughter Reveal” makes him take a 180 in his behavior towards her. Something just clicks and “Fuck this annoying suspicious little shit.” Turns into “I've only known Komari for a couple of months, but if anything were to happen to her, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself.” With zero warning.

and this shows especially in battle.

"Oh, what an absolute tragedy, Akagi-San has died, tip your masks in respect everyone. She will be sorely missed, if only we had a revival on hand~"

To:

"MY BABY!

JOKER, GET THE REVIVAL ITEM, HEAL HER, HURRY HURRY, GET IT OUT FASTER, OUR PRINCESS IS FADING, ARE YOU THIS USELESS WHEN YOUR OTHER TEAMMATES ARE IN NEED OF HEALING?!

when infected with ailment, Akechi and Joker immediately tag team her with the feather fans to bitch slap the ailment away.

Akechi or Joker always perform a followup attack when she's having her turn in battle.

After a successful battle and if her Persona levels up and gains a new ability, the group comments would mostly be Akechi's "proud dad" attitude shining through, and drawing attention and demanding the rest of the group pay attention and praise his badass little princess, or he himself rambling and boasting about her new power before catching himself and covering it with a more subdued complement.

Then, a friend mentioned dialogue for other battle actions like Baton Pass and Ailments that I didn't even think of!

So I'm going to have you fellow Akeshu fans participate because I'm having trouble coming up with more Proud Dad Akechi dialogue.

Write some dialogue reactions for Akechi if his and Akiren's daughter was a playable party member.

(you don't have to fill out all these sections. Just, if you come up with a line for one of the below actions, reply or reblog with it and once I get enough participants I'll make another post.

Akechi/Crow: passes Baton to Komari:

Crow/Black Mask response to Komari Attack Quotes:

Komari Dodges Attack:

Komari Downs an enemy:

Double Enemy Down:

Down all enemies:

Defeats an enemy:

Defeats two enemies:

Defeats last Enemy:

Attack miss or Skill miss:

HP at 25% at start of turn:

Affected by Tarunda/Attack Decrease:

Affected by Rakunda/Defense Decrease:

Affected by Sukunda/Speed Decrease:

Suffering from Shock:

Suffering from Freeze:

Suffering from Brainwash:

Suffering from Despair:

Suffering from Forget:

Suffering from Confuse:

Suffering from Rage:

Downed:

Recovers from being downed:

Incapacitated:

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Eyes: Crosshair X Reader :SFW Sleep: Crosshair X Reader :SFW

Crosshair and Baby Wearing Crosshair and the Princess's Lessons

Happy Together: Wrecker x Reader Part 1 Part 2 Matchmaker AU Masterlist

Wrecker "an accidental first kiss"

Secret : Hunter x Female Reader Focal Point: Hunter x GN Reader

Part Three The Bad Batch Edition 1 Crosshair x Reader Hunter x Reader

2 Sick Masterlist

Clones at Disney Parks (Modern AU)

Headcanons Crosshair at Magic Kingdom Wrecker at Magic Kingdom

What they would wear Hunter at Magic Kingdom Wrecker at Magic Kingdom Tech at Magic Kingdom Echo at Magic Kingdom Crosshair at Magic Kingdom

Clones with Pets/Service Animals Clones at 79's and A Night at 79's with Hardcase

The Bad Batch Ask Game-Always Accepting 9, 15 & 21 2 & 15 4, 6 & 20

Spicy Headcanon Ask Game -NSFW- Always accepting Wrecker 🧐- What's an unexpected kink Crosshair 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have?-plus other kinks for context 👎 - what's a no go for them (in the bedroom)? ❤️ - what's their favorite way to be intimate (can be non-sexual)? 😘 - what do they do for foreplay? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have? Tech 😍 - what is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)? 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have? Hunter 😍 - what is their favorite body part (in regards to their partner)? 🧐 - what unexpected kink do they have? 🤭 - what unexpected turn-on do they have?

Main Master List

Bad Batch Guys Dividers by @ve-ti-ver Banner, Story dividers, and Reblog divider by @sunshinesdaydream

#sunshine organizes #bad batch masterlist #tbb fan fic #tbb headcanons #star wars #the clone wars #the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 2: Do they know it's Christmas?

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman's backseater)

Wordcount: 2.8k

Summary: Y/n "Athena" Kerner and Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider's matchmaking plans?

(there won't be smut in this series)

Warnings: mentions of death (minor character DEATH), swearing, a bit of angst(?), the magical one bed trope.

Tag list: @littlebadariell @xoxabs88xox @alexxavicry @tayrae515 @shrimping-for-all @mak-32 @my-soulmate-is-mycroft @harper1666

(If you want to be tagged comment or sent an ask <3)

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Bradley can be a dick sometimes. He always finds a way of messing around with you. But he eventually gives in and helps you put your story together. And it this is the result:

You two have been dating for seven months now, after Rooster confessed at the BBQ party Maverick threw at his house on the 4th of July. He saw you there, being so happy, careless and free, a side of you that he didn’t get to see that often these days due to work. He just risked it all and confessed. Afortunately, you also had feelings for him. You've been keeping it a secret so the two of you could still work together. You've talked about confessing everything to your family recently and agreed to tell them on Christmas. But Slider's call ruined the surprise.

And that's it.

You two know each other since you were toddlers, all the other important tiny details you know them already.

"Have you talked to Rebecca recently?" you ask Rooster when you arrive at the airport. He said that he was going to leave the car in the parking lot, in case the whole lie you just made doesn’t work and you have to go back home immediately.

"Yeah, but I did all the talking" he says, opening the trunk and getting your bags. "It's been almost a year"

"Yeah. A year already…"

Rebecca, Iceman's daughter, lost her husband almost a year ago. John was a marine, served in Afghanistan for several months before he was killed in action. Jessica, their daughter who was four at that time, would never see her dad again. You and Rooster try to tell her stories about her dad, show her old videos that you have on your phone from when she was a baby, and just try your best so she doesn’t forget the memories she has with him. It’s difficult, and you know that when she grows up, the only reminders she’ll have from his dad are the ones you and Rooster had played during years on a screen.

Rebecca, Rooster and you practically grew up together. You were there when she met John in high school, when she asked him to go on a date, when they made it official, when he asked her to prom, when he asked her to marry him… You’ve always been there. And when Jessica came into this world, you were also there. The little girl was kind enough to come to the world in July, you and Rooster had been on a 3-day leave at the time. She was the prettiest, tiniest and most perfect baby you had ever laid your eyes on. As her ‘auntie’ it was your mission to be the cool, loving relative who would always take care of her. There was nothing in this world you could’ve done to stop her tiny eyes from shedding tears last New Year’s Eve, when her mom ran away from the room after a phone call. Iceman had tried to explain to her in the best way possible that her dad would never come home… but how do you tell that to a child without destroying her childhood? You can’t.

"I can't wait to see our little princess" he says, trying to lift the mood.

"She must be taller now"

He nods and moves to the inside of the airport. Jessica it’s, probably, the only topic of conversation you can have with him without arguing. And possibly, the only thing that would make you agree on something.

In the plane, you try not to think too much about the fact that you’re about to lie to your family for a whole week. You’ve never been one to lie and chances of getting caught are higher than you want to admit.

“Did Becca send you that picture from Disney World?” asks Rooster, pulling you out of your thoughts. Rooster and you thought that it would be a wonderful idea to give Jessica an early Christmas present and send her and her mom on a 3 day trip to Disney World. They’ll come back tomorrow.

“What picture?”

He gets his phone and opens Rebecca’s chat. “She sent it to me a while ago, maybe she forgot to send it to you”

“Or maybe she knows about the ‘relationship’ already and thinks that sending the picture to one of us is enough”

“Yeah, that’s probably it. Here it is!” he turns the phone so you can see your pretty princess wearing a disney costume. Well, actually prince because she is wearing Prince Adam’s clothes. And she even has a red rose. “She’s so cute”

“She goes to the best place in the world to be a princess and decides to dress as a prince. That’s my niece” you laugh, sending the picture to your phone.

“Our niece. Don’t keep her all to yourself”

Noticing that the daily dose of kindness reserved to talk to Rooster is running out, you put on your earphones and take a nap. It’s going to be stressful once you get off the plane, you don’t want to tire yourself before the big show.

“Do you see my father?” you ask, three hours and a long nap later, when you land. “He should be around here”

“If you can’t see him, how am I supposed to?”

“Because you’re a giant and I'm not?” you deadpan.

“I fucking hate yo- Oh there he is. Smile” he says, grabbing your bag with one hand and your hand with the other, while approaching Slider. “How can you be so old and still have better hair than me?” he jokes.

“Because I’m better than you. Period.” your father says, hugging you close. “My little girl, look at you! Prettier than ever”

“Dad, don’t flatter me i’m not telling you what I got you for Christmas”

“Damn, it never works” he moves away from you and pats Rooster on the back. “Nice to see you, Bradshaw”

“Bradshaw? C’mon, Slider. You’ve never called me that”

“Well, you’ve never dated my daughter before so now I have to act a little different around you. I need to scare you” he says.

“You know you can’t scare me, right?” Rooster states, putting his arm around your shoulder and bringing you closer to him. You can smell his cologne. “Maybe when I was six, but I’m older now”

“You sure? Let me try this then” he stands in front of him, looking eye to eye, and dropping his characteristic smile that always accompanies him. “You hurt my daughter, make her sad or cry and I will make sure the only thing you fly for the rest of your life is a commercial plane”

You can almost hear Rooster swallowing in fear.

“Did I make myself clear, son?”

“Yes, sir”

And then, just like that, your father smiles again. “Great! Let’s go home, kids. Maverick is already there” he walks away, turning every so often to make sure you are still walking behind him.

“You better convince him that you broke up with me” he whisper-yells at you. “Because otherwise, he’s gonna chop my dick off”

“I thought he said you’re gonna be flying with American Airlines” you remember him, trying not to laugh.

“Oh my god, I’m so dead”

You arrive at Iceman’s house. It’s surrounded by snow, Christmas decorations and some inflatables such as Snowmen, Santa Claus, fake gifts… Iceman went all out this year. Maybe, in a way, it’s to try and regain the Christmas spirit rather than remembering this time of the year as a sad one.

“Look at the lovey-dovey couple!” you hear Nick, Iceman’s younger son, yelling from the door. He is just like his father.

“You could come and say hi to your friends, you know” you shout for him to hear you.

“Oh, no, please. I don’t want to see your disgusting behavior up close” he fake gags, as if the whole situation could make him want to vomit more than you.

“We’re only holding hands?” tells Rooster, raising them as a proof.

“That’s enough for me” he runs into the house, making you roll your eyes.

“He didn’t get that from me” Sarah tries to blame Nick’s behavior on her husband.

“Oh my Sarah, it’s been so long” you hug her, she is the only aunt you’ve ever had. And she was the cool type.

“Please, you need to come home more often! I’m surrounded by aviators” she complains.

“Aunt Sarah, I’m sorry to tell you this, but she’s also an aviator” laughs Rooster, hugging her.

“But she’s my girl, it’s different. Let’s go inside, it’s freezing out here!”

You go inside and see a lot of pictures on the walls, half of your life displayed in pictures in a house that wasn’t yours, but whose owners were as proud of you as if you were her own daughter. You walk through the house, feeling a tightness in your chest when the memories from the last time you were here come to your mind. It’s been a year, but you can remember it as if it was yesterday.

You move to the kitchen to find Maverick and Iceman drinking hot chocolate from Christmas-themed mugs. When they see you, they hug you and ask you about the station you’re at, your job, but none of them seems to be really interested in your relationship with Rooster. Weird, but you’ll gladly accept that rather than a full interrogation.

All of you sit down, Sarah giving you some hot chocolate too. Talking about everything that has been going on, the new things that are happening in their lives, learning about new hobbies, friends… Just filling up each other makes you feel at home. This is what Christmas feels like.

“Are we going to talk about the elephant in the room?” asks Iceman sipping his chocolate.

“I’ve been waiting for someone to bring it up. And I don’t wanna be the prying old woman here but when are you going to tell us how everything happened? Because as far as I can tell my dears, you two have been always arguing.” Sarah is a bit skeptical about the whole relationship thing and, honestly, you can’t blame her. She’s been like your second mom.

And you really hope that your biological mom never finds out about this. She’s having a wonderful holiday with her husband in Hawaii.

You look at Rooster, moving your hand to squeeze his and take a deep breath. “Well, you know. Sometimes things are not what they seem to be”

“So how long has this been going on?” Maverick questions, leaving his mug on the kitchen counter and beginning the interrogation you so stupidly had thought wouldn’t come.

But you don’t really care too much about the answers. You’ve prepared them with Rooster, you know what to say, how to act, how to smile. You’re not worried about it. And Rooster seems to be a great actor, too. He’s not smiling the same way you are, but his little actions are more credible: how he looks at you when you talk, nodding so you know he’s listening, squeezing your hand from time to time, offers you his mug of chocolate when you finish yours. He even takes a napkin and cleans some chocolate from the corner of your mouth.

They should nominate you two to an Oscar after this.

“It’s disgusting to see how cute you are together” your father blurts out. It makes you snort.

“Thank you, dad. I’m glad you approve it” you roll your eyes, getting up from the stool and walking to get your bag. “I’m going to my room, need to unpack my things”

“I’ll take them to your room, princess.” Rooster offers, using that stupid nickname that makes your insides turn in disgust.

“Oh, about that. You’re in Rooster’s room” Sarah says, walking behind you to your ‘boyfriend’s’ room. “I mean, you’re probably done dirtier things than sleeping on the same bed”

“Sarah, let’s just not talk about our sexual lives, okay?” begs Rooster, following her upstairs.

She opens the door for you, entering and explaining where the blankets are in case you need some more, but you can’t listen to her. Your whole attention is on the queen size bed with a Christmas themed quilt in red, green and yellow colors. It has dozens of pillows on it, and it seems rather comfortable.

But there’s only one bed.

“You sure you don’t want us to sleep in separate bedrooms? We can do that, we want to be respectful.” you offer, but Sarah just laughs.

“Honey, I’ve been waiting years for this moment. Not you dating each other, that’s still a bit weird but i’ll get used to it I guess. You’ve never brought a partner for Christmas. And I was scared that you would end up alone, actually. Rooster, you’ve always talked about how you wanted a relationship like the one your parents had, but yet you dated that annoying Mindy girl-”

“Mandy” he clarifies.

“Whatever. She was a horrendous girl and I don’t want to hear about her ever again. And you, Thena. Have you ever been in a relationship? Because you’ve never told me or Terry about it. And she’s your mom!”

“Sarah, I d-don’t think this is the moment for this-” you stutter a bit, not wanting to talk about the lack of romance in your life.

“Oh sweetheart, it’s true. You’ve never had a boy-”

Rooster yawns very dramatically, stretching his arms over his head. “Aunt Sarah, it’s been a tiring day, we’re going to sleep and we’ll talk tomorrow, okay? And you’re wrong. She’s dating me, she has a relationship now. So, please, don’t make my girl more uncomfortable than she already is, thank you” rumbles Rooster while pushing her out of the room and closing the door. You hear the click of the lock and you feel like you’re able to breathe again.

“Thank you” you mutter.

“I didn’t do it for you. I’m really tired” he stands next to you, looking at the bed like it was an enemy aircraft that needed to be destroyed. “I’ll sleep on the floor”

“You’re not sleeping on the floor. I’ll do it” you argue.

“I’m not letting you sleep on the floor, you’re gonna be complaining about your back hurting you tomorrow and I don’t wanna hear it”

“There’s room enough for the two of us, you know” you say, really tired and just wanting to get some sleep.

“Try again tomorrow, princess. Today, I’m sleeping on the floor”

He doesn’t let you say anything more, getting the fluffiest pillows from the bed, a few blankets and lays them on the floor next to the bed. You try your best not to throw a pillow at him for being so stubborn. He could sleep perfectly on the bed, but he has to be an idiot and try to be a gentleman. ‘Well then, gentleman, I hope your back hurts like shit tomorrow’ you think, grabbing your things and going to the bathroom to change into your pjs.

Once you come out, Rooster has turned off the lights, and is laying on the floor, looking at his phone. “The door is still locked, in case anyone tries to enter tomorrow morning” he informs you, locking his phone once you’re in bed.

“Thanks, Bradshaw” you adjust the pillows and cover yourself with the blankets, closing your eyes ready to fall asleep.

“Is it true?” inquires the man, his voice a bit louder than a whisper, but you’re still able to hear it.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ve never had a boyfriend?” his voice is a bit louder, and you can hear the curiosity in his voice.

“I don’t think that’s your business” you reply, turning around and thinking that the conversation has ended.

But not for him. “Well, I need to know, because if you’ve never been in a relationship there’s a lot of things I should do differently around our family”

“Why do you care so much about it?”

He moves up from the floor, sitting on the bed and turning the bedside lamp on. “If they know I’m your first boyfriend, they’re expecting me to treat you like a queen. And I need to up my game”

“Rooster, we’re faking it, in case you forgot”

He sighs, his hand scratching the scars on his cheek. “Can you please answer my question?”

“Fine, I’ve never had a boyfriend. Happy now?” you hide yourself below the blankets, not wanting to speak more about the matter.

“I’m beginning to think that you are, actually, allergic to the whole human emotional spectrum”

You uncover yourself and kick him with all your strength, making him fall from the bed. “At least I didn’t get dumped” you tease him.

“At least I’ve had some love in my life” he mocks.

“I hate you”

“Ditto, princess” he says, and before he can even finish the sentence, you throw a pillow at him and cover yourself with the blankets.

It doesn’t feel like Christmas anymore.

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