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OPERATION CINDERELLA-SABOTAGE [HEARTSLABYUL]

in which he rescues you from your very short-lived wedding.

SUMMARY: due to a massive misunderstanding, a prince from royal sword academy is set to wed you at sunset. thankfully, your un-princely crush is here to save the day and crash this lovely wedding.

PAIRINGS: everyone x fem reader (separately)

WARNINGS: they're being a bit dramatic, characters are 18+, makeout (cater)

NOTES: this is echoes the ghost bride event, but listening to this prompted me to write out this scenario instead. i made this for shits and giggles, so have fun with this!

There was no way you would be able to say 'no' now, not when there were hundreds of Royal Sword Academy students and even more members of a random royal family whose last names you cannot recall waiting outside that door. Aside from a completely oblivious Neige and Che'nya who was nowhere to be found, there was no one you could really ask for help to get you out of this mess.

You turn to your supposed betrothed with frantic eyes, shaking your head wildly. "I already told you, I'm not the one you danced with at the ball!" Your hisses fell on deaf ears. That damned prince from Royal Sword Academy was too busy making the 'goo-goo' eyes at you to even register what you were saying.

"I just happened to have the same shoe-size!"

Damn it, why did you have to agree to fitting some missing girl's shoe?!

Pierce Charmant, possibly the most delusional guy you have ever met in Twisted Wonderland, clung onto your calf with a stubborn expression. He had no intentions of letting you go, and neither did his five other guards that had blocked your way.

"You have to be her!"

"You don't even know my name!"

You were really counting on Grim to get someone, anyone, to stop this wedding. Yet, as you are walked down the aisle by the fair Neige, you are already planning out a divorce settlement plan. Based on the number of guests here, who had filled this entire venue from top to bottom, you would have guessed that this prince was rather rich. If it was to be an unhappy marriage, at least your wallet would be more than compensated.

You managed to convince this prince to send invitations to Night Raven College, but that didn't matter. He was so excited and in a hurry to marry, that your friends barely had any time to rescue you! There must have been so much traffic with the mirrors that they couldn't even use them! There was just no way that they'd make it in time now.

And so you consign yourself to readying some divorce papers within the next few weeks, and planning out how to avoid any more interactions with this guy while you were married.

You stood at the chapel's base, your expression exasperated than ever as you kept darting your gaze to the door. You've already tripped over the aisle a few times, fumbled the scripted vows, and even called for a bathroom break or two to stall.

And now comes the big moment that you were so desperately trying to avoid.

"Would you, Pierce Charmant, take the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, as your lawfully wedded wife?"

The prince smiles so sickly sweet, and its the look of a man who won't change his mind.

"I do."

You grimace as the officiant faces you, just as blind to your annoyed expression.

"Would you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect, take Pierce Charmant as you lawfully wedded husband?" They didn't even use your name!

You pause, the image of your crush flashing before your eyes.

You would never see him again if you let yourself get married. Defiance returns to your face as you suck in a deep breath, ready to deal with the consequences of rejecting this delusional prince in front of hundreds of people.

"I—"

"I object!"

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

"Grim, please explain to me why I received an invitation to the Prefect's wedding... I am calm, Trey. I would just prefer to know the details before I go and fetch her myself... and may I ask one more thing? Yes, hoW IN THE WORLD DID THE PREFECT GET KIDNAPPED LIKE THIS?! DON'T YOU DARE TRY TO CALM ME DOWN, CATER. I AM PERFECTLY CALM."

Riddle calmly asked about your whereabouts, and it does not take him long to immediately get to work. As one of the better respected housewardens among the roster, it was easier to ask for a few favors that could get him to that damned cathedral fast. However, as the traffic did pile up to get to this accursed wedding, Riddle finds himself on horseback.

He does have this awful crush on you, but it never really crosses his mind. Even as he holds certain feelings for you, it's at the back of his mind. Riddle values your autonomy, and this marriage was a massive red flag. Surely, you cannot have possibly agreed to such a thing. It was just not in your nature. You would have protested, and the fact that you are not back in campus means that something is preventing you from speaking your mind. Riddle really respects you in this aspect!

Still, the idea of you marrying some prince who barely knew it was absolutely absurd. Riddle won't allow it, he absolutely won't!

The doors were flung open with a loud thud, revealing a red-head in a suit. Much to your surprise, Riddle isn't burning red with a fiery rage and threatening to have everyone's head off. He's stomping towards you and your supposed groom, fist clenched as he throws out an arm out of anger. He doesn't seem too angry, but determined.

"ENOUGH! SHE WILL BE COMING BACK TO NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE WITH ME NOW."

Okay, maybe you were wrong about him not being angry.

His voice echoes throughout the entire cathedral, followed by several flinches at his sheer volume. Immediately, the crowd by the rows inch back a bit further as he continues to march forward, ignoring the guards that seemed to hesitate to approach him. Pierce raises a brow, almost annoyed rather than fearful of this disturbance.

"There seems to be a misunderstanding. You see, the Prefect is going to be married to me. You can sort out your affairs after the ceremony is over." Well, that didn't seem to help one bit, judging by how Riddle seemed to fume even further at this statement.

The housewarden comes to a halt, sucking in a sharp breath to calm his temper. The last thing he wanted to do right now was to frighten you.

He breathes out your name, sending a stutter through your heart.

"Do you truly want to marry this man?"

It almost makes you swoon, the way Riddle looks at you so earnestly as he asks for some affirmation. Had it been any other scenario, you would've taken your time to bore your eyes into his and study his expression. Instead, you shake your head wildly, racing down the aisle until you have hidden yourself behind him.

Riddle has the nerve to smirk at the shocked Prince. "And here, I thought princes had a code of conduct when it came to their ladies." He turned back to you with an assuring look. "I'll take you home, Prefect."

Truly, Riddle had no intentions of playing around. He had only one objective, to get you out of here. Just as he turns around to escort you out of the cathedral, a pair of guards had blocked the exit.

"No, I cannot let you leave!" Pierce cried out, ready to give chase. "Prefect, please! Give me a chance. You cannot possibly be ready to leave me for... this guy!"

Riddle's eye twitches as he cranes himself to look at the prince. "You have some nerve!" He clicks out, clenching his fists once more. Everyone feels the cathedral heat up, those closer to the aisles feeling beads of sweat form upon their temples. Even as you looked at Riddle so gently, a part of you was somewhat grateful that he was sticking up for you.

Just as his top was about to blow, you muster the will to tug on Riddle's sleeve. As quickly as his reddened face came, it disappears when he glances back at your soft expression. Huffing out a heavy sigh, Riddle clicks his tongue and marches towards the exit.

"Let's be on our way, Prefect. We shouldn't waste our precious time on these trifles."

Needless to say, no one really wanted to test the housewarden's patience as he escorted you out of that Cathedral. Riddle certainly doesn't waste time hoisting you onto his horse and galloping away, not giving the prince a second to try and retrieve you.

He grumbles about the entire ordeal, mostly questioning the absolute ridicule of the marriage. What kind of prince thinks he can get away with it? Riddle is certain to send a complain to Royal Sword Academy regarding their lessons on conduct if no one tries to stop him.

You could easily see Night Raven College from afar as you peeked from behind his tuft of red hair. Riddle is still rambling, a preferable alternative to losing his temper entirely. "That ruffian dares to marry you and has yet to learn your name! How uncouth!" He spat in absolute distaste, and he finds comfort in the way you giggle in agreement.

Riddle doesn't seem to take note of the way your arms are crossed around his middle, or maybe he does, and just chooses not to let his blush show. He cleared his throat, gripping the reigns a bit tighter. "You will find better suitors, Prefect. Just promise me that he wouldn't be so impulsive as that Prince."

TREY CLOVER

"Can you drive any faster, Deuce? No, I don't think we're late. Better safe than sorry! ... Suit, check. Speech, check. Myself, check. I've got everything in order, but... hah, I'd expect to do this type of thing a few years down the line, let alone object at a wedding at all. At least, it's the Prefect's wedding... That's such a weird thing to conceptualize at this point in time."

He really didn't have to be so dramatic about the entire thing, but Trey is really going all-out for this objection. Really, all he's done is seen movies where someone objects at a wedding and while he knows its entirely fictional, our boy here has to drive the point home; no one is marrying the Prefect today.

So that explains why he even bothered to dress up and rehearse a speech throughout the entire ride to the cathedral. He has Heartslabyul helping him out to secure an escape for you in case things went awry. Sure, Trey's Unique Magic won't come in handy but he's good with his words, and is relatively charismatic. He's earned that title of Vice Housewarden, after all.

All that preparation flies out the window when he sees you down the aisle, however.

"Trey?"

He's blinking profusely, almost flustered himself by how radiant you looked in that wedding dress. For a moment, Trey swears that he's had some sort of tunnel vision when all he seems to see is you. It strikes some envy in him when he reminds himself that this wasn't his wedding, and this wouldn't be yours either.

"Prefect..." Trey breathed out, struggling to recall the damn script he was supposed to follow. They are lost, just as he found himself lost in your sparkling gaze.

Screw the script, he was just going to have to wing this one.

He narrows his eyes onto the shocked prince, taking steps down that long carpet. "I've come to bring you back to Night Raven College."

Pierce raises a brow, glancing back at you and the intruder with suspicion. "On what grounds?" He questions snidely, uncertain of what to make of this new character. "If it is for anything trivial, then you may bother the Prefect later. You are obstructing a ceremony here, sir."

You recognize that dangerous glint behind Trey's eyes, and it only serves to make your heart race. Trey simply smirks, hiding away his hesitant exterior with a haughty farce. "I am afraid it cannot wait. I cannot allow the Prefect to be married without saying my piece."

He doesn't exactly know where all his bravado was coming from, but if he had to confess his feelings to you now, then so be it.

Trey looks at you, flashing a gentle yet sheepish smile. "Prefect, I fell for you. Hook, line, and sinker." You let out a dramatic gasp along with the onlookers, allowing a hand to fly to your parted lips. "I have harbored those feelings for a long time now, and I cannot bring myself to see you married without letting my heart be known."

Swallowing to himself, Trey's expression falters slightly, falling into one of softness. "Prefect, it is your happiness that I desire. No matter what happens, I will support your choice."

He didn't exactly have to tell you twice, not when you hurry yourself over to his side and latch onto his arm. You didn't have to feed his ego like that, but it isn't as if Trey had any room to complain.

Pierce is angered by the sight, glaring daggers at Trey with such envy and animosity. "Prefect, are you really leaving me on the altar?" As if to subtly annoy the prince even further, Trey hooks an arm around your waist and pivots you to turn. "It seems to be so, Prince Pierce. I fear that your beautiful bride will be stolen on this lovely afternoon."

You do not miss the way Trey smirks at your flustered expression. Just as he continues to walk you to the exit, you gritted your teeth at him. "Don't say such things!" You tell him as the heat rises to your cheeks. You hear him hum at your ear, followed by the slight press of his fingers on your hip.

"Why shouldn't I? You look beautiful in this dress," Trey murmurs in your ear, pushing the cathedral door open with his hand. "And I suppose that the prince hasn't coaxed this expression out of you. I almost feel sorry for him, that he never got the chance to see how lovely you are when you are putty in my hands."

Trey doesn't stop teasing you, even once you are back in Night Raven College. He wouldn't stop complimenting you either, aiming to have you as red as possible. He just can't help it. It's probably the high he got from confessing his feelings to you, or maybe it's the part where you're unsure if he was being sincere or not. Regardless, it was fun seeing you get all flustered because of him.

You are seated by the Heartslabyul's kitchen counter, snacking on some quick treats that Trey had prepared for you. He claims that it was a consolation for the fact you never got to taste your own wedding cake. Still clad in your grand wedding dress, you couldn't exactly care any less about the crumbs soiling the skirts. "You're no prince charming, Trey." You mentioned mid-bite, eyes glancing at the vice-housewarden who was seated across from you.

"What makes you say that?" He asks you with a slight smile, resting his chin on his palm as he shamelessly bored his gaze into yours.

You snort, rolling your eyes at his seemingly sweet disposition. "Prince Charmings don't tease the girls that they like until they're as red as Riddle." You huffed, digging your fork into the pastry. "You cruel man! You haven't stopped ever since you stole me from the prince!"

Trey chuckles, and you cannot keep yourself from gulping as he leaves his seat, sauntering towards you like a lion would his prey. "Oh? I suppose that I am no Prince Charming. I'm not a pure white knight either. If you think I am being cruel, I won't stop you, sweetheart."

Your heart stutters as he slides a finger underneath your chin, tilting your head so that your forced to look his way. Trey smiles at you, eyes twinkling with absolute mischief. "I highly doubt Prince Charmings steal kisses from their crushes either. For you, I will be kind. May I, sweetheart? I do not need your shoe size to know my feelings for you, at least."

CATER DIAMOND

"Gah, it just refreshed! They've just gotten past the walking part! Deuce, shortcut on your left! Sorry, I'm switching tabs between maps and the livestream! Prefect looks is such a cutie in that dress, it makes me so envious of the prince! Oh well, she really looks like she doesn't wanna be there anyways. I'm coming Prefect! I'll save you!"

There's just this image of Cater clinging onto Deuce on a blastcycle, raising his phone up for a signal as they attempt to maneuver their way through the streets. Everything just happened in such a rush, and Cater's scrambling to get to you. He isn't like Trey who bothers to prepare, but if anything, Cater will ramp up the dramatics to the maximum.

His real goal is just to get you out by any means necessary, and more preferably, without violence. So Cater will do what he does best; make a grand spectacle of the entire thing until the prince is forced to abdicate. Worst case scenario, he's going to drag you out the door and shove you onto the damn blastcycle.

If he has to play the part of your real paramour, then he hopes you'll forgive him. He's got the suit and the desperate look on his face ready to go!

Your jaw goes slack at the way Cater makes a dramatic run for the aisle, somewhat unused to that stricken expression on his face. You're almost concerned for him with the way he grips his knees, attempting to keep his balance as his eyes zone in onto yours.

"Prefect, you can't marry him!" It's too out of character of Cater, and you know better than to think he'd ever be this undone in public. "Is this what you really want?!" Before you could even reply, Pierce cuts in with a slight glare.

"And who are you to talk to my bride like that?" It is then when you catch wind of that mischievous glint in Cater's eye as he throws out his arm dramatically.

"I am the Prefect's sweetheart! Who are you to take my girlfriend like that?"

You have never heard the cathedral go so silent. You are utterly speechless, lips parted with absolute surprise. Clearly, judging by the way sweat had begun to form on the side of Cater's temple, you cannot help but think that this was all improv on his half.

Pierce turns to look at you, almost stricken by the ginger's declaration. "Prefect, is that true?" His voice trembles with fear. "Is that truly your... sweetheart?"

A part of you feels a bit sorry for what you were about to do, but you had to remind yourself that you had been dragged into a wedding on the same day you met this prince.

You are running now, sprinting to Cater's side as you clutch his hand in your own. Turning back to the scandalized prince, you nod firmly, playing along with the farce. "We've been dating for a long time now! And I'm in love with him!" You declare, sending gasps throughout the entire cathedral.

You glance up at Cater, mustering a smile across your features. "You came to save me!" He's almost surprised by the way you cling onto him even harder, but it only serves to sell the act even further. Cater smiles in return, holding you closely. "I'd never let you go, cutie. I love you too much to let you leap into the arms of another man."

Maybe the act is too good, too calculated. That is exactly what goes through your head as Pierce raises a brow in suspicion, narrowing his eyes onto the pair as if attempting to spot a mistake. "Is that so?" He murmurs until he crosses his arms, disbelief on his skeptical expression.

"Prove it."

Cater and you freeze up simultaneously, heads turning to glance at one another. He looked so caught off guard by Pierce's demand, and there's so many eyes on you both.

"You're both longtime sweethearts, right? I wouldn't want to split apart such a happy couple..."

Cater is staring at you, attempting to read your expression. It's difficult, especially when you look at him as your gaze gets even more glossy. He wouldn't want to do anything you didn't want to, and he's already readying himself to sprint out the door with you in tow.

"Prefect, you don't have to—mmph!"

You wasted no time in snaking your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against him with such boldness. He could feel you pour all your wants and longings into the kiss, the plush of your soft lips melding into his own. How could he not deny you his own affections, not as he cups your cheeks with his slender fingers and presses back against you.

He dares to go even further, pulling back for a slight gasp of air before diving back into you. Much to his delight, you aren't pulling away either, choosing to even entangle your fingers into his hair for leverage.

Then you hear a groan from the prince, followed by his pleas for you two to stop this display. It seems that he got the point now, at least.

Even as both of you exit the cathedral, Cater still maintains the image that he was your boyfriend. You don't exactly protest, and even then, it didn't seem to different to the way Cater had been treating you as a friend. He is still as clingy as ever, closing the physical proximities by having you hang onto his arm.

And you best believe he's snapping as much photos of you to commemorate the event. He's already updating his MagiCam account on his success, not to mention the pretty girl on his arm.

"Cater, what are you doing?" You asked, unable to hide the grin on your face as Cater sets up his camera against the tire of the blastcycle. You could see yourselves on the reflection of the device, followed by the grand beauty of the cathedral behind you both. He grins at you as he shifts at your side.

"What? It isn't everyday a cutie like you gets to look like a bride. We got the perfect backdrop!" He sings, sliding an arm around your waist as he strikes for a pose. You follow his lead, matching his energy with each shot.

"Careful! People are going to think we're dating for real!"

Cater smirks at you, leaning in closely to your ear with a sickeningly sweet tease. "Wanna make it official then, cutie? Can't have any random princes asking for your hand, not when you're dating me." He is not stranger to the way you blush, letting out a chuckle at the sight.

"Aw, cutie! Are you still thinking about the kiss? I didn't think you would be so bold about it." Pressing a quick peck on the cheek, he rests his chin on your head as he prepares for another pose. "Don't worry. CayCay's gonna initiate it next time!"

DEUCE SPADE

"Grim, which way?! I can't see the GPS! ... Don't I just have to go in there and yell 'I object'? It looks easy! I'll say it then drag Prefect out of there... Ha?! I need to prove that I have a good reason to get her out? Fine! I don't care, the Prefect needs me!"

Possibly the closest we will get to a legit Prince Charming. Perhaps Deuce is a bit on the rugged side, but he's possibly one of the most earnest and noble students from Night Raven College. He cares about you more than he cares about getting his feelings across, but that is not to say he won't be honest about it either in this confrontation.

He's not exactly sure on how to break up the ceremony. Grim and Ace are coaching him through what to say, and admittedly, the process seems too complicated. All he knows is that he has to run through those doors and convince the prince to not marry the Prefect by any means necessary.

"Deuce!"

He is the one to always come running at the sound of your name. Deuce had been someone you trusted during your stay here in Twisted Wonderland, and you never seemed to stop and think about just how attached that boy was to you. Sure, you held him closely as a friend and held affections for him, but the way he sprinted towards you was a testament to how much he cared.

"Prefect!" You are racing to meet him halfway, launching yourself into his chest. He catches you barreling into his suit, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a protective manner. Then he takes you by the soldiers, looking down at you with such concern and worry. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" He fusses, earning a shy smile from you.

"I'm okay, Deuce. I'm okay."

"And what is the meaning of this?"

Catching sight of the infuriated prince, Deuce beckons you to stand behind him. Cerulean eyes narrow onto the groom with animosity, accompanied by the way his hands are itching towards his wand. "I can't let you marry her. The Prefect will be returning to Night Raven College with me." You can sense the nervousness in his tone, but Deuce remains firm in his words.

Pierce's eye twitches, and he scoffed in disbelief at Deuce's protective display. "I am afraid that cannot be possible. I am marrying the Prefect, and that is final." Clicking his tongue, Pierce rolls his eyes and holds out his hand for you to take. "Come, darling. I am not surprised that you have garnered the affections of an admirer, but I fancy you more than this one ever could."

Something in Deuce snaps as he lets out a cry.

"But I love her!"

You stiffen against his back, taken by surprise by Deuce's sudden confession. And the boy glares, and it almost so painful for Pierce to keep his stare, not when there was so much conviction and certainty behind Deuce's voice.

"I've loved her longer than you have, and known her much longer than that!" His voice cracks underneath the emotional turmoil bubbling within him. "Did you even stop to consider what she wants? Did you wonder if this wedding would make her happy in the first place?!"

You take note of how Deuce's fists are clenched pale, how his breaths had suddenly grown haggard. With a soft expression, you curl yourself onto his back, arms hugging him from behind in an attempt to placate him. His body stiffens against your hold, but he reaches to clasp your hands onto his own.

He is just thankful that you aren't seeing the way his eyes had begun to water at the thought of losing you entirely. "So please," He chokes out, expression twisted with a sort of agony.

"Please don't force her to marry you. She deserves so much more than that."

Thanks to the waterworks that Deuce had caused, the wedding was called off. There was just no way that the prince could marry you after Deuce poured his heart out to deter him from wedding you.

It's almost sweet, the way that Deuce lifts you onto the blastcycle and fixes the helmet onto your head. He encourages you to hold onto him tightly as he speeds away from the cathedral, all the more determined to settle you back into NRC.

By the time he's dropped you off at the Ramshackle Dorm, only then does he take the time to bask in how radiant you appeared in a wedding dress. Thinking about his crush in a wedding dress had never crossed Deuce's mind before, but this definitely gave him something to ponder about for the next couple of nights.

You are handing him the helmet, a shy smile surfacing across your features. "Thank you for saving me from that awful wedding." Deuce clears his throat, shifting his gaze as he takes the helmet from your grasp. "I didn't want you to do something you weren't willing to. It just isn't right."

He doesn't realize just how dry his throat as gotten when he cannot bring himself to keep his thoughts to himself. "I love you. I really do, and I wish I said it at a better time." He swallows to himself, letting the embarrassment burn into the back of his head as he recalls his declaration. It was only natural that 'like' would turn into 'love' after being your close confidant for this long, pining quietly during the months spent with you.

You cannot exactly blame him either, not when his feelings were entirely reciprocated. You shift on the balls of your heel, biting onto your lower lip.

And in a swift motion, you lean in to press a chaste kiss against Deuce's warm cheek. You pull away to bask upon the stunned expression on his face, only to give him a shy smile of your own.

"Would you be down to try confessing again tomorrow?"

ACE TRAPPOLA

"BAHAHAHAHA! THERE'S NO WAY THE PREFECT IS GETTING MARRIED. WHO WOULD EVER WANNA MARRY THE PREFECT? PFFFFT, GRIM, YOU'RE SERIOUSLY PULLING MY LEG HERE. YOU EVEN BROUGHT ME A FAKE INVITATION! AIN'T NO WAY THAT SHE— Oh... Wait, really? The wedding is happening right now? ... Oh."

Ace thought you were just messing him again for that one time he said that no one would ever be interested in you. He simply said that to discourage you from trying to pursue a relationship with anyone else, but he didn't mean for you to prove him wrong like that! He never believes Grim until Deuce, Riddle, and the rest of Heartslabyul receive invitations to a wedding that was meant to start in 3 hours.

This is the absolute worst time to be in denial about his feelings. The Prefect wearing a wedding gown is one thing, but another is the fact that the groom is some pompous prince from Royal Sword Academy. Does that guy seriously think he was your type? No way! Ace knows you better than anyone on this campus, so this guy can buzz off!

A part of him did think that you were serious about marrying this stranger. In all fairness, Crowley's allowance pales in comparison to whatever Mr. Money-Bags had over there. He wouldn't blame you if you were marrying the guy for money.

Still, the last thing he wants is for you to be whisked away to who knows where. Ace would never see you again, and as embarrassing as it sounds, he did get very attached to you. Yes, a part of him wants to keep you to himself, but he also values your autonomy here. And if he knew you that well, he knows that you wouldn't want to be married off like this.

"Prefect, I'm here to pick you up."

You are actually surprised by how princely Ace looked in that moment. Dressed in a suit befitting a groom, you could help but feel your breath stolen away once his scarlet eyes were pinned onto yours. You could have been fooled then, and perhaps, Ace did turn into a prince as he marched down the aisle with his arm outstretched for you to take.

Ace never realizes the way a victorious smile creeps onto his face when you break out into a grin, taking the skirt of your dress as you make run for it. The crowd gasps as you crashed into Ace's chest, and he does not hesitate to take a protective stance in front of you. With a haughty laugh, he smirks at the baffled prince. "Who are you?!"

The redhead's arm wraps around your waist, pressing your body closer to his own. "Sorry about that, but I'll be taking your bride indefinitely! Trust me, you'll be severely disappointed after spending one good day with her!" He snickered, much to your horrified expression. You lightly smack at his chest, glaring at him with that pout that he adores so much.

"Hey!" You whine, and Ace simply beams at the prince who hesitantly steps forward. The redhead snorts, rolling his eyes at the crowd that are offended at his immature display. "I'm doing you a great favor here! If you kissed those lips, she'll turn into an ugly green ogre by sunset!"

"HEY!"

Pierce's eyebrows are furrowed as he looks at you, as if pleading for you to return to his arms. "You'd best return her, boy. We can settle this maturely." Ace does not like the way that these bodyguards are eyeing him, shifting closer and closer as he backed you both towards the venue entrance. He never falters, and neither does that shit-eating grin on his face.

"Sorry, buddy. The clock's struck midnight and all your magic tricks are fading!" He barks. Now, he knows that an escape must be made. The last thing he wants is to have another Eliza-episode. He looks down at you with a wide grin, clasping you arm with a firm squeeze.

Ace sneaks into his pocket, still looking at you. "You know something, Charmant? Maybe not all the magic has gone yet." His hand reveals the Ace of Cards, and it is immediately thrown up into the air.

As the card reached its peak in height, a burst of smoke filled the air, obscuring the magician and yourself from view.

You don't exactly need a signal to start running when your feet began moving on their own, dashing towards the door followed by the Ace's laugh and the prince's demand for guards.

Ace has no white horse, but he has Deuce with his blastcycle! Who knows how the three of you managed to fit on that bike, but you made it work! The guards couldn't exactly catch up in their cars, not when Deuce was dodging vehicles left and right to make this escape. Ace did take one final look back, sticking his tongue out at the defeated prince before you all disappeared around the corner.

Ace gives you his shoes, despite how oversized they may be. You complained about those glass shoes on you, and to 'shut you up', he's given you his runners.

When you make it back to Night Raven College and all the adrenaline has died down, Ace stays by your side the entire time when you explain the entire situation to Crewel and Crowley. He acts so nonchalant about things, even as you both walk all over the campus like groom and bride.

It's a rather odd sight; you in your wedding gown, and Ace right next to you as you both sit on the bench by the Great Seven's statues. Students wandering about at night had given both of you puzzled stares, but no one is ever surprised when they realize it's you and Ace, however.

"Wow, Prefect. Not even a thank you?" He glances at your slightly annoyed expression, throwing his hands up defensively in response. "I was kidding about the ogre stuff! Really!"

You could only roll your eyes at his words, huffing as you crossed your arms across your chest. When you refuse to speak, Ace sticks out his lower lip into a pout as he leans his head onto your shoulder. "Come on, don't be like that. Are you actually that upset about it?"

There is no response from you, not even a glance as your nose is turned away from him. Then Ace sighs, practically clambering over your lap just so that you are forced to look at him. "Prefeeeect, I said I was sorry! What? Do I have to kiss you to make me apology authentic?"

Only then do you look back at him with a raised brow, almost expectant. Ace blinks with surprise, a slight blush creeping to his ears. "For real? You're serious?" He exclaimed, much to your agitation. You sigh even louder as you shove him off your lap, hastily getting up to your feet to leave him behind.

"Wait! Prefect, I said wait!" You feel a hand on your wrist, twirling you back to face the redhead. Ace bites onto his lower lip, unable to keep the red from flooding his cheeks. "I really just said all that mean stuff to get the prince off your back, you know? I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

And when he sees that smirk creeping up onto your features, he groans as he leans in closely into your space.

"Now look at what you've done! You had me all panicked over what?" You feel his breath tickling your lips, followed by the way his hands crawl up your neck to cradle your jaw.

"If you just wanted a kiss, you could've asked..."

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nodoubtily · 3 days ago

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ni-ki helping reader with her big boobs insecurity 😫

TW: smut so MDNI, receiving head (f received), fingering, body insecurity, angst, happy ending, body positivity, loving boyfriend.

You’re so upset. Of course it wasn’t working.

You stare at your reflection in the mirror, breath shaky, heart beating irregular. You look behind you through the mirror, admiring Niki, your boyfriend, as he adjusts his hair to his liking. He looks so good, so attractive, so expensive. Glancing at your own reflection, you can’t help but tear up.

Niki had picked the dress for you, envisioning the event. It was a sleek red wine, backless dress and he just knew you’d look so pretty.

Except he was wrong. All because of your chest. The chest that had overcame you with so many raw feelings of hatred. Your eyes can’t tear away from the flaw. They stick out, causing the dress a look of discomfort and stretch, and it’s unflattering. You can’t ignore it. The sight you see floods your brain, and it becomes more difficult to keep the tears at bay. You feel so close to breaking.

Every day, this disgusting feeling bubbles in your soul, causing genuine heartache. Without fail, this insecurity ruins every outfit you wear. If only you had smaller tits. All your small chest friends complain about how little their’s are, but you’d give anything to lose the jugs. Tears prickle down your face, stinging, eyes and nose red, mascara smudging with every tear that drops.

You look behind you again, to see Niki sitting peacefully by the foot of the bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he patiently waits. Your chest quivers, your bottom lip pouting unintentionally.

“Baby,” you break the ‘comfortable’ silence. He looks up at you. “You should go without me.” Your pain taints your voice, and you sniffle louder then you’d want. His ears perk, and his eyes flash with worry.

“Hey, what’s wrong.” He gets to you as soon as he sees the smudged mascara, and the way your hands twitch. He comes up right behind you, spinning you to face him, and not the mirror. He drinks in the sight. Your eyes red, flooding with tears, nose snotty and the sadness overflowing everywhere. Your arms cross against your chest, hiding them from view. “What’s going on? Why can’t we go together?”

“I just don’t really…” your voice breaks off, finding a reason to not want to go. You really do, but you also don’t want to subject yourself to a whole night of more sadness. You didn’t want to ruin what is supposed to be a fun atmosphere. “I don’t really feel well.”

“Then I’ll stay and take care of you.” Your eyes widen.

“No!” You say at once, shaking your head. “You haven’t seen all the guys in so long. And I know you were excited to see Jay’s and his Ms’s child. So go, I’ll just stay in bed, resting.”

“What’s going on baby? Why are you lying?” Of course he knew you were lying. He knows so much about you. More then you do about yourself.

Your eyes meet his, and you can’t help but break down. He really looks amazing. The casual suit tailored to his body so well, creating a look of class. You can’t help but wonder if he’ll ever find someone else. Someone else who looks pretty. Who is confident. Who is so beautiful in every aspect. Someone who is definitely not you.

Tears stream down your face like waterfalls, and the only time you move your arms from your chest is when you cage your face, hiding the ugly away from someone who’s just so gorgeous.

“Y/N…” Niki’s heart breaks without you knowing. He hates you seeing so upset. “Why are you cr—“

“Why me, Niki?”

That question caught him off guard. “Wha-?”

“I’m not pretty. I’m not confident. I don’t have the appealing body— like look at my fucking chest. It makes everything I wear so disgusting, and unflattering. You must be embarrassed to be seen out in public with me because I am such a eyesore it’s pathetic. Why me. Why me out of all the pretty girls who gawk at you, ignoring me who’s right there with you. It’s like I’m invisible. I’m not pretty. I’m not funny. I’m just a boring, ugly person who so happens to be dating someone so pretty as you—“

Niki’s lips find yours quickly. His hands gently holding the sides of your face. When he pulls away, his eyes gleam with such sadness. “I don’t like hearing you speak about yourself like that. Baby, you’re so much more than that. You’re so much more than all the other girls who stare. I love you for you. I love you because you’re my girl. My pretty, funny, kind, warm girl.” His words only bring more sorrow. “And your chest…” he sucks through his teeth, groaning. “Baby, I love your chest.” His words fluster you.

“I-“

“I love your tits. When you’re riding me, and they bounce so cutely. When you’re bent over the counter and they’re smushed against it, your sensitive nipples pressed against the coldness of the surface, clenching your pussy because of it. I love your body. But I especially love your tits.”

He turns you around again, and you face the mirror. His words had done something to you, distracting you from the sadness that had overcome you.

His hands danced along your hips, before leading their way to your collarbone, before placing his hands on each of your breasts. He squeezes them, and you twitch. His hands massage and caress, his index and middle fingers rolling your nipples around, adding more sensitivity. You can’t help but whine a little.

“Want more?” Niki asks you, low in your ear. You nod. “Yeah? Want me to show you how much I love you?”

“Yes please.” You reply airily.

“Still a good girl, even when you’re sad.” Niki leads you to the bed, gently laying you down.

“What about dinner with the boys?” You ask, remembering about the reservation.

“I’ll explain it to them tomorrow.” He shrugs it off. “They’ll understand what I mean by when I’ll tell them my girl needed me.”

His hands glide the silk off of you, down your hips, tickling your legs when it’s pulled off. He sighs loudly. “Fuck. You’re so pretty.” He sighs, drinking in the sight of you, naked, make up smudged, your body proportions speaking to him in a different language. A language only him and his growing boner can speak.

“Please touch me, Niki.” He chuckles as you wriggle, embarrassed by the shameless staring. As if he would say no to your politeness.

Niki’s hands trace down to your inner thighs, and he gently pulls them apart, settling on his stomach, his eyes levelled with your aching pussy. He licks along your slit. You shudder. He only softly laughs.

“Needy baby..” he mumbles, before he leans right in. His mouth makes out with your clit, lips latched around the bundle of nerves, sucking powerfully. A loud moan elicits from you, ripped out of your throat.

Your thighs buck, and you find grave difficulty to keep your legs spread. Niki pokes his middle finger inside your cunt, sliding it in with ease due to your arousal. Another moan rips from you, and you unintentionally lock your legs around his head. Niki doesn’t seem to care, as he doubles in the pleasure. The band in your stomach only tightens, and you don’t know when you’re going to cum.

“C-close.” Your breathe is shaky, and you’re becoming only more sensitive. Niki pulls away from your cunt.

“Gonna cum on my tongue? Be my good girl?” He slides another finger in, stretching you slightly. You whine at that, hands clawing the bed sheets.

“Yesyesyesyesyesyes!—oh my god!” You chant like a mantra, chest heaving as you breathe heavily. “Fuck! Please let me cum.”

Niki fingers you with a fast pace, his goal to reach you to the orgasm you so desperately want. Your insides clench tightly around his fingers, and he leans down again, licking through your folds continuously, and that does it for you.

Your pussy explodes, walls clenching uncontrollably as your washed over with waves upon waves of ecstasy, a string of breathless moans flowing out your throat, deep from your chest. Niki groans, the taste of you sweet on his tongue.

Once you calm down, you whine in sensitivity as Niki continues to suck your clit, and he stops when he successfully slides his fingers out of you.

“You taste so good.” He grins, and you sleepily gaze at his face, drenched with your juice. He licks his lips clean, lifting the bottom of his dress shirt to wipe around his mouth. Your eyes fall to his abs, and you can’t believe how handsome he is. You’re truly lucky to have him, and you don’t plan on leaving. “Go to sleep. I’ll clean you up.”

“But..” you voice trails off, a yawn interrupting your speech. He only chuckles. Your eyes flow to his prominent bulge, and his eyes follow.

“Don’t worry about that. You just go to sleep, pretty girl.” He leans over to kiss you, and you taste yourself on his tongue. If you weren’t so tired, that’d start you up again.

“But-“

“Sleep, baby. It’s okay.” With that, your eyes sleepily drift, and the last thing you remember is Niki gently wiping you with a clean towel.

FIN

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maskedauthor · 2 days ago

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𝐅𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭- 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐬 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 2

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Female reader X Roman Reigns

Tag list: @cosmiccandydreamer @cutttteeee @potatosackk

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Tensions run high as the WWE Netflix debut kicks off with an electrifying opening segment. Unexpected confrontations shake the arena, leading to a shocking display of dominance and confidence. The crowd erupts as emotions and stakes reach an all-time high. Lines between reality and performance blur in a moment that leaves everyone questioning what’s next. The night ends with an unforgettable statement, setting the stage for what’s to come.

AN: nothing is ever proofread when I write anything long. So, if there are mistakes sorry.

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It had already been a month since you and Roman told Paul Levesuqe that you would carry on with your romance storyline. The netflix debut was finally happening and Paul had requested that you and Roman open the show. Of course, you both did not deny. Fans would go wild, finally getting confirmation of the two of you still being together.

Roman, who had previously been radio silent since the breakup, could not stop texting you. It felt good to have him back; it felt like you finally reunited with your best friend.

A text from Roman caused your phone to illuminate the dark hotel room. Without hesitation, you reached for your phone. The text read: ‘I just feel excited to have my partner back. You and I made and still make a great team, even though you never really needed me. You’ve always been amazing. I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N.’ The subtle trace of flirtation that was embedded in the text caused the words to still linger in your mind.

‘See you tomorrow, Roman. I can’t wait either.’ You responded.

The anticipation for the debut combined with the words Roman sent kept you from sleeping properly at night. You found yourself constantly tossing and turning, which was not good, but at least you felt excited again.

By the time you knew it your alarm went off, you realized you dozed off without realizing it. Thankful for the sleep your body allowed you to have, you woke up and grabbed your phone to turn off the alarm. You were slightly disappointed to not see a text from roman awaiting you, but you shrugged it off. Afterall, the two of you weren’t really back together– it is just an on screen romance now.

You set your phone back down, pushing the blankets off your body and getting yourself out of bed. You let out a sigh, stretching a bit before you got yourself ready for your morning workout. As soon as you finished putting your shoes on, a text from Roman appeared. It read: ‘meet me in 30 for a morning workout?’

The simple words lit up on your phone sent the butterflies in your stomach flying. It had you questioning yourself; could you really keep it professional with Roman? Could you swallow these feelings and forget about them? The uncertainty kept you from responding fast. After 10 minutes of interrogation with yourself, you replied with a simple ‘yes’. Now that you had him back in your life, even if it were just for business purposes, the addiction to him grew again. The more you wanted to walk away from this arrangement, the more you dug yourself deeper.

After what felt like the longest 30 minutes, you finally met with Roman at the gym. Roman opened his arms, gesturing a hug. ‘A hug?’ You thought to yourself before going in and giving him a big embrace. You melted into his arms, the smell of him consuming you. For a second, you didn’t want to let go. His scent, his embrace… it felt too intoxicating… it felt… like home.

You let go of his embrace, not wanting to allow him in your inner thoughts. ‘Keep it professional’, you told yourself. To your misfortune, there was nobody in the gym. Every other performer was out at their preferred gyms, but Roman always knew when they gym would be empty. ‘Great,’ you thought to yourself, ‘nobody to ease the tension… thanks, Roman!’

“I am too excited for tonight. The fans are going to absolutely lose it.” He said, while grabbing a mat and gesturing for you to lay down. Great, he remembers your routine– you always started with dynamic stretches. This specific one, though, was intended for when you had a partner. Roman and you would always do partner stretches… It was thoughtful, but you were already hesitant due to the thoughts flooding your mind. Still, you laid down.

Gently, Roman got down on his knees and lifted your leg. Slowly, he pushed your leg back, stretching your hamstring. “Yeah, I think so too!” You replied, trying to make sure there was no emptiness in response. His chest was pressed against your calf muscle while his hands rested on your knee, holding your leg in place. You could feel your heartbeat increasing already; Romans touch was always so gentle, but something about it always felt sensual. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks, but at this moment all you could do was pray they weren't completely red. After 30 seconds, Roman switched to the other leg. This time, his hand was a little lower, grazing your upper thigh.

Once you two stopped stretching, you could feel your heartbeat calm down. Finally, his hands were off you for a moment. You found yourself thanking God, but also craving more.

“Thank you for this, by the way. You didn’t have to stretch with me.” You said, getting up from the floor.

He let out a chuckle, “I know you, you can’t work out without stretching. Besides, partner stretches are our thing– and they feel better.”

The mixed signals he was throwing made you feel like you were going crazy; was he flirting? Was he just being friendly? You couldn’t tell, the lines started getting blurrier.

The two of you finished dynamic stretches and then went on to start your workout. You hopped on the treadmill, ready to run your emotions out. Roman followed right behind you, giving you competitive eyes. “You can’t go faster than me or longer, so don't give me those eyes, sir!” You laughed, pressing the green button on the treadmill to start it. Roman copied, letting out a full laugh now.

“I could outrun you any day, Hon'” he declared.

The nickname almost caused you to lose focus. He was getting too comfortable again, causing you to fall into a pit of mixed emotions. You locked back in on running. Of course, you won.

“Aww, man. We should’ve bet on that!” You laughed, turning off the treadmill.

After an hour and a half, you and Roman finished your workout and finally parted ways. Finally, you loaded up your tour bus and made your way to the arena. Every emotion in the human body was felt during that ride to the arena. However, you finally calmed down once you arrived inside. With a couple hours until showtime, you proceeded to get ready.

After hours of hair, makeup, and wardrobe, you were finally ready. You could feel your heart beating out of your chest as you searched backstage for Roman. Once you spotted him, it was like the two of you synced up; your eyes locked on to his.

“New gear? I’m a little jealous.” He laughed, eventually getting to you and giving you a friendly hug. Still, his embrace made you want to fall deeper into him.

“Of course. It isn’t everyday we get to open the show with a woman's match. I need to look my best.” You smiled, doing a twirl to show roman the full gear.

“I love black and hints of red, it really suits you, my tribal chieftess.” He jokingly bowed. You felt the heat back in your cheeks, but this time you knew they were red. There was no hiding it.

Soon, it was time to start the show. Roman gave you another hug before he went out and did his big opening entrance with Paul Heyman alongside him. Watching him work from the backstage camera, you prepared yourself to step out into the madness.

After everyone acknowledged him, Nia Jax paid a visit to Roman. The bit was that the bloodline had gone astray, with Nia Jax hating Roman for believing he was suited to make decisions on behalf of the family.

“Roman… I am going to have to stop you there.” She said, making her way to the ring.

“I am sick and tired of hearing you speak.” The crowd booed her, but she didn’t let it stop her. Paul Heyman was seen yelling at the referees to remove her, but of course, they didn’t. Roman looked at paul, gesturing for him to give her a moment to speak.

Nia continues talking, “You think you are better than us. Who crowned you dictator of this family?” The crowd still booed her.

“I think you know who did.” As if on cue, the crown began to put their pointer fingers in the air, acknowledging Roman.

“You’re not fit… you’ll never be fit. I think it's time for a new chief… Maybe a chieftess?” She laughs, cockily smirking at him.

“And what deems you fit? The fact that you

Roman’s smirk matched Nia's as he stayed calm, leaning into the role of the confident leader. He let the crowd react, then slowly stepped forward, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. With his piercing gaze, he locked eyes with Nia and said, “New chief? Chieftess? You wanna take the throne? You gotta be ready to run the whole show, and believe me, Nia, you ain’t ready for what it takes. But hey, if you want to keep throwing jabs at me, that’s cute... Just know, you’re about to be humbled.” He shrugged his shoulders, bringing the mic back down to his hip.

“Don’t get it twisted, Roman. You might think you’re untouchable, but let’s not forget—I’m the one who can knock you down a peg or two. And you? You might have the title, but you sure don’t have the respect anymore.” She let the words sink in before locking eyes with him, and in one swift motion, her hand swung out to smack him across the face. The crack of her slap resounded in the arena, as she backed up with a confident, almost playful look. Paul Heyman, who went absolutely crazy, stepped in the middle of Nia and Roman, of course without touching her, he yelled for her to leave.

There was your cue.

Romans music started playing, confusion painted on the whole crowd's face before you came running out. Bet the fans didn’t think you’d be here– let alone stealing Roman’s music; that was his idea, he thought it would symbolize unity.

You rushed into the ring, your body gliding through the bottom rope with ease. You made it to your feet, Nia Jax attempting to lay a punch to your face. As you got to your feet, Nia Jax swung a punch toward your face, but you ducked under it, spinning around to clothesline her to the mat.

As Nia laid there on the mat, you took the moment to taunt her, making the crowd go insane. They couldn't believe you were there, they couldn't believe any of this was happening! You stood tall over Nia before yelling, “Not today, Nia.” The crowd could barely hear it, but the camera’s caught it.

“Guess the chieftess has to teach you some respect, huh?” You yelled, your words echoing throughout the ring. Roman stood back, a cocky smirk propped on his face. His eyes glistened while watching you work. You ran to the corner of the ring, waiting for Nia to stand up.

“Oh no! I think she’s gonna do it, Pat!” Michael Cole announced.

“After a month off, she comes back like this? I think we are in for a promising return, Michael.” Pat offers his commentary.

The crowd's volume went higher– something you thought would never happen before. You got ready, planting your feet and taunting Nia as she rose up from the ground. In seconds, you ran and speared her. You stood up, flipping your hair out of your face. Nia Jax rolled out of the ring, stumbling when getting up to leave.

The crowd’s energy is still buzzing from your spear, and you use that moment to take control. With a fierce tone, you raise the mic to your lips, staring straight at Nia, who’s backing off, “You wanna challenge my man for the title of ‘chief’? You better show up with more than just talk and slaps. The only chieftess here is me. Better start respecting the name, Nia... or I’ll be the one making you bow down.”

With a confident smile, you drop the mic, throwing a glance at Roman, who’s still watching, clearly pleased by the display. You take a moment to soak in the crowd’s reaction before going to Roman, you plant a strong kiss to his lips, something the two of you had talked about. The intensity of the moment felt perfect. The kiss felt electric, with thousands of fans screaming. You felt romans hand snake to the back of your waist, pulling you in. You could feel the sparks as your hands went up and cupped his face. You didn’t want to stop, but knew you had to. You both pulled back from each other, sharing an intense stare. You wondered if he felt the same.

Romans music started playing once more. You, Paul, and Roman made your way out of the ring. Hand-in-hand with him, you both strutted confidently to the backstage area.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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wnbawag · 3 days ago

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Jacked and Kind

Pairing: Breanna Stewart x popstar!reader

Summary: Popstar!reader - think Chappell Roan.

Word Count: 2.1k

Note: Not proofread, I totally wrote this in one sitting and it's not the best lol :)

My Masterlist

The 2025 Grammy’s

“And the award for the Best New Artist goes to:”

The entire building seemed to hold its breath, all the contestants trying to school their features, camera’s panning to each contestant in turn.

“Y/N Y/L/N!”

The artist’s hit song, Pink Pony Club, played in the background as the cameras zoomed in on the winner, who was currently holding back tears while she hugged the people around her.

The building was on their feet, cheering as she made her way through the crowd, accepting high fives and handshakes from various industry giants before finally getting onto the stage.

The announcer gave her a hug, whispering how proud of her she was, before standing back to let Y/N get to the mic.

“Y’all I’m shaking so much, thank you so much,” Y/N said into the mic, lip visibly trembling as she looked around the room.

It was that moment that the entire building was reminded of just how young Y/N was, and they immediately supported her by cheering.

“I remember writing this album, these songs, back home in Kentucky, never thinking anyone would ever hear them. I’m just so happy that you all love them as much as I do, thank you all so much,”

Y/N stepped back from the mic, waved at the audience, and wiped away her happy tears as she was led off stage to do her interviews.

Post – Grammy Interviews

“Y/N Y/L/N, winner of Best New Artist tonight, here with us for a few questions. Now Y/N, you’ve answered a lot of questions about your music tonight, so I have something different. You repost lots of women’s basketball to your Instagram story, specifically about the new Unrivaled league in Miami. Tell us what basketball means to you and why you seem so passionate about women’s sports?”

“What a great question, yes I love women’s sports, and I am guilty of reposting almost everything I see related to Unrivaled,” Y/N said with a giggle, flashing a smile to the camera at her right.

“I love what Stewie and Phee have done with the league; I played basketball when I was younger, so I’ve always been a big basketball fan. I’m really excited that these women have another option in the off season, rather than going overseas being the only option. I love the idea of Unrivaled and it’s been so successful so far.”

“Is there anything you’d want to say to the league or the players who may be watching this?”

“Of course! I want to sponsor something or contribute, I’m not sure what but I’m sure they could help me figure that out! Stewie, Phee, or admin, hit me up!”

And with that, Y/N signed off, giving the camera a big smile and wave before walking off.

Little did they know that interaction was going to change their entire trajectory.

February 2025 – Miami, Florida

The past week had felt like a fever dream. Almost immediately after the Grammy’s, you got an Instagram DM from the Unrivaled Instagram account, asking about a good phone number to discuss a partnership.

This led to several meetings over the span of two days with the Unrivaled board of directors, who decided that they wanted your partnership in the form of content with the players.

Something you were so excited for.

They had you flying out by the end of the week with a schedule of content to make with the different teams.

Of course, you vlogged the whole way there. They were keeping you joining as a secret until you landed, so the content you filmed got sent directly to the media team to edit and have ready to post.

After landing, you were met with an Unrivaled rep at the Miami airport and driven back to the headquarters.

They got you settled in your own Unrivaled apartment, showered you with Unrivaled merch, and debriefed what you would be doing first.

Their first content idea had you hyped.

You would be joining the Mist for a practice.

The entire concept was so unserious. They didn’t expect you to really be able to keep up, they just wanted you to give it a go and build some chemistry with the players while the cameras rolled.

The idea was to get you doing basketball things with the different teams, then have you participate in the Celebrity game close to the end of the Unrivaled season, which would be a 3v3 of 3 celebrities vs. 3 Unrivaled players.

You thought the entire idea was super entertaining and were excited to get started the next day, bright and early.

Unrivaled Practice Facility – Mist Practice

“Alright guys, Y/N here, star basketball player, obviously, here to show some amateurs how it’s done,” You winked at the camera, mic attached to your shirt. You were dressed head to toe in Unrivaled merch, Mist shirt and basketball shorts proudly on display.

You had mentioned in one of the meetings with the board that you were good on shoes, you had Jordans.

Then found a brand-new pair of Stewie 2’s in the numerous boxes of merch for you, with a handwritten note from Stewie.

‘Don’t want you dirtying your pretty Jordans – Stewie’

So, of course, you were repping Stewie 2’s paired with some WNBA socks.

You pushed open the doors to the practice court, catching the attention of all the Mist players.

“Okay girls let’s get this,” You stated proudly, strutting in with the cameras following, goofy grin on your face.

You were met with lighthearted giggles from the team as they all came to introduce themselves, several telling you what big fans they were of your music.

Stewie was last to greet you, she had to lean down to hug you properly, whispering that she was so excited you were here.

After she stood back up, you realized just how tall she was, but she looked down at your shoes and smiled.

“Nice shoes, they look good on you,” And winked.

You might’ve felt your heart skip a beat, but that wasn’t important.

Phil Handy greeted you, shaking your hand and telling you he wasn’t going to go easy on you, with an unserious look on his face, before telling the team to line up at the court lines.

He explained a quick handling drill which comprised mostly of between the leg dribbles.

It was that moment you realized you didn’t know how to dribble between the legs.

Standing beside Stewie, you nudged her side urgently.

She looked down at you with a questioning gaze.

“Uh, Stewie? I don’t know how to go in between the legs,” Stewie’s eyebrows raised in understanding, she glanced and motioned to Phil, who nodded.

Stewie took you a few paces to the side and began showing you how to dribble in between the legs.

“You need to be lower than you think, yeah bend over a little, little more. Yup just like that. Keep your knees bent, I know it feels like you look weird, but I promise you don’t. Yup now just bounce it- yes exactly!” Stewie gave a little bounce once you got it, shooting a big grin your way.

Of course, the cameras were catching every interaction and eating up you and Stewie.

The two of you rejoined the drill and made the pass with the team. You were slow about getting across the floor, losing your ball several times as you bounced off your foot.

It could’ve been embarrassing, but Stewie matched your pace, laughing loudly with you whenever you lost your ball, and it seemed every bit of social anxiety drained out of your system with her beside you.

That’s how all the drills went, Stewie showing you exactly how to do the different handles, adjusting your stance on shooting, and explain the 3v3 and 1v1 rules as Phil ran drills. She partnered with you for every drill, giggling with you whenever you failed miserably and cheering when you managed to dribble correctly or sink a basket.

Even though it was all fun and games, you managed to dribble a ball behind your back in a cross over in a 1v1 drill against Stewie, then sink a 2-pointer.

You totally knew Stewie left you wide open on purpose, but you didn’t care when she cheered louder than you did as the ball sunk through net.

You understood why everyone who met this woman loved her.

As practice ended, Phil and the practice players had left the court while the rest of the team crowded around you to ask questions and talk.

At some point, Stewie had asked if there was anything you had ever wanted to do on a court, to which you responded you wished you could dunk.

Which led to Stewie leading you to the basket, ball in her hand. She passed you the ball, telling you to hold it while she put her hands on your waist, moving you to just to the side under the basket.

She leaned down, standing behind you, till her lips were level with your ear.

“When I say jump, jump straight up. Trust me, I got you,”

You definitely didn’t shiver at that.

She told you to jump, which you did.

You felt her strong hands on your waist lift, and you went straight to the basket, your head peeking just over it.

You excitedly dropped the ball in, giggling as Stewie carefully lowered you to the ground, hands never leaving your hips, even when your feet were safely on the ground.

You were barely paying attention to Rickea and Aaliyah yapping about some Tik Tok trend, barely paid attention when Stewie nodded in agreement, you nodded just to agree with Stewie.

And somehow found yourself in the Mist locker room, filming a Tik Tok. You heard the music “a boy who’s jacked and kind” come from Rikea’s phone and you immediately knew what you were in for.

But couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you and Stewie faced the camera, her easily lifting you up and onto her shoulder.

She shot you a smile before smirking at the camera and flexing the bicep that wasn’t holding you in place.

You couldn’t help the soft smile that graced your own features at her antics.

Stewie came along as you filmed other content with other teams for the rest of the day, claiming it was ‘co-founder duties’.

You didn’t miss the eye roll from Phee when she said that.

The two of you made eye contact several times during the Owls content, silently bonding over amusement from Stewie not leaving your side.

She found several excuses to pick you up throughout the day, saying she had never met someone so small.

You felt you should’ve been offended at the constant comments about your height, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when Stewie’s strong arms were wrapped around you.

Several times, you caught yourself staring at her lips as she yapped, something you were sure the cameras had picked up on.

Not that you really cared.

Board of Directors Dinner

The Board had invited you to a dinner after your first day, you were unsurprised when Stewie said she was going too.

Phee looked at her in surprise.

“Didn’t you say those things were stupid and you would never go-”

“Nope, I never said that. I live for stupid dinners,”

You and Phee made exasperated eye contact, choosing to not comment about the sneaky arm that had made its way around your shoulders.

You leaned into it during the dinner, keeping a hand on Stewie’s thigh or fiddling with her fingers under the table.

You definitely knew you were driving her crazy the entire dinner. Not that you cared.

Stewie had insisted on walking you home, even though you were living in the same building as everyone else for the time being. But you let her, leaning into her side while she wrapped a hand around to your hip, you let your own arm wrap around her waist.

Once the two of you were in the building, Stewie looked at you with a hesitant look on her face.

“I know we like, just met, but- only if you want to, no pressure or anything, but would you want to come back to my place and- y’know,” Stewie blushed, looking down at her shoes.

You giggled, the light sound bringing her attention back to you.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask,”

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