Prompt: In an effort to save two kingdoms, an arranged marriage was made. At his request, Prince Lin-Manuel Miranda was to be wed to you, the youngest daughter in your royal family. RoyalAU. Written for the hamwriters’ write-a-thon Day 1 prompt.
A/N: I will always get nervous whenever I post anything about this fic, because, let’s face it, it’s AU as hell. But I hope you guys like it! I already have about ~500 words for the next chapter. I know a few of you guys wanted to be tagged for this update but since I’m shit at organizing my page and I didn’t even think about writing it down as I got asked to do so, I couldn’t do it. But if y’all wanted to be tagged the next time I update, just shoot me an ask or message. I’ll make sure to write it down this time. As always, let me know what you think! :)
A firm shake on your shoulder abruptly pulled you from the realm of slumber. You pushed yourself up from the bed, eyes still bleary from sleep and muscles sore from the position you slept in. You glimpsed at your retainer who looked at you with worried eyes. “What is it?” you whispered, voice hoarse.
She hesitated before speaking. “It’s morning, your Highness.”
You rubbed your weary eyes, noticing for the first time that the sun had risen. You must have fallen asleep through your tears. You frowned, the events from the night before still heavy on your heart. “Is it already time for breakfast?” you questioned, grimacing as you pulled on the bothersome pins that were still tightly bound to your hair. A section of your long mane fell down in waves, curtaining your face, and your retainer immediately rushed forward to help you.
“Yes, your Highness,” she answered.
She beckoned you to sit in the vanity and you inwardly recoiled at your image. The kohl on your eyes was smudged and the rouge on your lips and cheeks was faded, the sight reminding you of a cheap jester. You inspected your retainer as she hummed to herself, her skillful fingers gently removing the pins she applied the night before. For the first time since you’d met her, you noticed that she was similar in age as you, her round cheeks and small stature a sign of her youth.
“What is your name?” you found yourself asking.
She paused, blinking at you in wonder. “My apologies, your highness. I must’ve forgotten to introduce myself in light of all the madness for the arrival of your family. My name is Elaina. I am your temporary aid until the wedding.”
You remained silent, the memories of your retainer from back home, Magdalene, fresh in your mind. The two seemed alike, yet Elaina seemed more soft-spoken, a trait that Magdalene lacked. The thought caused you to inwardly smirk, remembering the playful quarreling behind the closed doors of your quarters once you coaxed her into being comfortable with you. Magdalene was a very dear friend. The recollections of your retainer, coupled with the events from the night before caused the overwhelming sense of longing for home to rear its ugly head once more.
“We mustn’t dally, your highness,” Elaina urged, helping you rise to your feet, “I drew a bath for you. If we wait any longer, you will have an uncomfortable start to your morning.”
You peered at your reflection one more time and thought of the upcoming confrontation with your family, Prince Lin, and his family.
“Why yes, a cold bath would definitely be an unfavorable start to this exciting day.”
Today was a big day, it was Smackdown live and your long term (3
years to be exact) boyfriend Dean Ambrose had a title shot to become the 2x
Intercontinental champion. You so badly wanted him to win, it would be the
perfect set up to tell him about your long awaited 3 month pregnancy that you
had been waiting to surprise him with. You see, you and Dean had been actively trying
for a baby over the past year. Although it was hard considering you were also
on the road with him as one of Smackdown Live’s make up artists. It was safe to
say it was pretty early to be trying for children but you both knew you had
found ‘the one’ the moment you saw each other. When you two had first started
trying you were both extremely naive thinking it was going to all happen
quickly, but you were both very wrong. There had been a few complications along
the way - some hard to swallow and others well, they just mean’t you got more
time in bed with your man
But low and behold after many months and weeks of quite
literally relentless (but incredibly fun) trying; you were finally pregnant.
You had been bursting to tell him since you found out when you were just 2
weeks. But you had contained yourself and waited for the 3 month ‘safe point’
now was just a waiting game of pin pointing the moment you were going to tell
him. But tonight’s Smackdown match up provided that perfect opportunity - that
if everything went to plan.
You were currently backstage with Dean’s best friend Roman and
his daughter Jojo, you were both ‘hiding’ from Dean due to the fact Roman was
still meant to be with Raw on tour but he opted to come see his brother after a
long time apart and you were meant to be wrapped up in bed after a faux illness
you had suddenly contracted; this morning you had told your boyfriend you that
you felt deathly sick (which wasn’t a lie with morning sickness and all that)
and you probably wouldn’t be able to make it to his match tonight. You must
admit you felt overly guilty when you saw the dimples from his unusual morning
smile disappear as you told him you couldn’t make it, but those feelings
instantly went away as soon as you look at or even felt the 12 week scan in the
back pocket of your jeans. Or remember that your elaborate surprise would fix a
permanent grin to his features for a long long time. Roman was the only person
who knew about your pregnancy and he only found out an hour or so prior to meeting
him at Smackdown - but you had sworn him to secrecy, not even allowing him to
text his wife or Seth, you didn’t want people knowing before the person that
deserved to know the most.
As soon has Maryse’s hand connected with Dean’s cheek your heart
sunk - instantly recognising the imminent disqualification heading The Miz’s
way obviously resulting in him retaining. You looked over to Roman who at first
appeared pre-occupied with little Jojo, but you could see the same look on his
features as the one you felt in your stomach. The nauseous feeling only became
worse when you saw the ref raise his hand in the direction of the time keepers
area, you placed your head in your hands bracing yourself for the sound of the
bell - but slowly began to raise your head as the sound never came and Roman
gave your shoulder a slight nudge along with a heartychuckle. Your eyes wearily
glanced up to the screen to a smile formed on your face and giggle bubbled from
your rouged lips as your saw Dean being as stubborn as ever arguing with ref,
almost pleading the ref to not disqualify The Miz. You could see the sceptical
look dousing the features of the official causing you to cross your fingers and
bite the skin around your nails out of nervous habit - as soon as you saw the
officials hand rest at his side signifying the continuation of the match you
slowly let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding; hearing the
Samoan beside you do the same.
The match dragged on and you could see fatigue setting with in
both superstars, Jojo had long lost interest but you and Roman were still
perched on the edges of you seats - it seemed Ro wanted your plan to work
almost as much as you did. Your eyes drifted from the screen for a mere 5
seconds but were instantly diverted back as you heard a huge pop erupt from the
crowd - one so deafening it even brought Jojo’s attention to the TV. You
squealed in delight as you saw Dean hook Miz’s arms ready for ‘dirty deeds’,
you excitement rocketed as he successfully hit the devastating DDT and the
official began the three count. You rapidly slapped Romans arm as the referees
hand touched the canvas finalising the three count, you hugged Roman, your
heightened emotion caused makeup stained tears to fall onto his shirt.
“Y/N you have to go hide, you know he won’t be out there long”
Roman’s deep voice announced pulling away from the celebratory hug. You quickly
nodded in realisation and headed to the bathroom of the Dean’s dressing room,
assuring you left the door open a fraction so you could see your boyfriend the
moment he walked in. It was a short five minutes before you heard the two best
“Congratulations brother” Roman quite literally screamed at
Dean, you boyfriend chuckled pulling Roman in for a ‘bro hug’
“Cheers man, means a lot - happy to be holdin’ the gold again”
Dean mused gesturing to the title gleaming upon his shoulder. A look of
fondness adorned your face admiring how happy he was - and how he was about to
become a whole lot happier.
“Where’s Y/N man?” Roman questioned clearly trying to conceal
the smirk creeping to his face, as Dean scooped up Jojo giving her a massive
cuddle from her favourite uncle. You heart beat sped up and a feeling of warmth
swarmed your body just seeing just how much of a perfect daddy Dean will be.
“She couldn’t make it, she was really sick this morning” he
shrugged continuing to hold Jojo - the small girl amused by the championship
upon Dean’s shoulder. “I’m waiting on the soppy congratulations text that she’s
probably been typing for five minutes already” he rolled his eyes playfully -
that sentence was the perfect opportunity to reveal your presence. You made one
final check of you back pocket just to make sure the scan hadn’t fallen out -
as soon as you felt it that beaming smile broke onto your face again.
“What sort of champs girlfriend isn’t there to greet the champ”
you announced as you walked out of the bathroom door holding your arms out.
Dean promptly placed Jojo down and bolted over to you; picking you up and swinging
“I thought you were ill! You little bitch you lied” he scolded
playfully his scruff tickling your face as he kissed your temple.
“I did not lie, i did feel sick - but i wouldn’t miss the love
of my life getting what he wanted more than anything; his championship back!”
you argued defensively with a giggle, pressing your soft lips to Dean’s as he
continued holding you in a tight yet comforting embrace - that was until his
arms loosened around you and his face become more serious.
“Babe, i promise i will give you what you want soon - i’ll make
you happy, i already know you’ll be an amazing mother” he mumbled lowly his
piercing cerulean staring directly into yours as he gently intertwined his
still sweaty hands with your more delicate ones. You stared at him your
features perplexed in bewilderment - before you finally understood what he
meant; you had to try your hardest to conceal your smile before you spoke up.
“Maybe a lot sooner than we thought” you announced twirling a
strand of your loosely curled hair between your painted nails. He gave you a
puzzled look and placed his hand on your shoulder - daintily rubbing circles
into it with his thumb; something he often did to comfort you.
“Babe i can’t promise anything soon or tell you when it’s going
to happen but -” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence.
“I’m pregnant” you
spoke loudly over the rumble of his deep voice and the background noises of the
arena that all faded to silence in that one moment - a grin spreading from ear
to ear across your face as you saw, Dean’s eyes light up, something not even a
title win could bring to him.
“You’re lying” his
voice drawled out in disbelief as his muscled hands automatically left the go
of his precious title and made their way to your only minutely, protruding
belly. “I can’t - i can’t believe it” he blinked rapidly as his grin
widened exposing his pearly whites. “I’m going to be a Daddy!” he shouted
almost at the top of his lungs before encapsulating your small frame in his
much larger, herculean like one. Your small arms tightened round his large
frame as tears of pure joy spilled from your eyes and onto his vest clad chest.
The romantic embrace was cut short as your remembered the scan in your pocket -
he gave raised an eyebrow at you as you hastily tore yourself from his embrace
and reached to your pocket.
“This is why i was ‘ill’ this morning” you said sheepishly
handing him the tiny black and white scan. “Three months yesterday” you
smiled as his brows furrowed to study the small-scaled image.
“Babe… why has our child got like four arms?” you snorted
knowing he was bound to ask something stupid like that.
“Dean - did it not cross your mind that, ya know - that could be
two different babies…” your voice trailed off towards the end of the sentence
as you saw realisation set in his features.
“Woah woah - twins? You’re telling me that you’re bring two mini
Ambrose’s into the world at once? Jesus Christ someone send help” Roman spoke
up from the back of the room causing you and Dean to burst out in a fit of
giggles. You even heard Jojo laugh a little at her fathers comment. You quickly
turned back to Dean only to be met with a wistful kiss slammed onto your plump
“Twins eh? I can’t believe it. I am the happiest man alive right
now - all thanks to you Y/N. I love you” he spoke solemnly after pulling away
from the short but love filled kiss.
“I love you too Handsome” you beamed up at him. “However as
much as I’m enjoying this huge mushy love stuff - I’d much rather enjoy some
fries and a chocolate milkshake.” Smirking as you saw the disgust on Dean and
Roman’s faces you spoke up again. “C’mon the twins are hungry” you
chuckled beginning to make your way out of the dressing room.
Roman and Dean shared a look before shrugging, starting to
follow you and Jojo - who had already left her daddy to be with her favourite
“Hey, congrats man. This’ll be the most joyful, yet most
stressful thing you’ll ever experience. But trust be it’s worth it” Roman mused
as he stared at you and Jojo lightly skipping through the halls; the words left
his mouth with wisdom and experience causing Dean to let out a hearty laugh.
Before he spoke - almost out of earshot
“All I can say is - I truly am THE happiest man alive.”
A/N: This one was soo good to write! All
the daddy dean feels!! I’m also very very sorry this one took so long to upload
- i’ve been ill and it made me kinda unproductive - whoops :/ But anyways i
hope you all enjoy - oh and if you enjoy this i could make it into a series?
I’m not sure. But happy reading! ~ Moxxii :) x
“Did you really think you were hired just to schedule my appointments and take notes during meetings?” Somehow his words floated through my mind every time I ended up like this: my head spinning, a certain numbness humming violently through my body. My fingers clung uselessly to the fabric of his shirt. His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me up, flowering bruises against my flesh for me to find hours from now. In one swift motion, he slammed me back down against his length. “S-sir,” I stuttered, and he loved that. He let out a moan into the skin of my shoulder, my blouse slinking down my arm. I must have been one hell of a sight. How did I get here? I wondered. To think I stepped into this office a year ago with the expectation of getting some valuable experience seemed like a joke now.
“You’re my personal assistant, and I’m going to need…company, from time to time.” He had paused with a smirk painted across his lips, undoubtedly studying my wide eyes and stiff stance. “Of course, I can always hire someone else.”
His every grunt
was achingly breathless, pants short and breath intoxicatingly warm as the
steel framed headboard continuously hit the bedroom wall at a ridiculous pace.
My eyes fluttered lightly shut in a moment of uttermost sweet satisfaction;
back arching high off the bed, my naked chest pressing hard against his as his
thrusts became more powerful, less manageable, forcing my body further and
further into the soft mattress and my limbs to become entwined poetically
between familiar, silken sheets.
last gasp escapes past my arid, dry lips and with a kitten like hiss my head
falls back to hit the high pile of pillows behind it. An electric pulse of
contentment, of honesty, of wholeness paints artistically over my body as it’s
shining stars I begin to see. His fingers are quick to brush hair out and away
from my eyes; tenderly tucking loose strands as neatly as he can behind my ears
and promptly, before I even had a chance to figure out something to think or
even speak, outline my lips and sweep tenderly across my warm, rosy blushing
“You are so fucking
murmurs into the crook of my neck like a school boy getting lucky after a
second or third date; his teeth nipping at the salty, sensitive skin and his tone
of voice is somewhat deterrent; the first thing that comes to my mind is the
thought of capriciousness and irresponsibility that like a bad reputation,
comes undeniably with him.