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ak319 · 2 months ago

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Yan G!P Princess x fem reader

Part XII ➺ Prev

⤷ Series m.list

Warnings/MDNI: Suggestive content.

tag: @nayykura

By 11 a.m., you’re already in the car, heading to the Vanity Blast match. You sit by the window, the faint hum of the engine filling the silence, your gaze fixed on the world outside. Dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, you look effortlessly simple, but that simplicity seems to chip away at Kade’s composure.

Seated beside you, Kade leans back with her hands folded neatly on her lap, though her thoughts are far from orderly. Her eyes, despite her best efforts to keep them straight ahead, keep drifting toward you. There’s something about the way the fabric of your shirt hugs your frame, the unguarded nature of your posture as you lean slightly against the window, that stirs something in her. It’s not jealousy exactly, no, she knows no one else will have you, but rather an unsettling discomfort.

Her lips press into a thin line. Jeans, she muses with a faint frown. They make you look so... casual. Reminds her of the time when she first laid her eyes on you. So unbound by the rigid expectations she’s used to. A part of her wonders if this is intentional, a quiet rebellion to irritate her. And it does. It’s not that she wants you in pearls and tailored dresses, but this look, it’s too relaxed, too untouchable.

Bloody sexy. Yeah, that's the right word.

But that's what she hated. There's going to be a whole fucking stadium and cameras...and even...

"You seem quiet," she remarks finally, her voice slicing through the stillness.

You don’t turn, your gaze fixed out the window, lost in thought.

Still, she hums softly, almost to herself, her fingers tapping a rhythmic pattern against the leather seat. Her eyes wander from your profile, lingering on the subtle details the way your hair brushes your shoulders, the light glinting against your skin, the tension etched in your posture.

"Stay close to me there, okay? Wouldn’t want you getting lost, darling."

Her hand reaches for yours, lifting it gently before pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, the one with the ring. She didn't need to remind you this time--Katie is also doing a good job keeping track of details. You’re finally learning.

Look at you.....good little wifey.

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The car slows to a halt at the stadium’s VIP entrance, the low hum of the crowd outside filtering through the tinted windows. The energy is palpable even here fans chanting, flags waving, and the occasional pop of a camera flash trying to catch a glimpse of the royals’ arrival.

Kade steps out first, effortlessly poised, her navy blue shirt highlighting her body, no less of an athlete, as she scans the scene with a practiced air of control. The subtle nod she gives to the security team sends them into motion, forming a barrier between the media frenzy and the entrance. Then, she turns, her hand extending toward you.

You hesitate for the briefest moment before taking it, stepping out of the car into the flurry of noise and motion. The sharp click of cameras follows every step as Kade’s grip tightens, guiding you close to her side. You glance up at the towering stadium, its massive LED screens broadcasting highlights of the match ahead.

“Smile,” she murmurs under her breath, her lips barely moving. “You’ll thank me later.”

You offer a faint smile, though it feels more like a reflex than anything genuine. The cameras don’t miss it, their flashes bright and relentless. Kade glances down at you briefly, her hazel eyes scrutinizing your expression before she turns back to the path ahead.

The two of you make your way inside, the stadium’s interior a mix of opulence and raw excitement. Polished marble floors gleam underfoot, contrasting with the distant roar of the crowd echoing from the arena. A dedicated royal lounge awaits on one of the upper levels, offering a panoramic view of the pitch and a degree of separation from the public chaos below.

As you ascend the private elevator, the silence between you and Kade feels almost suffocating. Her hand remains on your lower back, as in hips, firm. You glance at her out of the corner of your eye, catching the faint furrow of her brow as she stares straight ahead.

"You’re tense." You slide of her arm swiftly irritated internally which she expected anyway.

"I’m not," she replies curtly, though her clipped tone suggests otherwise.

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the lavishly furnished lounge. Plush seating surrounds a sleek glass coffee table, and a catering team stands ready with an array of refreshments. The large windows offer an unobstructed view of the stadium, the green pitch vivid under the midday sun.

Kade steps aside to let you enter first, her gaze briefly scanning the space before she gestures for one of the staff to leave. “Make yourself comfortable, love.” she says, her voice more controlled now, though the edge hasn’t entirely faded.

You wander toward the windows, hands slipping into your jeans’ pockets as you watch the players warming up on the field below. The roar of the crowd swells, and for a moment, you lose yourself in the sheer scale of it all. The pitch looks pristine, the kind of field you used to dream of playing on when you were in high school, the sheer scale of it all.

Ah, what a sport it is. The sight pulls you in, stirring a memory of those carefree days when cricket was more than a hobby; it was a rush, an escape. At the palace, it’s still an escape, albeit in a different way. Stealing moments to play on the manicured lawn when it gets too...overwhelming, with whoever you can drag into a game, is one of the few times you feel like yourself. But now...it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth, even seeing others play it, and even the ones cheering. They are there in the open enjoying it, freely, and the ones playing are free and here you are encaged, because of this sport.

Behind you, Kade moves with the same deliberate grace as always, though her eyes drift to you, your posture, your outfit.

"Kade, we will go down there once the match is over right?"

"Yes...we will. Why?"

"Nothing. Just wanted to."

"Course we will. To greet the players and...whatnot." there was a slight grimace in her voice which you caught on but didn't give flying fucks about but you knew why she was starting to get riled up.

Reece.

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The match ends with a triumphant roar from the crowd, a thunderous applause shaking the stadium as the women’s team gathers in a celebratory huddle. The energy is infectious, even for you. Now time for you both to meet the players. As the royal party is escorted down to the field, you find yourself smiling despite everything, a genuine smile, not the polite one plastered on your face during public appearances.

Kade walks a step ahead of you, her greetings leading yours. She watches as you step forward, seamlessly charming your way into the circle of victorious athletes. You extend your hand to one of the players, your posture relaxed but poised.

"Congratulations," you say warmly, and the player beams as she shakes your hand. "You were incredible out there. That second boundary? Textbook perfection."

The woman chuckles, rubbing the back of her neck. “Thank you, Your Highness. That means a lot coming from you.”

"You’d make an excellent coach," another player from the rival team teased, stepping forward to greet you. She’s tall, broad-shouldered, and carrying the kind of confident air Kade recognizes all too well. But what stings more is the way the player’s attention seems entirely focused on you.

"Me?! Oh, I wouldn’t dare," you laugh, shaking her hand with the same easy charm. "But I might steal a few of your techniques if you don’t mind, Briar."

The group laughs, and Kade stands back, observing. She’s hyper-aware of every movement, every smile you offer, every smile you receive. You’re relaxed, at ease, and for a moment, she wonders if she’s ever seen you like this in her presence. You’re glowing, bright, unguarded, and it draws people to you like a moth to a flame. It’s infuriating and captivating all at once.

"That’s quite the compliment, princess," the same player says, her tone just a touch flirtatious.

The fuck she------relax it's just a title. Kade’s jaw tightens imperceptibly, but she keeps her face composed, her hands clasped behind her back.

“Only if it’s deserved,” you reply lightly, turning to the captain. “You’ve done an amazing job leading the team. It’s not just skill, it’s discipline and teamwork. Really, it’s inspiring.”

The captain, whose jersey said, Lennon , added in smiling. “Coming from you, Your Highness, that’s high praise. We’ve heard you were a player yourself?”

You nod, modestly brushing off the attention. “High school days, nothing like this. But I know how much work goes into what you’ve achieved here.”

As you converse with the team, Kade chips in, offering her comments about the game, her presence commanding as always. The conversation shifts as they turn their attention to her, the weight of her status palpable even in this informal setting. Yet, her responses are brief, her smile tight, her eyes always drifting back to you.

You’re still smiling, still engaging effortlessly, and Kade feels a knot tightening in her chest. She knows it’s ridiculous, irrational even, but seeing the ease with which others bask in your warmth makes her chest burn. The possessive edge she tries to keep buried starts to creep to the surface.

As the players begin to disperse, one of them, Nadia, definition of macho, as in sharp jawline and tanned skin with soft hazel curls stepped forward with a teasing glint in her eyes. “We’ll have to invite you to join us for a game sometime, Your Highness. Bet you’d give us a run for our money.”

Before Kade can interject, you brighten instantly, your eyes lighting up. “Absolutely! Can we do it now?!” you say, your enthusiasm spilling out before you can temper it. "I’d love to."

"Is that so?"

Here she comes.

"Kade, my girl. How are you?" The two embrace, and then Reece turns to you. "Deni-I mean, Your Royal Highness. What an honor to meet you."

You were seething inside, but you smiled back. If Kade’s a bit pissed, then who are you to not enjoy being the center of attention from a horde of hotties? Reece, however, isn’t on that list anymore. She could never be the same for you and you don't want her to be anyway. Disgusting women both of them.

"I’m great," you replied smoothly, a flicker of something sly passing through your expression. "So Nadia here was challenging me. Guess I shouldn’t keep them waiting."

“I remember you being quite the bowler back in the day.”

You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you. “Oh, come on, Reece. That was high school.”

“Still. Girls, Princess Deniz here was one of the best,” Reece says, her smile genuine. "Let’s see if you’ve still got it."

"I never lost it."

With that, the girls led you to the field, while Kade and Reece stood off to the side.

Nadia practically drags you to the field while Kade stays rooted, her arms crossing tightly over her chest as Reece steps up beside her.

“You alright, Kade?” Reece asks casually, though her tone is slightly pointed.

“Perfectly,” Kade replies, her voice clipped. Her eyes don’t leave you as you take the ball, rolling your shoulders before lining up your first bowl.

Those motherfucking jeans.

Okay now she really wants you to drag you away or stay long enough to take you raw on the pitch-

"So uh-

"Hm?"

Reece gave Kade a confused stare before continuing, her voice light but curious. "I was saying, has she been practicing? Still has the form, doesn’t she?"

Kade nodded stiffly. "Yeah, she plays from time to time." Her eyes wandered to the batswoman hitting a four.

Reece smirked, her eyes glinting mischievously. "Guess you’re keeping her plenty active then."

Kade’s head tilted sharply toward her, a thin veil of calm masking her irritation. The words hit too close to home, it seemed. "I’d appreciate it if you kept your innuendos to yourself."

Reece laughed, nudging her playfully. "Oh, come on. That wasn’t even that bad. Touchy as always, aren’t ya?" For Reece, Kade's princess language and tone will forever be funny.

Kade’s jaw tightened, her words clipped but deliberate. "It was different before but now she has my name attached to her now, and that name demands respect."

Reece raised her hands in mock surrender, though her grin stayed firmly in place. "Alright, alright. No need to bite my head off, Your Royal Highness. I get it. You win. I am happy for you though , sis."

"Anyway, how's yours. Girlfriend or is it more now?."

"Engaged yes, wedding gonna be soon. Would love for you to attend. Also...a kid on along the way."

Of course.

Another couple basking in their perfect little fairytale. Their fucking breeding stage. Meanwhile, here she was, with a wife who could barely stand to look at her. No sign of consummation. No sign of progress.

Just fucking great.

"Congrats," Kade forced out, her tone clipped but polite. "She not here? I thought it’d be good for them to meet. Seems… fitting."

"Thanks," Reece said, her lips quirking into a faint smile. "But no, I don’t bring her to too many matches unless it’s something really big. She’s not much for the crowds or the noise. Besides," she added with a nonchalant shrug, "home’s where she belongs anyway. Get what I mean?"

"Mhm. Must be nice. Happy for you."

"Oh, looks like they waiting for you now. Go on, show her who's the real player."

Kade scoffed internally and made way with her ever charming smile plastered.

Amy: "Oh! What's this? Looks like a battle is about to unfold between the royal couple! How sweet! Let’s see how well Princess Kade plays against her own wife. I reckon this is going to be another one of those moments that's going to be captured for sure, just like that iconic shot at the airport, huh?"

James: "Absolutely! It’s going to be a spectacle, Amy. And speaking of the Princess, did you know that Milford was the captain of the team back in high school? Princess Deniz was in the same squad. The trio, Kade, Deniz, and Reece, are incredibly close, and I’d wager that with Reece as her mentor, the new Princess has more than a few tricks up her sleeve."

Amy: "Oh, for sure! But, I don’t know, James, I think Princess Deniz is more of a baller, if you ask me. She’s got that fierce edge. But let’s not jump to conclusions. Let’s see if she’s the new star of the field, or if Kade’s gonna steal the show today!"

The players exchanged quick words as Kade strode onto the field, her imposing figure drawing immediate attention. She adjusted her grip on the bat, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips as she glanced at you from the crease. The look in her hazel eyes was almost a challenge, as if daring you to bring your best.

You rolled the ball in your hand, your jaw set and your mind focused. Alright, Kade, you thought to yourself. First ball. You're out.

She stood ready, confident, her stance solid and self-assured. The crowd’s distant hum faded as you took your position. You drew in a deep breath, spun the ball one last time, and then sprinted forward, your arm swinging with precision as you delivered the ball.

The delivery was sharp, aimed just outside off-stump, with a deceptive spin. Kade’s eyes narrowed as she stepped forward, her bat swinging to meet it. But the spin was faster, sharper than she’d anticipated. It clipped the edge of her bat, shooting straight into the waiting hands of the fielder at slip.

"OUT!" the umpire, too enjoying it, called, raising a finger.

The field erupted into cheers, the players clapping and hooting on the side. You let out a triumphant laugh, unable to stop the wide grin spreading across your face. The other players were laughing and clapping, clearly enjoying the spectacle of her rare defeat, but Kade played along as if it didn’t bother her.

"Well, that was something," Reece chuckled, slapping Kade on the back. "Guess you can’t underestimate your wife, huh?"

Kade tilted her head, her smile widening. "Never doubted her for a second," she said smoothly, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. She glanced at you, standing with the ball in hand and a triumphant glint in your eyes. "She’s just full of surprises, isn’t she?"

The team laughed, some of the players teasingly ribbing Kade about her dismissal. "She’s ruthless!" one of them, Aria, joked, grinning your way. "Bet she’s been waiting for this moment!"

"Oh, absolutely," Kade replied, chuckling along, though her fingers tightened ever so slightly on the bat’s handle. She exuded pride on the surface, clapping when someone else praised your skills and even joining in on a few compliments of her own. "That’s my wife," she added, her tone affectionate and warm enough to convince everyone in earshot.

But inside? Inside, Kade was raging.

The sheer audacity. Out on the first ball? Really? The thought looped in her head, her irritation simmering beneath the calm mask she wore. She’d never admit it, but watching you celebrate your victory, watching the way the players gathered around you, grinning and singing your praises, made her blood boil.

She folded her arms, leaning casually against the railing beside Reece. "She really showed you up," Reece teased, clearly enjoying herself.

"You just taught her so well, didn't you?"

As you sauntered with a grin towards them, she paused, leaning in close enough that only you could hear her words. "You really had to do that, huh?" Her tone was low, almost amused but undeniably annoyed.

"Every single time," you replied with a shrug. "Howzat huh?"

"Well done, darling. You’ve officially become my biggest rival."

But you weren’t finished yet.

"Hey, Reece, you not playing?" you asked, tossing a glance her way.

"Uh-"

"Yeah, Reece, c’mon," Kade cut in, as she stuffed the bat into Reece’s hands. The aggressiveness that didn't go unnoticed by you. "Here. Show us what you’ve got."

Reece raised an amused brow but took the bat, adjusting her grip as she nodded. "Suurrrreee, why not, Kade."

As you and Reece walked back toward the pitch, she broke the silence with a casual question. "You not going to bat?"

You smirked, tossing her a sideways glance. "I’ll stick to what I’m good at."

"Aye, but don’t get too cocky. Unlike your wife, I’m not going to lose on purpose."

"She didn’t lose on purpose," you shot back, your tone sharper than you intended. "Kade never likes losing. As her best friend, I thought you’d know better."

Reece paused, her gaze flicking to you with a faint smirk. "Hm... sure, Deniz."

Oh, so that’s how it is, huh? Both of these arrogant fucking assholes.

"Take your place, Milford," you snapped, cutting off the conversation as you strode to your spot. Mentally, you were already plotting her downfall.

Doubting my skills? I’ll show you, you smug motherfu-

Amy: "OH! Reece takes one run. Perfect yorker by Princess Deniz, by the way. Neat. I almost feel like I'm watching a professional here."

James: "Right with you on that one, Amy. Oh, looks like she’s ready to roll again, and oh-"

YEAH! RIGHT UP YOUR ASS!

You couldn't help the wild, triumphant grin that spread across your face as Reece's wicket fell. You laughed, trying to keep your composure, but there was a rush of satisfaction coursing through you.

The team gathered around, congratulating you, but your eyes stayed on Reece for just a moment longer. That smirk she wore so confidently? Gone. In its place was a genuine smile one you knew would mean a lot more than any victory.

Oh, what a day. Even if it was just on the second ball, it was so... so fucking beautiful.

"You are on fire today, Deniz." Reece’s voice had a mix of admiration and disbelief, but you weren’t in the mood to let that go easily.

"Can't say the same about you."

Just as you were about to bask in your moment, you felt a familiar presence, Kade’s hand slipping around your waist, a subtle reminder of her ever-watchful nature. A low murmur of bodyguards filtered through the crowd, and Kade’s voice cut through, smooth but commanding.

"Enough playing. Time to go, darling. Girls! We’ll be sure to attend the finals, and I hope you make it to it."

"You can count on me pal." Reece patted her back. "And Deniz, proud of you as always."

"Not more than me."

She ended the exchange with that, her tone final, as photographers snapped a few quick pictures. Some of the players tried to pull out their phones for selfies, but of course, you weren't...allowed to. Guess the reason...

Sigh.

The management ushered everyone together for a quick group photo. You stood next to her, the team gathered around, and you couldn’t help but notice the way the others shot you playful glances, their admiration almost palpable. It was almost surreal, the spotlight shifting between Kade and you, and yet, the feeling was... oddly satisfying.

With the photo taken and a few more rushed pictures clicked, Kade immediately moved on, already guiding you away from the crowd.

"Alright, let's go. There's no time to linger." Her voice was sharp but carried a sense of finality.

Yeah, yeah... wallow in your embarrassment, Emsworth. You earned it.

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Back in the familiarity of the grand walls, you sigh softly, letting the tension of the day melt away. Kade walks a step behind you, her sour mood softened just slightly, perhaps a subtle acknowledgment of your exhaustion.

The staff greets you both with a quiet efficiency as you head upstairs. The moment you enter the bedroom, you don’t bother exchanging words. Instead, you head straight for the en-suite bathroom, already peeling off the layers of the day. Kade watches you go, her hazel eyes following your figure until you disappear behind the door.

Alone now, Kade exhales deeply, rolling her shoulders back as she sinks onto the edge of the bed, the plush mattress dipping under her weight. Her gaze flickers to the tray brought in moments earlier, your favorite tea steaming gently in its porcelain cup. She doesn't reach for it, though. Instead, her hand instinctively finds her phone, pulling it out as if to distract herself from the lingering restlessness clinging to her.

She scrolls for a moment, absently brushing her hair behind her ear, until a headline catches her eye.

“Royal Couple Turns Cricket Match into a Spectacle of Love and Rivalry.”

Kade snorts under her breath, opening the article. Her lips press into a thin line as she scans the accompanying photograph a candid shot of you mid-laugh with Lennon, the fucking captain, ball in hand, with Kade in the background, arms crossed, her expression somewhere between amused and exasperated.

The article gushes about your chemistry on the field, painting the day as a perfect display of royal charm and relatability. "A modern fairytale," it calls you.

“Modern fairytale, my ass,” Kade mutters, her tone dripping with sarcasm. Yet, she doesn’t stop reading.

The writer goes on to describe how your banter during the match was a "testament to their undeniable bond" and how the two of you seemed to balance each other perfectly with your playful competitiveness against her poised demeanor.

Kade’s lips twitch, torn between a scoff and a smile. All they captured was your skills, charm, and your personality. The new energetic and affable darling princess. What they didn’t see was the fire bubbling beneath her skin, the irritation from watching Reece’s familiarity with you, or the way her jaw clenched every time someone got too close. And the way you seem to really, really enjoy the attention.

She glances toward the bathroom door, half-expecting you to walk out any moment. Instead, a soft knock at the door draws her attention.

"Your Highness, your tea," a servant murmurs politely.

“It’s already here!” she calls back, her voice curt. She hears the faint shuffle of retreating footsteps and lets out a long sigh.

What a fucking day.

It wasn’t even the fact that she lost it was the fact that you had gone easy on everyone else. The others managed to hit fours, even ones. Reece too. But her? Not a single damn run. Out for a duck.

Kade’s jaw tightened as the scene replayed in her head. It wasn’t even a real match! Stop acting like such a child, Kade. Losing to your wife isn’t the end of the world-

Her fingers drummed against the edge of the phone, lips pressing into a thin line.

Hm...

A sudden thought struck her. She unlocked her phone, her fingers flying across the screen as she quickly typed out a message to her private journalist.

“Purposeful loss, always a loyal royal, Princess Kade.”

She reread the words, smirking to herself before hitting send.

"You better make it a good one, Jarek," she murmured under her breath, already imagining the headline. She needs to keep the public version of her, the composed royal, the perfect chivalrous spouse, a permanent thing. If she was going to lose, at least she’d control the narrative. Her pathetic fangirls would eat it up.

'Princess Kade is such a green flag! *insert squealing*'

Pft.

You came out in your comfort clothes, the soft cotton of your pajamas brushing against your skin. Kade’s gaze lifted from her phone, her lips curving into a faint smile as she spoke. "It's good that you changed into... pajamas. I thought we could spend the evening here and just not go downstairs-"

"Not even for dinner?"

"No."

You shrugged, sipping your tea as you plopped onto the bed. "Mhm, not hungry anyway."

Her hazel eyes trailed over you, lingering reverently as you scrolled on your phone.

"Enjoyed yourself today, I see..."

"Very."

"You still are, aren’t you?" she remarked, her tone tinged with dry amusement. "Reading those articles. I’m sure Julian will have a laugh tomorrow morning with this one."

You looked up briefly, smirking. "I didn’t ask you to lose. You just... did. I guess you were never good at cricket anyway-"

Kade’s lips twitched, her composure threatening to crack. "Well, perhaps because I play other sports. Or maybe because I don’t give a shit-"

Deep breaths, Kade. Deep breaths.

She swallowed the sharp retort sitting on her tongue, her jaw tightening ever so slightly. It’s not like you’ve ever asked me what I like or played anyway. Fine. It’s fine. Just tolerate it, Kade... like you always do.

"Sorry," she finally murmured, her tone clipped but steady. She stood, brushing invisible lint off her pants. "I’m going to freshen up, love."

Slam.

The sound of the bathroom door closing echoed through the room. You snorted, shaking your head. "Geez... what a drama queen." You settled deeper into the pillows, the soft warmth of the bed wrapping around you like a cocoon.

Grinning, you opened the match highlights again, the rush of satisfaction washing over you as you watched the video for what had to be the tenth time. God, that shot was gorgeous. Your smirk only grew as you replayed the moment Kade lost, the flush of frustration on her face burned into your memory.

"Royal Rivalry: Princess Kade Bowled Over by Her Wife’s Stunning Performance."

Your quiet giggles bubbled up again, uncontrollable this time. Oh, this is too good. Kade is going to combust. Did she already read it? Probably yes since how self-obsessed she is not to mention obsessed with your guys' relationship. You tapped the article open, the opening line already dripping with playful mockery.

You couldn’t believe it a faux, playful match had made you smile. A genuine smile, the first in days. Is this your bare minimum now? Giggling over headlines and the illusion of defiance? A bitter laugh escaped your lips as you scrolled back to the article, the warmth in your chest mingling with an ache you couldn’t quite shake.

God.

Which reminds you....

You still aren't done.

AN: Asks r open if u guys didn't notice :/

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