MASTERLIST.
SIMON RILEY
arranged marriage.
INTRODUCTION.

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MASTERLIST.
SIMON RILEY
arranged marriage.
INTRODUCTION.
fanfiction etiquette is practically nonexistent nowadays because why are YOUUU monetizing your fanfiction and putting it behind a paywall??? this is clearly some of yall’s first fandom i need anne rice to rise from her grave and smack some sense into yall
Simon riley x reader arranged marriage.
this is me backtracking. not part one yet but this is more like a deep dive into how the arranged marriage plan escalated. sorry!
there is also an introduction to the story, sorry if the order of the storyline is very messy its my first ever time figuring this out.
please bear with me if there are any Grammar mistakes or punctuation since English is not my first language!
also, thank you so much for the interactions and support on my previous aka my first ever post!
ever since you were a child, you were forced to be 'mature', 'responsible', often leading to you hearing people compliment on the fact. not knowing how much you despised the misery you lived throughout a stolen childhood.
your mother, the gentlest soul you've ever met, would lock you in the small room beside the living room before your father came home. where her soft perfume lingers in the walls and her screams of agonies bled through the same walls as you tried to muffle the screams of your own, anxiety and waves of panic spiking through your little frame.
the next day, you'd wake up, and slowly wander to the kitchen to find your father grinning down at you ear to ear despite what had happened the last night. your mother still passed out on the corner of the living room. his face was eerily joyous, overly perfect teeth aligned so properly as he lectured on about how lucky you were to have him provide and protect.
thinking back now, you wanted to disappear from the surface of the earth knowing you carried an undeniable part of him as his daughter. a tie that cannot be physically broken.
you had to marry simon as a business arrangement, simon's father had met your father at a pub, both clicking almost instantly as their similarities formed a connection where simon's devil of a father planned for a marriage, hoping it'd put simon's life even more miserable than it already is. he had pulled at a few ropes around simon's military career and trapped him further with a marriage. much to his encouragement, your father was well on board with the plan. he wanted you off his radar and possibly forever gone.
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at first he was hostile, completely aloof and mysterious. simon did not like you. and he still doubts he does when he sees you roam around his house...it felt like an invasion to his quite and very private life that he cherished. isolation has become his sanctuary and now you were ruining it in his eyes. though he knew that you were not completely at fault, but he despised you for how you didn't care at all.
usually other women would either throw themselves at him or completely ignore him. but you didn't. you seem to be stuck in the same hellhole as him and he saw the emotionlessness in your eyes when your father would make random appearances to 'check up' on the couple-to-be.
however, ever since you managed to get yourself into the same taskforce 141's base as simon thanks to your abilities as an excellent medic, simon and you were able to form a pact. he'd drive you both to the base and you'd make sure to drive back home. he'd prepare the food for the both of you whilst you would make sure that all documents were ready for you two for a quick divorce as soon as the contract ends.
it wasn't anything close to romance, more like a tolerable acquaintance into a life you both never fully accepted....
________________________________________________________________i hope this isn't too much im scared that the story in my head wouldn't sound as best on words.
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Simon didn't care about the fact that he shared a flat with someone. At all.
He was so non-disturbed about it in fact that he put no effort into acting even half-decent.
It wasn't rare to see Simon jerking off in his room with an open door, or watch the tv with his cock out, that a towel should be covering.
He just... didn't give a fuck.
It was annoying. Sure.
But you weren't gonna leave it that way. If he was gonna be an ass. You were gonna be an even bigger ass.
You made sure to put lipstick on every time you made yourself coffee, taking his mugs, pressing the stain in there real good and letting it marinate for a couple hours. Maybe even days.
Borrowed his towels, since you shared a bathroom, and made sure to use them for makeup removal.
When you put perfume on you also made sure to drown the room in it.
Everytime you were bringing out the trash, you took his boots, which made you waddle... but that's not important, what is important is that you made sure to get them dirty as fuck, mud, sand, rocks in them?
You did your very best to be the absolute ass you could be able to be.
Only for the whole thing to be answered with a dirty pair of your panties on your bed, with a heart on them, made of seemingly semen.
"Got you pretty good, huh?" A very proud voice said from your doorway.
That night you learnt that being an asshole was his way of flirting... and he thought you too... were flirting.
Which is also how you ended up bent over that very bed. Those same panties stuck in your mouth while he rearranged your insides and sucked on your neck like a vampire.
By the time he was done with you, you did feel like all the blood had been sucked out of you.
simon riley x reader arranged marriage.
i have been dying to write an angst linked to arranged marriage so here we go.
also, my first language is not English so please bear with me. thanks!
i think this is more like an introduction to my story. idk.
intro.
After snapping shut the remnants of your late mothers belongings in a cardboard box, you gently stepped towards the door, turning back to steal a final glance at the room. you could still fell her there, her perfume that she so carefully used, her lonely bed, everything that she silently weaved herself into within her lifetime of being married to a sick bastard of your father.
you, however, was not out of his gruelling claws yet.
Simon waited quietly near the doorstep of the now deteriorating house, waiting for you to come outside, his strong figure unmoving and daunting amidst the cold fog that was now reaching the area. you felt almost numb, leaving the small house felt like abandoning everything that was and has always been yours.
quietly shaking your head when Simon asked to carry the box for you, you got in the backseat of his car, holding your mother's belongings close to your heart, oblivious to Simon's lingering gaze from the Rear view mirror.
you and Simon had gotten married in one of those city halls where people who were in a hurry to get married did, the witness being only your father with his relieved yet cruel smile and the wedding registrar who looked like he couldn't give two shits throughout the whole 'ceremony'. your father had arranged this, obviously. he wanted you off his back and one of the lieutenants of the military wanted someone close to him in order to get into the task force. just like that you were pawned off before you could open your mouth to say a word. then, that was it. no fancy weddings, no honeymoons, no romance or love.
"I"m ordering takeout for dinner, pick whatever you want" Simon mutters as the both of you step into his house, looking at you. " 'm not hungry" you mumbled back as you slid into your room and closed the door as Simon let out an irritated sigh, running his palm over his face.
one thing that you hated about yourself is how pathetic you look after a good cry. nose red, cheeks rosy, your eyes glassy and swollen. and that is exactly what happened this morning as you lazily wandered to the kitchen to find simon having his coffee. his eyebrows raised as he takes you in. "you okay?" he pushes a cup with your coffee over the island towards you as you nodded. he had heard you over the not so thick walls of your home that night. sobbing to your pillow and gasping for air. "sure doesn't look it" he takes a slow step forward closer to you.
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