#wagaerion

Aerion, 19 and freshly landed in London, dancing in some elite club that Daeron managed to get them in, the one time Aerion is blessed Daeron left France to pursue a music career in Britain…

he’s come over to meet his father, after not seeing him for twelve years, but knowing he works with some sports management so he must have contacts... right?

but now he's in that club, dressed in some sheer silk or satin number, absorbed solely in the music, some vodka coke in his hand when he feels someone behind him

hands are on his waist, dragging him back, hot breath on his neck. Aerion knows he should turn round and tell them to fuck off but there’s something about this moment… the way he's being handled, the soft rub of a thumb at his bare hip...

a breathy voice tells him how good he looks in his ear. A hint of German on the accent, though sounding like they grew up from their teens in London..

then Aerion looks down to the arms wrapped around his waist and there are tattoos… the number 10? a stadium? an A? (Aerion likes that one already…) and some kind of canon…

Aerion assumes he’s a footballer from them and smirks to himself - the man clearly values secrecy

so that’s how Aerion finds himself bent over a sink in a far too large bathroom, those same tattooed hands digging into his hips as he’s fucked hard from behind, his moans drowned out by that one Maddison Beer song…

the footballer is handsy, grabby, pulls Aerion’s hair, nips at his neck and everytime he pulls out he teases Aerion before fucking back into him, unrelenting, bruising, punishingly. And he won’t let Aerion look up at him, pressing a forearm into the back of Aerion’s neck, the younger boys hands gripping tightly onto the marble

he comes untouched and leaves the club fucked raw, cum still in him, smirk on his face, happy with himself

and really it does come as a shock the next day when Aerion shows up to the family gathering not knowing anyone… only to know those tattoos and that voice

because fuck.

Aerion has been fucked by the golden boy of Arsenal

who happens to be his cousin…

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Valarr is out there giving his man of the match speech as his team are celebrating their win in the semi finals of the Champions League…

a female pundit is asking him about his goal, his assist and how his teammate saved that penalty, usual stuff

that is until she puts her hand in him and laughs and SUDDENLY, as if summoned like the devil, Aerion appears

he grabs Valarr by the collar and pulls him into a kiss, the MOTM trophy in Valarr’s hand nearly falling as he grabs his baby by the waist and responds on instinct

perhaps they've just been to one of Aerion's fashion shows, maybe they've just left the Ballon d'Or ceremony (we love model/WAGAerion x footballerValarr) and the cameras are flashing against the windows are they've pulled away

Aerion is still dressed for them

something sheer beneath his coat, jewellery catching whenever another camera goes off, makeup untouched except for where Valarr’s thumb had pressed against the corner of his mouth before they left. Valarr is still in his tuxedo, bow tie loosened, one hand resting far too high on Aerion’s thigh while he stares determinedly through the partition as though he possesses even a fragment of self-control

and Aerion knows exactly what he is doing...

he has spent the entire evening being photographed on Valarr’s arm. Leaning close to whisper in French whenever reporters approached. Letting his hand settle against Valarr’s chest for the cameras, smiling sweetly while Valarr’s jaw tightened beneath the lights

then the partition slides up

the flashes become muffled

Aerion turns towards him and asks, in that soft Nîmes accent Valarr is never prepared for, whether he enjoyed the show...

Valarr says, “You did not wear that for the show.”

Aerion smiles

“Non?”

as though he had not watched Valarr watching him from the front row. As though he had not chosen the shortest possible version of the outfit, then spent the entire after-party brushing past him while pretending it was an accident

Valarr’s hand tightens around his thigh

Aerion glances towards the darkened glass and murmurs something in French about the driver being able to see them, except his voice makes it very clear that this is not a warning

Valarr tells him to behave

which is, naturally, the worst possible thing he could say to Aerion

because now Aerion is shifting closer, one knee sliding between Valarr’s, hand on his crotch, lips near his ear as he whispers, “Est-ce que tu aimes ça?”

and Valarr, who can face ninety thousand people without appearing nervous, who can take a penalty in the final minute of a match, who has just spent hours smiling politely beneath chandeliers and accepting congratulations, completely loses the ability to form a coherent sentence because his beautiful French boyfriend is asking whether he likes it while the city lights move across his face

the driver turns the music louder

it does little to drown out the sounds, the hand prints on the fogged window, and so what if he looks just once through the tiny gap to see that pretty model on his knees with the captain of his beloved football team's cock in his mouth...

I love Aerion born and raised in France. Because if the French are one thing, it is that they have strong opinions. Aerion always speaks his mind and isn't afraid of ruffling a few feathers. He's also a big snob and thinks footballers are dumb and crass. And then he meets sexy sexy Valarr in a nightclub. Imagine his shock the morning after their hook up when he realizes what Valarr does for a living lol. :P

ok ok yes and yes

they've named the training ground after the company that baelor heads and Valarr can't escape it for one moment. there's a shirt sponsor with ties to the company and everyone on socials (mainly rival fans) HAS to let him know he's only there for the money

but then you see Valarr on the pitch and wow, actions speak louder than words. He's a craftsman, technical, magical, sees passes before they even happen, knows the right pass, the weight of the ball and WELL THERE YOU GO!

Then there's Aerion. Rich, blond, foul mouthed, dresses beautifully, speaks beautifully, the lot. He HATES footballers, thinks they're useless and dumb and then he meets Valarr...

and ooohh boy. Maybe its because he's only met defenders (the joke Valarr give shim), but he's never met such a thoughtful, intelligent man in his life. the way he speaks about football itches Aerion in all the right ways and well...

chat we are cooookiinggg!!

Baelor and Maekar don't see each other, Aerion and his brother's raised in another country (let's chuck at French bc French Aerion would be a sexy little minx)...

Valarr definitely goes by his first name like brazilians do, I love it. Also bc Targaryen isn't fitting well on the back of a shirt smh...

Then when they finally meet the parents like you say, Maekar's face goes RED and he realises who he is speaking to and Aerion is confused and then BOOM, we're on to a winner...

And then when they're already dating/married, and Valarr gets a lot of abuse for whatever reason on social media, news media etc, Aerion just gets mad and makes a rant on social media... and this gets Valarr into a lot of trouble haha. I dunno, do WAGS get media training too?

And Valarr has to take Aerion on a yacht during football summer break! Just the two of them. ;)

The image in reference ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to Arsenal FC if you're unaware... There be SOME FINE ASS SHIT MEN.

nahhhh but can you imagine this? Aerion is on a night out and sees this JAW DEFINING sexy man celebrating something and (i know you said not famous but if we try this way hehe) Aerion has NO IDEA who he is bc he doesn't follow football but HE KNOWS HE WANTS HIM

so they hook up and Aerion then notices all of the shit and figures out who Valarr is and is highly embarassed, leaves early in the morning

turns out Valarr becomes OBSESSED. Plays football poorly when Aerion isn't messaging him, distracted, falling QUICKLY!

AND YES THE SUMMER YACHT AND AERION AS THE MOST DESIRABLE WAG AND AERION AT THE EUROS AND THE WORLD CUP AND IN A CROP TOP OOOHHHHHHH

darling this is the funniest thing (also not funny bc sorry men who have this issue...) but also HILARIOUS!

bc imagine Aerion scrolling through twitter and there's just a thread of people discussing why, after x many years of marriage, Aerion is not pregnant and he, naturally, is FUMING

he presents, at dinner, the point to Valarr who shrugs (the man is far too tired from training but nods when Aerion starts counting on his fingers).

but this irritates Aerion to no end. So he starts demanding Valarr take him on every surface in the house. He stops taking his pill, demands Valarr finish in him every time ("quick, quick, put it back in!") and lies there, legs up after to ensure he is fully sated.

as his own beliefs, Aerion falls pregnant far too quickly, surprising even himself, and stares in the mirror, the test before him.

Valarr comes back from a game, jubilant from victory and winner Man of the Match, to find his little dragon in his jersey, nothing else.

he smiles, a usual, until Aerion does a little swirl, showing that it is in fact a new shirt

Daddy 10

printed on the back

and Aerion does post the pictures online, even dropping it in the thread he read with just a sly little dig,

looks like it works just fine :) baby Targaryen, due May x

hahha well I’m sure the sibling bond will not take long to recover… besides, Daeron could never truly hate Aerion and I don’t count egg as a human so fuck him hehe

as for the footballer au yep that one alongside Kostio will be my next ventures, probs need to name that one so I don’t have to keep calling it footie one… hmmm

Victory through harmony (Victoria Concordia Crescit) is the Arsenal motto so maybe I will rework that into something high valyriannnyyyyyy

Or if we just want something simple, Married to the Game is a great reality show soooo could be the moveeee