Fablehaven Oneshots

Sin City

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Set during
Dragonwatch
Teen for implicit sexual overtones
⟢ Ronodin/Reader ⟣
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As Celebrant's secretary, you're bound to meet a plethora of interesting, powerful people. But no one has ever quite caught your eye like Ronodin.

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You didn't know what to think of Ronodin. A unicorn in the draconic independence movement? Seemed very unlikely.

However, your job was just to take notes in these meetings, so speculating on the unicorn in the room wasn't helpful. Or at least, that's what Celebrant would say.

Of course, you knew Ronodin's beauty must have opened a few doors for him—there's no way at least a few people hadn't caved to his devilish smile or the way he tousled his hair when he was listening.

Of course, you would never cave. You got to your right-hand position by being discerning and looking past all the façades.

Although, it didn't hurt if you only took a moment to admire him. His silk Tang suit jacket hung on his frame like a tailor had spent hours pinning it to his angles. His dark eyes swept across the table, piercing his opponents, before landing on you—standing in the corner.

Oh, well, you had been caught staring. Wasn't the worst thing to happen.

Ronodin raised an eyebrow in your direction and you cocked your head. What was he getting at?

His gaze returned to the meeting when another dragon asked his opinion on something.

You should be careful. It wouldn't do well to underestimate his cunning. No one could rocket to the top like he had without some manipulative strides. You would know—you had done the same thing.

Flipping through your notepad, you raised your gaze again. This time, you caught his stare.

A sly smile grew across his face. It looked so comfortable there—like he had popped out of the womb already his sinister self.

Narrowing your eyebrows, you mirrored his smile. Now, what's he doing ignoring the meeting? That was your go-to method in these rooms.

"Y/n?" Celebrant broke from the ongoing discussion and twisted toward you. He was in his avatar, but hints of his true nature lingered in his glittering eyes.

At the other end of the table, you saw Ronodin write something down. Was he noting your name?

No, forget that right now. The white whiskers of the most powerful dragon in the world were pointed at you.

You stepped closer, almost bumping into the long mahogany meeting table. "Yes, sir?"

"What were the latest numbers on the force in Titan Valley?"

You flipped to some random page and rattled off some data. Celebrant nodded and stroked his beard. "Thank you."

He turned back to the table and you returned to your corner. The data of the latest preserves spun through your mind as you attempted to organize your thoughts for Celebrant's inevitable debriefing after the meeting. You didn't even notice Ronodin's gaze until you were leaving, as you trailed behind Celebrant.