TAYVIS ONE SHOTS

Married Off For the Highest Bid

A/N NOT QUITE SURE IF THE TITLE IS WHAT THE STORY IS ACC ABOUT BUT URJA SAID SOMEONE SHOULD DO A TAYVIS ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU SO

IM ALSO GOING TO BE OFF IN PARIS TILL FRIDAY SO I WON'T BE ABLE TO UPDATE UNTIL THEN BUT I'LL TRY UPDATE ONCE I'M BACK

PLS VOTE AND SPAM THE COMMENTS

I SPENT A LOT OF MONEY ON STUPID THINGS :(
HOME BARGAINS GOT THE BEST OF ME 

I WAS TOO HIGH ON CARAMEL MACCHIATO

Taylor Swift sat stiffly in her mother's living room, her hands clasped tightly around a mug of untouched chamomile tea. She barely registered the soft hum of the piano in the background or the subtle floral aroma of the lavender candle on the table. Her focus was entirely on the man seated across from her. Travis Kelce.

The same Travis Kelce who had been plastered across her social media feed for months, thanks to his larger-than-life personality and endless football highlights. The Kansas City Chiefs' tight end. The face of charm, swagger, and relentless confidence.

And now, apparently, her fiancé.

"It's not as bad as it sounds, Tay," Andrea said gently, sitting beside her and offering a reassuring pat on her arm.

"Not as bad as it sounds?" Taylor repeated, her voice incredulous. She placed her mug on the table before her trembling hands spilled the tea all over her lap. "Mom, you're asking me to marry a man I barely know. That doesn't just sound bad. It is bad."

"Technically, it's not my idea," Andrea said, glancing at Travis' mother, Donna, who was seated beside him with a hopeful expression.

Taylor turned to Donna. "No offense, Mrs. Kelce, but this is insane. Arranged marriages don't happen in Nashville—or anywhere, really—in 2025"

Donna's face softened, her warmth almost disarming. "I understand how it must sound, Taylor. But you and Travis have a lot in common. You both lead incredibly public lives, and neither of you has had much luck finding someone who understands the pressure that comes with that."

Taylor looked at Travis, who had been unusually quiet throughout the entire meeting. He was slouched in his chair, his broad shoulders filling up half the space on the couch, his hands clasped in front of him as though he were bracing for impact.

"Care to chime in?" Taylor asked, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Travis smirked, leaning forward with that easy, self-assured air he seemed to carry everywhere. "What do you want me to say? 'Hi, Taylor, nice to meet you. Wanna spend the rest of our lives pretending this was all our idea?'"

Taylor's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure whether to laugh or slap him. "I—what?"

Donna shot her son a sharp look. "Travis, don't be rude."

"Rude?" Travis raised an eyebrow, his voice calm but pointed. "Mom, you sprung this on me an hour ago. I'm not exactly sold on the idea either."

"Then why are you even here?" Taylor snapped, her frustration bubbling over.

He shrugged. "Because my mom asked me to be. And, apparently, she thinks it's the only way I'll settle down before I'm forty."

Donna gave an exasperated sigh, and Andrea quickly stepped in. "Alright, let's all take a breath," she said. "No one's forcing anyone to do anything. This is just a... suggestion. A way to explore the possibility of something that might actually work for both of you."

Taylor rubbed her temples, feeling the beginnings of a headache. She turned to Andrea, her voice soft but firm. "Mom, I know you mean well. I know you're worried because I haven't been in a serious relationship since... well, since Joe." Her voice caught on his name, and she quickly shook it off. "But this? Marrying a stranger because it's convenient? That's not me."