young justice imagines ;

b. markov x reader

b a l l e r i n a
fluff imagine

You were apart of the American Nation Institution of Ballet, and one of the best ballerinas for your age. You were lucky enough to be preforming in Markovia for the first time.
You were about to go out on stage when your friend whispered to you,
"Both the princes of Markovia are here tonight." Your eyes widened, you had never preformed for royalty before.
"That's so not stressful, why'd you tell me!" You tried not to freak out, shaking your nerves out.
"Medre, y/n!" She called out, wishing you luck.
As the lead, you had to do the best and of course, you did. By the end of the show the whole audience were on their feet clapping, including the princes. You got a lot at one of them, Prince Brion you presumed. He was dashingly handsome. 

It was when you were in the shower in your hotel room, washing off all the sweat and dance makeup when your friend can knocking.
"Y/n, you have a very special visitor!" You raised an eyebrow, suspicious.
"Well who is it?" You came out of the bathroom with a towel around your body. Your friend had a grin from wear to ear,
"Prince Brion and his brother." She told you as you almost fainted, you were in no state to talk to a prince, let alone two.

Your friend told the royals that you needs a minute to 'powder your nose.'
If you were in a coming of age movie, the next few minutes would have been a montage of you getting ready.
Finally, you opened the door to see the dashing Prince Brion standing over you, holding a bouquet of roses.
"You must be y/n!" He smiled handing you the flowers, "I thought your dancing was beautiful." His English was a little broken but his accent made whatever he said 10 times hotter. You took the flowers, smelling them.
"Thank you, your Highness." You bowed, trying to be polite. Broom frowned, placing a hand on your shoulder.
"Please, y/n that title is only for the crown prince." He looked back at Gregor who was awkwardly standing in the background.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know." You blushed, embarrassed but Brion shook his head.
"It's nothing to worry about." He smiled, "I didn't come here just to compliment you, I wanted to know if you would let me take you on a stroll of Markovia and even the royal garden."
Your eyes widened and you could here y/f/n snickering behind you, shoving you forward.
"Thank you, Prince Brion, I would love too."

He took you walking around the streets where you picked up slushies, saw street performers and of course, looked at the stars the glistened in the night sky.
"Tonight was amazing, Prince Brion." You gushed, he seemed a bit uneasy.
"Please, y/n, just call me Brion and besides the night isn't over yet." He took your hand as you slowly walked up to the castle grounds where the two of you walked until you can across the garden.
"This is beautiful, I can't believe you get to see this everyday!" You admitted, looked at one of the fountains.
"It is beautiful, but like you said I see it everyday. You on the other hand— you are a type of beauty that doesn't get boring." He complimented you and you blushed. Brion took your hand, kissing it gently.
You could barely believe what was happening, you were on a date with a prince.
"Thank you, your quite handsome yourself." You bit your lip and sighed. Brion stood up straight, raising an eyebrow,
"What is wrong, y/n?" He caressed your check as you placed your hand on top of his.
"It's just that in a few more nights I'll be out leaving Markovia and going to Paris for the next show. We probably won't see each other after that." You admitted. Brion only laughed shaking his head,
"Y/n, one of the perks of being in the royal family is our private jet. I promise you I'll fly out to see all your shows." He reminded you as you turned bright pink. You looked at his lips, slowly moving up on your tiptoes, to plant a innocent kiss on his lips.
You felt him kiss back and there was nothing that couldn't compared to that moment.