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The First Son And The First Spare

Pairing: FSOTUS!Rafe Cameron x Princess!Reader

Warnings: Panic Attack, Swearing, Mentions of An Attempted Murder, and SMUT.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 10.1K

Summary: Just because they are the children of world leaders, it doesn't mean that Y/N and Rafe have to like each other. But what happens when they have to get along with each other for the sake of their countries?

A/N: This is inspired by Red, White, and Royal Blue.

Masterlist

The traditional wedding march plays as Y/N watches her soon-to-be sister-in-law walk down the aisle. However, Y/N’s eyes can only see one person. She narrows in on the rude, egotistical, pain in her ass, who also happens to be the First Son of the United States. What she wouldn’t do to bash his head in with her bouquet? Unfortunately, it would be unbecoming of the Princess of England. Fiona finally makes it in front of Y/N’s brother, Prince George. The ceremony begins and Y/N feels as though time slows down. The only thing that can keep her sane is the hateful glares she sends Rafe. She prays no cameras to capture her un-Princess-like scowl. After an hour and fifteen minutes, George and Fiona kiss and leave the chapel. Y/N follows her siblings into the open air, catching Rafe’s gaze as she passes his pew.

———

Greeting guests is one of Y/N’s duties for today as well as maintaining her family's reputation. While the newlyweds enjoy a moment in private, Princesses Y/N and Amelia exchange pleasantries with all the arriving guests. “I may not be into men, but I get why girls desperately fawn over him,” Amelia whispers to her sister while waiting for the Canadian Prime Minister and his wife to approach. Y/N addresses the foreign leader with a shake of her head before addressing her sister, “Thank you for coming, Prime Minister. Who are you talking about, Lia?” The younger girl’s flicks her eyes over to the next people in line. Y/N follows Amelia’s eyeline to Rafe. She lets out a low scoff, “You have to be insane to say that.”

“Right, I forgot you have this irrational feud with him.”

“It is not irrational. It is not my fault that he likes to bother me like a schoolboy. He is immature and a playboy.”

“Y/N/N, it’s called flirting. How can you not understand that he is delicious? I mean look at those ocean-blue eyes.”

“Being annoying is not flirting. I really do not understand the attraction of him. My Phelan is handsome and gentlemanly. That is attractive. Not whatever Rafe is.”

Y/N shouldn’t lie to her sister, but she would rather be stuck in a room with her most conservative relatives than admit to finding Rafe hot. Little do the two royals know two children of a president are also having a similar conversation. “What did I do to Dad to make him send me here? He knows I hate England. Wheezie would kill to be here with you,” he mumbles to Sarah. She gives him a teasing smile, “You don’t hate this country. You hate the fact that one of its Princesses would rather be anywhere but near you.” “Please, I could care less about where Y/N wants to be,” he huffs, chancing a glance at the mentioned princess. “Funny how I didn’t need to mention her name for you to know who I was talking about. And before you try to argue, even if she likes girls, Amelia is a Princess, who can be places.” Sarah skips ahead of her brother without waiting for him to answer. He rushes after his sister to stand in front of the sisters of the groom.

“Sarah, it is lovely to see you again. Thank you for coming,” Y/N greets the First Daughter and sends her to Amelia. She turns to who is next in line, internally groaning once she sees him, “Rafe… Thank you for coming.” “What? It’s not lovely to see me, Princess?” Rafe taunts, feeling her fingers grip him tighter than necessary. She holds her head high and away from him, “You are meant to address me as Your Royal Highness.” She doesn’t say anything else; instead, she has her eyes set on the next people in line. Rafe walks toward the ballroom where the reception is being held. “How can someone so pretty have such a huge stick up her ass?” he grumbles under his breath. He thinks it goes unnoticed by everyone, yet Ms. Stick Up Her Ass hears it all.

———

Y/N’s hands rest on Phelan’s shoulder and hand. They twirl around the room in time with the music, oblivious to Rafe’s stare. The lip of the glass meets his as he takes a sip of his drink. The rum burns his throat. He doesn’t get what she sees in Duke Phelan. The pompous ass looks like a massive buzzkill. Rafe doesn’t care though. Why would he? There is no care in him for the woman in Phelan’s arms. He must admit, when he first saw Y/N, fifteen-year-old him couldn’t believe she was as beautiful as her pictures. It was the first event he had to go to with his new presidential father and she was the only person there around his age. He was in anticipation of meeting her throughout the opening. Their meeting didn’t go how Rafe planned. He had no idea what he did to set Y/N off because he was only met with an icy gaze. It was nothing like the warm glow he saw her give other teens on television or even the adults today at the Olympics. “It is a pleasure to meet you,” she quips quickly. The words were polite; the tone was not. It differed greatly from how she addressed the others. From that day on, it left Rafe with so many questions and the only ability to return her behaviour.

The song comes to an end and Phelan breaks away from her with a kiss on the cheek. “I must use the lavatory. I will be right back, Darling,” he informs her. She spends the time searching for a flute of champagne, heading to examine the cake her brother spent an exorbitant amount of pounds on once she found her drink. The flute is placed on the cake table. She doesn’t notice the other person waiting near the cake. “You looked so serious dancing up there. Do you ever have fun with that snooze,” Rafe comments, not turning in her direction. She rolls her eyes at him, allowing herself to go against decorum for him, “For your information, I have plenty of fun with Duke Phelan. Although, it is none of your business, sir.” He can detect her lies easily. He knows her tell. Her lies are given away by the slight tucking of her inner lip between her teeth. The minuscule tell keeps up with her royal appearance and is recognizable solely by people who know how to look for it.

This is the longest they have gone without sarcasm dripping from their voices, so Rafe takes it as an opportunity to have a decent conversation with her. “Do you ever think about getting married?” he asks, giving her his attention for the first time since they started talking. She gives him a soft smile, “I do. I’ve always wanted a smaller wedding, even though it is virtually impossible because I am a royal. I imagine something more intimate, exchanging vows with the person whom I love. I could pretend for once that my whole country does not place me on a pedestal.” He doesn’t mock her for her dreams like she expected, which surprises her. Maybe, they can be civil with each other. She spots Phelan in the crowd and starts to make her way toward him. Rafe spots her champagne and gently places his hand on her shoulder to point it out to her. He overestimates his strength, causing her to stumble backwards from his pull. She slips on her dress and backpedals into Rafe, sending both of them flying into the giant white cake. The buttercream and sponge of the cake paint their skin and turn them into an abstract painting. Rafe tries to get out from under her. He slips on some icing and this causes him to fall on top of Y/N. She groans at his sudden weight hitting her ribs, placing her hands on his shoulder to push him off of her. He plops to his side at the same time that Phelan comes running to her.

Phelan hands her his handkerchief to wipe her hands off prior to him helping her up. Rafe wants to laugh at the ridiculous notion of getting her to clean up before she can be aided. If required to get her standing, he would’ve picked her up by her waist without a care for the cake getting on his suit. The handkerchief is handed to a waiter and Phelan brings Y/N to her feet. Rafe stands up with no help, going over to apologize to Y/N. “This is all your fault,” she grits through her teeth. She and Phelan make their exit for her to return to her spotless manner.

———

“This is an absolute disaster, Y/N. We are supposed to be presenting a united relationship with the United States because of the upcoming deal the Prime Minister has with President Cameron,” her mother criticizes, showing the multiple headlines of the cake incident on the screen. Y/N’s head bows, “I am sorry, Mother. I will make a public apology to George and the public for wasting the money by destroying the cake.” “That will be added to the list of damage control. Nevertheless, that is not the main focus of this meeting. I called you here to inform you that you will be heading to America tomorrow,” Queen Isabel states, rounding her desk to sit in her chair. Y/N leans forward, “I am not sure I heard you correctly, Mother. Did you say that I am to be in America tomorrow?” “Yes, Y/N. You and Rafe shall pretend that you are actually the best of friends. You will appear at events and hold interviews together,” Isabel begins. “I do not care how much you both hate each other, you will act as if you love each other. Did I make myself clear?” Y/N nods at her mother’s warning, “Yes, Mother.”

———

Y/N always prefers to fly commercial flights. Her mother rarely approves of such flights, except because this flight is not in the original travel budget for the year, a commercial flight was needed to stay within budget. It allowed Y/N to feel normal for once. She could people-watch without the stares of other people, not being recognized because of her coppery-brown wig. The different hair causes people to hesitate if they think she is her and they eventually chalk her up to being a look alike. The copper colour was chosen because it stood out but not too much. She spent her flight people-watching and reading over the dossier on Rafe. It doesn’t surprise her that he is studying Business at UNC-Chapel Hill, Ward after all comes from a business background. Even with the insistence of helping her from her bodyguards and assistant, Y/N persists in getting her bags herself.

During the car ride, Drew, her bodyguard, quizzes her on Rafe for the upcoming interviews. “Where did he grow up?” Drew questions. Y/N doesn’t bat an eye, “Outer Banks, North Carolina. His father was from the Cut, which is the working-class side of the island, but with his developmental firm, he bought a house on Figure Eight, which is the wealthy side.” “You didn’t have to go through that whole backstory. You had it correct after the first sentence,” he notes. She gives him a knowing look, “You know I like to be thorough. Next question, we are almost at the White House.” “Right, who are his best friends?” Drew continues. She thinks about the question for a second, “Topper Thornton. Son of Dr. Cynthia Thornton and Cyrus Thornton, a lawyer. As well as Kelce Smith. Son of Linda Smith, CEO of Smith Enterprises, and Scott Smith, an investment banker.” “A very detailed answer as always,” he is about to come up with another question when the limo comes to a halt. “Your Royal Highness, we are here,” the chauffeur calls out from the front.

The car door swings open and Drew shuffles out of the car, holding out his hand for her. She brings her knees together and shifts her legs to hang out of the car. She looks around the North lawn to find it void of a certain presidential son. “You would think he would be here to greet his own guest,” she snarks when a fancy dark green car comes drifting dangerously close to her. Rafe exits the car with a smirk, “Don’t worry, Princess. You don’t have to be without my presence for very long.” She ignores his remark and pursues the Deputy Chief of Staff, Zahra, to where the interviews are being held.

Y/N sits on the sofa with her back straight, which contrasts Rafe’s slouched position. The first interviewer arrives with a notepad and camera. “It’s nice to meet you, Your Highness and Mr. Cameron. I’m Esther Sparks from British Times,” Esther salutes, shaking both of their hands. “It is lovely to meet you,” Y/N returns with a smile. Rafe mocks her, “It IS lovely to meet you, Ms. Sparks.” He sends a devious smirk and she brings her eyelids close together. They answer generic questions about each other by different interviewers until they each ask one question that they both use to take turns to embarrass each other. “Tell us about the cake incident,” they would each press.

“He very much wanted to try the cake.”

“She was so distracted by my beauty that she didn’t notice where she was walking.”

“He was very inebriated and he fell into the cake.”

“She was so jealous about her brother getting all of the attention.”

Each answer received a laugh from the interviewers. During the final recording, the man behind the camera actually had a different eye-widening query. He lays out pictures from the wedding. “In all of these pictures, there is a fire within both of your eyes. Is there something more than a friendship that you have been hiding?” Rafe’s water spews all over the coffee table. Y/N hides her disgust whilst responding, “That is certainly incorrect. I am in a very happy relationship with Duke Phelan. Anything you have interpreted is not based on facts.” Only the camera captures the slight waiver of Rafe’s mouth into a frown as he processes her answer. Even he won’t admit it happened.

———

Rafe waits by her bedroom door while she gets ready as ordered by Zahra. He didn’t want to escort the princess to the car, but Zahra argued that it would look good optics-wise if they went out to the car together. Right at twelve-forty-five, her door creaks to reveal the most laid-back outfit he has seen her in. She is wearing jeans with a plain pastel pink T-shirt. He has only ever seen her in formal pants, skirts or dresses. The most casual she has been in pictures is semi-formal. “Are you finished staring? We have somewhere to be,” she quips, leaving him to watch as her hair swishes from side to side. He chases after her and holds the door open to get brownie points with the media for being a gentleman. Once he catches up to her, he clarifies his reason for his earlier gaze. “I was staring because I didn’t know you owned jeans.”

“I didn’t know you kept up with my wardrobe.”

“I… I don’t. You just always dress like you are going to a wedding or something.”

“Well, I’m sorry that I can’t always dress like I just rolled out of bed. I, for one, have to maintain my appearance.”

He chuckles at her retort, “Damn, look who finally got some good bite to her bark.” Her eyes form a circle and she has to stop the small stutter in her step when he opens each door they pass for her. He has to admit he really does like her new style. She looks more relaxed and comfortable. They both slide into the car, waiting patiently to arrive at the hospital.

———

How can someone so rude be so good with children? They all sit in front of Rafe, listening to him read from the storybook. He would change his voice for different characters and the hand not holding the book would gesture wildly. The moment would be interrupted if she tried to join in on the reading, so she silently observed the scene. He really does enjoy entertaining the children. They feed off of his relaxed demeanour and return it back to him. A toddler waddles up to her, leaning back against her knees. She hasn’t exactly interacted with a lot of children, so she doesn’t know what to do with him. At this time, Rafe finishes his book and glances at the uncomfortable look on her face. He leans in, letting his lips meet the shell of her ear. “He wants to sit on your lap. Pick him up by the waist and put him on your lap.” She gives him a hesitant look, doing as he instructs. She struggles a little and Rafe helps her by gently pushing the boy onto her lap. The young child is satisfied with the result. He turns into her hold, sucking his thumb with his head in her neck.

A thought pops into Rafe’s mind that makes him reevaluate his life. Y/N holding the toddler brings up the image of her doing the same with their own children. To have those thoughts, he would have to like her and that can’t be right. He can’t have feelings for Y/N. He doesn’t even know her last name. She speaks like an old person all the time and she can’t stand him. This must be a mistake. A trick of his brain. Because there is no way that he is falling for her.

———

After a successful afternoon of spending time with children in the pediatric unit, Y/N and Rafe are heading back to the car. A pop sounds throughout the room and Y/N docks for cover in a panic. Rafe reacts on instinct, using his body to shield the crouching Y/N. Drew rushes the two public figures into a storage closet and orders them to stay there until he comes to get them. Her breathing starts to quicken, feeling like she can’t get enough air into her lungs. He hears the gasps she lets out and he grows concerned. She must be having a panic attack, yet he doesn’t know what to do. He hesitates in bringing her head to his chest and he demonstrates his controlled breathing. “In. Out. In. Out,” he mumbles, cupping her ear to muffle the commotion outside. She mimics his pattern. Her feet take a step back, “Thank you.” “No problem. I didn’t know you got panic attacks triggered by loud noises. It’s not in your file,” he voices. She shrugs, “I do not desire it to be public knowledge. It does not uphold a royal’s controlled behaviour.” “Did… did you want to talk about it?” he offers, sitting against the shelving unit.

“During my first royal tour, I was five, a gunman tried shooting my mother. In the chaos, I was knocked to the floor whilst everyone around me tried moving away,” she begins to recount. “I remember how much it hurt to feel the toes of everyone’s shoes hit against my skin. I was so scared I was not going to be found. However, I was more terrified of going back to a family that no longer had a mother. I had no idea what happened to her.” Tiny globs of water form in the corner of her eyes and he pulls her in for a hug. “Since then, loud sounds remind me of that day,” she explains. The mood in the closet holds a dark cloud over both of them. Their arms fall to the ground and their fingers gently brush against each other. He can’t think of a way of cheering her up; therefore, he tries to cheer her up by moving the conversation along.

“Why do you always sound like you have a stick up your ass?”

She chokes a little on a laugh, “What is it with you and sticks up my arse?”

“It’s always funny to get a princess to say ass.”

“That is very immature. And to answer your question, I may be the second born but I am still the first spare. If god forbid something happens to my brother or he chooses not to have a baby. I would be up to bat. No one wants a normal queen. They want an exceptional one.”

“That sounds like a lot of pressure.”

“It is but it is the pressure I was born to handle.”

There is strength within her, except he can see how this expectation is chipping away at her. His pinky reaches for hers to provide comfort, “You may be born into the pressure, but it doesn’t mean you should have to deal with it by yourself.” Before she can answer, the door opens and the both of them jump apart. Drew’s eyebrows almost met his hairline at the sight of the pair. “The scene has been assessed and it is safe, Your Royal Highness. It was a child who brought a firework for his friend. No plans of harming you or Rafe,” Drew shares, holding his hand out for Y/N to take. The connection of her hand with another man’s causes jealousy to burn in Rafe’s stomach.

———

Rafe felt victorious once he finally got Y/N to use a contraction. It was over text, but it still counted. Ever since the day at the hospital, they have been texting each other. He had asked Zahra for the princess’ number because he missed being snarky with her after she left for home. He hates how his heart tickles upon seeing her contact name pop up in a notification. Princess. His hand reaches for his phone, not being able to hold his smile in. If this photographer tells me to smile bigger one more time, then I’m going to cut my lips off and staple them to his camera. Rafe chuckles at her gruesomeness. It was surprising to him when Y/N divulged her love of gruesome movies. He couldn’t believe the prim and proper princess of England enjoyed the sight of bloody murders. It wasn’t just any kind of horror movie though. It was slasher movies that she fancied the most. She said it relaxes her, which only slightly concerned him. Come on, Princess. All he wants to do is see your pretty smile.

She sees the flash of her lock screen with a notification. She can’t respond because the photographer snaps his fingers to catch her attention. Rafe is going to have to wait. After the photoshoot is over, Y/N gets changed into her sweatpants and jumper. She remembers she has to respond to his text, so she calls him instead. “Are my ears deceiving me? Is Princess Y/N actually calling me?” he teases, lying back down in his bed. He was about to get ready for the day; this was better. She shakes her head, “I am. Not because I want to talk to you, I need to work on my American accent. I’m planning on running for President. You know so I can actually be the ruler of a country.”

“I’m hurt, Princess. And here I thought you liked me.”

“There are a lot of words I would use to describe you, Rafe. Bring liked by me is not one of them.”

“I beg to differ. If you didn’t like me, then why are we talking right now?”

“Because I am bored and for some reason, I keep getting texts from you.”

A knock comes at his door before it is opened by Wheezie. “Dad needs to see you,” she relays the message. His head flicks up to acknowledge her and he moves his phone away from his mouth, “Okay, I’ll be down in a second.” A pout forms on Y/N’s mouth. “Aww, you have to go. But we literally just started talking.” “I know. I’m sorry, Princess. I think it is a good thing though. The more you talk to me, the more and more you sound like a commoner,” he jokes. She huffs, “Haha, I’m sorry that I no longer sound like I have a stick up my arse. I bet it’s disappointing for you.” “You really are getting better at sounding more human. I’m proud, Princess,” he lets out a disappointed sigh. “I have to go now. Bye.” With no other choice, he hangs up the call to go talk to his dad.

———

After months of texting and calling, Y/N and Rafe are going to be in the same room again. Rafe is hosting his annual New Year's Eve party. All the most prominent children in the world are going to be in attendance, so, of course, Y/N would be in attendance as well. Rafe and she are on familiar terms with each other; nonetheless, she is dreading the party. The holiday season involves being cattled to different events to boost the family name and Y/N is exhausted. Any other year, New Year's Eve would be the pause in the season she needs. This year is different because of the cake incident. To make matters worse, she obviously misinterpreted the type of event this is because she is very overdressed. Her black and white plaid knee-length polyester skirt matches her blazer and with her long-sleeve button-up, she is burning up. Rafe can spot her easily in the crowd. Her outfit makes her stand out more and he loves it. He likes being able to quickly locate her.

The dancing people part to create an easy path for him. He reaches her with a smile. “I’m glad you came, Princess. I was beginning to think you weren’t coming,” he taunts, kissing her cheek as a welcome. A whirlpool stirs in her stomach. Her hand grips her forearm, “Yep. I’m sorry I’m late. There was a delay on my flight. I also overestimated the dress code and now, I feel silly.” His head moves from side to side with a comforting look. “Don’t feel silly, you look beautiful. And hey, you’re using contractions so you fit right in,” he promises, a warm hand resting on hers.

He can see through the smile she offers. It doesn’t reach her eyes, which are slightly glazed over with bags just peeking through her concealer. His mood matches hers because suddenly his happiness depends on how she is feeling. “You look tired, Princess. Is everything alright?” he presses, stepping closer so his mouth is near her ear. Her head darts up, “Yeah, I’m peachy. A little jet lagged though.” He catches the way her bottom lip appears to be microscopically pitched between her teeth. “Come on, Princess. I don’t like it when you lie to me. So please tell me what’s wrong,” he implores. She exhales, “No offence, I really don’t want to be here. New Year’s Eve is the time that I get a break from being paraded around like a float. I can settle down in my room by myself in comfy clothes and as many movies as I want.” The corner of her lips droop downwards. “Why don’t we do that then?” he suggests, holding his hand out. Her breath hitches at his proposal, “You can’t leave your own party, Rafe.” “Ehh, it’s dead anyway. Let’s go,” he insists, tugging her out of the tent and into the White House.

His room is exactly as she imagined, although with fewer Playboy posters than she thought he would have. The sheets of his bed are crisply made and a peek in his walk-in closet shows clothes hanging at an equal distance from one another. Everything is pristine and in place, which isn’t surprising for the man she got to learn more about. He guides her onto the bed and leaves a pillow-width distance between them. The click of the remote causes the screen to light and he pulls up Scream. As the clock tickets toward midnight, the pair watch one slasher film from the franchise after the other. “Okay, I get why she stays in America in the second movie. No one expects to get chased after a serial killer again. But if it were to happen to me a second time, you bet your ass that I would be moving to a remote island somewhere after the second time,” Y/N fills the silence.

He chortles, “I’m with you on that. How many times does Sidney need to get chased by a Ghostface killer before she leaves civilization? What would you bring to your remote island?” “Horror movies, a Swiss army knife and you,” she rattles off mindlessly. His head swivels toward her, “Me? What about your amazing boyfriend?” “I love him. I do. He just isn’t great with survival skills. I would die immediately if we were deserted,” she clarifies, reaching for the popcorn they popped earlier tonight. He nods, “Right. I’m from the Outer Banks, so I can fish and shit.” “Yes, you can. Ooh, look. It’s almost midnight. Change it to the countdown please,” she implores, accidentally pressing her breasts against his chest to grab the remote for him. He takes the remote out of her hand; their warm hands brush each other to make both of their breaths hitch. She pulls away as he switches the TV to display the New York Countdown. The crowd of people on the screen starts to count, watching as the ball descends.

Rafe observes how the glow of the screen lights up her face. Her voice fills in with the partygoers. He is drawn to the way her lips move. They are stained a reddish mauve that makes him wonder what it would look like smeared on the skin around his mouth. The colour makes her lips even more kissable. He has to remind himself they don’t belong to him, yet he needs to know what they feel like on his. Fireworks go off at midnight and Rafe has to take this chance while he has the excuse of a midnight kiss. The pads of his digits face her head toward him. He leans forward and their lips meet. His mind searches for signs that she doesn’t want this. A push of his chest. A shake of her head. A yell of no. They don’t come. Instead, her lips move against his. The peck he was going to give her is reworked into something deeper.

She can’t be mad at him kissing her without any warning. She saw him leaning in for the kiss and had ample time to turn him away. He would definitely respect if she said it wasn’t what she wanted. This is wrong; she has a boyfriend. Nevertheless, her brain screams that it wants to know if his lips are as rough as she thinks they are. The contact of their mouths causes her to part her two petals. He matches her actions and slots his kisser against hers. The roughness isn’t what she expected; it’s less than she imagined. His hands maneuver to her hips to shift her onto his lap. She twines her hand in the field of his hair. Even if she isn’t pressing hard, she can feel the rock forming in his pants against the growing wetness of her pussy. The moment they are sharing creates a fire within her, akin to the one he normally builds. The difference with this one is that it is fueled by passion. Her head is woozy and she believes she needs this feeling to breathe. Being with Phelan isn’t like this. What she has with her boyfriend is soft like a cool breeze. It doesn’t spark this desire for more. It doesn’t have her chasing after it.

This makes her realize how wrong this is. She isn’t with Rafe. She shouldn’t sense the urge to be consumed by him, so she has to pull away. The tint of her lipstick coats his pale skin and he is wearing it with pride. The corners of his piehole droop like a wet towel. Her head wavers from side to side, “I should go. I’m really tired.” She swings off of him and gathers her things before dashing out the door. Leaving Rafe to wonder if he has ruined everything they had and possibly could have.

———

Going back to no contact absolutely destroys Rafe. The kiss clarified everything for him. He loves her and maybe his crush on her from when he was fifteen never went away in the first place. After running his fingers through his hair in frustration for not following her out, he took a picture of the way her lipstick was practically tattooed onto his skin. This vision deserves to be remembered forever. The flowery scent of her perfume is imprinted in his memory. He flicks through the pictures as he listens to Zahra go over the different events he needs to attend in the following month. In the most non-creepy way, he wishes he had more candid pictures of Y/N. The only ones he has of her are the professional photos that show none of her personality. She looks so poised and stiff, which doesn’t show the whole of her. “Rafe, Rafe. Are you listening to me?” Zahra criticizes. He slams the phone down on the counter; nothing would be more embarrassing than getting caught looking at a picture of himself.

He has no idea how to hide his lack of attention, “Uhh, you were talking about… How I need to go to LA?” “Stop looking at naked girls on your phone. I was talking about how you are going to go to the UK again for Prince George’s Charity Polo Match,” the Chief exasperates. His interests are piqued and he scrambles out of the meeting with Zahra calling after him. He is furiously typing on his phone. Hey, I know it’s been a while since we’ve talked. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be at your brother’s Polo Match, so hopefully we can talk. He hits the arrow to send the text and listens to the whoosh it lets out. It doesn’t take long for the sent under the bubble to change into read. It disappoints him that no bubbles follow the change. He doesn’t know why he thought she would respond.

———

Phelan sits beside Y/N in the Royal box with his fingers laced between hers. Thousands of eyes are probably on her, yet she can only feel one burning into her skin. She glimpses at him and their orbs encounter each other. “I need to talk to you,” he mouths to her. She disregards his attempt to speak to her and faces her boyfriend. Her lips plant on Phelan’s cheeks and his cheeks redden like a cherry. She moves to the shell of his ear, “Maybe you can meet me in the equipment shed in a few minutes. I have the urge to engage in coitus.” Phelan and Y/N are never spontaneous or lustful with their sexual intercourse. Phelan prefers the privacy of one of their beds and to be the one on top. While his slow pace is sweet, it can lead to Y/N feeling a little unfulfilled by the experience and makes her wonder what more is out there. She thought that maybe this could be the opportunity for that. Phelan leans away from her with a taken-aback look on his face. “We most certainly must not do so. We are in public and it would be inappropriate,” he scolds like she is a child. The hope on her face drops and she decides she needs to get some air. She excuses herself from her sits, heading to the equipment shed as she had originally planned.

The hut is empty and smells of the hay tracked in by the riders, who were returning their equipment. Peace fills her soul. Finally, a moment without the stares of everyone on her. The rolls of the wheels cause her to turn toward the door. Is Phelan surprising her? Her teeth flash to the entering figure; they hide once she sees who it is. “What are you doing here?” she murmurs to him, not connecting their gaze. He closes the door and remains where he is standing. He fears she will feel trapped by him. “We haven’t talked since New Year’s Eve,” he expresses. She acknowledges his statement, “I am aware of that fact.” She keeps her sentences short. “I know I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry,” he apologizes with his hand on the back of his neck.

Her head bobs up and down, “Okay, I accept.” He waits to see if she will add anything. Her silence lasts. “So that’s it. I make one mistake and we can’t be friends. I get that I made it uncomfortable and I’m not trying to say it is your fault, but you kissed me back too,” he points out, taking a step forward. She stares at him, “I should not have done that. I did not enjoy it.” A longing look fills his eyes and his head dips to be close to her ear. “Then why did you grip my hair so tightly.” Her eyes flit to his lips and she can’t contain herself. She throws her arms around his neck, pulling his face to hers. He groans at finally being able to feel her against him again. His hands bring her flush against him by the waist. He asks for permission to enter her mouth with a swipe of his tongue along her bottom lip. She allows him in with a slight moan. Their feet glide on the floor and she presses him up against the door. Being in control of this situation built a fire inside of her that she didn’t know could exist. No matter how hard or how much their lips are together, she feels like it will never be enough. A loud shout from outside snaps her back to reality and she can’t believe she did this against. Once again, she leaves him alone.

However, this time, he isn’t going to let her run off again without talking about what happened. He chases after her, losing her in the crowd. When he finds her again, he can’t manage to get her alone. As the event comes to an end, she is rushing off back to Kensington Palace with her sister.

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He couldn’t let her go another time, especially since he was already in England. It was pretty easy to get into Kensington Palace when Amelia was such a big fan of him. “Let him through, Conrad. I like him,” she orders, beckoning Rafe into the palace grounds once the guard at the gate moves out of the way. “Thanks,” he says as they walk inside. She flashes him a smile, “You’re welcome. I’m secretly hoping you and Y/N get together. I already know you guys have kissed so we are almost there.” “Your sister told you about that?” he inquires with hope. If Y/N told her sister about the moment, then she is at least acknowledging it happened. Amelia shakes her head, “No, I can just tell though. She’s my sister. I have to go, but good luck!” She heads in the other direction, leaving Rafe to search for Y/N’s room.

He finds it and knocks gently on the door. She calls out for him to enter. Her room is exactly as he expected. It is completely void of her amazing personality. The pristine appearance fits perfectly with the aesthetic that the royal employees push onto her. He wishes she would be allowed to plaster horror movie posters around the room. He wishes he could help her litter the room with pictures. Maybe they could’ve been of them on dates or kissing or being in each other's company. The political books on the shelves should be of the smutty romance books he has caught her reading when they were first getting to know each other. The room definitely needs more colour.

She is sitting at her desk, staring him down. “Why are you here?” He walks over to her, “I’m tired. Tired of you always running off after we kiss, so we can’t talk to each other.” “Both times were a mistake. I have Phelan and I am perfectly happy. I do not want to see you anymore, so please leave,” she argues. His head moves from side to side, “No. Because we need to talk about it. I know we both felt that spark and we can’t just ignore it.”

“There was no spark. And even if there was, then why would it matter?”

“Why does the spark matter? It matters because we love each other and we deserve to give us a chance.”

“I am in love with Phelan.”

Rafe chuckles, “Really?” He towers over her; his breath hitting her neck as he brings his lips to ghost the skin of it. “So he satisfies you? With his kisses? With his touches? With his dick?” He kisses down her neck with each question and she knows she should move away, except she doesn’t. She craves the feeling of his lips and wonders the type of pleasure he can bring her. “We can’t be together,” she informs, thinking about what her mother wants for her future. A future that features marrying Duke Phelan. He disagrees, “Why not? Give me one good reason.”

“My mother says I have to marry Phelan.”

“I said give me a good reason. Aren’t you tired of doing what everyone else wants? If you had to be selfish about one thing, shouldn’t it be with who gets your heart?”

“And what would you do with my heart?”

“I would help you kindle the fire that burns in it. I would show you that you deserve to be treated as more than just a spare. Because you are your own person, Princess, and that merits the freedom of choosing who you marry.”

His tone drips with care and it squeezes at her heart. Beside her sister, he is the only person who can see past her royal side. “And who should I choose to marry? You?” she teases, placing a hand on his chest to steady her slightly dizzy head. His shoulders rise to his ears, “Maybe. I mean if you want to. Not know though. In the distant, distant future.” His cheeks redden at the thought and he rubs the back of his neck. “You’re right. I want to give you my heart,” she mutters to him. “I also really want to kiss you.” He takes this as an invitation to lean in. She stops him with a finger to his lips. “We can’t do that again until I break up with Phelan. It isn’t fair to him,” she tells him. He nods, “Right, right. I’ll text you the hotel I’m staying at. Come over when you do what you have to do.”

“Okay, I’ll be over as soon as I can.”

“Sounds good. Also, don’t think that I haven’t noticed you started using contractions again. But you know what would sound even better?”

She giggles, “Get your ass out of here so I can go break up with Phelan.”

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Breaking up with Phelan felt like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. He didn’t understand why she wanted to call it quits on them but eventually came around to the idea. She left him alone to cry into his pillow and went to Rafe’s hotel. She had one stop to go to first. She leaves the store wearing her newly acquired purchase and bounces in her seat while she is being driven to Rafe. She practically falls out of the car and rushes to the elevator. As soon as he opens the door, she attacks him with a kiss. Their lips separate with a grin and they laugh at her lipstick smudge on him. “In case, it isn’t clear. I want to be with you because you make me feel the most alive I ever have before. Like I can be myself with you and I won’t disappoint you,” she murmurs against his lips. Rafe grips her into his arms and drags her into his room, “You could never disappoint me. You are the most amazing person I have ever met.” They continue the kiss as he falls back onto the bed with her on top of him.

Her hands go to the buttons on his shirt and start popping them out of their holes. She tugs his shirt off of him, not breaking their kiss to do so. His arms rest at the hem of her shirt and he breaks the kiss. “We don’t have to do this. I know it might be a little early. We can just watch a movie or get something to eat,” he offers. She shakes her head, “I need you, Rafe. Please, make me feel good.” His dick strains against his pants at her pleas. He loves the neediness in her voice. “Your wish is my command, Princess.” He rids her of her shirt and he almost drools at the sight before him.

Her breasts are barely contained by the dark red lace cupping it. The material barely kisses the top of her nipples. Y/N was nervous about buying this for Rafe; however, with the way he was staring at her, she determined she chose correctly. This set makes her feel confident and sexy, which contrasts with what Phelan prefers for her to wear. It was always soft pink and covered her assets completely. Very feminine and cute. She prefers this feeling over that. She gets up off of his lap to slide off her pants and he takes off his. She has to stop herself from drooling at the size of his length. Even though she has never done it before, she wants to know what he feels like in her mouth. She drops to her knees and hesitantly reaches out for his cock. He can sense her doubt, “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to, Princess.” “No! I want to. I just never done this before,” she reveals, dropping her hand down to her side. His eyes widen, “You’ve never had sex? You should’ve told me this was your first time, Princess. I would’ve made it more special.” “I’ve had sex. It’s just… Phelan’s idea of foreplay is running a finger through my folds and then squirting lube on his dick before he pushes into me, missionary style,” she explains.

He gives her a soft smile, “I’m sorry he never made you feel as good as he should’ve. I’ll make sure you get to experience everything you want to. But that is going to be the last time you think about him because the only man you are allowed to think of is me.” He joins her on the floor and guides her onto the bed. He looks up at her, “I want to show you how good foreplay feels and then I can show you how to give me a blow job. Is that okay?” She bobs her head and butterflies fill her stomach. He takes off her matching lacey thong and her legs spread for him. She can’t wait to fill his lips against her pussy, so she eagerly shoves his face into her heat. His chuckles send vibrations through her core and she throws her head back at the feeling. He sucks on her clit, flicking his tongue at it whilst he does so.

She doesn’t know what to do with her hands, so she threads them through his hair. After a few more sucks, he moves his tongue into her hole. He laps at it like she is his final meal. “Do you like how this feels, Princess? Am I making you feel good?” he seeks her assurance as if her moans and pulls aren’t enough of an answer. She brings him back to her, “So good. More, please, Rafe.” He continues his assault on her pussy and goes back to devouring her. She screams at the feeling, grinding against his face. His hands find her hips and hold her down against the mattress. He presses his face further into her. He can fill her walls trying to grip onto his tongue, so he gives her a finger to cling to. She tightens around him as he moves his finger in and out of her, using his mouth to stimulate her clit. She adjusts to the finger and he uses another finger to stretch her out some more. This is when she starts to contract around him and a knot starts to build in her stomach. Her back arches as she pulls his hair, “I’m going to come.” Her words motivate Rafe more and he speeds up his motion to bring her to her high. Her walls relax against him and he pulls out of her. “Look at my princess all wet for me. I’m so proud of you. You want to know what you taste like because you taste fantastic,” he praises. Wonder fills her and she moves his head to hers. She can taste herself on his lips.

He comes to stand between her legs as they make out and she can feel his hard length against her pussy. She parts their lips, looking down at his hips. His dick stands tall against the bottom of his stomach. “Can I suck you off now?” she asks in a small voice. He twitches at the thought of her mouth around him, “Of course, you can, Princess. You start off doing what you think is right and I’ll tell you what I like.” He helps her stand, grabbing a pillow off of his bed for her to kneel on. Her knees rest against the soft cushion. She gently takes him into her hand and examines every inch of him. The veins running up and down his cock call to her. Her tongue sticks out from the cavern of her mouth and she traces along them. She moves from the base of his penis up to his tip.

The tiny slit on the tip is oozing with pre-cum and she kisses it. Salt fills her mouth. She peppers it with another kiss before trying to take him into her mouth completely. He hits the back of her throat and she has to pull away with a cough. Rafe lets out a low laugh. He cups her cheek and keeps her off of him for a second. “Look at my eager princess, who just wants to make me feel good with her mouth. You need to sle help you.” His hands go to theow down a little. Don’t want you hurting yourself. Here, let m back of her head and slowly direct her back onto him. With the more controlled movement, she can get a better hold of her breathing. “See, there you go. You are doing so much better. Breath through your nose, Princess,” he advises. She follows his instructions and this helps her get farther down his cock without the need to come out for air. She isn’t able to take his full size, so he continues to aid her in handling what she can fit. His dick starts to spasm inside of her mouth and he tries to remove himself from her mouth. She doesn’t let him. She grips his wrists to stop his attempt and her head continues to bobble against him until ropes of his cum release into her mouth. She swallows the salty substance and drops him out of her mouth.

She licks her lips to gather whatever is pooled around her mouth. He yanks her to his feet and brings her lips to his again. He unhooks her bra, throwing it somewhere in the room. He kisses down her neck to her nipple and starts playing with the bud with his tongue. She moans at the feeling. He uses a hand to give attention to the other nipple. The manipulation grows wetness in between her legs again. Her hand goes to try and relieve the tension. His grip halts her movement, “Nuh-uh. The next time you come again is going to be on my cock, Princess.” He spins them around, so he can flop onto the bed. “Come ride me, Princess. Take what you want.” Lava must be running through her veins because she has never been more turned on by something.

She straddles his waist and her hand goes between their bodies. The tip of his dick finds her entrance thanks to her help. She sinks onto his girth with her head thrown back. She can feel every single inch of him thanks to the position and he is hitting places within her she didn’t know existed. She anchors to his hilt, staying still so she can adjust to the feeling. “God, how can you feel this good?” she questions as she starts to raise her hips. Rafe chortles, “Because you are doing so well for me, Princess.” His tip remains inside of her before she slams herself back down of her. This is so much more different than she is used to and she loves it. She gets to set the pace. She gets to determine how hard it is. She knows Rafe doesn’t want her to think about Phelan, but she can’t help but curse him for never letting her experience this. He can tell she is driving pleasure from the harsh piercing of his cock, so he decides to show her how much better it can get. His hand grips her waist and he keeps her still. His hips buck up into her with all of his force. She lets out a pleasured scream as she jerks forward. Her hand lands on his bare chest and her nails start digging crescents into his skin.

“God, Rafe. Keep going,” she begs between moans. Rafe grins up at her, “You like that, Princess? You like it when my dick drills into you? What do you think the people of England would say if they saw their beloved princess likes to be fucked like a dirty whore?” “I love it so much, Rafe. Please, let me move,” she requests. Rafe’s grasp on her loosens a little and he helps lead her down his shaft. The combination of both their movements gets him to hit her G-spot repeatedly. She starts to constrict and a bud of pressure starts to form in her stomach. Rafe’s thumb presses onto her clit, moving in a circular motion to intensify her enjoyment.

The tension of her walls around him causes him to spasm inside of her. She senses that his end is near; regardless, she doesn’t get him to pull out. She wants to experience everything that he has to offer. He is brought over the edge before her and he doesn’t think about removing himself from her as he does so. She can feel his seeds seeping into her, continuing her descent onto him to come too. His pace doesn’t let up and his thumb presses harder into her clit. “You can do it, Princess. Come for me. Show me how tight you can get for me,” he demands. The bud inside of her finally blooms into a flower and she comes undone around him. She drops so their chests are pressed against each other. Their drive doesn’t stop, just slows down until they have both finished coming down from their high. They clutch to each other like a baby koala to a mother koala. He smoothes her sweaty hair back with a kiss on her forehead. “You did so good,” he whispers his applause. “I am so proud of you. You made me feel so good. Did you like it, Princess?” She nods in his hold and kisses his collarbone, “I loved it. I’ve never felt like that during sex before.” “Well, that’s a damn shame. Whoever left you unsatisfied didn’t deserve you,” he notes.

The couple hold each other for a few minutes, taking in the serenity of being together at last. He slips out of her and they both feel the rush of their fluid out of her. She monitors as he moves around the room. She can hear the bathtub begin to run and he returns to place her into the warm water. Y/N scoots forward to let him in behind her. He rests her back against his chest and interweaves their fingers. The silence is good for their voices after all the noise they make during sex. “Why did you hate me before we even said a word to each other?” he ponders out loud.

She shifts in his hold and rests the back of her head on his shoulder. Her shoulders meet her ears, “I don’t know what you are talking about.” She can feel the outburst in his chest as laughter emits from his mouth. “Don’t play stupid with me, Princess. I’m talking about how I almost got frostbite when you first set eyes on me.”

“Right, that. You are going to think I was a little ridiculous or hate me for what I tell you.”

“I promise I won’t. I just want to know what triggered our four-year feud. You know so that I don’t make the same mistake with the next princess I meet and I can bed her faster than four years.”

She giggles and slaps the arm wrapped under her armpits. Her mood changes at the remembrance of the topic she is about to disclose. “I hated you because you had a dad,” she speaks out into the world. His arm close in around her some more to provide her with comfort. He kisses her cheek, “Princess, everyone, at least biologically, has a dad.” “I know. Except, you had a dad when I just lost mine. I didn’t want to go to the Olympics that year. It would’ve been filled with too many memories of the person I lost because my dad used to take me,” she clarifies. “And I was right. Everything reminded me of my dad. It hurt too much to be there. However, I had to maintain my composure because the world was watching and when I saw that you were there with your dad treating you like how my dad used to treat me, I envied what you had.” He nods to show that he is still listening. “It was a stupid thing to get upset at. It’s not like you had any control over it. Then, you reciprocated my attitude and I guess we got into a vicious cycle.” He plays with her fingers, “I see, I’m sorry that you felt that way and that I didn’t give you a chance before being rude to you too. I knew you lost your father and I didn’t think about that. “You don’t need to apologize. I guess this whole thing is just a miscommunication,” she makes it out to be what it truly is. Rafe’s chin digs and lets up from her head, “Yeah, I’m just glad we cleared everything up. I love you.” “Me too. I love you too,” she concurs.

They get out of the water and wrap themselves in the fluffiest robes. Their hands are connected as they head back into the bedroom. They flop down onto the bed and he loses himself in his thought. She rests her head against his chest, “What are you thinking about?” “I hate your room,” he articulates. She lifts her face to look at him, “Why?” “Because it doesn’t have any of your beautiful personality. I mean where were your smutty books? Where were your Scream posters? Where were the other colours of the rainbow?” he justifies. Her head falls back onto his chest, “Apparently all of those things don’t match the palace’s aesthetic.” “That’s stupid. I’m going to help you add some life into your room and we can start with some of my sweaters. I want to leave you with some piece of me when I go back home,” he informs. Her eyes find the bright blue sweater hanging in his open closet. Her heart skips a beat at his offer. “I like the sound of that. I have a feeling you are going to get me in so much trouble,” she thinks out loud. “I am. I’m going to turn you into such my rebellious princess.”

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thegoldencontracts · 20 days

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It's Just Business

Summary: Azul keeps giving you free meals from the Lounge. Why? N-Not because he likes you, alright? Don't ask such foolish questions!

Notes: I said I was gonna do Tsundere!twst, I meant it. Leona's next huehue

Azul Ashengrotto was notorious across Night Raven for many, many reasons. His shady dealings, his intellect, his overwhelming power. Who didn't know about the feared benevolent tyrant of Octavinelle?

But one thing he was notorious for, the thing that left you insanely confused, was the fact that he was a cheapskate. Azul had a strict "no-free-lunch" policy. He didn't give anything for free, and he didn't take anything for free.

So why was he giving you so much free stuff? It seemed like every other day, he was inviting you to the Lounge for a meal.

"Hey, Azul," you said one day, while he was pulling you over to Mostro Lounge. "Not to seem ungrateful, but- uh, can I ask why you're doing this?"

"To see you question my benevolence, why, it wounds me!" Azul said with a melodramatic sigh. "I'm doing this out of the kindness of my heart, I assure you. Getting an unpaid taste-tester has nothing to do with it."

An unpaid taste-tester? Couldn't he just have Jade or Floyd do that? Besides, he never asked you for specifics about what you liked.

This was beginning to seem real shady.

"You sure?" You said. "You don't really treat me like a taste-tester. Not gonna lie, I feel like you've got some ulterior motive here."

And in all honesty, it was meant to be a good-natured jab at Azul's affinity for shady dealings, but considering the way he scowled, face going red, he didn't seem to take it that way.

"Nothing of the sort," he said, looking positively indignated. "This is a mere business transaction. You provide me the service or taste-testing, I provide you free food. Nothing more, nothing less."

Before you could say anything, he continued.

"And there is no form of sentiment or affection for you motivating my actions. Do you honestly believe me to be capable of such an illogical thing?"

"I- uh, never said you were, Azul."

Your voice was quiet, strained from you barely managing to hold in your laughter.

"Good," he said. "Because I don't like you. Not in the slightest."

That sounded like something someone who liked you would say. Especially because you never asked him if he liked you.

His face was still a slight bit flushed, cheek blown up in a pout. You knew what you had to do.

In one fell swoop, before Azul could say anything, you poked his cheek, deflating it in an instant. If Azul's face wasn't red before, it sure was now.

"W-What was that for?" He asked, pushing up his glasses in an attempt to look natural covering up his blush. It was a failed attempt.

"I had to do it."

"I- you-" Azul sighed, grabbing your hand with a strength you didn't know he had, only to immediately let it go and gape at it like he'd been burned. "Do as you please. You'll still be fulfilling your obligation as my- er, taste-tester. Understood?"

"Yeah, yeah," you said, following him.

And as you went along with him to Mostro Lounge, him being unable to look you in the eye, you couldn't help but smile.

For all his business dealings and scary reputation, Azul was actually pretty cute.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #twst #azul ashengrotto x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto x you #twst fanfic #fluff #tsundere!twst #tsundere!azul

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ponderingmoonlight · 9 months

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Keep doing it

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: Satoru loves coming to your office everyday to finally win your heart. But it seems like you're more subborn than he thinks.

Warnings: language, a little bit of spice

„Fuck, you’re so annoying. What are you doing here Satoru?”

The smoke of your cigarette swirls around your frames and blocks his view of your lovely figure for a brief moment. It was almost a ritual now that Gojo Satoru would show up at your office at least once a day to sit cross-legged in the chair in front of your desk. Today is just another day of you knowing exactly why he’s here. It’s driving you insane to be honest. How many time have you told that dumbass you’re not interested in him, especially not a senseless affair? You’re a businesswoman after all. Your business is booming, the money is flowing, your reputation precedes you. You know full well that he only wants you as a trophy. Oh, but you are way more than that.

“Why are you so cold, (y/n)? My offer is always fair, a businesswoman like you should know that.”

“Gojo”, you sign.

You sink into your chair and press your fingers on your temple. That man surely gives you a headache.

“Fucking with you because ‘you are the best’ is probably the worst offer I ever received. If you’re not here to make me a serious proposal, I’m sure you know where to find the door. Maybe I should lock the entrance in the future.”

“No door in the world can keep me from you, lovely (y/n). Also, you are making money off innocent souls who will give you loads of cash for you to cast out their curses. Your skills would be better off with the jujutsu academy. You’d be a great teacher by my side”, he casually blurts out while sliding his glasses down his nose just enough so you can catch a glimpse of his hypnotizing gaze.

You can’t help but let out a pejorative laugh. Gojo’s heart almost skips a beat when your delightful curves get up from your chair and you bend over your desk, your lovable face just inches away from his indigent lips. Oh, how many times he imagined this lovely sight, the only thing missing is his frame behind you and his hands gripping your hair firmly.

“Stop being so boring and beating yourself up as a preacher, your poor students have my heart. You as a teacher is probably the nastiest thing I could ever imagine, let along working with you. Also, when it comes to women, you are probably the worst man walking on this earth. I know exactly why you are wearing glasses at the moment, Satoru. I am not one of your cheap bitches, remember that.”

“And that’s exactly the reason why I won’t let go, sweetheart.”

“Oh Gojo”, you breathe out, grabbing his neck softly while pulling him a little closer to your face.

Although you can feel the stinging sensation between your legs, you keep your cool. You know full well that he only wants to wrap you around his finger on principle. Gojo Satoru, the man that turns female heads on a regular basis, the heartthrob, the woman eater. And even if his fine-looking sight makes you curious too, you don’t want to give in. But that surely doesn’t mean that you can’t toy with him a little, too.

“I will never be yours. Mark my words”, you purr against his mouth.

Before he has the chance to close the aching gap between your lips, you push his chin away harshly and straighten up your figure again.

“I’m not gonna lie, you truly are a temptation. I would die to know if you live up to your reputation. But you’re just not worth my time and energy.”

The way you toss your hair back and spread your sweet scent around the room almost drives him insane. Damn, you truly are something else, so different from all the women he normally wraps around his finger with just one look in his magnificent eyes. But that’s exactly what makes you attractive, a pleasant challenge.

“I could convince you otherwise. Give me a minute.”

Before you can react further, you feel the heat of his big frame behind you, his fingertips just inches away from your bare skin. For a brief moment, you can’t help but close your eyes, let yourself enjoy this sweet instant for a while. Gojo is a giant man, taller than you by one and a half head, to be exact. His arms could swallow you whole. How good it must feel to press your body against his, to feel his bare skin ghost against your own.

“Please, let me touch you”, he breathes against your outer ear.

A shiver runs down your spine before you can stop it.

“Since when do you ask for anything, Satoru?”

“I’ll keep asking about you until you finally let me in”, he mumbles intensely.

A small smile creeps around your full lips, you can’t help but tilt your head to the side just enough to catch a glimpse at his handsome face. He looks unusual flustered.

“I can’t help it, you’re just fun to mess with.”

A swift motion is enough for you to now face him fully. You have to raise your head entirely in order to get lost in his eyes again. He looks so damn fine. Instinctively, you catch your bottom lip between your teeth in excitement.

“Stop biting your damn lip like that when you really wanna reject me. You’ve been driving me crazy since the first time I saw you at that crime scene. I can clearly see and feel that you want me too, (y/n). Why are you rejecting me?”

You tilt your head to the side while your fingers trace along the buttons on his uniform.

“I like men in uniform. This one brings out your eyes perfectly”, you mumble playfully.

“I bet you’d like it more when I take it off for you”, he purrs along with a breathtaking smile.

“That’s absolutely true.”

A triumphant smile plays across his face as his lips are just a touch away from yours. You’ve thought about this moments so many times. Whenever other men try to please you, you imagine what it might feel like to have him laying on top of you, his lips caressing your body, leaving marks all over your sensitive skin. His hands must feel good holding onto your hips tightly or when they grab your neck in order to press your lips closer to his. Just a little taste of him.

But your pride can’t allow it.

“Now, get the fuck out of here. I’m waiting for a better offer”, you hush with the usual firm voice and arrogant smile.

You break away from him and drop into your chair to light a cigarette. Gojo’s heart still races drowned in adrenalin. He hasn’t felt this alive in a long time, apparently you are the only worthy opponent for him. A little giggle escapes his lips before he can stop it.

“What are you smiling about, idiot?”

“Eventually you will say yes. And until then, I’ll walk in here every fine day and annoy you, sweetheart. I’ve never experienced so much resistance from a woman before.”

“Well, apparently it’s time for your little wings to be clipped, Mr. woman connoisseur. And now get lost, I expect a customer in a few minutes and you’re stealing my clientele with your free offers”, with a swift motion of your hand you dismiss him from your office, your heart still beating fast within your chest while a wave of disappointment crushes over your body.

“Your body betrays you. I’ll be back, (y/n).”

“Do what you can’t help”, you reply dryly.

Your hands dig into the tender fresh of your tights at the thought of it. God, please keep doing it, for fuck’s sake.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu gojo #jujustu kaisen #gojou satoru x reader #gojo saturo #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo x y/n #gojou satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x you #satoru x y/n

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tragedyslut · 2 months

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Hiiii I adore your writing like ur srsly so talented would u mind writing taking care of abby on her period? Luke just domestic lovey dovey crap and u can add whatever you want or ignore this completely. Thank you ☺️<3

♡ blood stained sheets ♡

✶ [ a. anderson ] ✶

♡ ABBY!ANDERSON X FEM!READER ♡

🩷 SUMMARY — taking care of abby on her period bc shes stubborn and she needs it<3 🪽

you and Abby had been sleeping, it had been longer than usual. most of the time, Abby would be up by now, doing something or another. she really wasn't the type to sleep in.

you were enjoying your lie in until you felt Abby stirring next to you. she was getting up slowly as to not wake you, when suddenly she jumped up, practically smacking you in the face with her braid.

" babe.. babe- can you just get up for a minute? " Abby said, a slight twinge of embarrassment echoing throughout her voice.

" why? did something happen? " you groggily huffed, dragging yourself out of the bed. you thought she was going insane as you watched her dragging the sheets off the bed, flinging your stuffed animals and the duvet and various covers off the bed.

" shut up. it's nothing. " Abby said harshly.

to say you were confused was an understatement. that was until you saw the red stain on the sheet she was hurriedly taking away. that made a lot of sense.

" ..you know, I'm not gonna judge you. " you mumbled,beating her to it when you went over to the closet to get new sheets.

you put them on, whilst Abby stood nearby pouting.

" Abby, you okay? " you said, flinging the duvet and everything else back on the bed.

" .. Mhm.. it's just- nothing. " Abby mumbled, sitting back down on the, bed.

you sat down next to her, staring intently at her face. you could've sworn you saw a twinge of pain present in her usually stoic expression.

" abbbyyyy, cmon. I've stained the duvets so many times without meaning to when I'm on my period. you don't need to be all secretive about it. " you whined, laying back and putting your pillows back into their comfortable position.

" I know. sorry. I just. don't.. I'm not usually open like this. " Abby sighed, as she also layed down. she curled up slightly, wincing as she did so.

" you know, you really should let yourself be vulnerable more. " you muttered, taking her into your arms and holding her. she wouldn't ever admit to it, but she loved it. she loved being held.

you two stayed like that until the clock hit 10am and your alarm started blaring through the room. Abby audibly groaned " turn it offfff "

you giggled, rolling over to turn it off. " I gotta go abs. " you said, getting up and leaving her in bed. she groaned louder.

" I feel like my organs are coming out " she whined, as you got up. you took your shirt off, putting your uniform on.

" I know babe, but you know I've got patrol. I'll bring you back something nice tonight, how about some chocolate? I can try persuade the ladies down in the cafeteria. then we can watch those stupid action films you like. okay? " you whispered to her, giving her a kiss goodbye on the forehead. the only reply you got from her was a quick " yes please " before you had to leave.

that night, you got home, earlier than usual. you had managed to persuade the kitchen ladies to give you some chocolate they had leftover from giving it out to the kids. it payed off to have a good reputation around the base.

you walked into you and abbys shared room, dropping your bag and tearing off your gear.

" Abbyyyy, you awake? " you said, walking further into the room. the blinds hadn't been opened, and you could see the silhouette of Abby curled up in a ball under the blankets. it was like she was hibernating.

you giggled, sitting down next to her and stroking her hair. you felt her shift a bit, then poke out of the covers. she smiled softly at you, then hugged you tight. she was pretty much suffocating you considering how muscular she was. " you're gonna suffocate me you know. " you mumbled, which fell on deaf ears as she failed to loosen her grip.

" movies? " she said, looking up from her bear hug and giving you a pleading look.

" yep. I got the chocolate too. like I promised. " you said, wriggling out of her grasp so you could switch on the projector and put the CD in. it wasn't that good quality, but God, any kind of entertainment in the apocalypse was peak.

after that, you two just sat and watched horrendously corny action films (that Abby was weirdly invested in), as she devoured chocolate and occasionally pointed to something on the screen, telling you to look, and that this was the best part. (it was 100% just some ugly white man) but I mean, what more could you want?

#ellie tlou #joel tlou #the last of us #tlou #tlou2 #ellie tlou smut #ellie williams smut #abby is scary as fuck #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby being soft for once

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova and Kallista. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: After Bellova’s friends demand to know what caused the sudden change in her behavior, Coriolanus resorts to his default strategy: lies and poison. Little does he know that he’s finally about to face some consequences for his cruel ways…

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains gaslighting, death, swearing, mentions of poison, Coriolanus being a complete bastard, and mentions of undressing (not NSFW)

A/n: she’s back :))

“You bastards!” Coriolanus yelled, grabbing Festus Creed by the collar.

Persephone Price, Kallista Philo, Lysistrata Vickers, and Hilarius Heavensbee gasped in horror as he shoved Festus to the ground. “You were going to poison my fiancée!”

“Coriolanus, stop!” Lysistrata shrieked. “We haven’t done anything!”

“Stop lying!” Coriolanus snarled. “You poisoned the drink that you were going to give her! I’ve already heard you’re conspiring with rebellious district citizens, and now this? You’re disgusting.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Kallista asked, bewildered.

“You know damn well what!” Coriolanus bit back a grin as he felt the eyes of everyone in the room on him. “You’re giving rebels funds so they can start a revolt against the Peacekeepers in their districts!”

He knew it wasn’t a solid lie. However, even saying the word “rebel” in the capitol was enough to mess up and possibly ruin someone’s reputation. And suggesting that someone was a rebel sympathizer?

That would almost certainly get them killed.

“Are you insane?” Festus screamed. “That’s a lie and you know it!”

Persephone, Hilarius, Kallista, and Lysistrata formed a barrier between their friend and the Snow heir.

“Coriolanus, calm down,” Kallista said, trying to de-escalate the situation. “We just wanted to know what happened to Bellov-“

“How dare you act like you care for someone you tried to murder!” Coriolanus cried, surpressing a smirk as he saw a group of Peacekeepers approaching them.

“What’s going on, Mister Snow?” the highest-ranking Peacekeeper asked, turning to Coriolanus.

“Those people,” Coriolanus said, pointing to Bellova’s old friends. “Tried to poison my fiancée by giving her a drugged glass of posca. And, I overheard them plotting to help district rebels.”

The protests of Kallista, Lysistrata, Hilarius Persephone, and Festus were cut off by the Peacekeepers pointing their guns at them.

“Can you prove that the glass is poisoned?” the Head Peacekeeper asked Coriolanus. “And that they were the ones to contaminate it?”

“Bring me an Avox, and have them drink the posca.”

An unsuspecting Avox was dragged over to the scene, fear in their almost lifeless eyes. Coriolanus just smiled cruelly, and shoved the glass into their hands.

“Drink,” he commanded.

The Avox hesitantly brought the glass to their lips. Almost immediately after the liquid entered their throat, they collapsed, twitching for a moment before going still.

The people around them gaped in horror, staring wide-eyed as the dead Avox was dragged away, along with the five Capitol heirs.

Coriolanus smiled to himself. Once Festus had been searched and the bottle of poison he’d slipped into his blazer pocket was discovered, there would be no escaping the accusations against him and the others.

This would certainly be making headlines tomorrow morning.

“Coryo?”

Coriolanus turned around swiftly to see Bellova, who was accompanied by Doctor Gaul, staring him. She looked scared and confused, which pleased him. That was the desired effect.

“Yes, my love?”

“What’s going on? Why are Festus, Lysistrata, Kallista, and Persephone being arrested?”

Coriolanus walked over to her, taking her hands in his. “They tried to kill you, darling. With poison.”

“T-That can’t be true,” Bellova whispered, shaking her head in disbelief. “They’d never do that. They’re my friends, they care about me.”

“It seems like that’s what they wanted you to think,” Coriolanus said softly. “But they didn’t actually care. They wanted you dead.”

Bellova’s eyes filled with tears, and she looked away from him. Her whole body was trembling, clearly overwhelmed by this new information. She instinctively curled up against him, and Coriolanus put a protective arm around her waist.

“You’re alright, darling,” Coriolanus said, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, I promise. Nobody will ever try to hurt you again.”

Bellova didn’t respond to that. Instead, she begged him to take her home.

And Coriolanus complied. They left the gala, ignoring the curious gazes of everyone they passed. Bellova was hastily wiping away her tears, trying not to ruin the perfect eye makeup her new stylist had put on just hours before.

Bellova didn’t speak at all on the way home. She looked lifeless, similarly to how she’d been when she’d just found out about her father’s death.

Coriolanus assumed that she was having trouble processing the “betrayal” of some of her oldest friends. She hadn’t even spoken to them more than once since she’d been declared the future Mrs. Snow. He couldn’t understand why she seemed so heartbroken.

But it didn’t really matter. He didn’t need to understand her feelings.

He just needed to be able to control them.

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Coriolanus began taking off his formal attire as soon as he’d reached Bellova’s room. He was still full of adrenaline after what had happened at the gala, and needed a nice shower to calm himself down.

Bellova was undressing just a few feet from him, but he didn’t pay her any attention. He was too caught up in his own victory.

Besides, it was nothing he hadn’t seen before. When she was barely able to take care of herself, he’d had to help her do everything, including bathe.

“I’m going to shower,” he told her, pulling on his blue silk robe.

“Okay,” she said flatly, focusing on taking the pins out of her hair.

Coriolanus was slightly surprised that she was still so numb. He expected her to break down in his arms again, or at least show some emotion. But she seemed indifferent.

He decided to brush it off. She was probably sadder than she was letting on, she’d come crying to him eventually, like she usually did.

Stepping into the spacious bathroom connected to Bellova’s bedroom, he turned the shower on to a medium heat. He would never understand why Bellova preferred the water to be scalding hot. He hated when the bathroom became foggy and humid.

It reminded him of District 12.

After thoroughly washing and combing his hair, brushing his teeth, and applying a few products to his face and neck, Coriolanus pulled his robe back on. He turned the ventilation system off, flicked the light off, and opened the door to return to the bedroom.

He expected Bellova to be sitting on her plush bed, half-covered by her pink comforter. She usually occupied herself by watching something on the new television she’s bought while waiting for him to return to her.

Instead, the bed was empty.

Coriolanus scanned the room. Bellova was nowhere to be seen.

His heart seized. Surely this couldn’t happen to him twice. He couldn’t let his girl get away again.

Before he could open his mouth to call her name, he felt the cold blade of a knife press against the front of his neck.

“Move, and I’ll slit your fucking throat, you monster.”

For the first time in a good while, Coriolanus was genuinely terrified.

The real Bellova had returned.

And she was out for blood.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! I’m so excited to write the next chapter, it’s gonna be SUPER intense👀

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#coriolanus snow #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x oc #tbosas #the hunger games #original character #thg prequel #the hunger games the ballad of songbirds & snakes #the capitol

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Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time.

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

#gotham x reader #gotham tv show x reader #dc x reader #jerome valeska x reader #gotham fanfiction #my idea rambling #will i ever do anything with this idea? idk tbh #i need to stop writing and some sleep

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OCEAN EYES (S.HB)

SUMMARY . . . you'd never really be his first choice, or the person he'd like to be seen with, only she would, even if hanbin professed his love for you, it was never really true.

PAIRING . . . sung hanbin x male!reader

GENRE . . . angst

WARNINGS . . . insecurities, bullying, mentions of bruises, hanbin is manipulative, reader deserves better

WORD COUNT . . . 2.2k

NOTES . . . um hi… this has been in my drafts for a while and this is one of my only free days so have this as a sorry for not posting for a while :)) (except it's insanely angsty anyways)

"i love you".

if those words weren't the biggest lie you've ever heard, you don't know what is.

you like to assume that your not boring, because if you were that boring hanbin would barely glance your way, he wouldn't even think of talking to you, kissing you. sung hanbin shouldn't be interested in you, it makes no sense.

there are thousands of other people who deserve hanbin, that fit better with him, that aren't as antisocial as you, that aren't shut ins that hide during school in fear of being bullied, that aren't so embarrassing that their partner feels the need to kiss a girl to hide you from the public eye.

hanbin is popular, there's no doubt about that. he knows everybody, everybody knows him, everybody loves him, and you can't blame any of those people. is there anything hanbin is bad at? he seems to have no flaws, he's always the first one to volunteer, the first one to help others, the first one people think of when they say the word "kind".

hanbin and his perfect smile, his perfect laugh, his perfect voice, his perfect personality, his perfect EVERYTHING.

you'll never know how you scored him.

and honestly, you wouldn't be surprised if he just up and left you.

jealousy is a bad thing, your mom always told you growing up, you shouldn't let it consume you, y/n, but that's so difficult to do whenever you see hanbin kissing her in the halls, running his hands through her hair and telling her that she's the only girl in the world.

you have to hand it to him, his impersonation of a straight person is on point.

you get hanbin for the most part, his beautiful reputation would be shattered if anyone found out that he was secretly seeing the weird kid from class b. you'd do the same if you were in his shoes, because no one wants to be seen with the weird kid.

still, it's difficult to not feel your heart shatter every time you see the two of them together, looking so perfect and happy, you should be angry, but in the end you just feel depressed, because hanbin would never display his love so publicly for you like that.

just hearing him talk to her makes you want to burst into tears, because why can't it be you? why can't it be you who gets to experience love from hanbin like that? why is he ashamed to be seen with you? why can't just be seen as something other than the weird kid so that for once, he won't feel ashamed about loving you?

maybe it's better this way, you say in your mind.

but you know it's not, y/n, he doesn't really love you, and you know that, he's just dragging you around because he feels bad, he pities you.

you always try your best to avoid those thoughts when they blast in your head. you know they're right, that it's true. if hanbin loved you, would he even care what other people think? it makes no sense that he fears being seen with you even though everyone would still love him regardless.

every time you look at him, your eyes holding a strong look of fondness, all you can think of is how he looks at you behind closed doors. you always feel your breath hitch when he walks past you in the hallway, and he pretends he doesn't know you, doesn't even regard your existence.

the first few times were okay, you could deal with him avoiding eye contact with you, the eye rolls did make you frown a bit, and so did the snickers, but hanbin loves you, he'd never do anything to intentionally hurt you.

sometimes, you don't get how you forgive him, especially in the worst of situations.

like last week, it was like every other week, you did your best to avoid people who'd potentially punch you in the face, because it had become a staple in your life at this point to do that.

but alas, you have absolutely shitty luck.

it didn't take long for you to get cornered, smashed against a locker, and have a bloody face in the spam of a few seconds. it was painful, yes, but all you could do was wince, every time you did try to defend yourself, you'd get in more trouble than the people that picked on you first.

most people who saw the scene walked past it, or took a photo, or laughed, or just ignored you, and you honestly expected it, but your heart still broke at the way no one thought to help you.

but your heart practically stops when hanbin walks around the corner, and by the look on his face, his does too.

he pauses in his steps, his face practically paling at the sight. he knows that you get horribly bullied everyday, he can tell by the bruises that show up on your body every now and then, but he never says anything in specific about it.

the boys beating you up stop for a second, they're faces paling as soon as they see hanbin. hanbin advocates for no bullying, he was a spokesperson for that very assembly, and they just knew they were in big trouble.

you look to hanbin, tears in your eyes as you wipe the snot running down your nose. he doesn't look over at you, shutting his eyes as he takes in a deep breath. "can you two move? your standing in front of the staircase".

you let out a small gasp, but hanbin's face remains unmoving, the two boys bullying you obediently move out of the way, and so do you. hanbin doesn't spare you a glance, and just walks ahead, making his way down the stairs.

you see? he left you, he doesn't care.

you could barely even pay attention as the nurse was patching up your bruises, all you thought about was how hanbin disregarded you, walked past you like you were nothing, ignored your helplessness and went on with his day like he had nothing to lose.

"you know y/n, i wouldn't even be mad if you began hitting back again" the nurse comments, wiping rubbing alcohol on your bruise as she always does.

"i don't wanna be like the aggressor" you whisper, too hurt to speak loudly.

you wanted to ask hanbin about it, you were screaming in your mind to ask him about it, especially as you lied in his arms later that evening, listening to the random videos he was watching on his phone.

you were about to ask, when hanbin instead interrupted you.

"you know i don't want to hurt you, right?" he says, and you want to punch him, so bad. he tilts your chin up with his index finger, and this time he doesn't avoid eye contact with you. "you really are important to me, y/n, i was just very confused in that moment, i had no idea what to do".

lies, he's such a liar.

you hate the way you always fall for his words, you hate the way he can always easily coax you into thinking what he did wasn't bad, you wanted to punch yourself for forgiving him, because your so stupid thinking those words have any real meaning.

it's just an excuse, he wants an excuse for ignoring you, he wants an excuse for dismissing you like you were nothing.

you open your mouth to respond, but hanbin's hands run through your hair, and you feel a tear stream down your cheek, you didn't even know why your crying. stupid emotions, stupid—

hanbin presses a thumb to your cheek, wiping the tears from your cheek. "no need to cry, pretty" he whispers, giving you nothing but a small peck. "you know i love you, right?"

you barely nod, just laying your head down onto his chest, you hate that you find comfort in the way his hands wrap around you, and how he plants a kiss on your head. you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down.

fake fake fake fake everything.

the way everything unfolds should be enough to you, because someone who loved you would never do that to you would never do that, would they?

but he hugs you, and comforts you, and whispers sweet words into your eyes whenever you break down.

but he does all of those things for her as well.

and well— you feel bad for her, yeah you still do feel jealousy running through your veins, but she doesn't deserve hanbin, she deserves better, not only because he's cheating on her with.. you, but he's such a fucking fake, and you can't fathom how heartbroken she's gonna feel when she figures out everything about you two.

and maybe, for the sake of her, doing this would be a much less painful task.

"do you love me?"

a week after the whole bullying incident, you ask hanbin. he pauses, turning off his phone and looking over at you. the look on his face suggests that he's humored, he finds it funny that you have the confidence to ask such a question. "what kind of question is that y/n?"

you can never identify what kind of tone hanbin holds these days, the only thing you can really tell are his expressions, and it hurts because all you see are grimaces and snickers, no lovely expressions like the ones you stare at him with.

"just, answer it" your voice is shaky, and hanbin is clearly resisting the urge to laugh at how pathetic you look at the moment. he pretends to think about it, but you already know what he's gonna say, because those are the same words he uses all the time when you ask this question.

"what makes you think i don't?" bingo. "i only truly have eyes for you".

his words are such a pain to hear, because after everything he's done to you, after letting you get beat up and not doing anything, he still has the audacity to say that like it's gonna change what he's done to you.

"your such a.." you pause, the words seemingly stuck in your throat, you feel like your about to throw up, you don't wanna say it, but at the same time, you know this had to happen eventually.

"liar".

hanbin pauses again, a look of surprise colors his face as he stares back at you. he wasn't expecting that, because he knows you, and you'd never say that to him, because you love him, and you always told him that.

"ah, what's up with you today, babe?"

the way those words are said makes you want to punch him in the face.

"you don't love me" you say, raising your voice in the slightest. "maybe you did in the beginning but now, you just enjoy having me around, you.. you go around acting so sweet and amazing with your perfect fucking girlfriend and then you leave me to get beat up in the hallways? what kind of person does that?"

the surprising thing about this is how you don't burst into tears while saying this, you somehow keep your cool, especially with how hanbin's face stays unmoving for the most part. he then frowns, a look of faux sadness on his face.

"is that really how you see me? after everything i've done for you?"

"you don't like me!" you exclaim, raising your voice. "the only reason you keep me around is because it makes you feel better about yourself! i could get murdered on the street tomorrow and you wouldn't help me!"

hanbin chuckles, shaking his head, he doesn't move closer to you, because frankly, he thinks you look ridiculous. "your really saying this now? it'd be less funny if you told me a few months ago but to be honest, it humors me just how long it took you.."

your no longer down, your pissed off, you loved hanbin, but he didn't love you, you were just his charity case, someone he kept around to feel good, like he was doing some sort of good deed by dating you.

"you need to go".

hanbin smiles, a fake smile. you know this won't affect him, none of this matters in the end because the only person that suffers is you, hanbin is still going to have a girlfriend, his perfect life, and everybody loving him at the end.

tomorrow when you wake up, you'll still be the weird kid with no friends, that everyone ignores and purposefully avoids.

"alright then".

you close your eyes; and when you hear hanbin shut the door, you sink into the couch and sob. you hate that your crying, because you should feel proud of yourself after breaking up with him, he did nothing to deserve you, and you wish that you weren't crying over him.

he doesn't deserve your tears.

of course, in the back of your head, you had a feeling that his love for you was never true,

but it hurts so much more facing it.

#sung hanbin #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 sung hanbin #zb1 hanbin #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

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Damn I'm really like the storyline of this game.But FUCK Leo,if I ever get a chance to smacked the shit out of him, please Chancellor one chance.He fucked with the Mc head, how Alan and Thoma didn't kick him out that car if beyond me, there better than me honestly.Sho isn't much better because he's going along just because he's isn't mean.

Just because there isn't cruelty that doesn't mean kindness.But he's the lesser evil.Makes me sad for Alan.

Let's talk about Lucas I wonder if the soul system is like JJK,like if your twins you share the same soul and that's why the demon took his brother.

Also which character did you pick for your first

-🤡

I picked Thoma first, but I didn't take screenshots of the opening. Probably gonna use my emulator to take a crack at screencapping all of the boys intros because I am insane and want to pick it apart for lore research.

Twins sharing the same soul/being seen as the same person is very common in Japanese folklore if I understand correctly? But that might just be me overthinking the plot of Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly. So yes that's my assumption too, the demon likely took Luca's brother in his place since they technically share a soul.

Now. Let's talk about Leo. The main reason Alan and Thoma didn't immediately kick him out of the car was to not make a scene. Thoma specifically seems to respect the opportunistic sort, and thinks that Leo shows promise if he shapes up. He's skilled with tech, good at reading people, quick on his feet, all of those things are arguably good traits that Vagastrom, and Alan, could really use! Besides it's not like he has enough on either of them to get in their way yet, best to play it cool and walk away with the upper hand. Another thing we learn from this conversation that might be easy to miss is that unlike Twisted Wonderland where each dorm has rules about who should be the leader, Darwick's Administration picks the Captain and Vice Captain of the dorm, and grades seem to be more important to them than say. Whether or not the person has a good character, as we have seen from both Thoma and Leo, is significantly less important.

But if there is one thing I sort of have to point out that I think Alan gets and tries to call him out on, Leo is incredibly short sighted. He sees MC's power as worthless not because it doesn't work but because he already used it and got what he wants from it. He doesn't see anyone other than himself, and maybe Sho, as a person so he doesn't feel any guilt about using MC to get what he wants and then trying to get her kicked out of the school. He's also the only bitch in this house that completely ignores that MC can't leave, he doesn't mention her curse once when talking about her and honestly I don't think he was paying attention enough to remember that she can't leave because of that. Allan makes a point at the end of the Vagastrom book that I really hope is followed up on:

I sort of read this as applying to his friendship with Sho and his own reputation. Sure, it's all fun and games now while he snatches up the Vice Captain role and still has Sho doing his bidding, but well. Sho does occasionally do what he wants, he didn't go along with Leo's plan, not completely. He didn't outright lie about MC's power, and he hates how Leo keeps asking about why the ghouls made their wish on a demon. He thinks it's wrong, he hates it. Leo's treatment of MC did bother him, and I know he doesn't want MC to die. I don't know how far you or anyone else has made it, but something happens in Book 3 that makes it seem like MC has gone missing, and according to Hyde all of the Frostheim, "and one or two" of the Vagastrom ghouls have to be talked out of going to look for her.

As of right now Leo's only real ally is Sho. If Sho gets fed up with him and stops covering his ass, then Leo has no one, and I don't think that's occurred to him since according to Sho's bio they've been friends since long before Darkwick. Anyway I hope they get divorced and Sho gets to keep his food truck. Like I said, we can run Leo over with it for the insurance money.

Have some Side Notes:

The ring of Solomon, or the ring of wisdom, granted Solomon the power to make demons do his bidding in the original myth. Since ghouls powers come from demons, in some way, shape, or form, my theory is that the ring is likely enhancing the demonic part of them.

The "like doves" supposedly appear when someone is thinking of you positively/likes you. The first people to make these doves appear around MC are Luka and Kaito. The second is Sho, which is honestly why I am a bit softer on him then I should be. The third time it shows up is at the end of Jabberwock's book with all three dorm members present, meaning literally the only bitch in this house who does not respect MC is fucking Leo that dick-

while it isn't specified, Professor Dante appears to be the advisor for both Frostheim and Vagastrom, something I think is more or less confirmed by Hyde being in charge of both Jabberwock and Sinostra. Anyway the point I want to make is that we are missing a dorm if we follow the rule of each advisor being in charge of two, and no I don't mean the two missing characters from Obscuary I mean a whole dorm that seems to have specialized in exorcisms (perhaps of curses 👀):

My personal theory is that their dorm used to be in the Cathedral we are staying in and that it was destroyed during "the Clash" that's been alluded to in the first part of the story, we don't know much about it other than 1) it was between ghouls, perhaps exclusively 2) there is a spy of some sort Thoma and Alan are looking for that might have had something to do with it and 3) a Frostheim student behaved very badly during the Clash to the point Thoma seems to think they should take some responsibility for it. But that's just my speculation, don't know how much of it's real.

#<3 asks #clown annon #tokyo debunker

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monkey-d-ezekiel · 10 months

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Ranking my favorite One Piece theories:

1. Evil Shanks. There's a very strong case to be made for Shanks being evil, most of which revolve around his acquaintance with the Gorosei and role as the self proclaimed balance-maintainer of the world.

2. Rocks D. Xebec being the Old Generation version of Buggy. I can definitely see it happening, as we know almost nothing of Rocks' strength, not even through repute. All the repute in terms of strength goes to the pirates under him, like Whitebeard, Kaido and Big Mom. You can see the same pattern with modern day Buggy and his Cross Guild.

3. Buggy will be the Pirate King before Luffy. This appeals to me on a lot of fronts, but mostly on the gag front. It would be hilarious and totally in line with Buggy's trend of failing upwards.

4. Usopp's lies eventually all being true. I mean, are there any examples to contradict this? Every single lie this man has told became a truth, from goldfish poop to the Island of Dwarves. What else might be true? 8000 men being under Usopp?

5. Blackbeard has three souls. He has three skulls on the Jolly Roger, something which seems very deliberate. He already has two devil fruits, and I definitely feel like Moria's devil fruit is one that would very neatly complete Blackbeard's devil fruit collection. He also never sleeps, which is very strange.

6. Croco-mom. I mean. Yeah. It's pretty unlikely but Ivankov having the genderbending power makes anything possible. Plus she did specifically say that she can "fix" Crocodile and that she "knows his weakness" so.. maybe? It would be insane and absolutely pointless if it turned out to be true, but why not? Oda has done wackier things before.

7. Luffy breaks the Red Line. It's totally in line with the themes of unity and liberation in the story. Marie Jois is also located there. So is Laboon, who's been bashing his head tryna bring it down. Not to mention Fishman Island, which was prophesied to be destroyed by Luffy someday. Not at all an unlikely occurrence.

8. Shanks will lose to Blackbeard. It's barely even a theory at this point. There's been an indirect tension between Shanks and Blackbeard all throughout the story, as Shanks is the one most wary of Blackbeard. He's been warning people about the dude ever since Water 7. Not to mention, he's the only one known to have scarred Shanks while he was on guard, a feat which we still can't explain.

9. Luffy will travel back in time/Has already traveled back in time/Joyboy traveled to the future and became Luffy. These are all different theories but since they're all about time I put them as one. I genuinely have no basis for any of these and they would kinda ruin the inherited will concept of the story but yeah. It would be cool to see Luffy travel forward/backward in time.

10. Brook and Laboon reuniting is the key to the One Piece. I saw this theory on Merphy's channel, and she discusses it a lot better than I could in this post. Here's a link: https://youtu.be/xfLO4NEvEss

What are some of y'all's favorite theories from OP? I wanna hear any obscure and wacky crackhead theories anybody has to share!

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Which pjo books correspond to which Taylor swift albums in your opinion

this is so interesting. i think my answers are like predominantly based on vibes, but also i think there are a song or two from each album i picked that really matches it’s respective book. it’s hard to narrow down an entire album to a book because taylor writes about so many things within an album so it’s very broad.

lightning thief: fearless. i think it being the true big start of taylors career (sorry debut love u girl) and tlt being the big start of the series, that just matches up super well. plus i think the concept of wanting to be fearless fits percy so well in this book because he’s just doing his best to put on a brave face and get through this insane quest. i would also say the song change fits this book pretty well

sea of monsters: evermore? this one was honestly the hardest (maybe because this is my least fave book) so i will not lie, it’s mainly the color of the book cover that’s drawing me to this album😭 but i also think certain songs remind me of certain scenes, like willow and evermore make me think of the sirens scenes and cowboy like me can kinda fit circes island imo. idk. it’s mainly the brown cover of the book tho

titans curse: folklore. percy is literally just in his sad girl era with annabeth missing. i feel like there’s a few songs that really fit the vibe, even if they don’t match up perfectly lyrically, but like this is me trying, peace, maybe even betty. there’s like a few lyrics from each of those that i feel match up with how percy was feeling in this book, even though i don’t think i can say the same about the songs as a whole. if that makes sense.

battle of the labyrinth: midnights. aside from the obvious that there’s literally a song called labyrinth, i think this is a very vulnerable album of taylor trying to figure herself out and there’s so many ups and downs to the album which feels fitting for them going through this labyrinth that messes with their minds and they’re also just trying to figure shit out. you’re on your own kid seems kinda fitting for this book too but i could fit that song with like any of the books, it’s just so percy jackson coded.

last olympian: speak now. i mean.. have you heard long live? the energy of that album just feels so fitting for this book idk. i would also argue for reputation just because you know, best book, best album. they just reign superior.

#i tried to answer this last week and i accidentally closed out of it and it didn’t save #so now that i’m no longer engaged. here you go<3 #linchow #pjo

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archer rewatches nlmg: episode 5

🏆 achievement unlocked: wish you could kill a parent (2x)

🚫 error: achievement detected for almost every other media watched

‼️🏆 rare achievement unlocked: praise a parent

your CHILD was ATTACKED, is BRUISED, BEATEN, and HAS A BROKEN ARM, and THIS is what you ask? i'm gonna kill this man. i'm gonna fucking kill him.

YESSS GO OFF BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!

btw idk if we've ever talked about this, but chanon is a very classic case of "i'm taking out my hatred for my ex spouse on my child"

he's asking it like it's an afterthought, like it's some annoying obligation. literally please jump off a roof.

buddy, could you locate the words "i'm sorry" in your surely extensive vocabulary?

oh! go fuck yourself, ben :)

i hope to gods this is a new personal signature, nueng

their evil rich people horse riding vs my pure good cultural horse riding

i love her 🥹

my boy is not pulling any punches this episode and i for one think it's iconic!!

DEEPLY unprofessional to invite one student without their guardian, while the other has one present. do you not fucking see the clear issue that will arise there?

your dad died so now you're a homosexual. famously, that is how people become gay. if your father is alive but you are gay, please contact your mother and discuss the possibility of her cheating urgently.

go OFF, babyboy!!!!

SHE knows that? why the fuck would the principle know your son's sexuality, you fucking weirdo?

now this is just a bad argument. we all know the likelihood of a class or dare i say school president being gay is extremely high.

palm is truly the sweetest boy on earth

yay! everyone cheered!

they were insane for this btw. both of them but especially palm.

this is when we should have known there is no turning back for this boy. he's down bad.

not gonna lie, this conversation is almost a masterclass on how to do this correctly. she explicitly says that her child's happiness is more important than the family business and reputation. all she wants from him is to live a life that will make him happy, even if it doesn't fit with what she imagined his life would be like. she does something, which many parents fail at, which is telling him that he is an adult who now makes his own decisions and whose first thought shouldn't be what his mother wants, that he needs to centre what he wants in his life. she says that she is ok with anything and anyone he likes and that she is proud of him no matter what. really, my only minor complaint is her saying that she is disappointed in herself because he didn't feel like he could tell her, because it briefly centres the conversation around her, but even there i'm already being nitpicky, just because everything else is so 🤌 11/10.

trust me, it's going to be very easy to multitask dating and taking care of nueng in his case

the brief but constant shots of their hands. jojo knows his audience.

#never let me go #archer rewatches nlmg: ep 5 #long post

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Let's talk about why Blank Space by Taylor Swift is an Ian Gallagher song.

The ironic tone of the song is so important and key for this, Taylor presents herself as this serial dater that makes men fall in love with her by being exactly what they want, makes that relationship a living hell because it seems, according to the narrative that the media spreads, that she's the problem and then they leave her. She's embracing the character that the media built for her and she's doing it with irony and sarcasm, like "oh, yeah I'm so crazy I even have a list of all the men I've dated".

So keeping this in mind, let's see the connections to Ian. In my mind this song encapsulates his character from s4 to s10 but specially in s6 and s7. What do we see him doing in those two seasons? Dating men that aren't Mickey. And he tries, he tries really hard to be what they want, what they need. He even, specially in Caleb's case, tries to separate them from his family so they don't know he's not this well put together persona he's trying to be. But that's his nature, a nature that he also embraces with irony and sarcasm every time he talks about his bipolar. He keeps that tone every time he thinks or insinuates that any of those relationships could end because of that, because it seems like he's the problem, like he's the one being what everyone needs until the worst comes. Until this nature he can't stop manifests itself and the relationship ends.

He views himself as a mess, as a problem, as this fucked up thing no one can't fix because there's nothing to fix. He thinks he’s this thing that can lie and pretend to be okay, to be fine until it's not, until it breaks and it hurts you leaving you with a nasty scar. Obviously this comes from the idea that he could end up being like his mum, being destructive. He feels that being in a relationship with him is just waiting for the fatal final mess that at some point will come, you could even say he thinks he's a nightmare dressed like a daydream. He can be what you want, you can fall in love with him but the end is right there waiting. The destructive nature he thinks he has in him it's patiently waiting.

It feels like he started those relationships knowing they would end, that they would be a name on that list the song mentions and maybe the rumor would spread and "they'll tell you I'm insane". Though that line could also be a reference to the reputation that having the same mental illness as his mum builts for him.

But then, Trevor. He lets Trevor know some stuff about his family and this time it's not only him the destructive element, it's his family at least in s7. And he lets him know probably because he has seen other complicated lives because of his job, so he could understand and not judge unlike Caleb who had a very stable and normal life. So he tries, he tries to be everything Trevor needs, he listens, he nods and smiles and understands. He tries to be better and know better and tries, he tries so hard to fit in Trevor's world, in Trevor's life. But it happens again, he's just dressed as a daydream because he wants to be loved so bad that he would be anything for that, he would be that boy for a month. But once again, never forgetting the irony and sarcasm of it all, the worst is yet to come. And of course, everything ends but Trevor couldn't say he didn't warn him. Ian told him about his mum, about his bipolar so he should've seen it coming, right?

Turns out boys don’t want love if it’s torture even if that's what he has seen in his parents, even if he has seen destruction being part of love. But he will take those relationships way too far, because he's young and reckless and will watch them end knowing it was gonna happen, knowing everyone knew it would because this is what he does, this is what that nature he understands as his, does.

This is why Blank Space is an Ian Gallagher song, because in an ironical and sarcastic way, he embraces the idea of him being the problem, the reason why his relationships don't work.

#it makes sense TO ME #gallavich #shameless #mickey milkovich #ian gallagher #gallavich headcanon #gallavich meta #i guess idk

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Jaehaera Targaryen (oc)

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Warnings: smut mentions, sexism, touch of homophobia, and mentions of incest (and step-cest)

Again— it’s the Targaryens, what do you expect.

(Only the older parts of the family cause… the younger ones don’t know the difference)

What we’re their relationships like as she got older?

Viserys

First off— Absolute pushover.

Shouldn’t be a surprise with how he treats Rhaenyra. Man will literally break all tradition, with the justification of “I am king”.

Jaehaera wants to wear pants instead of dresses. Done, without a second to waste. And if she did want to wear a dress, you best believe it was the best money could buy.

His darling daughter wants to study with high scholars— only the best teachers of course. Anything she wished to know or learn she’d be taught. Books would be imported from the farthest edges of Westeros. Oh— and best believe he built her a private library. He knows how she loves her privacy, how she detested the public and fuss of events. He’d catered to her every need as she grew.

Even when he didn’t necessarily agree— like with swordsmanship. Viserys would be so freaking worried at the beginning, not wanting his little girl to get hurt. But he lets her anyway.

And even though it’s “against the rules”, Jaehaera could compete in tournaments whenever she damn well please, and he was always there to watch with pride.

There was not a price in gold that would hinder her requests. If the girl has asked him for a fucking castle bigger than king’s landing, it would have been made— and he’d put every man he could to work in order for it to be done quickly. Amazons quick delivery service would have NOTHING on this man’s will.

However, she was never extreme in that fashion. The kingdom was honestly lucky that she was far more rational and conservative with money, or else they may be in poverty.

So as she got older, matured, and got around to marrying age— all suitors of all ages came in like filthy vultures. And of course, no one was ever good enough.

He thought the same for both his daughters, the only reason why he made Rhaenyra marry was in order to secure he claim to the throne— heirs. Jaehaera on the other hand…

Jaehaera at 14/15: Father I don’t wish to marry—

Viserys: GREAT ITS SETTLED THEN

Of course if she did fall in love or wish to marry, he wouldn’t be able to say no. It’s damn near impossible. I swear to god this man would actually rather die than say no to her.

Jaehaera would DEFINITELY become more of an adviser to Viserys as she got older. She was already like his own little personal spy, so as she got older, made more connections, and was actually able to stir the pot without being harmed (because now she’d love for a bitch to try—), that relationship only grew stronger.

Most people when they watch the two together could get mental whiplash I’m not even gonna lie. One moment Jaehaera is kneeling before Viserys calling him “my king” or “your majesty”— basically going through ALL the damn formalities even though viserys has told her a thousand times she doesn’t need to— just to act like a child the next minute. Sure, if she has something political or otherwise important to tell him, Jaehaera stays more calm, professional even. But the moment the formality is over and done she like, “Hi dad! Wanna watch me dual? Oh! I learned a new trick on Shkros!”

She’d also just tell him the most random shit and facts she learns, probably rant about stories or things she’s gotten insanely fixated on. Viserys would EAT THAT SHIT UP. He could listen for hours and smile or laugh at the girl.

Oh, and Viserys literally became deaf at some point to all slander toward her, even if it came from Otto. Man would not hear of any of it.

In his mind Jaehaera did no wrong. So when anyone questioned her innocence or reputation—

“All of these are mere, petty rumors from jealousy for my daughter’s brilliance.”

“I will not hear of it, next person to say such a thing will lose their tongue.”

“Jaehaera would never, and even if she had you have no proof.”

“Who are you to question the princess? My daughter?”

To the day until she inevitably starts leaving more frequently, they would meet almost every night in the kitchens, sharing bread and milk like the day they first met.

Sadly, around the time his sickness gets really bad, she would be gone even longer. He knew why.

She had spent months before trying to heal him, and she did a better job then the scholars and maesters could ever dream. But they both knew that it was only slowly his demise. There was no cure for time, as it was fast on viserys heels.

A lot of people thought they had a falling out during this time because of her absence, but the truth of it was that they had an agreement. Jaehaera had made a promise to secure and protect their family. Not just Rhaenyra’s claim to the throne, but the state of it all.

She went to every kingdom to make alliances, or to strengthen old ones. She made deals to compact no army could penetrate them. And she would be damned if she failed.

Jaehaera had barely the idea of what love felt like before she became Viserys’ daughter. So with all her being she’d protect her home, her life, his legacy, her family.

Daemon

Two words— Teddy Bear.

He’s an absolute simp.

Would and does worship the ground she walks on.

If you thought he was insufferable when she was younger, following her around, constantly seeking her attention, giving her anything she stares at too long, and talk about protective— times that by a million.

The moment he came back and saw how she had…matured. Daemon went feral. I’m talking glaring at every person who so much as glances Jaehaera’s way that wasn’t family. He even had a small bit of beef with Sir Harwin because of how close he had become to her. It was only until she told him to back the fuck off that he calmed down.

He’d also use every excuse he could muster to be close to her. And Daemon likes to be sly, or try at least, so it would start innocent.

*walking literally anywhere, even around the castle, and he hold her hand* “Don’t want you to get lost my little wanderer.”

*Leans against her: arm around shoulders, or wrapped around her waist to rest his head in the crook of her neck.* “I’m tired.” Or if your at an event, “You soothe the throbbing in my head, love.”

Then this bitch would push his luck.

He’d slowly slip his fingers up her shirt or any bare skin he could get his hands on— and being that she didn’t normally like to wear much, he had so many places to choose from.

“My hands are cold!” *it’s literally like 100 degrees out*

He also has a weird obsession with her hair. Like he’d dimly admire it at first, wondering what it feels like. Was it was soft as feathers? Or smooth as silk?

Well one day he impulsive touched it. Of course he made it seem as if it were a normal interaction— brushing it away from her open shoulders to show off the dip in the heavenly dress she wore to some banquet he couldn’t even remember the occasion for.

All he knew was that he instantly became addicted to the feeling of the strands between his fingers.

They’d be talking underneath the trees of the gardens and he’d randomly start petting her head. At first Jaehaera would tense up because of the foreign feeling, but after a few seconds and Daemon asking her permission, she’d let him to it again. Oh he’d be jumping for joy in his brain.

Especially loving it when her eyes would flutter shut when he’d start to scratch her scalp and massage her temples.

And however wholesome this man could be at sometimes, he’s mind would definitely wander. He’d start to wonder what it’s be like if she were underneath him, hair and body sprawled out for him to play with. To make her feel good.

Or perhaps if she were to ride him and as she leaned forward, her hair would drape around them, all while tickling his thighs, arms and face. Oh how pretty she would look.

Oh and don’t get him started about how hard he gets when she pulls her hair into a ponytail or high braid. All he could think about was taking her from behind, pulling on her hair so that her back would be flush with his chest.

God she drove him crazy.

So the infamous Prince, know for being I’ll tempered and cruel, would be siting with the girl in her free time, taking turns braiding each others chair.

What he doesn’t know is that she’s not as oblivious as he thinks. It wasn’t hard to notice how he’d have to shift in he seat around her, or the growing bulge in his pants as she laid her head in his lap— letting out shameless moans as he kneaded her scalp.

Jaehaera just thought in rather fun to tease him, and to make him think she was totally innocent in her acts.

But besides the obvious sexual tension— Dameon would respect Jaehaera a lot. Of course he’d still be hot headed, crazy, and rebellious. It was his nature. And it also happened to be hers in some cases.

It was almost like putting two delinquents in the same room with some gunpowder a few matches.

The only difference was that she was more rational when it came to future consequences. She actually looked ahead. Dameon… not so much. He’d rather jump into battle or war, only depending on himself and his sword “dark sister”.

But.. if he had to, the person who’d he’d listen to was Jaehaera. And that’s because in his eyes, she was always right.

And that was not to be disputed.

Rhaenyra

She’s spoiled. We all know that. So she’s definitely get more possessive of Jaehaera.

When she married Laenor, it was hard because she longed for intimacy that he could not give her. But she was content with him because she thought she had at least evaded being married to an imbecile.

So even though it was unheard of, Rhaenyra still insisted on sharing a bed with her almost every night. Both girls were always close, and comfortable with each other physically. Rhaenyra had been the second person to bless her with gentle affection through touch. One might say that other than herself, Jaehaera trusted Rhaenyra with her body the most.

They would cling to each other in the night, bodies intertwined, grazing each other carefully, or tenderly squeezing flesh. All of it was natural to them. And to Jaehaera it was all she’d ever known when it came to the pair. It was only after their incident at the brothel that caused a shift in their behavior.

Rhaenyra had only heard of what had happened with Jaehaera because of her fathers reprimanding. It was light compared to what she faced, but she still felt something brewing in her stomach. She couldn’t quite place the emotion, it resting somewhere in between jealousy and curiosity. And it scared her.

Soon she found herself growing paranoid and angered at everyone Jaehaera looked at fondly. Especially a particular maid of hers…

Soon Rhaenyra would lie awake at night, Jaehaera sleeping soundly beside her, and she’s let her mind wander to what she thought the girl may have been doing with other women.

Soon she’d been touching herself at the thought of it being her who received such attention from Jaehaera.

And later as she noticed Daemon’s actions toward them both she couldn’t help but dwell on the thought of having them both. Even after Daemon married Laena. She’s simply add her to the equation too; she knew how much Jaehaera fancied her.

However, as the drift between her and Alicent grew even larger— especially after the whole air Criston cole situation— she became more worried that Jaehaera would leave her.

She had no reason to worry, I mean Jaehaera absolutely adore the girl. She would do practically anything for her. And the two princesses were almost attached at the hip at some point.

Yet as Jaehaera began to venture farther out, her time away from home increasing every voyage, Rhaenyra would make sure to claim whatever time Jaehaera had to spare when she had returned.

Of course, she didn’t mind sharing this time with other people she loved: Viserys, Daemon, Laenor, Sir Harwin.

Jaehaera knew. Anyone could tell that her children were not sired by Laenor, but Jaehaera knew that they were his kids.

And that’s because she walked in on them fucking once.

To this day she’d tease Rhaenyra about it, occasionally praising her for how quiet she could be with such a large prick inside her.

(She would also confirm to anyone that asks that Sir Harwin is hung— because let’s be honest he is.)

And after Rhaenyra had Jace, she’s notice that happened to grab even more of Jaehaera’s attention. More of her protection. Jaehaera would visit more frequently, ask if she was being properly taken care of, if anyone had disrespected her, and constantly hovering around her and Jace when she was at home.

As much as Rhaenyra loved Sir Harwin, she couldn’t deny that Jaehaera was a huge reason for her having more children. For the more she had, she more of Jaehaera she got.

Alicent

Obsessed and paranoid.Gonna be real— we all saw this coming.

Alicent would definitely be giving yandere, but she would never tell Jaehaera when she could or could not leave. (Like shed be able to in the first place.)

At first, when they’re in their later teens, Alicent really just wants to keep Jaehaera in her life. So she sees Rhaenyra as a threat, because they’re at all odds. She gets extremely worried whenever Jaehaera starts to pull away because of her marrying Viserys, and a little scared. Alicent really didn’t like lying to her, but she was as equally as scared of her father’s backlash. So when Jaehaera started to catch on with the whole scheme, Alicent didn’t know what to do or think.

Jaehaera was never actually cruel to her in anyway. In fact, the rather opposite. She’d still join her for tea or visit her whenever Rhaenyra was busy with her duties. But there was always a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that made her need validation.

“You’re not mad at me are you Princess?”

Glancing up intently at her, Jaehaera would answer, “No, Ali. I just hate your father insists on hurts those I care for.”

Hitching her breath, there was a small flutter in the pit of her stomach. Jaehaera made it sound as if she were included in the category. That sent Alicent’s heart on fire.

“And don’t think of defending him darling,” Jaehaera snipped, standing up to grab ahold of her chin. “It’ll just make me hate him more.”

Would definitely become paranoid later on as Rhaenyra has kids because well… Jaehaera increasingly becomes more attached to her as she does. Not that Alicent’s children don’t get enough attention as is. Jaehaera spoils every single one of them. But Alicent doesn’t see it like that, so what does she do? Talks shit.

She’ll start sneaking in comments or rumors of Rhaenyra’s children’s the obvious hair color difference, and other features. How they’re “growing in to very clad, dark handsome boys” and how she “adores their curly brown hair”.

Then, on top of it all is— she thinks she’s getting away with it at first because Jaehaera will laugh occasionally and say something back. Soon she becomes unaware of the warning stares being sent her way. Her growing audacity eventually leads to a more intense reaction after she questions their birthright.

“I’m not sure if they would be given the thrown that easily.” She’d say calmly with a soft smile while pouring Jaehaera a drink.

She’s hear the princess hum and ask, “Why’s that?”

“Oh you know, their features are rathe strange for a Targaryen. Some might question if they are truly—,”

Alicent would be cut off quickly, and the bottle of wine would have slipped through her hands from shock and broke into pieces by their feet if it weren’t for Jaehaera’s quick hand. With one hand setting the bottle aside, the other held Alicent’s jaw firm, making it so she couldn’t talk, yet it would not leave a bruise on her skin.

Jaehaera’s were practically predatory as they glared into Alicent’s. And as she leaned closer to the woman’s face, Alicent couldn’t help but gasp at the proximity.

“Don’t start acting like your father Ali. It doesn’t suit you.” Jaehaera would whisper firmly, pulling away only to keep a burning gaze. “And if you ever say something like that again around me, I promise you, I will kill him.”

After her hand leaves her mouth, Alicent would rub the tender skin, weak in the knees and almost desperate for it to return. “Why?” She’s ask in a whisper.

Tilting her head to the side, Jaehaera’s expression softened and she caressed her cheek. “Because he would have killed something I care for. And I cannot allow that.”

Otto

He’s a petty bitch.

Would not know what the fuck to do when it comes to Jaehaera.

Would also try really hard to spread rumors about her under the kings radar. Probably called her a homophobic slur at some point and made a backhand comment about her being a woman. We all know it’s true.

He’s well aware that she hates him after Alicent marries Viserys. Would for sure get tortured by Daemons antics even more because of Jaehaera’s permission.

Honestly he’s just fucked, so he’s constantly trying to find a way to keep himself in the good graces of the king, so Jaehaera won’t kill him.

Also another reason why he’d push Aegon to succeed the thrown— also also another reason why the greens pull this shit while she’s gone on her voyages and travels. He knows he wouldn’t be able to get away with it otherwise.

Sir Criston

Another petty bitch.

Jaehaera finds him annoying after a while. She gave him a little sympathy at first because of the whole Rhaenyra brothel incident, but she’d always choose Rhaenyra.

Lightens up around Alicent because she likes her. But she’ll roast the shit out of him at any time. Unprovoked.

And if he really pisses her off best believe she’s threaten him (and let Daemon loose).

“I gave you the position in the kings guard, I could easily take it away. Even if it hurt Ali’s feelings for a while. She could never stay mad at me. She’d forget you in a heartbeat.”

Sir Harwin

Homies Fr

These two would just make a bunch of dirty jokes, cursing like sailors, and spar.

Canon that they would call each other bad worms as pet names:

“Good morning my little bitch how are you?”- Jaehaera greeting him in the mornings for training.

“Hey arsehole! You owe me one!” - Harwin after covering up for her to go sneak off with a lady/lord and/or when he’d lie about seeing Daemon first in the nighttime competitions.

Causal greetings or hellos: “Hello there cunt!” “Ahhh there’s my favorite little shit!”

Both were definitely into each other some point but it was a fleeting crush. He fell in love with Rhaenyra, she loved him, so Jaehaera loved them and that they were happy.

Harwin along with Laenor we’re her personality wingmen and cheerleaders.

He’d cover/lie for her in a heart beat. And he has soooo much respect for her. In another life they’d probably be siblings.

Laenor

I’ll say it again for the people in the back: Laenor is Jaehaera’s cheerleader.

If they had the word bestie back then, best believe he’d be like: “GO BESTIE, GO!!!”

Ton of gay jokes, but also would comfort each other being of society and internal homophobia because people fucking suck. (I’m looking at you Otto)

Definitely have seen each other naked, probably drunk or honestly skinny dipping. Also— because they’re constantly covering for each other so they can… Y’know… they’ve probably stood guard for each other at some point. So I can definitely see Laenor or her just opening the door once as the other and whoever they’re with is mid fucking, and be like: “can you hurry up Rhaenyra (or some other person) is looking for you?”

And if Laenor ever finished quickly, Jaehaera would say: “damn took you longer than I thought, ten whole seconds, I had my money on five.”

Oh and Laenor absolutely giggles or chokes on his drink anytime someone says anything remotely disrespectful toward Jaehaera or him because he knows this person is about to die.

Rhaenys and Corlys

Definition of second parents. Basically adopt Jaehaera whenever Viserys isn’t around.

Corlys is so proud of her when she gets older and leads a battalion and or her own voyages. He would also get teary eyes whenever he sees her helping Luke learn how to navigate and captain a ship, then blame it on “salt water that splashed into his eyes”.

He LOVES being a girl dad (excluding Laenor). Prizes Laena and Jaehaera. And even low key ships them because let’s be so for real… he knows. Later he’ll make jokes that it must be in the gene’s because both his kids came out fruity.

And Rhaenys and Corlys adore the relationship between her and their kids.

Rhaenys especially. She loves how safe and natural both her children are around her. They don’t have to pretend. She swears she’s trust her with both their lives because she knows Jaehaera would always protect them and vise versa. (Also ships Laena with her, and claims all the time that Daemon is just a third party.)

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