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We are not the same.
Some folks: SJM foreshadowed a blood duel between Azriel and Lucien in the Bonus Chapter to win Elain’s heart/claim his mate.
Me, an intellectual: SJM foreshadowed the blood duel in regard to Lucien because he will use it to save Elain’s life, likely from Beron, because this time he will be powerful enough to stop Jesminda’s fate from repeating itself again.
#elucien#pro elucien#elain x lucien#elucien head canon#anti e/riel#yall this is called a red herring#this is clearly Zuko’s story from ATLA where he was helpless and lost everything to exile by failing to fight his father in a duel#but when faced in a duel again he will prove his power against his horrible dad#Lucien was willing to lay down his life for Feyre his friend#don’t you realize he is going to do the same for his mate?#and he’s going to WIN and save her because there’s no way in hell he will let history repeat itself#especially for his mate#Lucien would never blood duel out of jealousy#he acts with honor and loyalty#yall will see#this is a story of his growth and coming into his own power too and getting justice from his father#and I just know Elain is going to help him in some way#pro lucien vanserra
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luke skywalker as the tragic ronin is lowkey so compelling 👀
#he avenged his fallen lord but at the cost of his own honor#in the act of his own loyalty he went against the path that was laid out before him and was punished for it#even though he ultimately restored peace he will never truly feel like a part of society again#might elaborate later
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He clapped the young leader on his arm, then stepped back, indicating that Baine should proceed to his people’s traditional place on the left of the warchief’s throne. At least Garrosh had made no effort to demote the tauren. Baine noted that Lor’themar was now on the right side of Garrosh, and next to the blood elves’ sea of gold and red was the green skin of the goblins. Sylvanas and her Forsaken were directly opposite the orc, and Vol’jin and his trolls sat next to Baine.
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“Out of all the leaders, save Gallywix—who is supportive merely because he sees coins to be made—you are the only one who doesn’t question your warchief. Not even when Sylvanas tries to play upon your sympathy. I respect that, elf. Know that your loyalty to me is duly noted.” “The Horde embraced and supported my people when no one else would,” Lor’themar replied. “I will not forget that. And so, my loyalty, and that of my people, is to the Horde.” Unease stirred in Garrosh as he noticed a slight emphasis on Lor’themar’s last word. “I am the Horde’s warchief, Lor’themar. And as such, I am the Horde.” “You are its warchief,” Lor’themar said, agreeing readily. “Is that all you wish of me? My people are anxious to return home and prepare for the war that is to come.” “Of course,” Garrosh said. “You may go.” Lor’themar had said nothing inflammatory, but the unease did not dissipate as Garrosh regarded the sea of red and gold move toward the gates of Orgrimmar. “That one is worth watching,” he said to Malkorok.
just made me think that at the same time garrosh despised the blood elves as much as he despised everyone who isn't an orc (and even some of them) he really wanted them to be his loyal underlings except lor'themar hates his guts and was just careful not to show it ♥️
#it's the fact he doesn't offer sylvanas aid in her plea to protect the sin'dorei and don't act suspicious#but at the same time#the one bit where they talk and garrosh speaks of his loyalty#and he says his loyalty and that of his people is to the horde#and garrosh is all 'i am the warchief. i am the horde.'#and lor'themar just replies 'you are the warchief' ????#king behavior#» out of character — ⌜number one elf apologist.⌟#like... taking the place of honor from the trolls and giving it to the belfs#wanting to talk directly to lor to acknowledge his 'loyalty' while saying no one else was that loyal#if he was a cheap bitch lor'themar may have taken the scraps but he is not#and he's not dumb most of all and he knew sooner or later garrosh would come for his people too#it's the fact garrosh was so easily played tbh#until he was not and fucked over the belfs but oh well#i just think that's interesting#lor'themar vc: as if i'd be on the side that has garrosh and gallywix. lol. lmao even.
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Zoro in episode 3:
Zoro in episode 5:
Zoro doesn't dispute being Luffy's first mate — because of course, he doesn't; at this point in the story he is already devoted to following Luffy even if he hasn’t declared it yet — but when it comes to actually acting as the first mate, he needs to be told what to do. So he asks Luffy if he is okay and doesn't actually ask about Garp and that's it. To put it differently, he is the first mate but only in name.
Zoro in episode 7:
The possibly most integral part about Zoro’s character is that he is a man of honor and a man of his word. So after declaring his undying loyalty to Luffy, he is no longer just the first mate in name but also in his actions. This time, he doesn't need to be told to follow Luffy, he does it on his own and without hesitation. He doesn't ask Luffy any empty questions either but simply stands by his side. He gets ready to leave again at one point but that’s the exact moment Luffy takes to open up — because he does need Zoro there with him and of course, Zoro stays. As far as the actual conversation goes, Zoro gently questions if Luffy is doing the reasonable thing but Luffy trusts his own intuition and knowing how well that served him before, the matter ends here for Zoro. He trusts Luffy and his course of action.
Luffy really said "I need you, Zoro" and Zoro in turn vowed to stand by his side forever. And he does; he honors his word.
#one piece#one piece live action#zolu#luzo#analysis#long post#opla 1x03#opla 1x05#opla 1x07#text#my gifs#1k
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⤜ ˚. ✦ ⸝⸝ ֙⋆ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 ᳝ › 𓈒 ୨.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲)
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 ?
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐨𝐭𝟖 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟎.𝟕𝐤
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧
• Always on alert: Chan constantly checks up on you, even if it’s just to see how your day’s going. He makes sure you’re okay and genuinely cares about your well-being.
• Gentle yet firm boundaries: If someone tries to make you uncomfortable, Chan steps in with a quiet but assertive presence. He’s not confrontational, but his stance and words make it clear he won’t let anyone disrespect you.
• Late-night talks: He often stays up late just to talk things through if something’s bothering you. Chan’s the type who reassures you with words of encouragement and deep conversations.
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
• Subtle guardian: Minho isn’t overly vocal about his protectiveness, but he’s very observant. He’ll notice if someone’s acting suspiciously around you or if you seem uneasy, and he’ll handle it without making a scene.
• Physical boundaries: If you’re uncomfortable in crowded places, he subtly shields you, standing close and giving off a silent “don’t mess with us” vibe. He’s also the type to hold your hand tightly, like he’s anchoring you.
• Supportive presence: Even though he prefers you staying out of the public eye, he’s there to defend you against any negativity you might face, especially from people who try to intrude.
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
• Assertive protector: Changbin isn’t afraid to confront people who cross the line. He’ll be vocal if someone is disrespectful, always ready to stand up for you.
• Physical comfort: He’s the type to keep an arm around you in busy or overwhelming situations, creating a protective bubble. It’s almost second nature to him.
• Always encouraging: He motivates you to be strong and resilient, yet he’ll always have your back, reminding you that he’s there if you need him.
𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
• Empathetic approach: Hyunjin is highly attuned to your emotions. If you’re feeling down or uncomfortable, he’s quick to notice and offer comfort, whether through kind words, soft touches, or just being there.
• Gentle reassurances: He’s more about comforting you than being overly protective. He’ll hold your hand, pull you closer, and whisper sweet words to help you feel secure.
• Defends your honor: If anyone dares to say something negative about you, Hyunjin won’t hold back in defending you, even if it means pulling them aside for a firm talk.
𝐇𝐚𝐧
• Casual protector: Jisung has a playful way of protecting you, using humor to defuse tense situations. He’ll joke around, making you laugh to ease your anxiety.
• Hiding his seriousness: Although he’s usually laid-back, if anyone crosses a line, he’ll drop his playful demeanor and confront the situation head-on.
• Comforting distraction: When you’re upset, he distracts you by doing something silly or taking you somewhere fun to cheer you up, reminding you of the good times.
𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱
• Soft protector: Felix is more of a comforting presence than an aggressive protector. He uses his words and gestures to make sure you feel safe.
• Always checking in: He’ll frequently ask if you’re okay, especially in public places or unfamiliar environments. Felix is the type to keep an eye on you, subtly ensuring you’re comfortable.
• Loyal defender: If someone ever says anything hurtful or rude about you, his soft voice turns firm as he calmly addresses the issue. He doesn’t need to raise his voice; his loyalty and love are clear.
𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
• Respectful and firm: Seungmin won’t make a scene, but he knows how to command respect. If someone’s bothering you, he’s quick to politely, yet firmly, set boundaries.
• Understated comfort: He prefers to be a steady, calm presence, letting you lean on him without smothering you. Seungmin trusts that you can handle yourself but is always there if you need him.
• Gentle reminders: He reminds you to take care of yourself, subtly checking in and offering support without overwhelming you.
𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
• Warm: Jeongin always looks out for you, particularly when you’re in unfamiliar places. He’ll subtly keep you close and make sure you’re comfortable.
• Assertive: Though typically sweet and caring, he doesn’t shy away from confrontation if someone makes you uncomfortable. He’ll step up and stand his ground to defend you.
• Lighthearted: Like Jisung, he has a playful side and uses humor to keep you at ease. If things get tense, he’ll try to lighten the mood with a joke or a warm hug.
tags: @omgsecretsecret, @therealmsbahng, @amarecerasus, @estella-novella
#hyunjin x reader#stray kids headcanons#lee know x y/n#lee know x you#lee know x reader#lee minho x y/n#lee minho x you#lee minho x reader#hyunjin x y/n#hyunjin x you#bang chan x y/n#bang chan x you#bang chan x reader#changbin x y/n#changbin x you#changbin x reader#han jisung x y/n#han jisung x you#han jisung x reader#lee felix x y/n#lee felix x you#lee felix x reader#stray kids x reader#stray kids#seungmin x reader#seungmin x y/n#seungmin x you#jeongin x y/n#jeongin x reader#jeongin x you
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The Broken Crown (1/2)
- Summary: Aegon the Conqueror's youngest sister, Y/N Targaryen, once bethrohed to Torrhen Stark, is forced into a marriage with her brother after he calls off her engagement out of jealousy. Struggling with her lost future and the life she never wanted, she repeatedly refuses Aegon's attempts to consummate the marriage. When she tries to escape to Essos on her dragon, Visenya intercepts her, and Aegon, in an act of control, chains her dragon to prevent any further rebellion, leaving her feeling trapped and broken.
- Paring: sister!reader/Aegon I Targaryen
- Rating: Mature 16+
- Word count: 6 200+
- Next part: 2
- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @fiction-fanfic-reader @fireandblood-mharmie @poisonedsultana
- A/N: Unexpected post. Let's see how it goes.
The wind howls outside your chambers, filling the air with the distant sounds of restless dragons, their cries melding with the deep, rolling growl of the sea beyond Dragonstone. The fire crackles in the hearth, sending flickers of light dancing across the walls. You sit alone, staring at the flickering flames, lost in thought. The glow reflects off the dark red and gold silk of your gown, the rich colors echoing the deep hues of Tesaerix's scales.
It has been weeks since your marriage to Aegon—your brother, your king—and yet your chambers remain cold. You know why he comes to you. You know what he desires. Yet every time, you turn him away, the bitterness of your broken future thick on your tongue.
You were supposed to be wed to Torrhen Stark, the former King in the North. A marriage of fire and ice, binding the Targaryens to the cold and ancient lineage of the Starks. You had imagined a life in the North, the fierce honor of the Starks, the warmth of a hearth shared between husband and wife, and the promise of a family. Torrhen would have been yours and yours alone. His loyalty and affection were clear in every letter, in every word whispered between couriers.
But Aegon... Aegon grew jealous. He called off the betrothal without a word to you, with a simple, royal command. And now, you sit here, a queen in name, yet more of a pawn than ever before.
The door to your chambers opens softly, the sound of boots upon stone barely audible over the crackling of the fire. You do not turn. You know who it is.
"Y/N," Aegon's voice rumbles low, rich with the quiet authority of a conqueror. He does not have to ask permission to enter; this is his castle, and you are his wife.
"You shouldn’t be here," you say quietly, your eyes still on the flames. "Not tonight."
"And yet, here I am." His voice is closer now, and you feel the heat of his presence behind you. "You’ve denied me time and time again."
You stand, your hands tightening into fists at your sides, still refusing to face him. "Because this was not meant to be. You took my future from me, Aegon. Torrhen was—" Your voice cracks, though you try to hold your composure. "I was meant to marry him. I was meant to be his only wife, to have his children. You stole that from me."
Aegon steps around to face you, his violet eyes, so like your own, burning with a mixture of frustration and something deeper. His silver hair, shining in the firelight, falls loosely about his shoulders, making him seem more a dragon than a man.
"You speak of duty as if you do not know it, sister," he says, his voice softer now, though no less commanding. "Do you truly believe you could have lived in the North? Away from your blood? Away from me?"
His words send a chill through you, a reminder of the bond that ties you both. You were born into the same fire, raised together, shared in the same dreams of conquest. But his love, twisted as it has become, feels like chains wrapping around your heart.
"I would have learned," you whisper, your throat tight. "For Torrhen, I would have made a home there."
"And you would have grown cold," Aegon replies, stepping closer, his hands reaching out to grasp your arms. "The North would have frozen the fire in your blood. You belong with me, Y/N. We were meant to rule together."
You yank your arms away from his grip, taking a step back, your eyes blazing. "No, Aegon. You and Visenya, you and Rhaenys, were meant to rule. I was an afterthought. You married me out of jealousy, not love. You couldn’t bear the thought of me in the arms of another man."
Aegon’s jaw tightens, and for a moment, you see the flicker of anger in his eyes. He steps forward again, but you hold your ground.
"You speak as though I do not care for you," he says, his voice dangerously low. "I made a banner in your honor. You fly your own colors, the colors of Tesaerix, because you are more than just my wife. You are my queen, my equal."
"I never asked for that," you snap, your voice rising, the pain and anger finally spilling over. "I never wanted a crown, Aegon. I wanted a life. You took that from me when you sent Torrhen away."
He is silent for a long moment, his eyes searching your face as if looking for some hint of the sister who once stood by his side, unwavering in her support. But that girl is gone now, replaced by a woman hardened by the reality of her fate.
"Perhaps," he says finally, his voice softer now, almost resigned. "But we cannot change the past. You are mine, Y/N. Whether you accept it or not."
You turn your back to him again, the weight of his words pressing down on you. You hear him move toward the door, his boots heavy on the stone floor. For a moment, you think he will leave. But then, his voice breaks the silence once more.
"One day, you will come to understand why I did what I did. And when that day comes, I will be here. Waiting."
The door closes behind him, the sound echoing in the stillness of your chambers. You are left alone once more, the fire burning low, its warmth doing little to chase away the cold that has settled deep in your bones.
You sink to the floor before the hearth, staring into the dying flames, and wonder if there will ever come a day when you can forgive him—if you even want to.
The grand hall of Dragonstone feels heavy with silence as you sit at the long, stone-carved table. The walls are adorned with tapestries depicting the glory of Old Valyria, the ancestors watching with cold, lifeless eyes. You sit between Rhaenys and Visenya, with Aegon at the head, his silver hair gleaming in the candlelight. The air is thick with the unspoken weight of your marriage, lingering over the table like a shadow.
The food before you remains untouched. Plates of roasted meats, rich gravies, and spiced wine fill the room with tempting aromas, but you have no appetite. Your mind is elsewhere, churning with thoughts of the future that was stolen from you. Torrhen’s face, sharp and distant like the North itself, lingers in your memory.
Visenya breaks the silence, her voice sharp and direct, as is her way. "Y/N," she says, her violet eyes piercing as they settle on you, "when will you finally do your duty to our brother?"
Her words hang in the air, and you feel the weight of everyone's gaze upon you. Rhaenys shifts beside you, her warm, gentle nature a silent contrast to Visenya's cold command. You take a slow breath, gripping the edge of your goblet, the cool metal pressing into your palm.
"If this is about duty, sister," you reply, your voice calm but edged with steel, "then Aegon should come to you. Isn’t that what you care for most, Visenya? Duty?"
Visenya’s eyes narrow, her lips a thin line. "It is our duty to secure the future of our house. You were born for this. You were married for this."
"I was married," you cut in, the words sharper than you intend, "because our brother couldn’t stomach the thought of another man having me." Your gaze flickers to Aegon, who has remained silent, watching the exchange with his usual unreadable expression. "Or is that something none of us are supposed to speak of?"
Rhaenys’ soft, musical voice tries to ease the tension. "We are family, Y/N. Aegon is trying to—"
"To what?" you interrupt, turning your gaze on her. "To make me love him as you do? If our brother seeks love and soft caresses, he should come to you, Rhaenys. You always give him what he desires, don’t you?"
Rhaenys flinches at the harshness of your tone, her eyes lowering to her untouched plate. You almost feel a pang of guilt for your words, but the storm of emotion inside you doesn’t let you stop.
Aegon’s gaze finally lifts from his plate, meeting yours. His violet eyes, usually so hard to read, flicker with something—anger? Hurt? Perhaps both. But he says nothing, allowing the silence to deepen, allowing you to stew in the consequences of your words.
Visenya’s voice cuts through again, colder than before. "You may think you are different from us, Y/N, but you are not. We all carry the same blood. We all have the same purpose. Do not forget that."
You push your chair back abruptly, the scraping of wood against stone breaking the silence. The sound echoes through the hall, reverberating off the high ceilings. You rise, standing tall, your hands clenched at your sides.
"I haven’t forgotten," you say, your voice bitter. "But perhaps I was never meant to be part of this."
Without another word, you turn and leave the table, your untouched meal forgotten behind you. You walk swiftly through the hall, your footsteps muffled by the heavy carpets, and once you pass the threshold, the cold air of Dragonstone greets you like a slap. It chills your skin, but you welcome it. It’s a reminder that despite everything, you are still free to make some choices. Even if only in small rebellions.
As you make your way down the corridor, the sounds of your siblings fade behind you. You are alone once more, with nothing but the distant cries of dragons and the pounding of your heart to accompany you.
The hall feels emptier once you’re gone, the echo of your departing footsteps swallowed by the vastness of the space. For a long moment, no one speaks. The air is filled with your absence, and the untouched food on your plate remains a quiet accusation of all that was left unsaid.
Aegon sits motionless, his hands resting on the table, fingers curled around the goblet he hasn’t touched. His shoulders slump slightly, the weight of something far heavier than a crown pressing down on him. His face, usually impassive and stern, is now unguarded, a mixture of frustration, pain, and an unfamiliar vulnerability etched into his features. The Conqueror, the dragon lord, looks fragile—broken, even.
Rhaenys watches him, her eyes full of concern, though she remains silent for once. Her gentle attempts to soothe the tension earlier had been met with resistance, and now she seems at a loss, her gaze flicking between Aegon and Visenya. Her hands rest lightly on her lap, fingers trembling just slightly as she resists the urge to reach for Aegon.
Visenya, on the other hand, is still as stone. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, and her eyes remain cold, unreadable. The eldest of you, always the embodiment of purpose, of resolve, watches Aegon closely but makes no move to comfort him. Her hands, wrapped around her knife and fork, remain steady, continuing her meal as though nothing had happened, though she chews slowly, her eyes calculating.
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Aegon’s voice breaks the silence, though it is barely more than a whisper. "She hates me."
His words hang in the air, and for a moment, no one speaks. Aegon’s grip tightens around the goblet, and one can see the whiteness of his knuckles as though the tension might shatter the cup. His head is bowed, and for the first time, he looks… lost.
"She does not hate you," Rhaenys says softly, her voice thick with sympathy. "She’s angry. Hurt. But hate?" She shakes her head, her dark curls catching the firelight. "That is not what this is."
Aegon’s lips twitch, a bitter smile flickering at the corners. "She does not love me, Rhaenys. And she never will."
Visenya’s voice is sharp, cutting through the fragile moment like the edge of a blade. "Love is not why she was wed to you, brother. Love was never the purpose." She sets her knife and fork down deliberately, the clink of metal against the plate unnervingly calm in the face of Aegon’s turmoil. "You knew that."
Aegon’s head lifts, his eyes wet and shining with unspoken emotions. He looks at Visenya, his usually hard gaze pleading now, searching her face for some kind of answer. "But I wanted it," he says, the words rough, torn from somewhere deep inside him. "I wanted her to love me, as she would have loved Stark. Is that so wrong?"
Visenya’s expression doesn’t change. Her voice remains cold, unwavering. "You are her brother, her king. You were never meant to be her lover in the way you want."
Rhaenys, sensing the deepening wound, reaches across the table, her hand hovering just above Aegon’s arm. "She’s young still, Aegon," she says softly, her voice filled with her usual warmth. "She has not yet come to terms with her place. In time, perhaps…"
Aegon pulls away from her touch, his hand falling from the goblet to rest heavily on the table. "No," he mutters, shaking his head. "She will never come to terms with this. She will always look at me as if I am the one who destroyed her life." His voice breaks slightly, and he presses his palms into his eyes, as though trying to hold himself together, to keep the pain from spilling out.
"Then stop chasing her love," Visenya says, her voice devoid of sympathy. "Do your duty. Take her to your bed, sire her children, and end this farce of a romance you have created in your mind."
Aegon’s hands drop from his face, and he looks at her, stunned. "Is that all you see in this? Duty?"
Visenya’s eyes meet his, cold and unwavering. "That is all there ever was for us."
The silence that follows is deafening, broken only by the crackle of the hearth. Aegon turns his gaze to the fire, his shoulders sagging even further under the weight of Visenya’s words. The great conqueror, the king who united the Seven Kingdoms, is reduced to this—a man who sought love from someone who could not give it.
Rhaenys, her heart breaking at the sight of her brother in such despair, shifts in her seat, but she knows that no words of hers will soothe him now. Aegon has always carried the burden of their dynasty alone, but tonight, it has grown too heavy, even for him.
"You have us," Rhaenys says quietly, though her voice trembles with emotion. "You will always have us, Aegon."
But Aegon does not respond. His eyes remain fixed on the flames, and for the first time in your life, you see him not as the Conqueror, not as the dragon lord who tamed the world, but as a man��lost and alone in a castle full of people who love him, yet none who can give him what he truly desires.
And so the meal continues in silence, the clatter of cutlery and the crackling fire the only sounds in the hall. The untouched plates before you all bear witness to the shattered remnants of your family’s fragile bonds, while outside, the wind and the sea howl against the ancient walls of Dragonstone.
The sea winds howl outside your chambers, the sound haunting and relentless, like the cry of some distant, wounded beast. You sit by the open window, gazing out into the dark night, the vast ocean stretching far beyond the horizon, endless and full of promise. Your mind wanders to Tesaerix, resting in her lair below. You imagine her golden and cream scales shimmering in the moonlight, the crimson undertones beneath them gleaming like freshly spilled blood. She is your escape, your one chance at freedom.
You toy with the thought, turning it over and over in your mind—leaving this place. Far from Dragonstone, from Westeros, from the suffocating weight of duty and broken promises. Essos calls to you like a whisper on the wind, a distant land where dragons are still revered and feared, where you could carve out a life for yourself far from Aegon’s reach. You could mount Tesaerix tonight, ride her across the Narrow Sea and never look back.
The idea pulls at you, tempting you more with every passing moment. To be free of this cursed marriage, free of the bitter silence and the constant reminders of what you’ve lost. But it’s not just the present that haunts you—it’s the past, the memories of a love that was torn from you before it had the chance to bloom.
Your mind drifts back to Torrhen Stark, the man you were meant to marry. The King in the North, a man of honor and quiet strength, so different from the fire and chaos of your family. You think of the first time you met him, after he had bent the knee to Aegon. He had refused to take you as a war prize, refused to make you his by conquest, despite the whispers of your brothers. He had chosen to see you as something more, as someone worth knowing, worth loving.
You remember the way his eyes had softened when he looked at you, the way his gruff voice had gentled whenever he spoke your name. It had been a brief time, but intense—your feelings for him had grown quickly, like a wildfire racing through a dry forest. You’d fallen in love with him, hard and fast, and he with you. It was supposed to be an alliance not only of fire and ice, but of hearts.
You can still hear his deep, steady voice, promising you a future in the North. A future where you would be his only wife, where you would bear his children, where you could have the kind of life you dreamed of—one filled with love, respect, and loyalty. It had seemed perfect, a rare gift for someone of your blood, born into a family where duty always outweighed desire.
But then Aegon had taken that from you. He had changed his mind as suddenly as a storm sweeping over the sea, without explanation, without reason. One moment, your future with Torrhen had been certain, and the next, it was gone. Aegon had called off the betrothal, declaring that you were to remain in Dragonstone and marry him instead.
Your world had shattered in that instant. The life you had planned with Torrhen, the love you had begun to build, all of it ripped away before it had the chance to take root. You had cried out, fought against it, pleaded with Aegon to reconsider, but his decision was final. The bond between fire and ice, the life you had dreamed of in the North, vanished like smoke in the wind.
The memory of Torrhen’s face, when you told him of Aegon’s decision, still haunts you. His features had hardened, the quiet grief in his eyes breaking your heart all over again. He had not blamed you; how could he, when you had been as much a victim of your brother’s jealousy as he had? But the pain in his silence had cut deeper than any words could have.
You wonder, sometimes, what might have been. What your life would be like now, had Aegon not interfered. You can imagine yourself standing beside Torrhen in Winterfell’s great hall, the warmth of a fire crackling in the hearth, the cold winds of the North howling outside but unable to touch you. You would have had a home there. A real home, with Torrhen by your side, with the love you had begun to build blossoming into something strong and unbreakable.
But here, in this cold, dark castle, you are alone. You are Aegon’s wife, yes, but in name only. There is no love here, only duty, only the weight of expectations and a future you never wanted.
Your gaze shifts to the sea, the waves crashing against the cliffs below. The pull to leave is stronger now. You imagine the wind whipping through your hair as Tesaerix soars above the clouds, the world falling away beneath you as you fly far, far from here. Essos, the Free Cities, perhaps even beyond the Shadow Lands. Anywhere that is not here, anywhere that is far from the suffocating grip of your brother and the life he has forced upon you.
You stand, the cool night air brushing against your skin as you move toward the window. Tesaerix waits, her powerful wings and fiery breath ready to carry you to freedom. All it would take is a single command, a whispered word, and you could be gone. You could leave this place behind, leave Aegon and Visenya and Rhaenys and the weight of their expectations, and start a new life far from the shadow of the Iron Throne.
But then Torrhen’s face flashes in your mind again, and you falter. The North is lost to you, but would running away truly be any better? Would it bring you the peace you crave, or would it only leave you even more adrift, without even the faint hope of reclaiming what was taken from you?
Your hand rests on the stone window ledge, cold and hard beneath your palm. The choice stands before you, vast and open like the sea. Stay and endure, or fly away and risk everything for the chance at a new beginning.
For now, you remain. The wind howls, but the decision is not yet made.
For two weeks, Aegon comes to your chambers each night, his steps soft but purposeful as he approaches the door. You always hear him before he arrives, the distant echo of boots on stone corridors signaling yet another attempt. Every time, he brings something—a token of affection, as if material offerings could mend the chasm between you.
At first, it is fine silk from distant lands, robes embroidered with dragons and flames, the kind of luxury that would make others swoon. Then, he brings rare books, scrolls of knowledge written in the ancient Valyrian tongue, words meant to remind you of your shared heritage. One night, he brings a necklace of rubies, its deep red glistening like dragonfire in the low light. The next, a golden ring with the Targaryen sigil engraved on it, a symbol of the dynasty you are bound to by blood and duty.
Each gift you receive with a polite, distant nod, setting them aside, your heart unmoved. The weight of his gaze is always upon you, a mixture of hope and frustration lingering in his violet eyes. His words are softer now than they were in the beginning, his anger quelled, replaced by a quiet desperation. He is trying to win you, but the harder he tries, the more distant you feel.
The final gift he brings is a crown—delicate, finely crafted, with jewels of crimson and gold embedded in the pale metal. It is beautiful, a queen's crown, meant to match his. When he places it on your lap, he watches you with an intensity that makes the air thick between you, waiting for something—for approval, for gratitude, for love.
But you only stare at it, unmoving.
"This is yours," he says, his voice almost pleading now. "You are a queen in your own right, Y/N. Not just my sister, but my equal. You deserve this."
Your fingers brush the cold metal of the crown, but it feels like chains, not a symbol of power. You lift your gaze to meet his, your voice steady but firm. "I never wanted a crown, Aegon."
The hurt flickers in his eyes, but you have nothing left to give him. He leaves, the crown sitting abandoned on the edge of your bed, gleaming in the dim light as if mocking you.
One day, his words change.
Aegon enters your chambers, but there is a new tension in the way he moves, a sense of finality in the air. He doesn't bring a gift this time, only the weight of a decision made. You watch him, already knowing something is different.
“We leave for King’s Landing soon," he says, his voice more formal than it has been in weeks. "Aegonfort is ready for us. It will be our new home, where we will build the future of our house."
You feel the words like a cold wind sweeping over you. Aegonfort, the seat of his conquest, the beginning of the new kingdom he is carving out. The idea of leaving Dragonstone—leaving the sea, the cliffs, the only place you’ve ever truly known—sends a chill down your spine. Aegon might see King’s Landing as his victory, but for you, it feels like another cage.
"I don’t want to go," you say, your voice flat, devoid of emotion.
Aegon pauses, as if he didn’t hear you properly, as if he can’t comprehend that you would refuse. “You have to go,” he says slowly, as though speaking to a child. "You are my wife, my queen. You belong at my side."
You rise from where you’ve been sitting, facing him fully, your heart racing with the surge of rebellion that has been growing inside you for weeks. "I belong here," you say, gesturing to the stone walls, to the island that has been your sanctuary, even in the darkest times. "I do not want to go to King’s Landing, to sit in that castle you built, watching you and Visenya and Rhaenys pretend that everything is perfect."
He steps toward you, his face tightening, a flash of anger returning to his features. "You think you can remain here, alone, while the rest of us build our kingdom? This is not a choice, Y/N. You are my wife."
"I never wanted to be," you snap, the words finally breaking free from your lips, bitter and sharp. "You made me your wife, but you never asked me what I wanted. You took me from the future I could have had, from Torrhen—"
"Stark, again? Torrhen is not your future," Aegon interrupts, his voice hardening now. "I am."
"You stole my future, Aegon," you retort, your voice trembling with the weight of your grief. "You took away the one thing I had, and now you expect me to be grateful for this life you’ve forced upon me? You expect me to follow you to your new castle and wear this crown and play the role of your queen?"
His jaw clenches, and for a moment, he says nothing. The silence stretches between you, tense and suffocating. Then, slowly, he steps back, his eyes dark with something you can’t name—anger, yes, but there’s more. Regret? Hurt?
“You will come,” he says finally, his voice low and rough, almost a whisper. “Whether you wish it or not, Y/N. You will come with us.”
You turn away from him, your back to the man who has taken everything from you. You hear him leave the room, his footsteps heavy and final, but the emptiness he leaves behind feels like the deepest cut of all.
You are alone once more, staring out the window at the distant sea. Tesaerix calls to you from the depths of your soul, her distant roars echoing in your mind. The thought of running away comes back to you, stronger now than ever. But for now, you remain, standing at the precipice of a decision that could change everything.
The sun is high in the sky as you and your siblings take flight, the winds rushing past as your dragons soar over the shimmering sea. Below, the jagged cliffs of Dragonstone grow smaller with every wingbeat. Tesaerix flies gracefully beneath you, her golden and cream scales glinting in the sunlight, the deep crimson undertones flickering like blood in the wind. For a moment, you feel weightless—free. The burden of your marriage, of your crown, seems far away in the skies.
Ahead of you, Aegon leads the way on Balerion, the massive black dragon casting a long shadow over the sea. Rhaenys is beside him, her Meraxes keeping pace, and to your left flies Visenya, Vhagar’s powerful wings slicing through the air. The three of them are focused on King's Landing, their eyes set on the growing kingdom they are about to build. But your heart is elsewhere.
You glance down at the sea, endless and blue, stretching toward Essos. The temptation has been gnawing at you for weeks, the thought of breaking away, of flying far from here. Away from Aegon, from the fate that has been thrust upon you. The wind rushes through your hair as you tighten your grip on Tesaerix’s reins, your mind made up.
With a subtle shift in pressure, you command her to turn, pulling away from the formation. Tesaerix tilts her wings, veering off course, away from King’s Landing, away from your brother. Your heart races, a mix of fear and exhilaration filling your veins as you set your sights on the horizon, where the lands of Essos lie in the distance, beyond the reach of Aegon’s grasp.
Behind you, Aegon’s voice rises above the wind, calling your name, desperate and commanding. “Y/N! Turn back!”
But you don’t. You don’t even glance behind you. The sound of his voice fades as you fly farther, the space between you growing wider with every passing second. Tesaerix roars beneath you, as if sensing your resolve, her powerful wings beating faster as she surges toward freedom.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, you feel alive. The weight of duty, of marriage, of everything that has kept you chained to this life begins to slip away, carried off by the wind. The open skies of Essos call to you like a promise, and for a brief, fleeting moment, you believe you might make it.
Then you hear the deep, thunderous roar of Vhagar.
Visenya.
You glance over your shoulder, and there she is—Visenya, fierce and relentless, closing the distance between you with terrifying speed. Vhagar, far larger than Tesaerix, cuts through the air with powerful, determined strokes. Visenya’s face is set in cold determination, her eyes locked on you with the same intensity she wears in battle.
“Y/N, stop!” she commands, her voice cold as steel, cutting through the wind like a blade. Vhagar roars again, a sound so deep and menacing it sends a shiver down your spine. But you do not stop. You push Tesaerix harder, willing her to fly faster, to escape the inevitable.
But Visenya is not one to be outrun.
Vhagar catches up, pulling alongside you with terrifying ease, her massive bulk dwarfing Tesaerix. Visenya leans forward in her saddle, her voice filled with authority. “Turn back, Y/N! Now!”
Your jaw clenches, your heart pounding in your chest. You meet her gaze for a moment, the defiance in your eyes clear. But Visenya does not waver. Her eyes are cold, unforgiving, and in that moment, you know she will force you back if she has to. She will not let you leave.
The wind whips around you as you pull Tesaerix to slow her flight, the moment of freedom slipping away from you as Vhagar looms beside you, a reminder of the chains that bind you. Visenya’s gaze does not leave yours, and she waits—waits for you to surrender, to accept the inevitable.
With a heavy heart, you tug on the reins, guiding Tesaerix back toward King’s Landing. The dream of escape fades into the distance as you turn, the pull of duty dragging you back toward the life you never wanted. Visenya does not speak again, but her presence is a silent command that you dare not disobey.
As you fly back toward Aegon and Rhaenys, the open skies of Essos behind you, the taste of freedom lingers on your tongue like ashes.
The moment Tesaerix touches the ground, the reality of your failed escape crashes down upon you like a wave. Her powerful wings fold at her sides, but there is no pride in her stance now—only the stillness of submission, forced upon you both by Visenya and Vhagar’s dominance.
You barely have time to catch your breath when Balerion descends, the great shadow of the Black Dread falling over you. His monstrous bulk blocks Tesaerix’s path back to the skies, his massive wings spread wide like an impenetrable wall. Aegon sits atop him, his expression dark, stormy, and unreadable. Rhaenys and Meraxes circle high above, silent witnesses to your humiliation.
The ground trembles as Balerion lands, his roar a deep, earth-shaking sound that makes the ground beneath your feet vibrate. You can feel Tesaerix shifting beneath you, uneasy but still under your control—for now. But even she can sense the finality of what is about to happen.
Aegon swings down from Balerion’s saddle, his steps heavy as he approaches you. His face, usually so composed, is a mix of anger and something close to disbelief. When he speaks, his voice is low, cold. "You would abandon us. Abandon me."
Your heart pounds in your chest, each beat like a hammer against stone. "Aegon, I—"
"You fled from your duty, Y/N," he interrupts, his voice growing harsher. His violet eyes bore into you, as if he’s searching for some understanding of why you would run. "What were you thinking? Were you going to Essos? Were you going to leave us all behind?"
His words cut deep, the sharpness of his accusation stinging more than you expected. But you lift your chin, defiance still burning in your chest. "You took everything from me, Aegon. You took my future, my choice, my life. I wanted to escape—to find something that was mine."
For a moment, his expression softens, as though he might understand. But then, his gaze hardens again. He turns to the soldiers who have gathered nearby, his voice carrying a command that makes your blood run cold. "Chain her dragon."
You feel the words like a physical blow. "No." Your voice is a whisper at first, and then louder, desperation filling it. "No! Aegon, you can’t—please, don’t do this!"
But he does not waver. The soldiers begin to move toward Tesaerix, and she growls low in her throat, sensing the threat. You scramble down from the saddle, running to stand between the men and your dragon, your heart pounding in your chest. "She’s done nothing wrong! You can’t punish her for what I did!"
Aegon’s face is hard, his jaw set. "She’s your dragon, Y/N. You tried to flee on her back. This is to ensure it doesn’t happen again."
"I’ll stay, I’ll do whatever you ask, just don’t chain her," you beg, your voice cracking with desperation. You look into his eyes, hoping—praying—that somewhere inside him, the brother you once knew still exists. "Please, Aegon. Don’t take her freedom. She’s not like Balerion or Vhagar—she’s mine. Please."
But your pleas fall on deaf ears. His gaze flickers, but his resolve does not falter. "This is for your own good. You will not leave us again."
You watch in horror as the chains are brought forth, heavy iron links meant to bind Tesaerix’s limbs and wings. She lets out a deep, angry roar, thrashing against the soldiers who dare approach her, but they move swiftly, well-practiced in subduing dragons. The weight of the chains soon drags her wings down, grounding her in a way that feels like a betrayal to everything she is—a creature of the skies, bound to the earth like a prisoner.
You fall to your knees, tears streaming down your face as you reach out to touch her, your hand trembling as it presses against her warm scales. "I’m sorry," you whisper, your voice shaking. "I’m so sorry."
Tesaerix rumbles softly, her eyes meeting yours, but there is a sadness in her gaze, a reflection of the helplessness you both feel.
Aegon watches from a distance, his expression unreadable now, but you can see the faint trace of guilt in his eyes. He turns his back to you, as if unable to bear the sight of your anguish.
Visenya remains mounted on Vhagar, her gaze sharp and unyielding. She offers no comfort, no sympathy. This is what must be done in her eyes, a necessary lesson in control. Rhaenys, still observing from above, does not intervene either. Her silence speaks volumes, but her presence feels distant, like she is struggling with the sight of your suffering.
The chains rattle as they secure the last link, the sound like a death knell in the still air. Tesaerix lowers her head, defeated, and your heart shatters along with her spirit.
You rise slowly to your feet, wiping the tears from your face with trembling hands, your eyes hollow as you look at Aegon one last time. "You’ve broken her," you say, your voice barely more than a whisper. "Just as you’ve broken me."
Aegon does not respond. He does not even turn. And in that moment, you know that the brother you once loved, the brother who might have understood your heart, is gone—replaced by the conqueror who cannot allow defiance, not even from his own blood.
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THERE WAS A TANG of venom in your mouth. You could taste it, the bitter crimson that seeped through your teeth as you chewed on the inside of your cheeks. You tried to keep your head from aching, perhaps, if you shut your eyelids for a moment — just for a second, you thought you might actually escape him.
"Ms. (Y/N), how wonderful it is to see you again," Snow spoke from across the desk, his voice was quiet but vehement— it almost made you shiver. "Please, take a seat."
Nauseously, you sat across from him.
The study ensued with a straining silence that made the skin of your arms prick with uneasiness. Snow had bothered to travel across the districts to visit your home; it could only mean one of two things: either you were in trouble or he wanted something from you.
"I won't take much of your time, Ms. (Y/L), as long as we agree to not lie to each other, this will be a short conversation, I can assure you."
I'm definitely in trouble, you thought.
"Of course." You managed to answer.
Up close, you could see the lines of evident age that marred his face. How long, you wondered, until time peels the skin off his bones clean?
"Katniss Everdeen," Snow venomously spat, and you couldn't help, but give him your full attention. "Do you recall the name?"
The new Victor from District 12.
The threat of rebellion.
"I do." You limited yourself to answer.
"Good," Snow breathed out. "You see, she is causing me quite a few problems. None of which are tethered to you, of course, but they eventually will. Unlike you, Ms. (Y/N), she dismisses the cause of the Hunger Games, the mercy that we offer by keeping one of the 24 tributes alive. She's challenging, I’m afraid."
Unlike you.
You wanted to dart him a glare; his words were a backhanded compliment. When you killed your partner in the games — your friend, you involuntarily enlightened a sense of honor in the Capitol. Your disoriented conscious due to the venom of one of the jellyfish in the arena eulogized Snow's message: there are no real allies and no true loyalty between the districts.
This was far from the truth, of course.
You never meant to win the games by killing your ally from the same district. When the dam's collapsed and the waves of water drowned almost everyone in the arena, you'd managed to swim back to the surface. But the lack of oxygen and poison from the jellyfishes had already interfered with your sanity. And when he'd rushed to help you back to your feet, you'd confused him for a Career. It was only a matter of minutes before the cannon boomed.
Your eyes glossed at the memory.
"With that being said, she, alongside Peeta Mellark, will try to seek refugee in their act of love to gain sponsors and win the games again.”
Your eyebrows knitted together.
Again?
"I want you to dissipate that advantage, Ms. (Y/M)." He must have read your expression. "I want you and Finnick Odair to annihilate their strategy by doing exactly the same thing."
You blinked in sudden disbelief.
He wanted you back in the Hunger Games. He wanted you back with Finnick Odair, with the only person he probably knew you cared the most about. You tried to quench the searing pain that was burning inside your chest. The air started to rush out your lungs, but you managed to compose yourself in time as Snow tilted his head to the side to examine you quietly.
"There's nothing between – " You tried to come up with an excuse, with anything that could've eliminated Finnick from this plan, but he raised an eyebrow in silent question and the words froze immediately on the tip of your tongue.
"We agreed to not lie, Ms. (Y/M)."
You pressed your lips together. "Right."
He stifled a faint grin. "You are the Capitol's favorites, the most beloved Victors. Even more than Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark."
You didn't know what to answer. His plan was already arranged, there was nothing you could say that could make him change his mind. If anything, he was merely being considerate by taking the trouble of giving you a heads-up.
"Finnick and I haven't spoken in weeks." You breathed out, which wasn't a lie. After years of breaking up and getting back together, the romance eventually ended when you discovered the sexual arrangements that had happened behind your back for years. When Finnick had decided to finally shut you out his life after he’d explained his backstory and decided you were not good together.
The slight curve of Snow's lips indicated that he knew this already — of course, he did.
"I know," Snow confessed. "but the people from the Capital don't, Ms. (Y/N). Therefore, you have an advantage at hand, you can fool everyone, make the Capital forget about the lovers from District 12, and...you will have my protection."
You looked up then and examined his face very carefully. There wasn't a hint of deception in his expression, he was being honest and that scared you the most. He promised your safety; he promised your victory.
"What about Finnick?" You found yourself asking, without even thinking.
He smiled. "You see, you almost got me fooled, Ms. (Y/LN). Imagine just how easy it would be to fool the Capitol if you could just step forward.”
You swallowed hard.
"But to answer your question, Ms. (Y/L), Mr. Odair will be protected if he succeeds in convincing me. And, who knows, if you achieve to sell your romance act, the Capitol might even advocate for two winners again. Wouldn't that be lovely?"
He was lying.
He had to be.
Hope retaliated in the pit of your stomach. "I thought we had agreed to not lie to each other."
His eyebrows jumped. "So did I."
After the conversation ended, President Snow stepped out of your home without another word as a fugitive car approached your home. Within a few minutes, he swiftly disappeared into the leather backseat and the vehicle drove off.
You tried to keep your head from reeling, but your muscles momentarily numbed as you simply stood outside, inhaling the ocean's breath. You couldn't coherent a single sentence, for a moment, you even struggled to pinpoint whether the conversation with Snow had been real or not.
What would Finnick think?
What would anyone think?
You exhaled sharply, but before you could collect yourself, Finnick's frame stumbled into your line of vision from across the Victor's Village. You faltered on your spot almost immediately, muscles wracked with evident tension — and he must've noticed, because trepidation soon glossed over his green irises.
As if he'd suddenly realized who had visited you.
"(Y/N)!" He began to call.
Instinctively, you began to retrace back your steps inside your house (in hopes to avoid him), but he was faster and twisted the polished handle before the door could even shut close behind you. You jumped in shock, a startled expression donned on your face as he invited himself in. "What happened?"
Your mouth went dry. "I..."
"— Did he hurt you?" His voice went up a few decibels, and you struggled to find the strength to open your mouth. "(Y/L), did he hurt you?"
You managed to shake your head. "No, he..."
Finnick reached for your arm. His muscles were tense, but his touch was gentle and you instinctively leaned in. "He's going to reaped us into the games, he wants us to follow the love act that Katniss and Peeta pulled."
His eyebrows knitted together in thought. "What?" He breathed out, trying to decipher the mixture of emotions that flitted across your face in a matter of seconds. Every sentiment that threatened to register on your face before Snow was finally shattering before Finnick.
"He wants to kill them off," You found yourself repeating, a hint of desperation notched down the timbre of your voice. "He wants us to take their sponsors, but he said he would protect us, Finnick. He promised he would and I – "
A sob strangled your throat, for a split second, you couldn't manage another word. He instinctively wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to the side of your head. You immediately indulged in his warmth and your senses immediately heighten at the whiff of his scent. Belatedly, you realized it had been a while since he’d last embraced you. And it wasn't until he was rubbing your back and whispering that everything was going to be okay when you finally noticed that you were trembling.
"It's going to be okay, love." He whispered.
Love.
And then it finally clicked.
What he’d done to you.
You wrenched away from him as though his skin had suddenly torched you. You took several steps back as you tried to muffle the sob that was ripping through your lips. Finnick faltered for a second as he tried to find the right words to remedy the hurt that you felt, but when he noticed the familiar betrayal in your gaze — he pressed his lips into a thin line.
He didn't know what to say anymore.
"I need to get some sleep."
"Sweetheart, wait — "
"Goodnight, Finnick."
And with that, you turned your back to him.
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How They Worship You
Aegon: He prioritizes quality time together, whether it's through shared meals, adventures, or quiet moments together. He prioritizes physical intimacy and expresses affection in ways that make you feel cared for and desired. He prioritizes your well-being, from emotional support to practical assistance. He plans special surprises and gestures to show you how much he cares. He prioritizes your opinions and feelings and works to build a healthy and equal partnership based on mutual respect.
Aemond: He expresses his support and loyalty to his partner through small and big gestures, such as making you your favorite meal, planning outings and adventures together, or simply holding your hand and reassuring you of his love and devotion. He works hard to build a stable and secure relationship by being a reliable presence in your life, and by consistently showing up for you in all aspects of life, whether it's career, personal life, or the bedroom. He always strives to make you feel safe, heard, and loved, and to be the best version of himself for you.
Jacaerys: He worships his partner by prioritizing your happiness, needs, and desires. He makes sure you feel loved and appreciated by demonstrating kindness, respect, and affection. He is present and engaged when you speak, and he makes an effort to listen with his whole being. He supports your goals and dreams, and he is open to exploring new experiences with you. He prioritizes communication, honesty, and understanding, and works to build trust and deepen connection. He takes time to express his love and admiration and cherish every moment spent together.
Lucerys: He worships his partner by doing small acts of kindness, such as offering a warm cup of tea, giving a massage, or writing you a heartfelt letter. He makes an effort to be thoughtful and proactive, remembering important dates and occasions, and surprises you with unexpected gestures. He takes time to learn your love languages and adapt his behavior to make you feel loved in the ways that resonate most deeply with you.
Rhaenyra: She strives to be a safe and reliable partner, someone you can trust and depend on. She shows up for you through action, not just words, and follows through on her commitments. She is open and honest, and communicates clearly, respectfully, and openly with you. She is willing to compromise and find mutual solutions to problems, and she approaches conflicts with an open mind and a willingness to listen and learn. She works to strengthen your connection and build a partnership based on mutual respect and equality.
Daemon: He worships his partner by making time to spend together, whether it's going on dates, having intimate moments, or simply enjoying each other's company. He prioritizes your comfort, security, and stability, and works to create a safe and supportive environment. He is willing to compromise and make sacrifices for the sake of the relationship, and he tries to be forgiving and understanding when mistakes or conflicts arise. He prioritizes physical touch and makes sure to express his desire through physical connection.
Alicent: She honors your boundaries and respects your space, understanding that you need time to yourself and independence like anyone else. She expresses her love and appreciation through both words and actions, such as planning dates and leaving notes to let you know you are on her mind. She prioritizes your well-being, offering support and assistance whenever she can. She is committed to personal growth, both for herself and for the betterment of your relationship. She is always open and communicating, not only to listen but also to be vulnerable and express her feelings.
Helena: Her devotion to her partner goes beyond anything simple. She ensures that you feel safe with her, both physically and emotionally, and she works to create a secure and stable foundation for your relationship. She is dependable and consistent, following through on her words and actions. She shows respect for your autonomy and individuality, allowing you the space and freedom to be yourself. She takes an interest in your hobbies, passions, and pursuits, and she celebrates your successes. She makes an effort to maintain intimacy and connection, both physically and emotionally, and she prioritizes spending quality time together.
Harwin: He surprises you with small gestures of affection like buying your favorite snacks or leaving love notes. He plans fun date nights and makes sure you feel pampered and prioritized. He also makes an effort to spend quality time with you, engaging in activities you enjoy and actively listening to your thoughts and feelings.
Cregan: He expresses his love through small acts of kindness and thoughtfulness, such as getting your favorite dish, giving you a comforting hug, or surprising you with a small gift. Additionally, he makes an effort to prioritize your emotional and physical well-being. He helps with housework and other tasks and makes sure you have adequate rest and time to relax. He is supportive and understanding during challenges and setbacks and offers comfort and assurance when you need it. Overall, he makes it his priority to make you feel loved, valued, and respected at all times.
Criston: He expresses his love through acts of service, like making you your favorite meal or doing small gestures to make your life easier. He surprises you with unexpected gifts or experiences that reflect your interests and bring joy. He makes an effort to learn about your love language and communicate in a way that resonates with you. He prioritizes quality time together, whether it's a romantic date night or simply cuddling on the couch. He shows vulnerability and a willingness to grow and learn with you, and he makes it a priority to be a safe and supportive space for you.
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ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ CRUEL INTENTIONS.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 pairing. new era! bi-han x gn! reader | platonic! liu kang x reader!
ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 setting. mk1 timeline.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ‹ 𖤐 type. headcanons. | this part focuses more on reader's relationship with their friends and family than actually adding anything to romance (or in relationships with other yandere). some characters may be ooc, but everything here is for fun and writing exercises.
ㅤ ㅤㅤPART ONE | MEMES | PART THREE.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Immortality was not a gift but a curse, a heavy anchor. A cruel burden that Liu Kang, a monk who once felt the relentless touch of time, began to bear after gaining control over the sands of time. Since then, the God of Fire and Thunder was left alone with the stories he wove, his creations, and the ghosts of a bittersweet past.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Geras was a familiar face, but not quite the same. Merely a shadow. Liu Kang was, without a doubt, alone in this timeline, serving his own creations. Over time, he came to understand that, despite all his power, fate did not always respect his scripts.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was in that quietude that you appeared in his life: a sweet child, with curious eyes and an easy smile.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Loving you was easy. For the first time, Liu Kang could realize the fantasies he had shared with Kitana: he finally had a family. Becoming a father became his greatest honor, and he embraced this role with pride. You were his treasure, an unexpected variation in the code he had written, which made you unique in his eyes.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Liu Kang was a devoted father, always indulging your wishes but also knowing when to set boundaries. Beyond that, he was an excellent mentor. You grew up with everything you needed: knowledge, diplomatic training, and physical strength.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Johnny Cage, a champion of Earthrealm, would say that your essence was radiant, like a little sun. Inspired by your father's actions, you strove to be kind and strong. Perhaps that’s why it was so easy for you to be seduced by the empty promises of the Lin Kuei Grandmaster. Love, loyalty, honor— qualities you valued and sought in your marriage. But instead, you found a painful betrayal.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Sektor was a loyal friend, and although you noticed how her gaze lingered on your husband, she never acted on those feelings. You were always grateful for that. When the monks from the Wu Shi Academy came to collect your belongings, she was the first to try and understand your motivations.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Without hesitation and without shedding a tear, you revealed the truth. Bi-Han had made his choice, and you would respect it, even if it was a foolish one.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ“The Grandmaster wouldn’t be capable of such an offense,” Sektor murmured, shaking her head in disbelief, her braids mirroring her movements. “He respects you deeply.”
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— You laughed. The truth was already public. Everyone in the clan had seen what was truly happening between the Grandmaster and Sareena, who now wore the colors of the Lin Kuei, leaving the scarlet garments behind.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ“I believed that too, but maybe I never truly knew the real Bi-Han. And I don’t even know if I want to.”
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Even so, you were happy. You still had the support and affection of friends. After your departure, Kuai Liang and Tomas found time to visit you, often bringing Cyrax and Sektor along. These visits warmed Liu Kang’s heart, though he harbored a quiet fury. You were his greatest weakness, and any offense against you was enough to awaken the brutal side he tried to suppress.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— With the distance from Bi-Han, you returned to training and began building new connections. The champions of Earthrealm were captivating companions, each in their own way. Eventually, however, it was inevitable that you would find yourself in your ex-husband’s presence. On one of these occasions, you congratulated him on his victory over the Black Dragon.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ “It was an easy fight,” Sareena replied before Bi-Han. A sharp smile on her lips. “We make a great team, I must say.”
ㅤ ㅤㅤYou laughed, with veiled cynicism. “Of course you do…”
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Despite keeping up appearances, Sareena’s presence and that of her sisters caused a noticeable discomfort for Liu Kang. But he knew how to hide his feelings. The real tension arose when you and Bi-Han were alone. Your calmness and the innocence he always criticized remained, as if those three years of marriage had never existed.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— The first direct confrontation came from him, during a gathering that Liu Kang had organized. Dressed in the colors of the Academy, you were cheerfully talking with Kung Lao, exchanging cheeky smiles.
ㅤ ㅤㅤ “Now I see why you went back to your father,” Bi-Han growled, once the meeting ended. “To stay close to that weakling?”
ㅤ ㅤㅤYou paused, confused. “Are you being sarcastic?”
ㅤ ㅤㅤ— It was impossible to forget: he had brought another woman into your home, someone with whom he spent more time than he ever had with you. Needless to say, that night ended in a fight. Kuai Liang had to drag his brother away while Tomas apologized repeatedly to Kung Lao and Liu Kang, who watched the scene in disbelief.
#ch:. bi-han#game:. mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#gn!reader#mortal kombat incorrect quotes#self indulgence hc.#yandere subzero#yandere bi-han#yandere bi han#bi han x reader#bi-han x reader#mk 1 x reader#yandere mortal kombat
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Thoughts on Jack's dream(MASSIVE main story spoilers ahead)
JACKS DREAM got me by the thROAT bc the more I analyze it the more angsty it feels and I alreadfy sobbed n cried and I must SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM He's dreaming of the magift tournament but basically if..... if Leona's plan never took place....... If Leona actually WERE the hero Jack has idolized...... 😭
First I gotta take note dosodkgkfdgjdfkghfdjk hOW JACK YEARNS FOR HIS SENPAI'S PRAISE AND AFFECTION 🥺🥺truly the epitome of loyal, puppy-like behavior..... It doesn't take much for him to be happy… He yearns for the respect and acknowledgement of those he admires. He craves respect and recognition, but not only that—he genuinely wants to see those he admires thrive.
Seems to me that what Jack longs for most is a sense of belonging within a pack. He’s not just devoted to those he holds in high regard; he also desires to be cared for in return (This becomes even more apparent when he asks Ruggie to act as a mentor or older-brother figure in his dorm uniform vignette.) Jack's actions reflect his innate wolf nature—a being built for connection, loyalty, and mutual protection. No matter how much he tells himself or others how he prefers to handle things on his own… We can clearly see that Jack is happier when he’s part of a team, fighting alongside companions who’ve got his back. It’s the dynamic balance of trust: to protect and be protected, to rely on others and let them rely on him in return. It deeply resonates with the essence of wolves.
We often hear the phrase “lone wolf,” an expression of grudging admiration. A lone wolf is often viewed as a rugged individualist, uncompromising and independent, driven to forge his own path, unfettered by the sentimental need for companionship. In reality, few people would ever want to live this way—and, as it turns out, few wolves would either. Wolves, males and females alike, may go through periods alone, but they’re not interested in lives of solitude. A lone wolf is a wolf that is searching, and what it seeks is another wolf. Everything in a wolf’s nature tells it to belong to something greater than itself: a pack. Like us, wolves form friendships and maintain lifelong bonds. They succeed by cooperating, and they struggle when they’re alone. Like us, wolves need one another. (source)
Which is why the factual reality cuts so deeply.
After Ortho wakes Jack up (in oUTER SPACE DKJGDSDKFJGKJS that was so adventitious but so cool.....) and Jack falls down like a meteorite (ALSO SUPER COOL BUT WTF.....) Fake!Leona and Fake!Ruggie rush to his side, Leona softly reassures him, saying it’s a relief he’s uninjured and advising him not to be so reckless while Ruggie says ''You're a promising rookie. Our treasure.'' (I started crying here.)
Jack breaks into a bitter, despairing laugh as the truth crashes down on him. The sincerity and warmth his “upperclassmen” showed in that moment? It wasn’t real. It never actually happened. Jack recounts his excitement when he first joined Savanaclaw, eager to fight alongside the dormmates he admired so much. He talks about how he had watched Leona’s play three years ago—over and over again, captivated by it. He reveals the painful truth of discovering their wicked plan, the frustration of being unable to snap them out of it, and the overwhelming helplessness that consumed him.
I gotta say, I'm SO HAPPY that Jack's feelings on the events of book 2 were finally properly addressed now (cause let's be real, book 2 uhh... did kinda a shitty job at this 💀 Neither the narrative nor the fandom really took the time to explore the emotional impact it had on him, which is such a disservice to his character.)
Think about it from Jack’s perspective. He was obsessed with Leona's play 3 years ago, watching it over and over again. In his eyes, Leona was a hero, someone worth idolizing to the point of projecting an idealized image of him: an earnest, hardworking, honorable leader. When Jack finally had the chance to join Savanaclaw and be part of the dorm he had admired so deeply, what was his reality? Ostracization, bullying and even physical violence from some of his dorm mates (as shown in Leona's dorm uniform vignette) And worst of all? Jack was met with his idol’s true, treacherous side—dirty tactics, underhanded schemes, and a willingness to harm others to achieve his goals. When Jack tried to confront them about it, he wasn’t met with understanding or respect. Instead, he was called a “filthy traitor” and a “spoiled brat”—by the very person he admired most. It’s a complete dismantling of everything Jack believed in, everything he worked for.
It's a shame the game and manga did not give enough weight to Jack’s feelings, (the novel seems to do a better job at it though) but now it’s clear just how much this hurt him. It wasn’t just a setback; it was a deep, personal betrayal that shook him to his core.
He’s only a first-year. Beneath his gruff demeanor and physical strength, Jack is still a boy—pure-hearted, earnest, and full of hope. All he wanted was to stand beside those he respected most but what he got instead was disappointment, betrayal, and rejection. To idolize someone so deeply, only to have that image crushed in the most personal, gut-wrenching way........ Savanaclaw doesn't deserve him 💔
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,,,,okay forgive me to break the essay to talk about this but I'm going insane over the fact fake Ruggie ominously coos, ''Hey puppy-chan you're a good boy so come here.....'' UGHGHHHDSHNGDSHNDGSHHHnnnnhhHHHH HE IS BASICALLY SAVANACLAW'S UNOFFICIAL MASCOT,,,,,,, their loyal little puppy 🥺🥺🥺😭😭
fake ruggie and fake leona try to lure him in to sleep again, but Jack says he has no intention of fighting alongside fakes and defeats them 😌
And we get this utterly precious moment where Jack praises Yuu and Grim for having guts and persevering through everything and he PETS GRIM'S HEAD............ HE DIDN'T NEED TO COMFORT THEM BUT AWWAAHBBBAYYAWYWYHAWWABYWAWAYAA
I can't wait to see what role he'll play in Leona's dream 😌 Jack’s arc feels like it’s finally getting the weight it deserves… 🙏🙏🙏
#twisted wonderland#twst spoilers#twst book 7#jack howl#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#savanaclaw#shakes shaeskshakesshaks you IM LOSGIN MY MIND..........#JACK PETTED MY HEADD TOOOOOOO NOT JUST GRIMS!! *inhales copium*#THIS UPDATE WAS SO GOOD 🙏#thank you for giving me tiny itty crumbs......#unrelated but the moment when leona said ''you woke up.....poor thing'' uhh that was 😳😳😳incrediblhy..........ghghghrhgrrrrr hgoroh#you know at his breakdown i couldn't stop thinking of a line from phantom of the opera that fits him so much at that moment#“farewell my fallen idol and false friend. we had such hopes but now those hopes lay murdered”#jack and leonas relationship is so complex i love them so much :(((
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"𝐋𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬"
English is not my first language so I'm sorry if something is wrong
Aemond targaryen x Reader velaryon(strong Bastard)
La noche cayó sobre Desembarco del Rey con un manto de silencio tenso y gélido. En mi habitación, observé a Baelon, que dormía plácidamente en su cuna. El pequeño Baelon tenía mis ojos oscuros y el cabello plateado de su padre, una mezcla perfecta de dos linajes poderosos.
Aemond, my husband, was not present, and his absence felt like an open wound in my heart. The unease I had felt all day now turned into oppressive worry. The soft crackling of the fireplace was the only sound breaking the stillness until the firm steps of several guards echoed in the halls.
The door burst open, revealing Ser Criston Cole accompanied by several of Queen Alicent’s guards.
—My lady, you must come with us— said Ser Criston in a voice that brooked no argument.
My heart pounded, sensing that something terrible had happened. I took Baelon in my arms; the child stirred slightly but did not wake. I followed the guards through the cold corridors of the castle, each step echoing with a somber resonance. My mind filled with questions and fears, every shadow seemed to hide a threat.
Upon reaching the council chamber, the atmosphere was dense and laden with unspoken accusations. Aegon was there, but instead of his usual arrogance, his face showed palpable vulnerability.
The loss of Jaehaerys had left a visible mark on him. His eyes were red, and the usual haughtiness had given way to deep sadness. Queen Alicent, on the other hand, was more rigid and resentful than ever, her gaze sharp as a blade, watching my every move. Otto Hightower, the Hand of the King, stood beside them, his expression impenetrable, but his eyes never stopped scrutinizing me.
—Princess— began Alicent, her voice cold and cutting, —we have received news of Jaehaerys' death. The circumstances are suspicious, and we must thoroughly investigate to determine the truth.—
The shock of the news hit me like a storm. My heart raced, and I felt the ground open beneath my feet. —Do you suspect me?— I asked with incredulity and contained rage. The idea that someone could think I was capable of such a vile act filled me with a mix of pain and fury.
—It’s not a matter of suspicion, but of seeking the truth— responded Otto Hightower, his voice calm but firm, trying to maintain order in the room.
I looked around, searching for Aemond, but he was not there. The absence of my husband at such a crucial moment made me feel vulnerable and betrayed. —Where is Aemond?— I demanded. —He should be here to defend me and our son!—
—Your husband is fulfilling his duties— replied Alicent coldly. —Loyalty to the crown comes above all.—
My eyes flashed with fury and unshed tears.
—My loyalty has been constantly questioned, but I have been loyal to my husband and this house. If you believe I have anything to do with Jaehaerys' death, then you do not know my heart or my honor.—
At that moment, the door opened again, and Aemond entered, his imposing presence dominating the room. His eyes, cold and calculating, met mine, and in his gaze was a mixture of concern and fury. He was a man of few words, but his mere presence spoke for him.
—What is happening here?— Aemond asked with an icy voice, addressing his mother and brother.
—We are investigating the death of Prince Jaehaerys— explained Alicent, —and we consider it necessary to interrogate all possible suspects.—
Aemond approached me, placing a protective hand on my shoulder. —My wife has nothing to do with this,— he affirmed firmly, his voice resonating with unshakeable authority. —She is innocent and loyal. If anyone dares accuse her without evidence, they will have to face me.—
The tension in the room was palpable in the air. Finally, Alicent sighed and said, —For now, the Princess may leave. But this investigation will continue.—
Aemond escorted me out of the room, his warm hand on my shoulder returning a bit of the peace I had lost. —I’m sorry,— murmured Aemond when we were alone, his voice filled with remorse. —I should have been there from the beginning.—
I looked at him, my eyes still full of worry and unshed tears. —What matters is that you are here now,— I replied, holding our son tighter.
Aemond hugged me, his presence comforting. I felt that we could face anything as long as we were together. But the peace his embrace brought me did not completely dissipate the storm in my heart.
We walked in silence to our room. When we closed the door, the air was filled with a tense calm. Aemond looked at me with eyes full of remorse.
—Thank you for defending me in the council room,— I said, my voice barely a whisper. His words had been a shield, a barrier against doubts and accusations.
—I will always stand by your side,— Aemond responded, taking my hand tenderly. —I deeply regret not being there from the start.—
I nodded, feeling a mix of gratitude and pain in my heart.
—I know I have failed before,— murmured Aemond, his voice laden with silent pain. —Especially with Lucerys...—
His words hung in the air, full of regret. My heart clenched, the wound still fresh. —I appreciate your protection today,— I responded with sadness, —but some wounds take time to heal.—
Aemond nodded, his face reflecting silent acceptance.
—I will give you all the time you need. I am here for you and Baelon, always.—
I leaned towards him, letting my forehead rest against his. His calm breathing mingled with mine. Despite the darkness surrounding us, I knew that the light of our love would guide us. The path to healing would be long and full of challenges, but together, we would face any storm.
#aegon targaryen#aemond targaryen x reader#house of the dragon season 2#aemond fanfiction#rhaenyra targaryen#jacaerys velaryon#lucerys velaryon#aemond targaryen#aemond targaryen x you
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Prompt: How slashers act when they’re jealous/outbursts/reassurance.
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MICHAEL MYERS
Believe it or not Michael is a very jealous boy. He just doesn’t believe he is, he is simply “doing what he usually does.”
When Michaels jealous it isn’t a pretty sight. He can become very hostile towards you or innocent bystanders.
Though he is very jealous it doesn’t happen very often, because he’s barely home so it’s unlikely.
When he’s mildly jealous he’d scare you, just to make sure you know who you belong to and simply kill whoever threatened your “relationship.”
If he’s very jealous, he’d actually harm you. Slight slices or soft choking. Taunting you by leaving bodies around the house.
Though don’t think just because he’s a little dangerous that he doesn’t need reassurance, it helps a little to watch you reject people.
Tell people you have a boyfriend, while mentioning his name.
Makes him almost fond of what you do, knowing that you’re his and you’re not ashamed to tell others that you are too.
If you did manage to make him feel slightly good he’d become even more protective, wanting you be only his and making it clear.
Sometimes you have to try and convince him to stay hidden when a neighbor or something knocks because of his jealousy.
There was one time he just popped out and stabbed the couple just because her husband looked at you a little too long.
And he wears the murders like a fucking badge of honor, sometimes seeing their heads propped up on a counter randomly.
Hearing you scream was another thrill.
But one thing that made Michael twitch, or snap. Some would even say go crazier is if someone would to hurt you, or even make you scream.
There was a time you had gotten into an altercation with someone walking down the street as someone let their dog shit on your and Michaels yard.
It was in the middle of the night too, and they had just left it there. The only reason you knew is because you caught them on camera.
So Michael being the lovely boyfriend he is he went to their house and slaughtered her teenage daughter, leaving her there to grieve.
You didn’t even find out until it was all over the news and the search for Haddonfield killer began again.
To be honest you didn’t even know what the two of you were, he just didn’t let you around anyone else, any men mainly. Or outside in general, courting you in his own animalistic way.
Sometimes if you made him incredibly angry he’d disappear, leaving you isolated after his killing spree.
After his jealous encounters he’d barely let you out the house, and you didn’t dare to disobey him even when he was gone because it was like he always had eyes on you.
Always lurking, it felt good knowing that you were protected, but not as much knowing he’d kill a person if they looked at you in the wrong way.
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Jason Voorhees
Jason is super jealous, he could be considered murderous jealousy but typically he relies on your reassurance and loyalty.
There are times where he does kill when he feel like he needs too, but only when you seem to feel uncomfortable and harassed.
Jason is big and scary but when it comes down to you two he becomes soft, shy even.
After an outburst, he’d feel insecure a little ashamed he felt that way. He’d come to you, and sit there letting you comfort him.
Jason isn’t really vocal about how he feels so he relies on you to understand him by body language.
When you do he feels so excited, happy even. Nuzzling his head into you.
He doesn’t really get jealous just insecure, a bit of sad jealousy.
Though sometimes, very very rarely. When he’s angry and jealous he’d become overprotective. I mean he’d keep you locked up in the house.
Especially if you were almost hurt in the middle of the ruckus, he’d literally chain every exit or entrance of your cabin up and keep you locked in there until everything was over.
Sometimes you’d get into arguments because of how annoying his jealous habits could get.
Sometimes it’d either hurt his feelings and cause him to go into hiding or argue back, he’d thrash things around or yell. He couldn’t really speak so it’d just be verbal roaring.
He’d apologize after but his behavior is very repetitive and hard to deal with. Though he’s sweet enough to pick flowers and apologize harder later.
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Bubba sawyer
Dangerously jealous, though there isn’t really time for him to act on it unless you tell him too. Of course he’d act if you were in danger or so he’d just stay by your sides when he could.
Though when he has time, he does. You’d be talking to a soon to be victim and he’d come revving his chainsaw and in seconds he slaughtered whoever was talking to you.
Though he’s still very insecure, especially when it came down to you helping out and flirting with the victims to lure them in.
He’d get upset angry and even try to argue to get you out of helping.
He’d whine to you about it, shout and scream. Though it’s easy to shut him up with some reassurance and a kiss.
Him being jealous is a common occurrence, nothing out of the ordinary.
He doesn’t even trust his family around you, always watching. Keeping an eye out, unless you were with his mother.
Sometimes if you end up being left with Hoyt or any male for God knows why he’d start arguments with his family.
Grabbing you and taking you upstairs and forcing you to stay in the room, and throwing tempter tantrums when you didn’t. 
He’d cry when you get mad at him, and throw things around when he was jealous. It was annoying watching him act like a child.
He’d ignore you , give you the silent treatment. It was practically like dealing with a child.
You reassuring him had become a daily task at that point.
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Pretzel Jack
Attention jealousy, There had been one time where you were hanging out with another imaginary friend and he got sad and snapped.
When you got mad at him he had a long frown, he just wanted your attention, just wanted to play.
He hated when your attention was on other people, like a spouse or friend.
Which is why he was so happy when you got mad at them, and he finally could kill them!
Typically murders are sort of your fault because you should be able to control your anger and keep him under control.
If he’s jealous he’s quick to try and do some tricks to get your attention, and if it failed he’d wail around or have an outburst.
Or go to extreme efforts to get you to smile.
If all else fails, he kills your other friend. And *poof!* you’re his again.
Jack is very overprotective, so it’s more or so him just trying to protect you.
He doesn’t even know what jealousy is he just feels a throbbing in his hands and acts on it.
After doing whatever he did he’d play or lay near you. Making sure to keep everyone away whilst it was just the two of you.
And if you found out what he did and got mad he’d punish himself by keeping himself away from you unless you were in trouble.
Or he’d get really sad and hide away.
When he was jealous it was sort of funny, he’d go to the extreme just to see you crack a smirk or just look his way.
Sometimes purposely sulking in the corner to see if you’d check on him.
Of course you did and your silly Jack was back. Though that didn’t stop him from becoming jealous over and over again. Having to reassure him that he’s your favorite and always will be.
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Gabriel may
Gabriel was the wrong guy to get jealous, he’d lock you away and keep you to himself.
He’d kill anyone who threatened your relationship, not just because of his obsessive personality but because he was insecure as a whole.
He believed that anyone could take you away, woman or men because he believed he wasn’t attractive enough to keep you.
He’d scare them away, flickering the lights or growling through a phone or radio.
And if that didn’t work, he’d just see them later tonight so they wouldn’t even share the same world as you anymore.
Gabriel didn’t believe he needed reassurance, though he did enjoy it he hid it well.
He believed that it was naturally for a man to become overprotective of his partner, he wouldn’t even consider himself overprotective.
He didn’t care if you rejected whoever wanted you, they shouldn’t have thought about you romantically in the first place.
Now they literally have to die.
The difference between him and any other guy is you can’t talk him out of it, when he’s made up his mind, it’s no longer a thought but a soon to be decision.
He’d come home and pretend nothing happened, that it was an ordinary day after he just shoved a knife into an innocent man’s jugular just for having a slight crush on you.
Though if you got sad about it, he’d become insecure and angry.
Wondering why’d you care about any guy that isn’t him, or anyone that isn’t him at all. It was scary watching Gabriel become angry because he couldn’t really control his powers.
The lights will start to flicker, phones going on and off and radio blasting static. The walls vibrating and cabinets clattering.
Of course you’d tell him there’s no one else but as I said reassurance doesn’t really work on him. So you either just let him blow a fuse until he’s all fired out. Or you just ignore him,
But that won’t get you anywhere but him thinking you love someone else.
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Jacob Goodnight
Though you rejected anyone’s crush proposal to you Jacob still got angry.
He’d bash their brains out saying you’d never date filthy sluts or impure people like them.
There were quiet times too, where’d when he got jealous he’d just come whining to you, and ask you if you loved him despite all he’s done.
And when you’d tell him yes he’d go back to blundering young adults to death before coming to ask you the same question again.
Just to make sure you wanted to be with him despite what he is and what he can’t help but be.
Though it is very easy to reassure Jacob, he trust you with his whole heart.
Sometimes he gets jealous but he can’t help it, there’s always someone that’s going to be attracted to you
He just didn’t like the thoughts of sinners, especially sinners being attracted to you.
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Norman bates (old)
Norman his mother were very jealous people, she couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting her poor boy and him having his first heartbreak.
So she did what any mother would do, kill them or convince Norman too.
She’d whisper cheeky little things in his ear, telling him if he didn’t eliminate them soon they’d become competition.
And eventually Norman just began the killing on his own.
Norman was extremely jealous, so he stuck by your side. Quick to speak up when someone was flirting with you.
Of course he stuttered and fumbled over his words but he knew he had to stand over you because you were his.
And he wasn’t going to let anyone take you away, not even his mother.
He’d hold your hand everywhere, even in the house, he was weirdly obsessive.
Randomly kissing your palm and each knuckle, telling you how much he loved you so randomly in the most awkward situations.
It was hard to use the bathroom alone without Norman knocking wondering how long it’d take before he got to see you again.
You could barely leave the house, when you two started dating he wanted you to move in immediately.
You barely had any say!
But he just wanted you there fast so he could watch your every move and ward off any other competitors.
If you went on a walk by yourself he’d bombarde you with questions, why didn’t you tell him, did you want some distance from him?
What did he do?
It must’ve been that man he was letting stay in the hotel, he has to get rid of him now. That’s what mother would’ve wanted and, it’s what he wants.
Why is he cleaning up blood?
Oh a rat got in that’s all. He’d pat your head giving you soft forehead kisses before waving you off.
When you two get home he’d make you a sandwich and ask you about your walk, about the scenery. If you had any small talk with a stranger.
Of course you knew it was because of his jealousy,
But Norman was so timid you thought it was cute, not that he could kill somebody!
Kissing your cheek with clenching your shoulders hard, confessing what he did. Because the pressure was too much to keep from his beloved.
You forgive him? Oh thank God, that means he can do it again right? You didn’t say not too exactly.
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Charles Lee Ray.
Charles was the wrong person to make jealous, he’d either put you in your place or kill you both! So you had to be careful,
There was one time a guy came up to you in the grocery store and before you could say anything there was Charles with a pistol up to his back.
He made the guy get on his knees and beg for fucks sake.
After that he yelled at you for even letting the guy in your proximity.
Charles was the type to get sexual when he was angry, angry intimacy.
Either that or blowing the guys head off and going on the run from the police because of it again.
He always expected you to wait for him, whether he was gone for months or years.
And one day he expected you to take him back even when he was a fucking doll!
It was ridiculous, he was always getting himself into some shit and wanting to come back into your arms.
Sad to say the maniac did have his soft moments, where he’d come home after a long run and fall straight into your arms with a snore.
Happy to be back, and happy to see you waiting for him.
Not really like you had a choice though. It’s either you did or your head would meet the back of his famous pistol.
There was no escape from Charles, and his rash jealousy and anger.
It was sort of nice for him to want you and only you, kinda awkward watching him call other woman whores though.
In the beginning he was a cheater, believing that he couldn’t trust anyone, that was until you were fed up of his bullshit and tried to leave him.
Crying, telling him how much he meant to you but you were so tired.
And ever since then the fuck didn’t leave your side, at first it started as threats, stalking and eventually you getting a restraining order.
But that didn’t keep him away, not even prison.
The police had given up before you did so you were sort of stuck, and with him threatening to kill anyone that tried make a move on you.
And eventually, he kept calling you his and you just settled with it.
Not like there was anything you could do.
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You weren’t dating him, more like stuck with him. A chain on your ankle strapped to Satan who’s asleep.
And when he wakes up, he eats.
You were fairly attractive, and after all he was sort of a kid killer so any time some teenager cat called you he was hungry.
He’d laugh at you, taunting, making you believe you could escape before trapping you right again.
Devouring whoever wanted you in front of your very eyes.
One time you tried to defeat him to kill him, you tried to say hurtful things like “you only kill kids you fucking creep.”
And it backfired.
He laughed and left, the next day you heard screaming. And hid until it was safe to come out. Seeing hundreds of adult corpses, men, woman.
And he sat on top, chomping on a leg like a king on a throne.
Laughing loud, his yellow eyes glowing fiercely in the dark.
Now it was different with men, or any adult who tried to hit on you so ever. He needed food, so he couldn’t kill all the adults and stop the production.
So he did what any intelligent psychopath would do, he killed their kids. Not only will whoever hit on you suffer, he gets fed too.
And if they didn’t have kids he’d just kill them, wasn’t a lot of fun for him but still.
He’d play games on you, pretending that they were going to save you until their head randomly fell of their body.
His laughing came quick his same little dance and taunting.
Though there was one odd time he went out of character, a time where he had been sleeping, or what they thought had been “defeated.
And someone, kept cat calling you, drunkard. Enough to come up to you and grasp your arms and started touching you.
You shocked yourself, because you knew the first name you screamed.
And it was unlike him to not play around with his food first, but he came. Broad daylight. And cut his neck clean off.
His eyes were a light blue and full of anger yet worry.
He grabbed you and carried you to the sewers, trying to force you to sleep through the rest of the years with him.
To keep you safe in a way.
But you had to explain to him that you couldn’t, remembering you were human and didn’t need yearly hibernation.
He was reluctant but at least made you stay down for two days, keeping you safe and fed until you needed to leave, for personal hygiene and job reasons.
Not like you needed to work anyway, he’d just kill anyone who tried to kick you out.
When he woke up he ate first, devouring everything because he didn’t trust himself being hungry and going to see you.
Of course he scared you as his little welcoming.
But sometimes he’d nuzzle into the crook of your stomach, he was technically an alien, he had his animal like tendencies.
He was weirdly possessive, he didn’t even understand his own jealousy. Watching you flirt with a random guy who wanted to help carry what he stated a “attractive.” Persons groceries.
Watching you smile, pick at your skin and cover your teeth as you giggled made him angry.
And he was going to make both of you pay for it.
Of course he killed the man first, he was really focused on you. He courted you, waited for you, protected you, and sometimes even fed you. And this what you do to him? Ungrateful human.
He’d come to your home welcoming himself, not announcing it or anything. Scaring you, taking the form of a human intruder.
Pretending to try and kill you before transforming back with a laugh in his face, before you could argue with him he widened his jaw and went to take a bite.
You screamed but he covered your mouth.
He didn’t let go, it wasn’t deep enough to puncture your skin but enough to bruise you.
And he stayed there, you slept with his teeth latched onto your skin.
He was fast asleep, almost subconsciously doing it.
Tightening inch by inch every time you tried to move his jaw.
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Patrick Bateman
Patrick getting jealous was rare, he never felt that way unless he felt someone was superior than him.
Or someone caught your attention, which was hard to do.
When Patrick was jealous he’d work out more, try to become extra perfect so you’d never advert your eyes again.
Wearing more expensive and stylish clothes, or taking you shopping.
Dressing you so luxurious anyone would assume you were married.
So jealous that he proposed, making you a housewife so that you couldn’t escape. And every time you went out with those “whore.” Friends any cuck that wanted you would know you’re taken.
He wish he could just fucking label you, but god he wouldn’t want to ruin that god forsaken perfect skin.
He’d even solve his jealousy through intimacy.
Doing what he considered a God worthy performance, showing you that no one could make you happy as much as he does, pleasured, taken care of, loved.
Hell anything.
But there was a point where he had to, take things into his own…gloved, hands.
You had this male close friend, this handsome idiot that you knew since high school, through college, and now.
He was perfect, he had money, fit, nice skin. And it didn’t even look like he was trying, and to top it off he was intelligent.
Anytime you’d come back from hanging out with him you’d refer to him as a ‘cute little geek.’ And he was already having a bad day he just needed some release.
So when your friend bumped into Patrick on the street so dumbly looking for you. Can you believe this?
He was confessing his love for you, to Patrick!
The taxi was full of his confession and Patrick’s occasional “oh really?” Right before he beat the pore guy to death with his golf club.
It was sloppier than usual but he couldn’t have someone talking about his precious only ever in such a way.
When you found out about your friends death you were devastated, he comforted you but couldn’t hide the scowl on his face.
Why did you care so much? Why were you crying so hard about a man that wasn’t him?
He enjoyed you sleeping on him but still couldn’t believe how broken down you were after losing another guy.
You eventually got acquainted with Patrick’s “friends.” And you suppose word got around that you were his because men started to avoid you.
Maybe because Patrick always stood behind you with his threatening demeanor but still.
You eventually got happier but couldn’t help but notice how over protective Patrick got.
Patrick loved how soft you were emotionally and just didn’t want anyone else to have it.
He’d lay his head in your palm and sit there for hours. Before going back to his nonchalant monotonous ways.
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family
starring ; Park Jonggun, Choi family, honorable mention of Goo Kim
tw ; no, just Jonggun being a bit softie for girls.
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Park Jonggun never truly understood what love was.
it wasn’t something he’d thought about a lot. in his world, love was irrelevant — strength, survival, and loyalty were what mattered. after coming to Korea and getting thrown into prison, those were the only concepts he could rely on. but everything shifted when director Choi Dongseu took him out of that cell. Jonggun wasn’t sure what he expected when he re-entered society, but it certainly wasn’t this.
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Jonggun stood at the entrance of director Choi Dongseu’s home, fists clenched at his sides. the cut lawn, garden, and the ordinary-looking house contrasted so violently with the man who had freed him from prison — a man who was just volunteer in prison, who stand on his knees before Jonggun, bagging him to help — live in such a place? and as he’d been freed from a prison cell, anger surged through him at how quickly he’d been pulled into Choi's personal world. it wasn’t the business world he’d expected, nor the underground fighting rings he thrived in, but something much messier. domestic chaos.
before he could knock, the door swung open. Dongseu stood there, dressed in a crisp white shirt, his face cold but weary. lines of stress were etched deeply around his eyes, and yet his demeanor was as sharp as ever. and before anyone could say something, a loud bang echoed from inside, followed by a shrill voice.
“IDIOT! i said those clothes don’t fit you!” a shrill voice shouted.
“shut up, you fool! they’re the same size as yours, genius!” another voice retorted, equally as piercing.
Jonggun flinched at the high-pitched screeching. his trained body, honed for combat, was not prepared for the assault on his ears. director Choi’s expression darkened further as his left eye twitch and he massaged his temple.
“don’t mind them,” Choi muttered. they both heard the unmistakable sound of feet stomping and doors slamming. “that’s my daughters. they’re… loud.”
another door slammed, and the background, more yelling filled the air, words like “hysteric!” and “moron” bounced off the walls. Jonggun suddenly wished he was back in prison. it would have been quieter.
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days passed, and Jonggun had slowly integrated himself into director Choi’s circle of influence.
this time, Director Choi asked to pick him up for an urgent meeting. when Jonggun arrived at the house, the scene inside was just as chaotic as before. “you’re late,” Choi said, his tone clipped, standing in the hallway with his coat on, ready to leave. before Jonggun could respond, you and Crystal stormed past him, locked in yet another argument.
“i’m telling you, this obsession with calories is unhealthy!” Crystal’s voice was sharp.
“like you’re one to talk!” you snapped back. “you freak out over every pound you gain!”
bickering was relentless, filling the house with noise. Jonggun winced, already feeling a headache coming on. This house was louder than any fight ring he’d ever stepped into.
and here director Choi’s patience snapped.
“enough!” he barked, turning to both of you, his voice cold and commanding. “i won’t tolerate this constant arguing in my house.” his eyes hardened, the strict, almost militaristic tone creeping into his voice. “you are sisters and my daughters. act like it.”
Crystal’s face tightened as she looked away, the tension in the room heavy. you muttered something under your breath before the two of you disappeared into separate rooms, slamming doors behind you.
director Choi’s shoulders sagged slightly. he never show it, but the burden of raising two daughters alone was clearly weighing on him.
as they stepped into the car, Jonggun glanced at Choi. “you’ve raise them all alone?”
“yes,” Choi responded, his voice was sharp. the drive was silent after that.
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another time, while waiting for director Choi to return from a meeting, Jonggun sat in the living room, watching the chaos unfold around him. you and Crystal were at it again, this time arguing about who stole the other’s cream, while your father was upstairs trying to handle business over the phone.
Jonggun found himself in the middle of the chaos, observing from the sidelines. the noise was overwhelming, but his mind wandered as he watched. this house — loud, chaotic, full of arguments and slammed doors — was so different from what he’d known growing up. his family had been strict, yes, but in a much colder, more distant way. there was no shouting in his house growing up, no noise or chaos like this. just silence. silence, and the crushing weight of expectation.
he leaned back in his chair, gazing at the mess in front of him. you two were loud, messy, and emotional — but you were close. as close as sisters could be, dragging each other by the hair around living room, and screaming like fighting cats, while Goo tried to uncouple you.
Jonggun blinked, pulling himself back into the moment, standing up and dragging you away from your sister.
was this… family? was this what it was supposed to look like, when Crystal sent you death wishes for using her cream and you snapping back with threats to smother her with a pillow at night?
he never had this. yet it was warmer then his household... the noise, the messiness of it all. his family had been different. unloving, fractured. this was loud, but it was also strangely… close.
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later that evening, after the arguments had subsided, Jonggun found himself slumped on the living room couch, with Crystal to his left and you to his right. somehow, you had managed to pull him into watching film together. you and your sister were surprisingly calm for once, though the bickering earlier still echoed in his head. a warm, pleasant weight rested on his shoulders — the unmistakable feeling of being hugged.
Crystal had fallen asleep first, against his chest, her soft breathing a sign of trust and comfort. you, on the other hand, were in a less graceful pose. back was turned to him, head awkwardly resting against his bicep, and… drooling. of course. the phone in your hand beeped softly with a notification from 'cats and soup'. you weren’t paying attention to the documentary about martial arts he’d picked.
“brat,” Jonggun muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t stop a faint smile from tugging at his lips. despite the chaos, the noise, and the headaches that came with being around director Choi’s family, this warmth was unfamiliar, yet… comforting.
he gazed at you and Crystal for a moment longer. both of you had wrapped your arms around his biceps, like you needed him to be there. it was such a strange feeling. was this what a family was supposed to be? a kind of chaotic mess, full of loud arguments and moments of quiet peace?
after gently lifting you both off him, Jonggun carefully carried you to your rooms. Crystal mumbled something in her sleep — something like “oppa” — as he set her down gently. he paused for a second. older brother? the words felt foreign to him.
when he carried you next, you clung to his arm even in your sleep, making it hard to lay you down. as soon as he finally managed to pull free, you shifted and sighed, muttering, “oppa is a fool,” in your sleep.
he couldn’t help but chuckle softly, shaking his head. he stood there for a moment, thinking about both you and Crystal, realizing he had somehow become a part of this odd, chaotic family. despite everything, the bickering and the noise, he felt something stir in his chest — something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
warmth.
and for the first time in a long time, Jonggun didn’t feel like an outsider.
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Sanji falls for you hard
Sanji Headcanons | when he has a crush on you
Sanji becomes even more chivalrous and attentive, constantly finding ways to make sure you are comfortable and happy, whether it's through preparing exquisite meals or offering small gestures of kindness.
He becomes noticeably flustered and tongue-tied whenever you are around, often stumbling over his words or getting lost in thought while trying to express his feelings.
Sanji's loyalty to you knows no bounds, he fiercely protective and he would willingly lay down his life to protect your honor or defend you if ever challenged.
He starts leaving small tokens of affection for you, whether it's your favourite snack, handwritten notes (complete with heart doodles) or a bouquet of flowers, expect daily gifts for you left on your desk.
Sanji's cooking reaches new heights as he dedicates himself to creating dishes specifically tailored to your tastes, hoping to win your heart through your stomach. Have a favourite dish he’s never heard of? You bet he will stay up all night until he’s perfected it!
Despite his normally confident demeanor, he becomes shy and hesitant when it comes to confessing his feelings, opting instead to show you his affection through subtle actions and meaningful gestures. You’ll never have to open a door yourself when he’s around.
He goes out of his way to protect you from harm, displaying acts of bravery and selflessness in order to ensure your safety at all times. Even if it means having to put on his big boy pants to get rid of the big scary spider in your room, he’s dying inside as he’s carrying it outside.
But he won’t just protect you from physical harm, he will also do his best to protect your feelings, going out of his way to shield you from any negativity and drama. He won’t stand for others trying to put you down, to him you should feel nothing but loved and valued.
The crew will often notice him staring out the window or out into the ocean as he daydreams of a future together with you. He’s picturing every romantic scenario he can come up with and imagining all the adventures you could share as a couple.
He often gets jealous or defensive when others show interest in you, though he tries his best to conceal his jealously, he wouldn’t want to cause you any discomfort or be controlling. But he swears to god if Law keeps looking at you like that he’s going to blow a fuse.
While he might front a suave demeanor, Sanji's feelings for you make him vulnerable, revealing a more tender and genuine side of himself that he usually keeps hidden from others. The guy wants to cuddle you so bad.
He becomes your personal cheerleader, offering words of encouragement and motivation whenever you need them, he will always believe in your abilities and potential.
Despite his usual flirtatious nature, Sanji's feelings for you are genuine and deep, and he would do anything to earn your love and affection.
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Dissecting the post-Sunday conversation between Ratio and Aventurine
This conversation is not, as many are interpreting, proof of Dr. Ratio's loyalty.
It couldn't be: they are still in the dreamscape, where the Family's eyes and ears are everywhere. No, this is a post-mission debrief, heavily encoded and disguised as a quarrel.
Dr. Ratio: You look pale. Or, is that also part of your act? Aventurine: Didn't think you'd have the nerve to show yourself. Dr. Ratio: I thought this was exactly what you wanted. After all, I faithfully fulfilled my duties as you instructed. Dr. Ratio: Just tell me if you can't hold on any longer. Aventurine: So, the "genius" of the Council of Mundanites wants to be my undertaker now? My… what an honor.
First part of the convo. Aventurine is playing his part perfectly. He’s acting angry and hurt: Ratio you rotten betrayer.
Interestingly, Ratio is slipping. Are you ok? Tell me if you can’t hold on. It almost sounds like he's a bit unsure about what happened. "I thought this was what you wanted", like he's asking for reassurance in some form.
Aventurine has to work hard to drag Ratio back on-script. "Have you forgotten, Doctor? You betrayed me." It's a hint and a reminder: stick with the plan, Doctor!
Dr. Ratio: Yes, and I'm pretty sure the people at the Strategic Investment Department would love to be notified of your death in due time, but let's not forget you won't be seeing them, because I'm the manager of this task. Aventurine: Great, then tell your people that Aventurine is ready to go in seventeen system hours.
Ratio asks for instructions (disguised as a taunt), and Aventurine provides them. I'm not entirely sure what instructions were given. It seems to be What should I tell the IPC? / Here's what you tell them.
Aventurine: My conversation with Sunday convinced me that there's a traitor in The Family, and that they hold the secrets of Penacony… So, I took the opportunity to set everything in motion. Aventurine: I even managed to recover the gift money. Things haven't gone this smoothly since I walked through the doors of The Reverie… Now, I'm only one step away from victory. Let's just wait and see.
Confirms that everything is on track. I believe the line about the gift money is actually him confirming that he has the aventurine cornerstone.
Dr. Ratio: Sounds like a very elaborate way of saying that you failed. Aventurine: That's all I can say. Have you forgotten, Doctor? You betrayed me.
This sounds like a bit of a warning from Aventurine. Remember we can't say too much here.
Dr. Ratio: You've got a lot of nerve — how exactly do you plan on completing your task while you're hands are tied by The Harmony? [...] Dr. Ratio: That's true, but what's your plan? Did you conceal an Orbital Support beacon in that gift money bag?
This is interesting. Ratio doesn't know the full plan! I imagine he's tremendously on edge. He's fishing for info, again disguised as taunts, specifically info about how Aventurine is going to get himself out—but of course, Aventurine can't say it out loud, not in the dreamscape.
Ratio is at the breaking point.
Dr. Ratio: Fine. Here, take this. Open it when you're on your last legs. You'll thank me.
YES this is what I was waiting for, the moment when his whole voice changes! His usual tone is very much like giving-a-speech. He pronounces each word and syllable with precision, and clearly enunciating all the ending consonants.
Not here though. It's all grumbles. I think this might be the first time we're seeing cracks, and the personal Dr. Ratio is showing through instead of the public-speaking one.
Aventurine: You catch on pretty fast, Doctor.
He caught on that he was supposed to play along and not say anything that outright gives the plan away. (In my opinion he was pushing it a bit.)
I wonder if that's why he pulls the sudden disappearing act. He's slipping up, and/or bad at saying good-bye. Can't trust himself to get another word out. 🥺
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What an interesting question highlighted by Leona about Skully J.Graves gallantry !
Seriously who of all NRC students or not students is the most close to the true definition of a gentleman ?
[Referencing this post!]
Proof that L*ona is a chad…
The definition of gentleman I’ll be running with is pulled from Merriam-Webster: a man who combines gentle birth or rank with chivalrous qualities. a man whose conduct conforms to a high standard of propriety or correct behavior, and/or a man of independent means who does not engage in any occupation or profession for gain.
Condensed, this means the traits we’re looking for someone who is of “gentle birth” (high social status) that follows or displays traits in line with the code of chivalry. Chivalry includes, but is not limited to: bravery, loyalty, generosity, courtesy, protection of the weak and defenseless, being truthful, and fearing God respecting women. They also conform to “correct” behavior and do not act for selfish reasons.
Well, automatically I feel like most of the NRC cast is disqualified because the majority of them are some degree of dishonest or acting for personal gain. (This would, ironically, also put Leona out of the running since bro’s the most underhanded cat I know.) A couple of them would also violate respecting personal boundaries.
I feel like the “obvious” answer here is Silver, since 1) he’s a literal knight and prince and 2) probably one of the few genuinely nice guys on NRC campus. And yeah, I’m still sticking with Silver as my first choice here.
My runner-up would be Riddle, just because Riddle would be so anal about “following the rules” of chivalry and maintaining decorum due to his strict upbringing. He indicates in the ongoing Halloween event that Skully is “such a gentleman” and that he has to keep up with him. I also think Riddle has some of the least selfish reasons for being polite; he legitimately considers it proper behavior and is convinced acting in line with the rules will bring people happiness.
Honorable mentions:
Jack (tsundere, but generally has the right idea going on in terms of proper behavior; will right his wrongs as shown in his Lab Wear vignettes)
Deuce (helps out his mom, tries to be an upstanding man; might fumble here and there but he is earnestly trying.)
And a special shoutout to Vil because he is the only other Twst character to have kissed Yuu, and, unlike Skully, Vil actually asks if it’s okay to kiss them before he does so. This occurs in book 6, upon his rescue. However, I would not otherwise consider Vil a gentleman because he can be pretty nasty and underhanded when he bears a vendetta. In this event alone Vil suggests outright abandoning us and also that we should beat suspicious people black and blue 💀
Of the staff, I definitely feel like Trein is our strongest gent. He is very austere and holds himself and his students to high standards, even becoming upset when he believes that his students are of such poor moral character that they would abandon the RSA boys who sacrificed themselves to allow them to escape. Trein is also known to chastise others, notably Crewel, for acting out or saying rude things. There’s no comparison, really.
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