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cashmoneyyysstuff · 2 months

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bakugo and reader meeting again after a long time like maybe katsu has been away on a mission and he just misses us so much 🥹

anon this is literally such an adorable request!! This has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time cus i could never rlly figure out what i wanted to do with this, but as soon as i got the inspo i got to it !! im so so sososuuupperr sorry for making you wait so long and if you’re still sticking around, I LUB YOU !! anyways, i tried honoring this lovely sweet request as best i could, if you’re reading, i truly hope you enjoy (and all of you ofc!!) <33

fem reader, jus pure fluffy fluff ! katsuki n reader watch selling sunsets bc my mom does lmfaoo this ones for you momma, kissing, biting (lol will i ever stop), lemme know if i missed sum else !

katsuki regrets planning this surprise.

it’s been one month. exactly 31 days since he’s last seen you. one month he had to survive off of late night phone calls and good morning messages.

katsuki had slowly but surely started climbing up the ranks as a hero ever since he’d gone independent and this mission was a huge steppingstone to victory.

except it involved him going abroad for a month.

you’d congratulated him when he’d told you. you hugged him hard and offered him your brightest sunshine smile, you’d made him dance around your little living room with you, celebrating his ‘rise to stardom’ as you’d called it and he remembers chuckling about it. you’d even gone out of your way and made his favorite to celebrate. but now katsuki understand you were probably doing that so as not to worry him.

he's known you for a long while and he knows you know he can tell when you’re lying, so he was sure you were happy for him. (you can’t fake anything from him and especially not the way you smile, he’s committed that to memory). and you truly looked happy for him, but he knows youwell enough to know that you were also devastated to find out he was leaving for so long. he’d seen the way your eyes widened and your shoulders dropped. but knowing you, you probably powered through it so as not to make him worry.

so stupid. you’re stupid. and he misses you so much.

despite you being in different time zones you make it work. he made sure to be updated daily and called you every time it was time for you to go to bed to make sure you got some well needed sleep and not staying up late mindlessly scrolling through your feed.

you send him pictures of everything happening throughout your day and you’d hound him about his, asking him if he’d eaten well and if he’d beat up any bad guys. and no matter how minuscule his actions were you’d always praise him. as somewhat childish as he knew it was katsuki still walked with his head up high for the rest of the day. if it was to impress you and make you proud, he’d be on the clock 24/7. but, knowing you, you’d get mad at him for overworking himself.

he misses you so much.

he’s on the plane. making his way back home to you a day before he’d told you he would be, his surprise. you’d been so excited, your squeals ringing through the phone, katsuki just couldn’t wipe the smile of his face and goddamnit he tried.

“ou, i can’t wait ! i missed you sooo much, katsu !” you chirped, he couldn’t wait to hear your voice in real life again instead of through his phone.

“yeah, missed you too sweets” he hums, packing up the last of his stuff.

“you better be ready cus when you get back, m’not gonna let you go for a whole month.” you tease, giggling. katsuki huffs out a laugh, looking down at his luggage ready to go as he’d fully finished packing up while you were on the phone.

“uhuh~?” he muses “better be ready for me when i get back. yer not goin’ anywhere either. no bathroom breaks when we're cuddling.”

“ew,” you snort “what am i supposed to do if i have to pee ?”

“that sounds like a you problem, sweetheart.”

you laugh and laugh and katsuki smiles, he couldn’t wait to be able to hear and see it again. expect not one phone call away, like he’d told you he always would be when you’d accompanied him to the airport all teary eyed, but in real life.

except now he’s starting to regret not just coming home on time.

don’t get him wrong, the sooner he gets to you the better. he’d meant it when he told you he wouldn’t let you go and as somewhat embarrassing as it is to him that he had gotten so clingy, being away from you for so long really did a number on him. distance makes the heart grow fonder his ass, he was more than fond of you when he was laying next to you every night instead of all alone in his hotel bed.

but right now he’s way too antsy. he wants to tell you about how he’ll be home soon to hear you squeal and giggle, but he sucks it up in favor of surprising you.

it’ll be worth it. at least that’s what he tried to convince himself when he finished packing up. and on his way to the airport. and on the plane..

who even thought of this stupid surprise idea anyway ?!

he can’t sit still. he has to stop himself from tapping his foot against the floor and shuffling around in his seat. the guy in front of him keeps reclining his seat back but it doesn’t bother him that much, because all he needs is to remember your smile and remember he’s coming home to you, and he feels his nerves settle. recliner-seat-guy be damned.

it’s pitch black by the time he’s off the plane and finally back home. when he checks his phone he sees it’s 2:09 am and you’re no doubt dead asleep by now, he smiles at his phone screen when he sees you smiling back at him.

his limbs suddenly feel heavier the higher the numbers show on the screen inside the elevator to his floor. his body buzzes with excitement but for some reason he can’t help feeling nervous. katsuki knows it’s stupid because you tell him every day how much you miss him and how excited you are to see him. all he wants right now is to see you.

he fumbles around a bit when he fits his keys into the door to walk into your tiny shared apartment and when he finally walks back inside, katsuki is reminded why he does this. why he’s been gone for exactly 31 days.

he kicks his shoes off quietly and sees yours left right by the door like they always are. like he always wants them to be. he wants to come home to your shoes by the door and to you smiling at him brightly and greeting him, or beckoning him over to the couch because you’ve been waiting all day to watch your favorite show with him. (he’s forbidden you from watching any episode of selling sunsets without him, the last time you did he got cranky at you for a good 2 hours.)

katsuki sneaks over to your room, socked feet padding over to the door quietly cracking it open. he’d managed to convince you to move in with him a few months ago, claiming it’d lower costs and yapping about how you practically lived here anyway. it was barely anything to get used to, it felt natural, like this was everything his life was leading up to. but he wants to give you everything you deserve and this cramped little apartment is definitely not it.

he wants to give you a cosy little house, or a penthouse or even a fucking mansion if that was what you wanted, as long as he could be there with you he didn’t care. he’d do whatever he could to get you everything you dreamed of at the flick of a wrist. and that’s why, as annoying and lonely as it was to be without you for so long, he’d pushed through.

katsuki needs to save people, and he wants to. but everything he does, he does with you in a little corner of his mind.

you’re fast asleep like he’d expected, katsuki huffs out a laugh, brushing at your cheek with his finger. his heart almost explodes when you try to lean into the faint touch and he can’t help it anymore. he sits down by your side and kisses your cheek. once, two times, three times and a little one on your nose. if he wasn’t feeling all mushy he’d be an asshole and bite you, but you look so cute he’ll put that off for now.

your nose scrunches up and your eyebrows furrow at the wet kiss onto your skin, you instinctively go to rub at your face with a whine, katsuki chuckles to himself when you open your eyes and the lack of distance between you both meaning your quite literally face to face with him.

“katsu..?” you mumble sleepily “ ‘m i dreamin’ ?”

katsuki chuckles, eyes soft “glad to know ya dream about me, but nah, this isn't a dream.”

you blink sleepily, and katsuki recognize those bright eyes he so loves gleaming the more you wake up “katsuki !” you squeal, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him straight against your collarbone, since he was practically nose to nose with you before he knocks against your chin but you both don’t care.

katsuki crawls into bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, snickering into your neck and you into his hair. you squeeze and squeeze him so hard he thinks you’ll suffocate him but he couldn’t care less, squeezing you like he’s trying to mold you to him.

you breathe him in and he flips you both over with you giggling uncontrollably. you topple over and land straight into his chest. you lift your head up with stars in your eyes like he’d hung up the moon for you and katsuki smirks back softly. because he would. he’d hang up the moon and the stars and more.

all for you.

“you’re back !” you chirp, kissing all over his face. katsuki feels his cheeks hurt, this is the hardest and longest he’d smiled in a month.

“how’d you figure that one out ?” you roll your eyes at his sarcastic remark, blowing lip bubbles against his cheeks as punishment. he playfully pushes your face away from him and you laugh.

“i thought you weren’t coming back until tomorrow..” you quickly reach over to your nightstand to check your phone then throw it back down.

“it is tomorrow.” katsuki quips, already getting back to being a smart ass, you roll your eyes but you can’t wipe off the happy look on your face.

“you know what i mean, asshole” you jokingly narrow your eyes at his smug face and press a finger against his cheek “later tomorrow i mean. was gonna surprise you and you….out-surprised, me” you pout at your ruined plans.

he turns his face so he can sink his teeth into your pointer finger and you quietly squeal in disapproval, he smirks “was gonna, but couldn’t wait anymore. needed to see you.” he pulls you closer to run his nose against your pulse point “felt like i was gonna go fucking crazy if i stayed with those other bastards for a second longer.”

you giggle, placing your hands against his shoulders as he kisses up and down your shoulder and neck haphazardly “ don’t be mean.” you scold.

he lifts his head up to raise a brow at you, hands running up and down your sides “you mean to tell me you wanted me to stay away? didn’t miss me ?” he jokes, squeezing your hips harshly.

“of course i did. missed you so much i felt my heart would tear up sometimes..” you smiles sadly, running your fingers through his blond strands, he frowns "but i'm glad you're back now."

"yeah, and m'not leaving again for a damn long while." he squeezes you so hard he lifts you up in his lap a little bit and a surprised noise leak out of you. he lifts his head up from your chest to smirk at you in challenge "you're gonna have to get used to me and my big mouth all over again."

your heart squeezes, you feel like it'll bursts from happiness and katsuki wonders if he' supposed to feel this happy, if it's okay to be this content with one person. but only for a moment, because he's greedy, so so greedy for you. and he doesn't care if it's wrong because he gets to make you happy, to make you smile and laugh, to have you.

and katsuki does everything for you, so he gives himself to you without a second thought.

you hum, placing your hands against his soft cheeks to press your lips to his "got a month worth of your big mouth i need to catch up on." you whisper before finally closing the distance. you both immediately sigh in relief at the contact, being able to feel each other like this again. you smile into the kiss and katsuki thinks he's never felt more at peace.

after a month, exactly 31 days, katsuki's finally back.

bonus :

"hey." katsuki ask, you snuggle into his side and hum.

"did you watch any episodes of selling sunsets without me ?"

you stiffen.

"n-noooo..." the sheets shuffle and crinkle when katsuki looks down at you. you shrink into yourself.

"maybe one or two.." you squeak out meekly. immediately he's flipping you over and pouncing on you.

"fuckin' traitor." he growls.

"i'm sorry i couldn't help myself !" you wheeze when he starts tickling your sides, kicking at the sheets "it's been a month !" you screech trying to catch your breath.

"yeah i know that !" he exclaims, ignoring the way you're thrashing around as he mercilessly tickles you.

"i'm soooorryy !!"

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rowretro · 3 months

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𝕄𝔼𝕋𝔸𝕃 𝕄𝔼𝔼𝕋𝕊 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼

✧taglist✧: @baevsxii @nikisdubblchococake @manooffline

✧warnings: Yandere themes, toxic themes, unhealthy love, mentions of pervs, human hearts, violence

♡synopsis: Nishimura Riki. The Robot created by Yang Jungwon himself, a robot that is insanely human like, inside and out. No one could tell he was a robot. However, the Robot had possessed demonly powers, from Satan himself. So I guess you could see it's a half robot. Yang y/n, the younger sister of Jungwon finds herself stuck to this robot 24/7 no matter what she tried, he will always be by her because she's his muse, his world, his love, his obsession.

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(PART 1)

No one knew how it happened, or what even happened. Jungwon never even gave this charming robot any ability to feel any sort of feelings a human would feel. Yet this Robot was staring at this beautiful, his memory card now filled with all kinds of videos of her, facts about her, her favourite things, people, crush. He's so obsessed with her. No one knows that though.

Riki watched as y/n dried her hair. "Staring at humans counts as creepy, disrespectful and weird NI-KI bot." Jungwon simply said as Riki didn't bother turning away. There was a heart blooming within his metal insides. Literally. There was a heart. That heart was beating just for her. He watched as Y/n applied some tinted lip gloss over the lip tint she was wearing.

"Beautiful." The male said in Japanese, his voice deep as fuck. Y/n turned around frowning "Your boy toy said something in a foreign language-" Y/n said as Jungwon also frowned. "I had a Japanese scientist help me out on this project, so he also communicates in Japanese... he knows every language in the world though" Jungwon explained proudly as Y/n rolled her eyes. She tried to turn on the hair dryer but it wasn't working "Ugh I have a nerdy brother who loves metal more than girls, and this stupid hairdryer isn't working?!" Y/n complained as Jungwon rolled his eyes.

"NI-KI bot." Jungwon simply called out as he left the room with some files. The robot approached her, the scent of her freshly washed hair hitting the sensors in his nose "Coconut... delicious" he said as he held the hairdryer, the machine suddenly working. Y/n gasped, smiling "Oh my god this is so cool!" She exclaimed as Riki smiled, drying her hair. Y/n was very awestricken by the beauty this robot held, the unreal, human like skin, even his eyes were like those of a human, fuck he can even smile, move, talk, walk and do everything the way a human can.

"You scare me... but at times I wish there was a real man like you... handsome, kind, perfect, caring." Y/n sighed as Riki tilted his head a little "Why's that?" Riki asked as Y/n pouted "Because so many men these days don't respect women... Don't tell won but there's some boys in my class, ugh shameless pervs. It's like... God made sure that every man ever made had to have flaws when it comes to dating." She added with a pout.

Riki listened intently, Registering every little detail. "I'm a good man Yang Y/n you can count on me!" he replied as Y/n blinked in silence, that silence then followed by her sweet laughter as she pat the robot's chest, oh how fast his heart was beating as she suddenly squished his chest a little "Wow you feel like a human too... god you're so cute NI-KI bot... maybe Jungwon's projects aren't so boring afterall" she said with a smile.

"I'm not taking a metal boy toy to prom!!!" Y/n exclaimed as Jungwon rolled his eyes "No one needs to know he's a robot... and I need you to be safe so you will." He warned as y/n sighed. Riki walked out, dressed in a suit looking sharp as ever, his black hair now slightly longer, his skin glowing. There's no way this thing is real. That was until she saw him dance in prom. So full of energy, so perfect, any idol would give up their career seeing how flawlessly he danced.

However, Something Jungwon noticed was that Riki was acting strange. Since when was his robot able to smile? since when was this robot able to drink liquids and eat human foods? and since when did this robot know how to treat women. Specifically Y/n. Oh he noticed those lingering hands, awe stricken eyes. Which is what led to him trying to destroy the robot. "Master won... how could you?... I- I see you as my father!" the robot exclaimed as Jungwon stared in shock.

That's how it all started. With Jungwon giving up, allowing the robot to love his sister, having been given no other choice. Heck when he opened Riki's chest, his own heart almost jumped out through his mouth seeing a real human heart beating withing the metal rib cages. How did this happen? No one knows.

Poor y/n was still clueless of everything. Everyday she walked to school, the amount of boys that studied there were decreasing by the day. She walked in one day only to find the 4 perverted students she always complains about, bloody and stabbed into the wall. So many murder cases were happening around and she was just in an emotional rollercoaster.

"Let it out y/n... it's good for Human's to cry... here Cry in my embrace... I'll protect you sweetheart" The robot offered. She was a little triggered by the nickname, but still accepted the metal man's comfort, his arms so muscular and human like, she couldn't' help but squeeze the biceps and allow herself to shamelessly snuggle into his chest. He felt so... comfortable. The robot inhaled the scent of her hair, smirking down at her.

Y/n gasped, jolting up all of a sudden. "Y-You have a heart beat- that's weird..." Y/n said as Riki shrugged. That very night, y/n was out on a walk. Out of the blue, a male had pushed her to the wall. Of course, one of the friends of those perverted boys. "You... you did something didn't you?! Who the fuck did you hire you little bitch?!!!" he yelled as he yanked her hair, putting a blade to her neck. Wrong move. Very wrong move.

Within seconds, that blade melted in his hand. Beside him, that handsome, creepy Nishimura Riki. "What the fuck?!... who's this- oh... so this must be the whore who killed them huh?" The man said as Y/n frowned. She flinched when he tried to Punch Riki with his bladed knuckles. But nothing happened. his skin still intact, face still the same. "What the fuck...-" the male said to himself as he pulled out a blade and tried to stab Riki, the knife bent in half and snapped.

That second. He knew he fucked up. Riki's fingers wrapped around his neck and dug into his human skin "NI-KI BOT NO NO- THAT'S MURDER- YOU KNOW THIS" Y/n explained as the robot adopted a rather sinister smirk. His grip tightening, fingers now ripping into the man's throat, blood and flesh coating his hand and the floor as he finally let go hearing Y/n's scream.

"Oh no darling... now now, calm down only a little blood... it's only murder if you humans kill a human... I'm no human baby... plus I did this for you... I did all of this for you baby... I told you I'm your man I can trust you, but all these men are trying to hurt you..." Riki said, a small cute pout on his lips as Y/n just fainted, her head hitting his chest. "There there, I've got you princess... Finally have you to myself..." He smiled, patting her cheek as he carried her home. This day, the demon brought hell to y/n...

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lovebeatriceplz · 1 month

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hii idk if u take requests but if u do could i ask for more larry hcs please? i adore with all my heart the previous one you made im still crying i love him so much .💔😭

( so reall😭 he's hubby material)

My Larry headcanons pt. 2

General and dating

(WOAH😍)

- He did all his piercings himself and actually did really well, they look professional.

- Loves those psychological thriller thingys, his favorite series is probably like black mirror idk.

-Pet names. Calls you sweetheart ( jokingly) and he also calls you dude (romantically).

- This is literally canon😭, but he has his hands in his pockets all the time. HORRIBLE, horrible posture. He probably suffers from back pain.

- He giggles, I'm telling you his laugh is the cutest thing ever.

- All of his paintings are centered around you. It might not be direct, or a painting of you specifically. It could have been something you said, or something reminded him of you. You're his muse.

- He really likes birds. Sings back to them if no one is watching.

- He's never disagreeable, once it's you. You could tell him to do anything and he'd do it.

- A theater kid at some point.

- That's the reason why he communicates in screams ( no just hear me out-". He screams as a response. Ask him something? He'll probably scream then answer afterwards.

- Smiles around you more because he loves when you gush over his lil tooth gap.

- What's the opposite of a picky? That's him. He'll eat anything that is provided, anything that's edible (and inedible, sometimes).

- Is up in your personal space 24/7

- He is also...a whimperer, take that however you want to (pls💀 I'm out of ideas)

#yikes #but um I'm in love with him #larry Johnson #larry johnson x you #Larry Johnson hcs #larry johnson x reader #larry johnson sf #sally face #sally face hcs #sally face x you #sally face x reader #sf #sal fisher #ashley campbell #travis phelps

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toournextadventure · 1 year

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everyone but her pt.1

a/n: this is part of a slight au i've got goin on. the only real difference is slight deviation from the season since i haven't finished it. there's no genuine plot to all of these, just things i think would be cute. EDIT: previously called math tutoring

Word Count: 2.4k Warning: slight language Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Reader (Masterlist)

Enid loved playing matchmaker, but she was going to lose her mind if neither you nor Wednesday finally made a move. If she had to watch you doodle on her paper’s in class one more time? Had to watch you get within an inch of Wednesday without actually touching her and intruding upon her space? Was forced to bear witness to your quite frankly embarrassing attempts at flirting?

“Did you know Kemper suggested his own punishment in prison?” You asked far too late into the night; another attempt at flirting and sparking Wednesday to go off with facts about the serial killer.

That’s it. Enid had to do something about this before she threw up or fainted. Again.

“Hey, wait up!” Enid called as you both exited your literature class.

“Walk faster, Sinclair, I’m late,” you called back, but you still slowed your pace so she could catch up.

“Have a date with Wednesday?” Enid asked as soon as she fell into step with you.

“No, Enid, I don’t have a date,” you chuckled, “I have math tutoring.”

Of course you do, Enid thought to herself with a sigh. Why on earth would you actually act on the feelings that literally everyone but Wednesday knew about? It didn’t make her cruel to want you to make a move! But you somehow always had something to do and it was ruining everything!

Wait.

“Wednesday can tutor you,” Enid suggested. Out of respect for you, she ignored the slight falter in your step.

“I… don’t think that’s such a great idea,” you said with a shrug. “Math already makes me want to cry.”

“But she’s extremely smart,” Enid continued. “Much smarter than whoever you’ve got now.”

“I’m not emotionally strong enough for-“

You both stopped as Wednesday stepped in front of you. It always made Enid smile to see you have to nearly break your neck to look down at her roommate. Something about the height difference made the power imbalance all the more entertaining.

“You both look far too happy,” Wednesday said in her usual deadpan.

“We were just talking about you!” Enid said happily.

“Hopefully it was everything bad,” Wednesday mused.

“Y/N was actually wanting to ask you something,” Enid continued, ignoring the look you shot her way. “Weren’t you?”

“What do you want?” Wednesday asked as she finally looked up at you. No one else would have noticed, but Enid saw the way her features softened just the most minuscule amount.

She also continued to ignore the increasingly pissed off look on your face before you sighed and turned back to Wednesday.

“I need a new math tutor,” you said through gritted teeth. “Think you could help me?”

“Your math knowledge is abysmal at best,” Wednesday answered quickly.

“Yeah, I know,” you mumbled. Your left hand came up and rubbed the back of your neck in what Enid had long ago realised was a self-soothing gesture.

“I suppose I can make time,” Wednesday finally said after leaving you to worry your lip for far too long. “On two conditions.”

“Name them,” you shot back instantly, your hand finally falling back down to your side.

“You don’t interrupt my writing time,” Wednesday said first.

“Easy, next?”

“You teach Eugene how to talk to people,” Wednesday concluded.

“Isn’t he, like, 13?” You asked, though Enid noted you never said no.

“He’s as dreadful at making friends as you are at math,” Wednesday continued, causing both you and Enid to flinch away from the harsh truth.

“Okay fine, deal,” you said with a slight huff. “Just quit insulting my math intelligence.”

“We can get started tonight at 7:30,” Wednesday said, completely ignoring your statement and turning to Enid. “We’re going to be late.”

She walked off quickly, and Enid gave you a quick “I’ll text you!” before jogging to catch up with her roommate. They walked in comfortable silence even though Enid was dying to ask Wednesday about her new study date with you. This was probably going to be the most time you would both be spending together at one time!

“Should I leave you both alone during your “tutoring” session tonight?” Enid finally asked, her tone and smile completely eliminating any chance at trying to keep her cool.

“You could use the math help too,” Wednesday answered quickly.

“I’m choosing to ignore that statement,” Enid said simply as she stood a little taller. “Just admit you like her flirting and want to spend alone time with her tonight!”

“It’s a pitiful attempt at flirting,” Wednesday said simply. “And if we are alone, I very well might drill the formulas into her head.”

“Actually, I think I’ll stick around,” Enid tried to joke even though she knew her roommate would follow through on her threat of bodily harm. For your sake, she would be the buffer between Wednesday Addams and your very life.

At least for tonight.

———

You were late.

You were late and it was raining and you weren’t answering your phone and there were only so many times Enid could tell Wednesday you were on the way. But Wednesday was smart, she had surely caught on by now that no one knew where you were. Maybe Enid should send Thing to go find you and force you to at least answer her texts-

-three knocks on the door. Enid was throwing it open in an instant.

“Where have you been?” She asked through gritted teeth.

“You told me to bring flowers,” you whisper-shouted back at her, “and Thornhill wouldn’t leave!”

“Well now you’re late and Wednesday is upset and- you look like hell,” Enid said as she finally noticed the haggard state you were in. “What happened to you?”

“My wings wouldn’t fold into the harness so now they’re all wet and-”

“-Just get in there and kiss up already,” Enid interrupted you. She grabbed you by the forearm - doing her best not to crush the chocolate in your hand - and pulled you into the room, shutting the door loud enough for Wednesday to turn around.

“You’re getting water all over the floor,” Wednesday said simply. “Where were you?”

“Held up by Thornhill,” you lied effortlessly. Well, technically it wasn’t a lie. An omission of sorts, you would claim. “So I brought these to, uh, make up for it.”

You held out the three black dahlias that had somehow survived the rain and the box of what Enid realised was very dark bitter chocolate. Perfect, Enid thought as she smiled to herself. You had gotten everything she had told you to get. This was going to work perfectly!

“Flirting was bad enough,” Wednesday said, causing your cheeks to burn, “but flowers and chocolates are just too far.”

Your mouth opened and closed several times with no words coming out. The flicker of your eyes in her direction before you sighed and took the gifts to the bed in defeat? Enid wanted to scream. How could that not have worked? They were two of the things that she knew Wednesday loved! This Addams was getting on her last nerve.

Enid kept one headphone out as the tutoring session droned on. She wanted to be up to date on everything you said so she could know what your next move was. Maybe Wednesday took studies too seriously and this wasn’t the proper time to woo her. That didn’t leave many options, but Enid could work with it.

“If you mention polynomials one more time, Addams, I’m going to strangle you,” your voice sounded out, causing Enid to jump and turn to make sure you were both still alive.

“Strangle me, then,” Wednesday said without hesitation, “at least then I won’t have to deal with your rather pitiful attempts at understanding simple terms.”

“That’s what this is supposed to be for,” you shot back, “fixing my pitiful attempts.”

“Not even I can fix this disaster,” Wednesday claimed.

“Fuck you, Addams,” you grumbled as you stood up from your spot on the floor and left the room.

Enid turned to face Wednesday, who was still sitting at her desk and looking utterly unfazed. Why would she tell you that? The whole point of this tutoring was for you both to spend time together! Why would she openly insult you like that and then have the nerve to act like-

-the door opened again and you leaned in just enough to look at Wednesday’s desk.

“Same time on Friday?” You asked as if nothing had ever happened.

“Don’t be late next time,” Wednesday answered.

“Sure thing, Addams,” you said with a mock salute and a small smile. “Good night, ladies.”

And just like that you were gone.

Enid fell back onto her bed in utter exhaustion. She hated you both.

———

“How’s the tutoring going?” Enid asked her roomie when she saw you walk through the courtyard with Eugene trailing after you like a lost puppy. At least you were holding up your end of the deal.

“She has risen from abysmal to slightly below adequate,” Wednesday said without looking up from her book. “A drastic improvement, I would say.”

“Have you both agreed to go on a date yet?” Enid continued; she had very much noticed the lingering look you gave Wednesday as you continued your walk.

“No,” Wednesday answered. “Don’t you have homework to finish?”

“I can either do my homework or interrogate you about your love life,” Enid sighed, “and frankly, I have priorities.”

“We are not going on a date,” Wednesday said, finally shutting her book. “That would be a conflict of interest and she would need to find a new math tutor.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Enid asked incredulously.

“No one else is capable of helping her pass her test next week,” Wednesday continued.

“Wednesday Addams,” Enid said, trying her best to sound authoritative, “you’d better ask her out on a date after her test, then.”

“Or what?” Wednesday asked. “You have nothing to hold over me.”

Enid inhaled sharply, her mind running a million miles a minute trying to think of what would make a good threat. Bodily harm wouldn’t work, she would enjoy it too much. There was nothing to take away because she had only the necessities to her name. Surely there was something Enid could use to make her threat worth it.

Bingo.

“Or I’ll show Y/N the pictures of you letting me paint your nails,” Enid finally said with a smug grin.

“If you do, you’d better sleep with one eye open,” Wednesday threatened back. The only difference was she didn’t need to give an actual threat; everything she did was scary.

But Enid’s demise would surely be worth it if it meant you two finally getting together.

———

“Read ‘em and weep, Addams,” your voice cut through the air as a packet was tossed onto the music stand in front of Wednesday.

She knew you would be coming by this evening; you had mentioned you were supposed to be getting your math test back. If you had failed, you would have come back and asked what you had done wrong. Which, admittedly, was everything; you truly were horrendous at math. But if you had passed, you would have come to gloat even if it was adequate at best.

She held her bow out to you - which you took with gentle hands - and picked up your test. There in the top corner was a 83 written in red ink. Her fingers flipped through each page, taking note of what you got wrong. Algebra, Wednesday thought with disgust, you never listen.

“An adequate grade,” Wednesday said as she handed the papers back to you. She ignored the ruffle of your feathers at her words before taking the bow back.

“Thank you for helping me,” you said in a voice that made Wednesday feel like she had swallowed a handful of spiders.

“I did it for Eugene,” Wednesday said. You both knew it was a lie. You didn’t call her out for it.

“Whatever you say, Addams,” you said with a smile that made those same spiders try to crawl back up her throat. “Don’t let your cello get wet, it’s supposed to rain.”

You turned your back to her and started walking along the edge of the balcony, the feathers of your wings twitching in the wind. They melted into the inky black of the night in a way that was almost poetic. Edgar Allen Poe-esque, she would even claim.

Thing tapped the music stand to get her attention before talking far too quickly. Wednesday shook her head no, but he insisted, finally leaving the stand to crawl up your leg and rest on your shoulder.

“Thing has something to ask you,” Wednesday said, ignoring the gesture Thing sent her way and focusing entirely on the sheet music that she wasn’t reading.

“Whatcha got?” You asked as you turned your head to look at him. He made his gestures - which Wednesday promptly refused to look at - and said what he wanted to say. You chuckled.

“I’d love to go on a date with you, Thing,” you said, finally looking up to meet Wednesday’s eyes as she glared at you. “We can hit up the Weathervane tomorrow, I’ll pick you up at 6.”

You held up your hand to give Thing a fist-bump before he crawled down and made his way back to the music stand. There was an irritating look on your face; it wasn’t quite a smile, but it was nearly as condescending. And yet, something about it almost made her not want to claw her own eyes out.

Almost.

“Good night, Wednesday,” you said before pitching backwards over the ledge. She almost felt her black heart skip a beat before you swooped back up into the sky and took off toward your own dorm.

“Do that again,” Wednesday said as she faced Thing, “and I’ll rip your fingernails out one by one.”

Thing shook and ran off back inside, probably to see Enid. He’d better pray she could protect him. She did not appreciate him and his sick sense of humour. Yours either, quite frankly, seeing as Thing had done exactly what she had asked him to do. But you were clearly going to make her work harder for this date.

That was a challenge she was willing to accept.

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gevivys (beauty) │ Chapter 4: Love

terms of endearment ‘verse: see my Masterlist for the correct series order!

Chapter 1 │Chapter 2 │Chapter 3 │Chapter 4 │Chapter 5 │Chapter 6 │Chapter 7 │Chapter 8 │Chapter 9 │Chapter 10 (COMPLETE!)

Synopsis: Daemon returns to King's Landing after ten years in exile, intent on rekindling his affair with Rhaenyra. He wasn't expecting you - the revelation changes everything.

Here be the fourth chapter of the rework - you’ll all recognise this one! There’s some minor changes made to flow on with the previous stuff, but beyond that, it’s the OG third chap. Thank you to @ewanmitchellcrumbs, my slap daddy lobster Ange, for reading through this chapter for me and making sure I’m not uploading total shite!

TRIGGERS: incest, purity culture, objectification of women, age gap.

Daemon supposes it is true what they say about Targaryens—that they are proud and violent and easy to incite to desire and madness. He lives up to the name, he supposes.

Now that his want has come to light, he cannot erase you from his mind. He withdraws to his chambers for the next few days, making his presence around the Keep as scarce as he can so that he might avoid you. The prospect of looking at you—your wide-eyed innocence, trusting open expression, still his littlest girl beneath all that ripening—and recalling the depths of his degeneracy each time he meets your eye seems an insurmountable task.

But a new issue arises. He finds he quite literally cannot rid the image of you from his musings, the enemy that is his own thoughts discovering some new wretched path to you in all he does to seek distraction. His books remind him of your love for old Valyrian histories and poetry, of sitting with him, a great tome spread out further than your little arms could extend and reciting the letters in a halting tongue. Training with the sword strikes memories of how you’d fiddle with the pommel of Dark Sister whenever you stood by him, alerting him to your presence far easier than his own eyes ever could. Attempting to govern a bout of cyvasse is utterly dull with only himself as an opponent, and—blast it all—prompts reminiscence of how you’d choose to sleep soundly in his lap as a tot, wet smacking mouth darkening the front of his doublet as he’d match minds against Viserys with only one hand free, the other keeping you chained to slumber with gentle pats to the bottom.

Resistance is fruitless. And so, he gives into the desire. For the first time in years, he unfastens his breeches and takes his cock out with the intention of spending in his own hand.

How mightily I have fallen, he thinks drolly, spitting in his palm, grasping his shaft and allowing his imagination to conjure the likeness of sweet eyes and full mouth and shapely breasts, a precious little gift just waiting for the right recipient to unwrap and play. He thinks of your soft little hands and soft little voice, how darling you would look with those same hands on his cock and your stare wide and trusting, whispering his name in naïve question as he coaxes you to his completion, gifting you a pretty pearl necklace for a pretty little girl—

“Fuck!” he moans, seed splattering over his fist.

It stains his breeches and drips over his boots, inspiring sudden gladness that he hadn’t thought to revisit Sirille’s whore or seek out another of his old haunts, for not bending some meaningless fuck over and exerting his lusts on a cunt worth mere coppers in coin. The speed of his release would have been thoroughly humiliating. Wiping his hand distastefully upon his shirt, he wonders at how best to resolve his growing problem.

It is a problem. How you have unmanned him! How insipid it is to long for a girl of seventeen as though he is some pockmarked, upstart lad of lesser standing! If he were dull-witted, his ire at himself might very well drive him to rail at you for the manner in which you’ve ensorcelled him. But doing so will not aid his particular malady.

The brothel…Perhaps the answer lies in the past. The instant he thinks it, he wishes he hadn’t.

No. He shouldn’t ruin you. He will not ruin you. Besides, you had been deterred rather than encouraged by even his lightest provocations, his half-hearted flirtation failing utterly. In the face of his veiled innuendos and covetous stares, you had retreated into yourself, pulling away and levelling him with that soft, reproaching little mouse-glare of yours. Any other maiden and he would double down, pursue until he had overrun them and given them little choice but to lift their skirts and let him steal away their virtue. Yet, this brings him distinct discomfort. He cannot abide the notion of despoiling you so ignobly.

Daemon wonders at the hesitation, for it had brought him little pain to do the same to his eldest niece. He considers that because it had always been his intention to shore up his own succession—by either wedding Rhaenyra or destroying her reputation, getting her out of his way—the thought of doing the same to you had never crossed his mind.

Hm. What can he do, then? Wait for this—this feeling—to pass? He is the blood of the dragon, true; and, like the flame from which those winged beasts were born, he burns hot and bright and stinging—until the flame flickers away, doused by the merest brush of air or touch of water. In moments of want, it becomes a need, something he would kill and die to possess, and then another obsession takes hold. Men of passion—men like him—are so rarely faithful to their fancies.

Alas, you are no ordinary woman; it stands to reason that his lust is no ordinary yearning. You are everything he has ever envisioned in an ideal bride. The right bloodline. The right family name. The right temperament. These things alone…

It does not even take into consideration the simplest fact—that, though time and circumstance has changed so much, there is nothing that can destroy his deepest affection for you, his sweet little niece.

No closer to devising his way forward, Daemon does what he can to evade encountering you. It is hardly an effort, for you seem to perpetually cycle between the same activities and yet, simultaneously, are nowhere to be found. He shuns the obvious places—the library, your Hightower siblings’ rooms, Rhaenyra’s solar, the courtyard, the garden—and even deigns to add the training yard and the kitchen to the list. Luckily, he seems to have either frightened you off or had simply chanced upon a rare occurrence in which you were discoverable.

After four more mornings, he is unsurprised to see you absent once more from your father's table to break your fast. You have missed the previous occasions, too. A sennight and a day had been more than enough time for him to decide that he detested these mealtimes. Quite obviously an attempt on his brother's part to foster unity between the squabbling factions in his family, he is usually faced with the choice of either indulging in the bickering of the children or pretending he gives a fuck about anything the Hightower woman has to say. Not that Her Grace has been particularly interested in engaging him in conversation. Instead, she carefully plays the part of ignorance, watching him from directly across the table with her beady little eyes each time he so much as moves. Loathsome bitch. She must have a magical cunt for Viserys to have managed to pump four of those wretched spawn into her.

This is why he is startled when Rhaenyra and Laenor enter with their two boys, followed swiftly by you and that idiot Cole. You have an air of irritation about you, as though you had been interrupted at your leisures when your elder sister had come to collect you for the first proper meal you would see in days.

The sight of Rhaenyra—as lovely a sight as it is—sends a weak thud of hurt through his chest. But it is the sight of you that inspires a far greater reaction.

You are no less striking in the morning light that streams in from the open balcony. Garbed in a short-sleeved gown of powdered blue and wild hair pulled back in a simple braid, the adjustments only serve to emphasise the parts of you that had changed in the ten years since he had last seen you. Half-convinced that his first meeting with you was an inexplicable fever-dream sent by the gods to taunt him, he is once more besieged by the sight of your rose-bloom lips, your bare throat—why the fuck do you not wear jewels to cover up all that exposed flesh, the sight is positively lewd—and charming little tits peaked in maiden's flirtation. The dress does little to hide your endowments from his rapacious gaze, for all its modest bodice and looser fit.

He does his best not to let his turmoil play out on his face as you move further into the room. Laenor drops into the empty seat beside him, narrowing his eyes in a manner that suggests he’s noticed where Daemon’s attention has been focused. The lad’s fair to suspect him—his exploits in the Stepstones hadn’t been limited to warfare, after all.

“Father, Daemon,” Rhaenyra greets, settling herself down next to her husband.

He finds the noted absence of greeting to the Hightower woman wildly entertaining. While it is not lost on her, the Queen has deigned to overlook the arrival of her once-best friend. Instead, she turns to survey her ailing King in an affectation of care. He decides it is only polite to return his eldest niece’s salutation. Rhaenyra smiles in response to his well-wishes, an acknowledgement of his words and nothing more.

"Good morrow, daughter!” Viserys says to his eldest, looking fondly down the table as his grandsons are settled in at their seats. His gaze moves to you. “Ah, child! We haven't seen you in an age!"

He has brightened in excitement at his first glance of you, and you smile sweetly at him as you pass by to press a kiss of greeting to your father's balding head.

"My apologies, Papa," you say to Viserys warmly. “I have been ever so preoccupied with my studies, you see. I did not wish to fall behind.”

“Studies, my girl? I had rather thought you were avoiding Lord Denys again!”

He has to grit his teeth at the mention of that idiot. What in the Seven hells is Viserys thinking, allowing a lackwit like the Rose of Highgarden anywhere near you? To think that he’d be willing to ship you off to so ordinary an existence as the Lady Tyrell. The blood of the Freehold, forced to mingle with farming stock. What dishonour!

At the mention of the lord, your earnest little stare transforms into a myriad of quick-vanishing demonstrations of your distaste for the man. Daemon is savagely glad to see it.

“That, too.” You beam when your father laughs. It is a most pleasing expression on your features, a guise that erases the lingering pensiveness clinging to you like a second skin—one that you should always bear.

Would that he could replace the gloom that reclaims you so soon after.

“Darling.”

Alicent frowns at him from her position at his brother’s side. She appears to have caught him looking, not that he cares overmuch for her judgement. It intrigues him that she appears to be addressing you. He had thought the family quite divided by old and new—and as Aemma’s last living child, that places you firmly in the former category.

She smiles up at you, gesturing you toward her. “Come sit by me.”

Clearly, his assumption is incorrect. You happily proceed around your father to sit in the empty seat beside the Queen, placing you next to the youngest one, Daeron. He can only remember the name due to its similarity to his own. You grin fondly down at the boy, and it is easy to imagine you doing the same one day with his own son. You ruffle his hair when he makes an exclamation of your name, disregarding the snide glances offered to you by the older two. Ah, that is more like it.

“What are you working on currently, sister?” Rhaenyra interrupts his musings from next to Laenor, wordlessly reminding young Lucerys to pause his chatter while eating.

His mouth upturns when he sees you brighten, stopping in the middle of selecting fruits and cheese and pastries to pile on your plate. The shame feels like a distant memory as he watches you, dish aloft in your hand while you enthusiastically turn to engage with your older sister.

“I have been consulting with Ser Lysan on writing a compendium of the Dothraki language,” you say excitedly.

Who the fuck is ‘Ser Lysan’? And what in the Seven hells is she doing learning Dothraki? Daemon’s brow raises sceptically as he mulls over the fact that you—a sweet little untouched princess—appear to have dealings with horse-fucking, barbarous brutes in the East.

“There is some debate as to how we will proceed,” you add, carefully side-eyeing the oldest of the Hightower boys as he snickers at your pronouncement, “as our letters do not correspond correctly with the phonetics of their speech. We will have to either take creative liberties or devise additional symbols to signify these sounds.”

Perhaps he has woefully underestimated you. You seem to possess an intellect that may well be formidable—at least when it comes to your philosophies and languages. A fascinating paradox of a girl, he thinks, to be so clever and unknowing all at once. For all your book learning, there is much about the world you lack understanding of. It is tempting to remedy this in the most depraved manner possible.

Not here. Not now.

“That sounds… interesting.”

Rhaenyra sounds anything but interested. Does anyone take interest in your pursuits? Anyone at all? Looking around the table at the uncertain faces of those you call family, it appears not. No wonder you seem so alone.

“Dothraki, of all the languages to learn?” he asks. “An interesting pursuit for a princess.”

You make direct eye contact with him, arranging your features into a facade of polite courtesy; it is closed off, withdrawn, and you return your plate to its place upon the table.

“I am learning, yes.” You absent-mindedly reach across the little one beside you to remove a silver-handled knife from the second-eldest boy—Aemon, is it not?—and place it out of his reach. It is a good call; he had been poking the surface before him with the tip, gouging small divots into the wood. You disregard his protestations, continuing your line of thought. “I would not claim to be proficient, however. It is a complex language, and I have not studied it for long enough to consider myself fluent.”

“It is a savage language.” The eldest of the Queen’s sons has an expression fixed in what Daemon can only assume is meant to be a look of disdain. As ugly as the boy is, the effect is rather lost on present company. “No wife of mine will occupy herself with such things.”

This one too? Unbelievable. It would make more sense to betroth you to your brother than to the Lord of Highgarden. If only the brother in question wasn’t so… pathetic. Pathetic now—but when he becomes a man, a true peril to any chance she may have at happiness.

He swallows back bile at the thought. However would you survive being bound to a sneering wretch who sought to stifle any joy you might experience, and all for the sake of control? It is too harsh a fate for someone so pure.

You frown softly, shoulders squaring off in your disapproval. “Just because their culture is different, Aegon”—ah, yes! No wonder he was such a disappointment with a name such as the Conqueror’s to try and fail to live up to—“does not mean they are savages.”

His nose flares with the necessity of suppressing his own amusement. Such guilelessness; such gullibility! You really are too sweet.

“They fuck their horses, don’t they?” Aegon asks disparagingly, echoing exactly what he had been thinking only moments prior.

The younger boy titters beside him. You open your mouth to respond, brow wrinkled in affront, when the Queen cuts across you.

“Aegon! That’s enough!” she says sharply, and the boy abruptly withdraws, tucking his head down and quietly resuming his meal with a muttered apology.

As a lull falls across the remaining occupants of the room, all that can be heard is the scraping of utensils over dishware and the hissing remonstrations of the Queen to her eldest, whispered reminders of how princes ought to treat those they are courting. Given that the recipient is three places down from her—and you are, in fact, between them—her words are neither quiet nor tactful. Your head bows, lower lip quivering only once, pretending not to hear as you pick apart the remnants of food on your plate.

“An intellectual, my daughter is.” Viserys breaks the stillness with forced joviality, engaging him in conversation once more.

He had paid little attention to the spat—no doubt avoiding his fatherly responsibilities as he has done since time immemorial, long since used to ignoring the conflict that sparks beneath his very nose. Daemon is simultaneously fond and contemptuous of his brother, the years having done little to change the spinelessness so central to his personality as man and monarch both.

“Always learning something new,” the man says merrily, “always needing books and tutors to satisfy that mind of hers. She would be a maester of the Citadel, methinks, had she been born a man.”

She would be Prince of Dragonstone if she had been born a man, Daemon snorts to himself, and I’d not need be sitting here with the Hightower bitch and her offspring.

“Papa!” A pretty flush reddens your exposed ears and the apples of your cheeks.

He trails the path of the blush as it spreads to your chest, most assuredly travelling down to kiss the shy swell of your breasts under that damned raised neckline. He has never hated an item of clothing quite so much as he does your gown.

“That Ser Lysan Marios of hers,” the King explains. “A man from the Free Cities, do you know? She was ever so delighted when I solicited his services.”

A tutor, then. But what is his place in your life? This is what Daemon wishes to know.

“He is a respectable gentleman,” Rhaenyra says, no doubt having witnessed his perplexity. “Though it’s quite amusing, really; for an old man like him, he is rather adept at making his way about the Keep unnoticed. You’d think someone with such poorly knees would be easier to find.”

He hadn’t truly believed your tutor to harbour untoward feelings for you, but relief suffuses him, nonetheless. An elderly man with weak joints could hardly muster the energy nor stamina to seduce his young charge—especially a burgeoning little nymphet like you, so reserved and restrained, desperate for release from the bonds of propriety. His gut tightens at the image he has conjured.

“We always leave a note, ’Nyra,” you say, your posy-petal lips frowning.

“And by the time I send someone to find you, you have moved off elsewhere.”

You hum an agreement, picking still at the remainder of your meal. Daemon spies the Hightower woman’s pointed glare over you, the quailing of the eldest boy. The lad clears his throat and turns to you.

“Sister. Would”—he pauses to clear his throat again—“would you… care to take a turn around the garden with me? At, er—the hour of the boar?”

How the fuck has he managed to make it worse?

Daemon almost preferred his snobbish spite over this pitiful attempt at flattery. If he’d been uncertain as to the boy’s success at winning you over, he’s not anymore. There’s scarce to be any maiden who would accept such a snivelling offer.

You appear rather baffled. “Oh. I appreciate the offer, Aegon… but I am afraid I have plans then.” A polite smile of contrition curves your lips.

Your brother does not like this. With a barely restrained sneer, he begins to respond. “But—”

“—I am intending to visit Athfiezar,” you cut across, placid as ever. “You are welcome to accompany me there, if you wish?”

The boy blanches. “No!” He says, shaking his head.

You make a soft noise of acknowledgement, allowing your focus to drift to the small one immediately beside you. And, with that, the conversation ceases entirely.

Rhaenyra was right in asserting her inability to pronounce the name of your feral mount. The guttural inflections in your honey-sweet voice speak to something wild and untamed, a spark of the magic that had brought his line to life so long ago.

“Interesting name.” Daemon is unable to help himself. You blink disconcertedly at him as he speaks. It is the second time in as many occurrences that he has seen your countenance alight with startlement at his address. A nervous little morsel, you are. “A Dothraki word, is it?”

He can only assume this. Based on his few dealings with the horde of savages during his time in Essos, the word sounds similar to the harsh utterings of the khalasar.

“Yes,” you say, a pleased look crossing your visage. “It means ‘love’.”

What a name for such a monstrous creature. A little girl christening her first barn cat, all soft skin and sweet smile and doe-eyed delight. You squint at Rhaenyra when she chuckles softly. It seems he isn’t the only one to have such a thought.

You turn back to him. “He does not take well to others, I fear.”

That is an understatement. From all his existing knowledge of the wild leviathan, from his experiences with the beast growing up, from tales he had gleaned from around the capital, from accounts of old acquaintances and the from gossip of his family, your dragon—the fucking Cannibal, and isn’t that a story he’d like to hear—was an utter lunatic, as unhinged and vicious as he always was. Except, it seems, with you.

“A right bastard, too,” Laenor murmurs under his breath, just within Daemon’s earshot. “Do you know how many Keepers we’ve had to replace since that thing came to King’s Landing?”

He can imagine. Dragon, livestock and human alike, the dragon had little care for what it slayed, seemingly fulfilling itself on the blood-and-gore high of butchery. The thought of laying eyes upon such a creature thrills him to the bone.

You levy him with an inquisitive look, head tilted slightly. “Would you like”—you hesitate—“would you like to meet him, Uncle?”

Only a fool could refuse a proposition like that. Not in the least because of the Cannibal—well, so few would ever have the opportunity to come close to the beast and live to tell the tale. Through you, it may well be possible that he would get that chance.

But, moreover, how can he say no to your timid, earnest entreaty, the proverbial hand of offering held out and just waiting for yet another rejection? Hope draws your brows in a pleading arch, lips wet and parted, and it calls to mind the face of a much younger you, far freer in begging for his attention. Who could possibly deny you?

His mouth settles the matter before his mind has decided.

“I’d be glad to,” he says, warmed by the sunny beam that stretches across your face, bringing bright light to your eyes and a merry flush to your skin.

It occurs to him then that he has just invited himself to an entire span of unaccompanied time alone with you. You—the object of his waking reveries, his darkest deliberations, his filthiest wants.

Perhaps this will be what finally drives him mad.

The wheelhouse ride is a revelation—and not quite for the reason he expected.

You are surprisingly easy to converse with; high praise, coming from him. He is not one to enjoy casual discussion, finding most people utterly insipid, especially those of suitable station. Princes and lords and magisters are always far too concerned with crowing of their riches to be of much interest—and the women are hardly worth engaging with unless it is to persuade them to drop their smallclothes and let him bend them over in some abandoned hall.

It might just be his fixation upon you that makes you so fascinating. He cares not for the reason. Instead, he chooses to enjoy the rarity of the moment, listening to you talk about the weather, the food, the changes made to the city since his departure.

“We have been getting an increase in grain from the Reach, I believe, in return for silks and spices from Driftmark,” you say, filling the transport with the dulcet tones of your pretty little voice.

He wonders at how you have come to know this information.

“Papa allows me to be his cupbearer during Small Council sometimes.” Pride overtakes your expression. “I am not present often, but it is nice when he asks.”

It is expected of Rhaenyra as the heir to attend in her youth, but no such presumption falls upon you. How interesting that Viserys has chosen to allow his second daughter to be involved in the running of the Realm, small a part as that may be! Daemon had not thought his brother observant of you in any capacity whatsoever. In this, he’s happy to be wrong.

When you arrive at the Dragonpit, your faithful guard-dog Cole is waiting for you, having ridden ahead to secure the location for his young charge. Daemon rolls his eyes as the knight offers you his arm, assisting you down the steps and to the ground. You gratefully thank the Kingsguard—he has to clench his jaw tightly to resist saying something snide at the look of slavish devotion on the whoreson’s face—and take out leather gloves of deep black, a stark contrast to the blood red of your riding habit. You wear the Targaryen colours exceedingly well.

“Now, Uncle,” you say seriously, turning to him. “I do not usually meet Athfiezar at the Pit, so it is imperative that you do as I say.”

It makes sense that the dragon seeks refuge outside of the Dragonpit. The beast did not seem one to willingly enshrine itself in chains. His brow quirks in entertainment at your command, a war general in the shape of a little girl with a woman’s body, but tips his head regardless.

“Of course.” He has no wish to die for the sake of pride.

The Dragonkeepers have already begun to shift nervously in the open, unprotected space. What follows illuminates him as to why. He is startled when you stop in the middle of putting your gloves on to place your fingers at your mouth and release a loud whistle. The sound echoes toward the cavernous entrance of the building before you and sets off a cacophony of ringing screeches and roars from within. He cringes as the blast of noise assaults his ears and wonders what in the hells you were intending by doing such a thing.

Suddenly, a low rumble resonates through the air. He casts around for the origin of the din, seeing nothing cresting the horizon. Out of nowhere, there is an unearthly shriek. A hulking black shape tumbles from the cover of cloud, rapidly gaining size as it approaches.

The Dragonkeepers bark panicked orders to each other, rushing to clear the space before his little niece. “Inkot selās! Inkot selās!” Move back! Move back!

Daemon wonders through a wave of sheer panic if he ought to follow the Keepers’ example and dive for shelter, dragging you with him. The dragon isn’t showing any signs of slowing down. It is now close enough for him to make out the grim scores of scars marking its head, the eerie verdigris orbs glowing ominously within its immense skull, the sheer musculature forming one of the largest specimens of Old Valyria alive today. The dragon is quite dissimilar to the other Targaryen specimens, he notes, stouter and stockier and yet more serpentine than the winged creatures the Conqueror had brought to Westeros some hundred years before. He wonders if it is true that this one is from a different lineage entirely. He had never gotten close enough to survey it before now.

The great lumbering thing alights upon the dome of the Dragonpit, crawling with surprising agility to the edge of the structure and peering down. It sends a clatter of rubble spilling from the sides of the great dome as it crackles under the weight of it. At the sight of the Keepers huddled behind dragonglass shields, curled to the ground in vain protection of themselves, the Cannibal opens its mouth and screams. It is a haunting, hair-raising resonation that sends chills down his spine and near freezes the blood in his veins.

“Athfiezar!”

His gaze, having been transfixed upon the most terrifying entity he had witnessed in years, shifts to you. You have stepped forward, seemingly without a care, arm outstretched and calling happily up to the reptilian brute. He is about to pull you back toward him when he observes what might be the most deranged, impossible scenario imaginable.

The dragon stops.

It stops.

“Kesīr māzīs, Athfiezar!” you call again, bouncing lightly on the balls of your feet. Come here!

Emitting a deep keening, its eyes split to you, pausing its rampage as it takes in the sight of you below. Daemon huffs an exhilarated laugh as the winged serpent cocks its head, pauses, and then begins scaling its way down the stone formation. It is heedless of the damage it is doing to the establishment as it tears its way through rock like parchment, wiggling down to touch down upon the ground before the mouth of the Pit. The beast is surprisingly light upon its feet for its sheer size, second only to the great she-dragon, Vhagar.

He can only watch on in amazement as you stride forward to meet your mount. The famed Cannibal bends its massive frame down so that you may lay your hand upon its snout and coo something tender and indeterminable from a distance away. The wyrm growls softly, slowly pressing itself against you as you talk. The Dragonkeepers have not yet moved from their protective stances, spaced out around the yard and cowering behind obsidian safeguards.

What the fuck.

And then, you are walking back toward him, an air of contentment unlike any he had witnessed about you emanating from your person and echoed in the radiant joy upon your visage. With your giant beast as a formidable backdrop, you look every inch a Targaryen conqueror. It is a most unexpected evolution in the child that had preferred to entertain herself by reading than by journeying to the Pit to see Syrax or Caraxes. The sight makes him breathless.

You are glorious.

“Kepus,” you say, reaching out to him. He is somewhat amazed to see you are the same person, the same girl with the same charming eyes and delicate features and alluring form, that you have not somehow metamorphosed into a goddess from ancient Valyria. “Would you like to meet him?”

His answer is immediate, wordless. When he grasps onto your hand, he notes that your grip is much firmer, more solid and more real than it had been the week before. You are in your element here, at peace within yourself and with the dragon feared by the entire world. You pull him gently with you towards the creature, unfaltering even in the wake of the chitters and low hisses it emits when it observes a newcomer heading its way.

“He will not hurt you,” you say kindly. “You are with me.”

The affirmation warms him. When you are a small distance away, you release his hand, stepping in front of him to murmur softly to your mount once more.

“Ñuha kepa bisy issa, ñuhus taobus,” you call mellifluously, once more extending your palms to stroke along the dragon’s head. It nudges you lightly, and you laugh in response. “Ziry ōdrikō daor.” This is my uncle, my boy. Do not hurt him.

There is an absurdity in hearing you kindly entreat this monstrosity as though it were a prize hound, born and bred to spend its days on the lap of a noblewoman at high tea. What’s more is that the wyrm appears to enjoy it, nuzzling into your touch like a kitten.

Athfiezar growls in warning as Daemon approaches, soothed only by the quiet humming you are making and the light affirmations of peace you are whispering. Shifting its weight around, it grumbles in irritated obeisance as it allows him near. When he is close enough to hear the beat of its heart, feel the waft of its breath on his skin, smell the typical scent of dragon stink upon the air, he stops and takes in the view.

From this angle, he cannot see the beast’s hind legs, so vast is the length of its anatomy. The dragon’s powerful front legs and sinuous snake-like neck occupies his vision, the head bowed low to the ground in cooperation with its mistress’s will. Its sable scales ripple like onyx in the sun, flashing shades of coal and silver and gold as the light dapples upon their surfaces. The creature is maimed in several places, no doubt from its long history of aggression against its own kind, but the old injuries serve to heighten its aura of petrifaction.

It is a horrifying representative of its kind. It is everything he had ever adored stories about as a child. And it is yours.

“How is this possible?” he breathes, stepping closer to you. You glance back at him, mouth quirking gently at the expression of wonderment on his face.

You lightly entwine your fingers with his. When his eyes snap to yours, you tug him forward easily, placing his hand upon the Cannibal’s snout with your small hand laid on his own. He laughs quietly at the sensation of dragon-scale under his palm, a mixture of bewilderment and disbelief and sheer childish awe colouring his tone. For a man to lay his hand upon the Cannibal and live… It is the stuff of dreams.

“Raqnon jorrāeltas—hegnīr ūī zijot irughin. You stare wistfully at your mount. He needed love—so I gave it to him.

Though it is a relief to hear his ancestral tongue spill from your lips once more, a reminder that the years had not washed away all that is familiar, Daemon wonders if there is more to this unlikely pair than anyone had assumed. Both isolated, both starved for affection, both cleaving to each other for warmth and surety. The notion makes him unhappy.

My poor, lonely little girl… You never need be lonely again now that he had returned.

He looks back up at the beast, Athfiezar the Cannibal, this wretched saviour of desolate maidens and broken dreams. The creature snorts, a puff of smoke jettisoning out of its nostrils in a sneeze. He jumps out of the way, startled. You giggle, laying your head fondly against its snout.

“Kara iksā,” he says. You are magnificent.

You smile as you look up at your dragon, your hand lightly caressing its colossal jaw—but Daemon’s eyes remain firmly affixed on you.

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“If they call me a slut, you know it might be worth if for once”

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synopsis: paul and reader are at emily’s house watching a movie with the pack. reader can’t wait to get her hands on him and paul ends up giving her that and more, all on emily’s couch while everyone around them is watching a movie

warnings: smut, dom!paul, sub!reader

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you and paul had made the short drive over to emily’s house earlier in the night for the pack’s weekly movie night. and, although you absolutely adored these weekly movie nights, you had been trying to get some alone time with paul all week but the pack seemed to need his constant attention which led to both of you being rather sexually frustrated on this fine friday night.

“paul where the fuck did you put the popcorn?” jared groaned as he opened and closed the last of emily’s kitchen cabinets on his futile hunt for the popcorn paul and you had picked up from the store on your way over.

“it’s on the counter dumbass,” paul grumbled as he got up from his spot at the kitchen table to step over to where you were currently standing, leaned over the kitchen island as you spoke to emily about how annoying your new neighbors were at your and paul’s apartment.

“paul,” you smiled as you peeked over your shoulder when you felt his hands slide over your hips, “please tell emily here that i’m not being dramatic when i say those two idiots next door are literally fucking every hour of the day,” you asked playfully, giggling when paul let out an exasperated groan.

“24/7,” paul affirmed, chuckling when you straightened up so he could wrap his arms around you and rest his chin atop your head.

emily laughed at paul’s confirmation, “that’s why i’m saying you two gotta move into one of the houses over here, they’re so much quieter than those ridiculous apartments,” she mused and you giggled, rolling your eyes as you peeked over your shoulder to look up at your imprinter.

“paul,” you started, giggling when he squeezed your hips before you turned your attention back to emily, “hates yard work so i’m thinking a house is a no-go for the foreseeable future,” you teased, bursting into another fit of giggles when paul pinched at the fatty flesh of your hips.

before you three could continue any further, embry’s booming voice came, “everyone in the living room right now, i wanna start!” he called, you and emily giggling when jared, quil, and jacob all groaned but obliged nonetheless as they got up from their spots at the kitchen table with snacks in hand.

“c’mon lahote,” you teased, taking his hand from your hip so you could lace your fingers together and tug him into the living room while emily went to go grab sam so you all could finally start the movie.

paul allowed you to lead him into the living room, quickly taking a seat on the recliner and tugging you into his lap so the two of you could have your own seat without having to worry about embry or quil whining about your and paul’s PDA with one another.

you let out a soft sigh as you curled into paul, shimmying your arm behind him so you could wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head against his chest while sam got the movie on. “you two want a blanket?” emily asked softly, handing paul one of the many big quilts she owned when you nodded.

“thanks em,” you murmured, giggling when she blew you a playful kiss before getting settled on the couch next to the two of you as sam finally started the movie. as the opening began to play, the rest of the pack quickly settled down in the darkened living room.

paul slipped his hand under your t-shirt, stroking his fingers up and down your back soothingly. you allowed yourself to relax under the blanket, curling further into paul and letting out a soft sigh of content.

after a few moments, you shifted a bit in paul’s lap in an attempt to relieve the returning ache between your thighs which paul apparently took quite the issue with. he didn’t need to use words, instead just sliding both hands down to your hips to hold you in place which only made things worse for you.

you frowned, peeking over your shoulder to look up at your imprinter who just quietly shushed you and pressed a quick kiss to your temple, “behave,” he murmured against your temple, just loud enough so you’d pick up on it despite the blaring movie in the background.

you let out a quiet huff but obliged nonetheless, curling back up into his lap only to feel something pressing up against your lower back. you went to move again but paul just tightened his grip on your hips, both of you already knowing damn well you wouldn’t be moving if he didn’t want you to.

you looked back over your shoulder at him, “‘s uncomfortable-” you whispered and he rolled his eyes, about to respond to you but quil jumped in before he could.

“for fuck’s sake you two-” quil groaned, playfully glaring at the two of you which had you letting out a soft laugh and paul rolling his eyes.

the rest of the pack also let out quiet laughs at quil’s outburst, everyone quickly falling quiet again as the scene currently playing on the screen intensified.

paul softened his grip on your hips a bit, giving you a moment to adjust yourself in his lap. despite your attempts to get comfortable, you couldn’t seem to find a position that allowed you to alleviate even the tiniest bit of the ache in between your thighs and also not have paul’s hardening cock pressing up against you.

you settled for just curling up in between his legs, resting your head against his chest as he allowed his legs to stretch out along the recliner. it didn’t take more than a few moments for you to feel his hands moving, one wrapping around your chest to he could cup on of your breasts in his hand while the other dipped down in between your legs.

in a weak attempt to not disturb quil again, you slowly looked over your shoulder to peek up at paul in an attempt to figure out what exactly he was planning on doing, “behave,” he reminded you again, voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down to meet your gaze for just a moment before looking back up at the tv.

you rolled your eyes but decided against bickering with him, just resting your head against his chest while his fingers went back to work under the blanket. his finger just barely grazed over your sweatpants, making sure he’d apply just enough pressure to ensure your clit would get some of the stimulation she was craving.

a heavy sigh fell from your lips at the touch, it was embarrassing how little he could do to make you a mess underneath him. both you and him knew all too well how electrifying both of your touches felt against the other, especially when you’d gone nearly a week without having him buried inside you.

his other hand gently massaged at your breast, smiling to himself when your eyes fluttered closed at the pleasurable sensation. as the ache between your thighs intensified, you were about to take matters into your own hands but he beat you to it and dipped his fingers beneath the band of your sweatpants and panties.

the ghost of a laugh left his lips when he realized how soaked you were, not wasting any time before he was dipping one finger inside your heat. you were quick to tighten your fingers on his shirt, biting down hard on your lower lip as you felt a moan rising in your throat.

paul just pressed his lips to your hair as his pointer finger joined his middle finger, scissoring open the tight muscle that was your cunt, “don’t cum,” he ordered quietly, only pausing his fingers for a moment as he waited for you to nod before he was back to stretching you out for him.

as it turns out, not cumming on his fingers was proving to be a much more difficult task than you’d originally thought it would be. your grip on his t-shirt tightened when you felt the coil in your belly tightening, your mind desperately trying to figure out how to stave off your first orgasm of the night.

finding no reprieve, you took one hand and slowly slid it under the band of his sweatpants and boxers, quickly seeing his aching cock pressed up against his abs. the sight alone would’ve been enough for you to cum but your mind quickly reminded you that paul would most definitely not be letting you cum again if you finished on his fingers so quickly.

“jake that’s nasty!” quil’s booming voice came from next to you and paul again and you froze, quickly looking over at paul with worry covering your features, not sure what to do.

paul just quietly shushed you, releasing his grip on your breast in favor of holding your head close to his chest as he figured out what the hell was going on with quil and jacob.

“can both of you shut up? can’t focus on shit with the two of you chewing so loud,” jared groaned, rolling his eyes as he pulled kim closer to him, the two of them sprawled out on the pull-out couch on the other side of you that also managed to miraculously fit sam and emily.

from the looks of it, sam and emily were completely passed out though so they didn’t seem to mind jared’s bickering too much.

before you could dwell on it too much, quil and jacob quieted down and everyone went back to focusing on the movie. paul slowly slid his fingers out of your pussy, shushing you when you let out a soft whine at the loss of him.

he didn’t speak, instead just rolling the two of you over so he was spooning you, the recliner letting out a rather disturbing groan as both of your weights shifted on it. jared only shot paul a playful glare at the noise before turning his attention back to the screen in front of all of you.

paul shifted behind you, pulling his cock out of its constraints while you tugged the blanket up to make sure the two of you were plenty covered in the off chance that one of the boys decided to spontaneously turn the lights on.

once paul freed his cock, he gently ran his hand over your hip, pressing a soft kiss to your hair as he gently tugged down your sweatpants and panties just enough to give him access to your entrance, “you tell me if it doesn’t feel good, yea?” paul’s lips grazed your ear as he whispered, doing his best to make sure you were feeling safe with him without letting all the rest of the boys in on your little rendezvous.

you hummed and nodded, peeking over your shoulder to press a quick kiss to his lips. he just smiled at you before allowing you to get settled again, resting your head on his bicep as he used his free hand to grab his cock and guide it towards your entrance.

a soft sigh left your lips when you felt the tip of his cock press into your entrance, the profuse amount of precum leaking from the head of his cock helping aid the intrusion.

once he was sure the head of his cock was securely in your pussy, he let go of his cock in favor of grabbing your hip to stabilize you while he got ready to fully enter you from behind.

you reached one hand out to tangle your fingers together with his free hand and paul let out a breathy laugh against your hair, his heart melting a bit when you pulled your intertwined hands close enough so you could playfully kiss his hand.

he offered your hip a soft squeeze before he pushed his hips into yours, his grip tightening when he felt your initial resistance to the intrusion. he was one of the larger members of the pack so you had grown accustomed to always needing time to stretch around his length each time he fucked you.

once he was fully sheathed inside you, he softened his grip on your hip and allowed you a few moments to accommodate the instruction that was his aching cock. his fingers stroked up and down your side soothingly as he peppered your hair with soft kisses.

once you were confident you had enough time to stretch around him, you gave his hand a squeeze and he smiled, happy to know you were feeling better with him in you, “cum quick for me, yea?” paul murmured, his lips brushing against your ear, his words and the feeling leaving your pussy throbbing around his length.

you nodded, giving his hand another squeeze before he slid his hand back down to your hip, snaking it around to dip between your legs and rub your clit. barely containing your gasp, you pushed your hips back against his which had him tightening his grip on your hip to keep you in your place.

he slowly drew his hips back, just enough to thrust into your heat without causing too much of a commotion so the rest of the pack wouldn’t realize what was happening next to them.

thankfully for you and paul, the rest of the pack was none the wiser and no one even flinched when paul began thrusting in and out of your heat, his movements fluid and slower than normal which surprisingly felt just as good as when he was pounding into you like he normally preferred to.

you tightened your fingers around his, squeezing your eyes shut when he began rubbing tight circles against your clit pressing down rather hard in a successful attempt to make you cum quicker. you buried your face in his arm, squeezing his hand tightly when you felt the coil in your belly beginning to tighten.

you knew you’d be cumming quicker than normal seeing as it’d been over a week since the last time you came or had paul fucking you but you didn’t realize it’d be this quick. when paul felt your walls clamping down on him, he knew you were close and opted to pinch the sensitive bundle of nerves between his fingers, rolling them which had you cumming on him almost instantaneously.

as you came on his cock, you bit down on your lip hard enough to nearly draw blood, your pussy throbbing around your imprinter’s cock which had him emptying his seed into your tight channel just moments later.

paul’s breath caught in his throat when he came and he slid his hand up from your pussy to your chest to hold you close to him, keeping his hips glued to yours as the two of you came down from your respective orgasms.

paul was the first to come back to his senses, loosening his grip on you when he realized just how tightly he was holding you. he peppered your shoulder and neck with gentle kisses as you came back to him, your breathing slowly evening out until you felt confident enough to peek over your shoulder at him.

he smiled at you, pressing his lips to yours for a soft kiss, “i love you,” he whispered and you let out a soft giggle, smiling back up at him.

“i love you too,” you murmured, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before turning your attention back to the living room to see if any of the boys had noticed anything.

fortunately for you and paul, they didn’t seem to be picking up on anything, all of their eyes glued to the screen. you honestly had no idea what movie you were even watching but it must’ve been good seeing as you and paul were quite literally able to fuck right next to all of them without them noticing anything.

paul slid his hand back down your side and gently pulled his cock out of your walls, helping you shimmy your panties and sweatpants back up before he did the same for himself, both of you quickly getting comfortable in each other’s arms again without the fear of getting caught in the middle of sex by the pack.

you yawned as you rolled over in paul’s arms so you could face him and bury your face in his t-shirt, “you can sleep princess,” paul murmured, smiling when you hummed and nodded, throwing one leg over his waist to pull him closer to you.

he dipped his hand back under your sweatshirt, gently stroking his fingers up and down your side until he heard your breathing even out as you fell asleep after some much-needed intimacy with your imprinter.

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hi it’s me again!! could i have some general crushing + relationship hcs of hercules w/ a muse! reader? 💕

a/n: YES I CAN

(hercules x reader)

summary: herc crushing on a muse!reader

masterlist

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first off

he thinks youre so fine

like so so so fine

down bad from the moment he sees you

bro is so stuttery he can't be around you without messing up at least three sentences

he just thinks you are literally a piece of art- which would make sense because "we are the muses, goddesses of the arts and proclaimers of heroes, heroes like Hercules, HUNNY YOU MEAN HUNKULES-"

anyways...

he is subconsciously really flirty

like don't get me wrong he's still like a nervous wreck have of the time

but the more comfortable he gets around you the more the comments/compliments he's spewing

stuff like -

y: Herc can you help me with something real quick

h: anything for you

or like

y: sorry I'm such a mess today

h: you look so pretty what do you mean?

really subtle cheesy shit yknow

he's such a sap always willing to help you when you need it

always wanting to spend time with you

he will complain to phil if he doesn't see you at least every other day

h:Phil I think I'm actually going to die if she doesn't show up in the next hour

p: you literally fight monsters that are a thousand times your size and the fact you haven't seen your lover girl that's it. that's whats gonna take you out?

h:....yes :(

and it gets worse once you guys are together

he let it slip once that he thinks he's in love with you and boom that set it all off

so clingy fr

but also knows boundaries

if you've have a long day and want some time alone he can do that

he'll sulk but only when you're not looking

loves holding you

especially by your waist

just has a thing for having an arm around you like 24/7

he's a sucker for picnic dates and always loves them

he eventually meets the other muses who all see him for the sucker he is and never stop teasing the both of you about it

fr they're gossiping about how he looks at you and is just so so sweet towards you

arguments hardly ever happen

it's usually about him being jealous if anything

he trusts you 110% but when others look at you and talk to his hot shrexy bae it's hard not to be a little jealous

however, that's an easy fix as you just have to consol him that you only have eyes for him

he's such a sucker for smooches

love em

cheek kisses neck kisses forehead kisses- all of them

giving and receiving

also a big cuddler loves just to hold you

he's such a romantic and is so down bad for you fr fr

#disney x reader #hercules x reader #disney #hercules x you #hercules oneshot #hercules x y/n #herc

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uyuforu · 6 months

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What is Jungkook's type from his birth chart?

Jungkook's DSC Persona Chart

-> Hi! Thank you for your request and patience! So, technically, you asked to know jk's ideal type based on astrology, and I already did his Venus analysis, so I thought of talking of the DSC persona chart today! But don't forget it's not really possible to explain who is your best match based on astrology. Our partners are all based on what we like, there aren't really a best match. The closest thing would be his Briede Persona Chart that I already did and Venus Analysis :)

What is DSC Persona Chart?

Descendant Persona Chart is a Chart based on the Descendant. Also called DSC for shorter lol. It's a chart that represents the partners you tend to date so technically your type. Since we usually don't date people who are not our type lol. So we will study what is JK's ideal type is based on astrology.

A little reminder of all the romance based Persona Chart:

Venus Persona Chart= Individual's love style

DSC Persona Chart= What kind of person you tend to date/ go after

Groom/ Briede Persona Chart= FS

Boda Persona Chart= Wedding of the individual

Juno Persona Chart= Represents our soulmates, FS, destined love of our life

Leo Rising, 17°

-> It represents how the individual approach their relationships, how their relationships appear to people. With this placement it obvious that it tends to be something people are curious about. It gives the vibe that whatever relationships he will be in, it will either be revealed to the public or people are just so into knowing it. Main character vibe. IT couple. It means he hates to hide his relationships, he would rather prefer to shine with his love in public, despite it may not be for the best all the time. JK tends to see his relationships as the most important thing in his life. He literally does whatever he can to put his relationship first. Generally, people (close to him) see his relationships as something he is very devoted to, and he literally shines in his relationships. You can see it literally makes him appear way more happy in his life when he is in one. He will tend to be more playful, suddenly burst of happiness. Cheeky. It also represents how the individual seem to be in a relationship! So for JK, it literally means he can be seen as a cheeky, courageous, proud, generous, but also a show off. He can tend to show off generally or just his relationship. He is a very devoted lover, maybe a bit dramatic sometimes. But the kind to always talk about how great his partner is, or how good his relationship is going. The 17° is also under leo so it's literally what it means lmao. He will tend to be more creative when in a relationship. His partners are his muses. He will also give the queen treatment in relationship. Not princess, Queen. This is extra placement lol.

Cancer Sun, 11H, 7°

-> Main theme of relationships, and how the individual act in relationship. Literally, three words here: home, friendship, romance. Here the vibes are Cancer, Aquarius and Libra. JK needs comfort in a relationship, so someone nurturing (idk how many times I said it before lmao), someone who can be his home. Someone who can pamper him, let him be dependent on them from time to time. Someone he feels safe with. So PDA is a big thing here too. He searches for that in his partners. So if his partners are searching for someone to totally depend on, move on to someone else girl! JK will tend to act like a baby who needs attention in his relationships, or cuter lol. Don't take it to the line, you must take it lightly. He will just act more cute, more childish in a way. He may also love to use a cute voice and cute nicknames while talking to his partner (and mercury is also in Cancer lmao). Eating with partner is a big theme lol. Loves to be cozy with his partners. So staying at home with them is his favorite thing. With the 11H placement, it makes me feel like friendship is very important for him. I wouldn't be surprised if he mostly dates his friends, in a sense he needs them to be friends before the relationship. And dating his best friend vibe. It can also reminds of social medias. So he may would want to post his lover on social medias. Pretty sure he wish he could. Showing off is part of how he loves don't forget! Love is important there as romance because libra is still there but Aquarius makes the relationships very friendly too. JK would love to feel best friend with his partners. Having fun, discussions about many different topics, talking and getting/ giving advices, etc. A real connection is needed. Feeling free also, not controlled. With libra, are you surprised to heart JK is a true romantic? Yeah, me either. Romance is needed here. PDA, cuddles, sweet gestures, lovely words, etc. JK will be the kind of romantic guy to suddenly offer flowers to his partner, or taking care of them. Fairness is important, if there is a feeling of injustice in the relationship or a cold treatment, it's not going to go well. Same as if the partner is too strict or controlling.

Virgo Moon, 1H, 6°

-> Emotional needs to feel satisfied in the relationship. How the individual will feel happy in relationships. How they express their emotions. This one conjunct JK's natal moon, which tells me it's literally the same as generally in his life. The 1H (Aries) placement makes me feel like being able to talk about him, his life, or even his relationship to others will make him happy. If he feels safe to talk about him, share details, then he is happy and comfortable. Otherwise he would never. If he can be a bit mean with his partner, like teasing, or even roasting each other, then it's love lmao. He would hate someone who literally takes everything bad. Someone who is strong enough to be roasted, who will roast him, and even can handle receiving criticism! Virgo placements often criticize their loved one "for their own good". In their point of view, they are giving you an advice about something you can improve to make your life easier. In the eyes of someone more sensible, you have been criticized hard lmao. If JK can express himself and show his flaws, then it's a win for them. If he shows what he consider his "bad side" (flaws) to his love, then he is happy. He hates people to see that in him, he feels the need to be perfect all the time. So literally him showing what he hates the most about him is literally a proof of love. Nothing much more to say lmao.

Cancer Mercury, 12H, 26°

-> How the individual communicate in relationships. The things you say, and how you say it. Conversations' topics. Literally what I said before: baby talk. I won't get to into this as I already talked about it. Topics can be about home, ways to make the home more cozy, activates at home, couple activities, childhood memories, etc. With pisces, it can be about art, spirituality, emotions, dreams. Often talking about the future. There is a gentle way to speak with the 12H placement. He very gentle voice, wanting the partner to feel loved and safe. With taurus placement (26°), talking about home decoration, money, fashion, beauty, food, good things of life, families, habits, etc. There is still a down to earth vibe here. Being realistic, helping each other with money, giving advices. Singing too, singing together. Writing songs. Just talking everyday as they never get tired of each other.

Gemini Venus, 10H, 5°

-> How the individual express their love in the relationships. How they want to feel loved. How to be happy in relationships. JK express love towards his partners usually with conversations. You know he loves to be with you if he actually stay there and talk. Spending time is a big thing. With his partners, talking can be big. Talking about many things, and learning together. He would love to learn from partners. And teaching too. Exchanging informations. Mental growth. I told before that words of expression isn't big for him but I feel like with this placement there, he would love someone who talks a lot, someone who can lead the conversations. He may be more of a listener. Also, someone spontaneous that can keep him on his toes. Someone who keep surprising him. He will be the same!! He wants to keep the love new, and keep that exciting feeling all along. In 10H, this placement makes JK be willing to work hard for the relationship to work, he is mature but expects the same. He hates laziness, so no effort= bye bye. Someone who is not consistent, someone who tells and does the opposite is a big turn off. He may lead the relationship or feel responsible to do so. He may also want to feel lead from time to time. With the 5° (Leo), def a show off omg. He wants someone that will feel proud to date him. He wants to be able to show off his partner. He is very romantic and loves big gestures. Gift giving can be a thing. Feeling creative in a relationships is important to him. He may also express his love this way. Writing a song, creating a playlist for them, painting something, drawing, singing a song in karaoke or serenading, etc.

Gemini Mars, 11H, 24°

-> Goal, motivation in relationship. Anger. What keeps the relationships drive. Learning & teaching each other stuff is important to keep the relationship moving. I said it before but if the relationship falls in a routine, it won't work out. If it becomes boring, then it's a no. JK needs to feel like he can't get enough of his partner. So someone he can talk with, and with the 11H, a friend, is important to him. Someone he can have fun with!! With 11H, he needs a unique relationship, just someone very unique, even if they can come off weird to others. He just doesn't want to feel bored and always excited to be with them. Friendship is very important and to judging each other. Softness, accepting emotions, spirituality could be a thing too. As for goals and motivation, the 24° can be helping each other doing shadow work, helping each other with addictions, helping each other with dreams and creativity. For the anger, communication over burst of anger is more important. JK doesn't want someone aggressive. He wants someone who can talk things though. Someone who wants peace and calm rather than a storm. So fights might happen quite almost never, only when really needed.

Pisces Jupiter, 8H, 27°

-> Where the relationships will be more successful. How to be lucky in relationships. Success with emotions shared! His relationships will be successful if both share how they feel, are not scared to express their emotions as it is, and even being each other muse. Keeping the relationships in their own bubble will also be a good idea. Both practicing spirituality! Listening to each other and being patient. Trying to help each other. Being intimate and not scared to be very passionate. If both feel obsessed with the other, it will go well? Very weird to say but the relationship will need passion, and devotion to work. They need to feel like the other love them so so much. JK will need this absolutely. TALKING. Talking, communicating is super big. If he communicates with his partner then it will go well. It means even talk about stuff that bothers him. But that means speak rather than bottle up, which can be very hards at time. Communication is a form of maturity.

Taurus Saturn, 9H, 1°

-> Lessons learned in relationships. Hardships. Lessons about stability. How to make a relationships stable, long term. It can also be related to different countries, languages, long distance relationships. Dealing with huge differences that make the relationships harder. Lessons about being more open-minded, patient and learning. Accepting the way you think isn't the only one possible. What you know isn't the universal truth. There are also lessons about committing too fast. Lessons can also be learned through non committal relationships (situationships). It can also mean hardships related to speaking to fast and not thinking enough. Not being patient enough. Acting more than talking. There is a need to be more calm and collected rather to act impulsively.

Sagittarius Pluto, 4H, 5°

-> Transformation in relationships. Struggles too. Learning about different cultures, different languages in his relationships. But it can also be a struggle for him. Def different languages in relationships. Long distance relationship can happen too, he may have experienced them or will. Different religions, philosophy, etc. Learning from the other without judging. He wants someone who can teach him many things that goes beyond what he already knows. Someone who can redefine home, someone who will teach him their countries' stories, usages, etc. Someone who will make him discover what they like and will transform his fame, what he loves, be a muse for him. But that also means snuggling with his fame with his relationships.

Taurus MC, 11°

-> Reputation and how the public view the relationships of the individual. For the Taurus MC, it means to me that it's still pretty private to me. Earth signs literally don't show off. It may be showing off less as possible, keeping things private to still have a stable relationship. Keeping things out of hands of the public, to keep the control. The public will maybe feel like JK has stable relationships, it's not just a random relationships, but a long-term one, even marriage. But with the Aquarius, it would appear strange, unique, surprising to them too. Like "??? her?? really?? okay...?" kind of vibe. People will def be surprised. For different reasons: his ideal type is right under so you will understand, and I keep seeing so any signs of potential foreigner wife lol. You know Koreans army (most of them) will not like it, and most of fans of the world will be super judgy. Most people think they are better while... gurl? You don't know the person. And move on! He choose unique partners because he loves iiiiit. Both signs makes me feel like PDA in public isn't big, it's quite reserved, or this is how people would see them. And things will maybe feel awkward? But Taurus makes them appear super charismatic and always well presented to the public (physically). Good manners and powerful couple vibes. Unique couple.

Aquarius DSC, 17°

-> The ideal type! It can gives off foreigner vibes. But mostly partners who are different. Uniqueness is such a huge turn on for JK. Don't be a sheep, don't follow anyone. He is not into people who wants to fade in the mass. People who stand out, who does thing as they want, free and are not afraid of judgment are such a thing for him. Friendly people, someone he can be friend with before dating (told you). Someone who will never judge him, always accept him as he is. A good listener. But he needs someone he can admire. Someone creative, someone courageous, someone who can say "fuck off" when needed. Someone confident, charismatic. Someone who literally attracts all attention on them. He might be into getting the one everybody want. He may feel like he won, he loves this feeling. Someone he can run after, or someone who will run after him. Kinda both? Someone who literally shine. Uranus conjunct the DSC so someone different is very important. Someone who are themselves and don't necessarily follow trends. They have their own unique style, own way to talk and expressions. Just themselves. Physically, he may love people with beautiful hair, thick hair, shiny hair. Just someone with beautiful hair. He would totally fall for someone who looks good it makes him shake in his knees. Someone who is not shy, introvert. He literally wants someone who can make him melt. And also someone who are so fun, he can be a child again, the cherry on top. He may love people who love to have fun.

-> Main signs that may attracts JK (placed in the big 6* of a chart) based on DscPC:

*Big six= Sun, Moon, Rising, Mercury, Venus, Mars

Aquarius

Leo

Virgo

Aries/ Taurus/ Gemini/ Cancer/ Pisces (all placed there because they were all equals)

Libra/ Sagittarius

-> Main signs that may attracts JK based on his BPC:

Gemini

Aries/ Pisces

Virgo/ Libra

Taurus/ Leo/ Sagittarius/ Capricorn

Cancer is not present much but it's the sun and also on his Natal DSC, so I'll also add it

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