Roan x Reader [ the 100 ]
+ Roan is drunk one night and accidentally tells you he loves you. Partly inspired by Stormy Weather by The Kooks.
+ warnings: slight sexual insinuation
+ A/N: it’s been so long! I hope you guys like this :) another prompt ft’ing Roan will be posted soon so stay tuned!
You sat by the window to the balcony of your room in Polis. Storm clouds thundered overhead, lightning clapping and flashing, lighting up your face. The smell of wet earth wafted up even to your room high above the primitive metropolis.
You loved a good storm. Lifting yourself up from the bench by the window you walked over towards your bed, surrounded by lit candles. The flames flickered as you walked by, casting a warm glow throughout your grounder room.
You were about to lay in your soft, warm bed when a loud knock came at your door. Someone was fervently rapping against the metal door to your room.
You hoped no one was hurt, usually you were only bothered when Clarke or Bellamy or someone was hurt. You hoped they were safe back at Arkadia.
You wrapped yourself in a long coat and padded, barefoot over to the door. A squeal let out from the rusty doorknob and you pulled the door open.
Surprisingly, no one was standing there anxiously waiting to inform you of someone’s death. Instead it was King Roan, a very drunk Roan. The very King you may, or may not have been avoiding.
“Good evening, my King.” You stated sarcastically. As an ambassador for Skaikru you were expected to be polite and proper, but Roan knew better than to expect that from you. You were smart and a clever strategist but you were by no means going to follow the rules or expectations set for you.
Just another thing that Roan loves about you. You didn’t care for formalities or sugar coating things - no bullshit. Except for how you seem to be dodging him every chance you get.
“Hello Y/N.” He slurred. He brushed by you and let himself into your room. He sat down very ungraciously onto your bed with a loud grunt. He lifted his metal cup to his mouth and took a long, deep sip, closing his eyes so as to savor the drink as much as he can.
‘If he looks like that just enjoying a drink imagine his face when he c-‘ you shook your head, trying to shake away the naughty thought.
“And who do you think you are, barging into my room like this?” You asked, crossing your arms. You really wouldn’t have minded him barging into your room if not for the fact you had been avoiding him for weeks for a reason.
“Last time I checked, Love, I am your King.” He smirked and took another sip. “And you have been avoiding me. You do realize you have duties to your King?” His eyes peered over his cup at you as he finished it in one final swig. A droplet of the crimson liquor slipped down his cheek.
‘Duties to my king indee-‘ No! No more thoughts of your King like this.’ You mentally scolded yourself. This is why you had been avoiding his majesty.
Chuckling, you retort. “I have not been avoiding you.” You step towards Roan and grab the cup from his grasp, turning to set it on the table. You let out a yelp as two burly arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you backwards.
“Roan!” You said scornfully, turning your head to try and hide the rapidly developing blush from his sight. You felt his chest heave as he let out a hearty laugh behind you.
“Look me in the eyes, Y/N, and tell me you haven’t been avoiding me.” He said almost huskily, his hot breath fanning your cheek. You sucked in a breath and took your lip between your teeth.
“You’re drunk, Roan.” You tried to stand but his grip only tightened. His fingers dug into your hips. That’ll definitely bruise.
‘Just imagine the bruises he could give you for-‘ your blush deepened at the thought of intimacy with Roan. Sure you had a thing for him but that would be wildly inappropriate and would probably risk the new neutrality secured for Skaikru. ‘You were sent here to ensure your people’s safety, not risk it because the King so happens to be obnoxiously attractive.’
“That doesn’t mean I don’t notice you avoiding me. Leaving any room I enter, making excuses to miss training sessions that you know I’ll be at, playing sick for political appointments.” His grip loosened and his face came close to yours. You felt his chest flush against your back. This time you made no action to get up, even as your heart thumped in your chest you thought all of Polis should be able to hear it.
“T-that isn’t true.” You gulped. His hand reached up and grasped your chin and turned you to look at him. His beautiful glacier blue eyes caught yours and didn’t let go.
“I know why you’ve been avoiding me, Y/N.” You bit your lip anxiously. So you have feelings for him, from all the close encounters training and the looks he gives you at meetings and dinners. You knew it wouldn’t be right to expect anything to develop so you put space between him and you, but the way he’s looking at you right now has you melting - in more than one sense of the word.
“What do you want?” It came out for a husky whisper than the strong, determined persona you were going for. You let out a shaky breath as his face inches closer, breaths mingling. His gaze never wavered as the space between you became smaller and smaller.
He didn’t reply with words but with his mouth. His lips came crashing onto yours, sloppy from the drink but not unenjoyable. After a few seconds of hesitation your arms slithered up around his neck and his found your waist. Neither of you separated until you both needed air.
Gasping for air, Roan rested his forehead against yours. His cheeks were tinted pink from lack of oxygen, alcohol, exhilaration, or all three.
His crystalline eyes caught your’s once again, enraptured you couldn’t move. You waited for him to make the next move - either to run off or continue, you weren’t sure.
“Y/N,” he whispered, his hand came up and tucked a strand of Y/H/C hair behind your ear. “I love you.”
You couldn’t hold back the massive grin itching to spread across your face.
“I love you, too, your highness.”