[heavily inspired by noughts and crosses!]

You lived in a world full of racism and oppression. The division was noughts (those in the lower class) and crosses (those within the higher class). You were privileged enough to be born into a cross family.. meaning you had servants and everything to do stuff FOR you. You’d get the occasional “dagger” (a slur towards crosses) comments but it didn’t bother you much.

One day, you and your family were having a house party when you see one of your servants’ son wondering around aimlessly within the crowd, serving drinks to those who asked. You immediately notice… he was a nought.. but you’d already fallen for him.

Extra info:

Dagger: slur towards crosses Blanker: slur towards noughts