Due to my constant yearning love for otomes, I decided to try my hand at making something I’ve always wanted to make, but make it otome themed! So voila, I made a Jonah shimeji! >:)))
You can find a quick intro to shimejis & a tutorial video as to how to open shimejis under the cut! If you read through the whole thing and would like to download him, feel free to send me a message and I will send you a link to download it!
I finally finished the packaging design of the lookbook and I feel so proud it came out perfectly
Preorders update: Since I already got most of the items, I’m planning to ship them out soon, probably around next week!! ✨
For those who ordered resin charms, it might be delayed a week since they’re gonna be handmade I will need a few more days to craft them. I’m sorry for the delay and thank you for understanding
Let me know if you have any questions or concerns, my DMs are open!
I’m also going to open a last batch order for some merch since I’m planning to discontinue them to make room for new ones! ☺️
Thank you so much for everyone’s support!
*Estimate date for preorders to be shipped out will be around mid-August!
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Pre-orders for my Jonah Lookbook, ikerev and ikevamp merch are ending in a week! ✨
Please note that since most of the stuff in my shop are preordered, items are estimated to be shipped out around mid-August! ☺️
Please feel free to contact me for any questions or concerns~
Preorders are ending tomorrow! ✨
Estimated ship date for items will be mid August to early September!
I’m adding an extra time wait cause some items may arrive to my place earlier or later~ Pls DM me if you have any questions or concerns ☺️
Summary:Lancelot has always wanted to try a pet name since hearing the Queen of Spades use one for his lady.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:501 words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
ForDay 7 –Free Day, we’re going to call it Pet Names, at the suggestion of one of my JonaLot shipping friends! I hope you have enjoyed these fics throughout the week – thank you for your interest and support all week, I appreciate it so much!
“Beloved.”
Jonah froze from where he was seated at the vanity, brushing the bedhead out of his hair. A word that he had never expected to fall from Lancelot’s lips had just crossed into the typical silence of their morning routine, uttered as Lancelot turned from buttoning up his crimson shirt.
The silence that followed practically begged for a response. Turning, Jonah raised a curious eyebrow toward Lancelot. “Yes, Lancelot?”
The response appeared to satisfy him, a small smile rising to his lips. “That name suits you best.”
“Compared to what? And this is rather out of the blue. Where did the urge to call me something like that come from?”
The follow-up seemed to be the wrong response, as Lancelot shut his lips again and did not speak for several moments as he tucked in his shirt and shrugged his jacket on. But as he buttoned it up and attached the golden pin and chain to his lapel, he answered:
“Because Sirius has one for his significant other.”
“So why do I need one?”
Lancelot mulled on that for a moment more. Jonah found himself impressed at the apparent dedication and thought Lancelot had been putting toward this topic – briefly wondering how long it had been eating at him for.
“Because we work so closely together when we are working as the King and Queen of Hearts,” Lancelot finally said, his tone firm and assured. “But after work, I want to convey my love to you in a manner separate from work. So because I have always called you by your name, I feel as if I should use something else when we are not busy managing the army. The mere use of your name is not enough for me, I believe. Not anymore.”
Jonah only stared, the brush in his hand long forgotten as Lancelot stepped down, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Jonah’s head.
“I do not expect you to call me anything in return, but I would like to ask that you allow me this one small pleasure, beloved.”
The name came again, dropped at the end of a sentence with an affectionate touch. Upon hearing it in such a way, Jonah knew then he was powerless against it.
“I would never want to deny you anything, my King,” Jonah responded, standing from the stool and pressing a kiss to Lancelot’s cheek. “Besides, I could get used to it, in time! You never know.”
Lancelot smiled, moving to kiss Jonah proper as his hand took the brush from Jonah’s fingers. “And I appreciate you very much for saying so. Now, sit back down. I want to try to do your hair again.”
“Huh? Again? But you did it yesterday! I can’t ask you to do it again, Lancelot!”
“I want to.”
Such a simple response was given with no room to refuse or deny, so Jonah huffed and sat back down again. “Just don’t tug too hard.”
Summary:In a more modern Cradle, Lance and Jonah find one another again and fall in love.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:995words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
ForDay 6 –Modern,I’m back to throwing my own twists in the shuffle! This is a Modern Cradle!Assuming that IkeRev takes place in the 1880’s, this is pushing it to a future late 1900’s-society where they have continued developing their country and all has been at peace for some time. Enjoy!
A dozen tall buildings lined the horizon that was visible from sea. Historic smaller buildings were nestled between some of the high-risers, some boasting their long-standing establishment on a sign in the window, the brick around it well-worn.
Around the edges of Cradle and winding into some parts of the territories, train tracks connected the two territories. They then expanded beyond their borders, connecting the Black Territory’s ports to the rest of the continent, promoting Cradle from a small country of magic to a port destination and popular trade hub. The country had flourished in the past century and a half, thanks to the efforts of the two armies that still commanded their respective nations.
The reason for such a connection and transportation boom was two-fold: the discovery of crystal refinement and operations at the Magic Tower, and the combined efforts of major families across Cradle. The Godspeed family was still at the forefront of construction, while the Windsors had established themselves in transportation by land.
Lance Windsor, the eldest son of a transportation company that spanned across Cradle, was set to inherit the business when his mother retired. A fine train system ran around each territory and deeper into the mountains, where tunnels had been crafted into the rock to ensure nobody had to either climb the mountains to traverse the formerly dangerous forests to the south to travel to other countries.
Because he had finished his schooling, it was time for him to take over a small portion of the business, which meant hiring an assistant. His father, a Black Territory citizen, had instructed him on how to find the good and hardworking in those he interviewed. They had narrowed it down to five impressive candidates, but Lance still was not sure if he could choose just one.
But the last candidate impressed him the most of them all. Jonah Labelle, a citizen from a Central family. He had come with glowing recommendations from all previous employers and his schooling. Lance recalled him from a couple years behind in the business program at the Cradle Institute’s University Division.
He really made waves, and it shows. Lance’s thoughts on Jonah never once wavered throughout the entire interview. The man answered with pose, refinement, and a becoming confidence that suited his attire and looks. All candidates had come prepared, but treated Lance as a stepping stone in their quest to achieve a higher position in the company later.
Jonah promised a more lasting relationship. So, Lance asked him directly.
“Do you believe you are prepared to inherit the role of right hand in this company? Understand that it will not come for some time, and that you may be stuck working with me for some time in a bit of an understated manner.”
“There is nothing I would wish for more,” Jonah answered, his first swift answer – a stark contrast to all others that he had given some thought to. “Ever since hearing about you at the university and seeing you at work in an internship, I have known that I would like to work at your side and help this company grow for the next generation. I want to work for you andthe company, not just the company itself.”
The answer surprised Lance, but he did not let it show. Instead, he took the answer in stride with a polite smile.
“Then you are the most qualified to take on the position. Welcome aboard, Jonah Labelle.”
Jonah’s face lit up then, triumphant and proud – before he caught himself and gave a little cough as he stood from the table and bowed. “Thank you, Mr. Windsor! I look forward to working with you!”
“As do I – but, something to note now. Just Lance is fine for me.”
“… Mr. Lance, then. Thank you again.”
“Of course. I am sure that we will work well together.”
…
(But of course, neither knew the true meaning of their words and meeting. And that, despite the odds, the two had found each other, in a happier time.)
…
Jonah left the party that was in full swing in favor of stepping into a quiet carpeted hallway, where he had caught a flash of blond hair when Lance had escaped a few minutes prior. His love of two years now stood at the end of the hall, staring out a window over the vast expanse of Cradle.
Several parties together later and you still insist on escaping, Jonah thought with a smile as he came up behind Lance, winding an arm through his. “Hello, Lance.”
He jumped at the act, before relaxing as he saw Jonah’s face. “Hello. Apologies, have I been out too long?”
“No, not at all. I thought I would just come out with you this time. Spend some time together.”
“Well, you just missed a shooting star earlier.”
“Really? Then I hope you made a good wish for the both of us!”
Lance wrapped his arm about Jonah’s waist, tugging him closer. “I wished that we would meet again in the future and fall in love all over again. That we are soulmates who can never be parted.”
Jonah eyes glittered brightly at that, a smile rising to his features. “That sounds like a wonderful concept. I hope it comes true, because I don’t think you would take care of yourself if I wasn’t there!”
“Then I hope you are there to care for me, as you perhaps always have been.”
Jonah made a face at that. “… Well, I’d like you take care of me at least once if we come back. I shouldn’t always have to do the work!”
“You say that like I do not care for you now,” Lance said with a laugh, moving a little closer, lips nearly touching. “Should I do more?”
(Jonah’s only answer was to join their lips together in a blissful embrace, ignoring the party in favor of spending these precious moments with his love.)
Summary:Lancelot, in an attempt to resemble his father and connect with him, grows out a beard. Jonah loathes the new addition to Lancelot’s face and wants it off.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:621words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
This is for @jonalotweek 2021 for Day 5 –Change.This ficlet is based on a few personal headcanons from a previous post of mine about JonaLot: I personally believe that Lancelot’s father had a beard, that Lancelot can grow one (but not Jonah), and that… oh, I don’t know, ten-fifteen years down the line, Lancelot tries growing one himself?
“I want you to shave it off.”
Lancelot glowered at Jonah again from where he sat at the head of the dining table. His husband and Queen sat to his right, as usual. The Jack of Hearts sat to his left, hiding a snicker.
“You repeating yourself is not going to change my mind, Jonah,” Lancelot said. “Besides, I never said I had any indication of keeping it forever.”
“But you said you were just testing it, to see how it looked! Isn’t the testing over?”
“It’s over when he says it’s over, Jonah,” Kyle piped up from the end of the table. “Now can we talk about something other than Lancelot’s appearance over dinner? I don’t want it two nights in a row.”
“Maybe we should talk about yours, Kyle,” Edgar suggested, smiling even wider. “I’d swear you’re looking twice your age.”
“And I’d swear you’re a vampire because the only thing that’s changed about your face is more wrinkles around your eyes.”
Zero glanced back and forth as the bickering continued, Jonah getting dragged in a moment later when Kyle called out that Jonah hadn’t show any signs of aging as well. When he launched into a description of his full routine, Zero’s eyes flickered over to meet Lancelot’s, who only smiled before going back to his dinner.
“Spare us the details!” Kyle cried out partway through, covering his ears. “Edgar, doesn’t this tick you off?”
“Oh? You can’t ignore what Jonah’s saying any time? I thought we all had that ability to let it go in one ear and out the other…”
“Edgar!” Scandalized, Jonah stood from the table, pointing accusingly at him. “How dare you! I can’t believe you would say something so rude toward your superior officer—!”
“Uh, Jonah?” Zero raised his hand slightly to get his Queen’s attention. “I don’t think he’s listening to you if he just said that…”
Before Jonah could launch on another tirade, Lancelot glanced at him and said, “Sit down and finish eating, Jonah. You don’t need to give into their desire to create a little commotion around here.”
Frowning, Jonah sat back down, picking up his utensils once more. “As you wish, Lancelot.”
The rest of dinner passed in relative peace – but not quiet – and Lancelot and Jonah retired to their shared chambers afterward. Jonah watched as Lancelot sat at the vanity and undid the short ponytail at the back of his head, letting his hair fall about his shoulders.
“Your father had shorter hair when he was King and had a beard,” Jonah commented as he came up behind Lancelot, wrapping his arms about him and meeting his gaze in the mirror. “Are you really matching him when you look like this? You look like your former namesake.”
Lancelot laughed softly, tilting his head back to look at Jonah. “You just don’t like this change. That’s no reason to call me a beast.”
“I never said I disliked it! I just think you… look better without the beard.”
“And I like when you push your bangs back, but you don’t see me clamoring for that.” As he spoke, Lancelot did just that – fingers gently brushing Jonah’s hair back from his forehead before pulling him down into a kiss. The awkward angle meant that the first kiss did not last very long, Jonah’s nose scrunching when his cheek brushed against the beard, but as Lancelot turned on the stool and kissed him proper, Jonah found himself sinking into the kiss nonetheless.
“I would brush them back if it pleased you,” Jonah muttered as they finally parted.
“But I would not ask that of you. You do what makes you happiest, Jonah. That is what I never want to change.”
Summary:All is well. And for the first time in his life, Lancelot wishes for a longer, brighter future.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:627 words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
Day 4–Soulmates, where I wrote something short and hopefully sweet. And romantic. (I’ve denied these two their romance for almost half the week. I can’t do that to them anymore…!)
A laugh could be heard through the somewhat crowded Cradle streets. The night air was pleasant, a warm breeze coming from the south. Couples were linked arm in arm, and Jonah was no exception as he tugged Lancelot a little closer as he stifled his following laughs.
“My apologies, you just haven’t told a joke in some time,” he confessed, looking up at his husband. “That wasn’t too much, was it?”
“Not at all,” Lancelot answered with a gentle smile. “But it has also been a while since I’ve heard you laugh. Everything has been too busy as of late. I knew that after all our work was done, I was going to take you out on a date.”
“You did more than just take me out to dinner,” Jonah said. “You insisted we get dinner, then walk around the streets to visit my favorite shops, then got dessert at a café that is reservations only! It was only things Iliked.” Pouting, he looked up at Lancelot, the unspoken words clear in his gaze: was there anything you wanted to do?
“And what I enjoy most is spending time with you. Especially since you have been waking up before I can see you. I fully expect you to stay in bed tomorrow morning.”
Jonah smiled, leaning against Lancelot’s shoulder. “I promise. I’ve missed seeing you, too. But I also know you have been skipping breakfast, so in return, I better see you in the dining hall in the morning.”
“I promise in return.”
The two walked in content silence for a little while after that, heading towards the carriage they had left on the outskirts of Central. Lancelot’s thoughts wandered as they did so, thinking back on the past five years and on their future.
The stars above their head made him think of how much time they had together, but how little they had in the grand scheme of the world around them. Their work now – dedicated to ensuring Cradle’s long future by strengthening ties with the Black Army, clearing out the Magic Tower, and connecting with other nations across the sea – would lay the groundwork for future generations.
In that moment, the future seemed so impossibly far away and close all at once. Instinctively tightening his grip on Jonah’s arm, Lancelot let out a heavy sigh.
What is the future Cradle will face? And how will we be remembered in its history? I only wish that we will be remembered in a more positive time for starting these peace talks and for moving Cradle into a new era? What will this land look like then? How will Jonah and I—
A squeeze on his wrist caused Lancelot to come out of his thoughts and look to Jonah, who was giving him a concerned gaze. “What’s on your mind, Lancelot?”
“… Nothing that should worry you,” he murmured, pausing in his stride. “I am merely thinking of the future we are working towards, and beyond that. And if our love will be remembered.”
“If you make it so, then it should stay,” Jonah scoffed. “In all our history books and on your texts.”
Lancelot smiled gently, leaning down to press a kiss to Jonah’s cheek. “Then I hope it will. And that whether it does or doesn’t, that we will meet again in the future and fall in love all over again. That we are soulmates who can never be parted.”
Jonah lifted himself up, returning the kiss to Lancelot’s lips. “That sounds like a wonderful concept. I hope it comes true, because I don’t think you would take care of yourself if I wasn’t there!”
It was Lancelot’s turn to laugh gently then. “Then I hope you are there to care for me.”
Summary:A solitary King makes his choice – but his passionate Queen refuses to leave him to his job alone. After Amon destroys all that Lancelot and his father had worked towards, Jonah is there to assist him in his journey.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:720 words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
This is for Jonalot Week 2021! A more somber theme for Day 3–Dreams.
It was a week after his father had fallen into a coma no medicine or magic could ever hope to cure. Five days after the new head of the Magic Tower appeared in his office, having usurped the previous leader in a cruel, swift manner.
In the span of two sunsets, the hopes for Cradle shouldered by Lancelot’s father had been crushed.
…
Amon’s threats were potent and provocative. They forced Lancelot’s hand into accepting the burdens that came with the long-standing secret relationship of the Red Army and the Magic Tower. What had been a relatively equal relationship a century ago was now a forced power play, the apparent weaker forced to submit the to the stronger.
Lancelot knew he could not stand for it, but with the newfound title of King on his shoulders, he knew there was naught he could do until he regained his footing. He could not even confide in Harr nor Sirius – Amon had threatened their lives as well, should Lancelot ask for their assistance or advice. The Red King did not doubt for a moment that the Magic Tower had eyes and ears in all places, and that talking with either of them, even in confidence, could run the risk of alerting Amon to his plans.
I have to keep them safe, even if that means refusing to speak with them outright. That is the most assured way to keep them out of harm’s way, Lancelot promised himself one evening, striding back toward his office. He had just attended a dinner meeting with the Jack of Hearts, Claudius Bright. His nephew, Edgar, was set to take the position soon enough, and a meeting over food was necessary given the hour. With official business out of the way, more could follow.
But when Lancelot got back to his office, he found the door slightly ajar. Tensing up, he readied a bout of magic in his fingertips, ready to strike should the occasion call for it. Pushing the door open gently, crimson eyes examined the solitary office.
There were no lurking hooded figures or intruders in sight. Instead, Jonah, the new Queen of Hearts and Lancelot’s right hand, had his arms crossed atop the desk. His head was cradled in his arms, and it appeared as if he had fallen asleep.
Oh. Lancelot dropped his defenses, gently shutting the door behind him. A lone crystal on the desk illuminated the space, the remainder of the room dark. It’s no wonder you fell asleep, he thought with a smile as he approached. The glow from the crystal was a warm orange, a testament to the progress made in magic – the previous ones had all burned blue – and it perfectly enunciated Jonah’s features.
As he stood beside the desk, Lancelot could not resist staring for a moment or two. A few papers were settled to one side, a summary of notes next to them. Other papers that did not require Lancelot’s signature were already finished. The pen had rolled onto the floor some time ago.
Jonah’s hair danced slightly with each gentle breath. His features, normally either a scowl or a glare, were softened by sleep. Lancelot had long ago accepted that Jonah was handsome – but in this moment, he appeared more beautiful than anything else.
You mentioned Harr and Sirius in your threats, Amon, Lancelot mused, resisting the urge to reach out and rest a hand on Jonah’s arm or stroke his hair, but you neglected to mention my oldest ally. But perhaps that is a good thing. Because Jonah is the one who believes in our dreams. So…
Lancelot finally reached out then, gingerly touching Jonah’s shoulder.
… Even if I die and leave him alone, then I am reassured that he will continue the legacy I leave behind. Even if that means…
“… King Lancelot? Oh!” Jonah snapped to attention, standing from the desk and bowing with shame. “Forgive me! Did you see if I was drool— I mean, I didn’t appear unkempt, did I?”
“You are fine, Jonah. All is well.” The smile Lancelot gave at the sight of Jonah’s embarrassed blush had his Queen smiling for only a moment before he bowed again and apologized his behavior.
… Even if that means I have to push these feelings and you away to keep you safe, too.
Summary:When the young Prince of Hearts loses his voice in defending his people, his love in this fairytale devotes their existence to rescuing him from his fate.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:1688 words.
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
This is for Jonalot Week 2021! Day 2 – Fairytales – puts a spin on the Cradle Fairytale about the Prince and the white roses! One day, I would like to make this into a full-fledged story, but for now… enjoy!
(And shh, yes, it’s a day late. I’m a busy soul.)
“There once was a prince who fought to protect his Kingdom. But, fearing his strength and goodwill, an evil sorcerer from a rival kingdom cast a spell on the prince.”
That was what Jonah had taken from the meeting. The Red Prince used his magic for the good of the people, vowing to bring back the people’s faith in wizards and magicians who had previously tried to overturn the governing forces of their kingdom. People had been against his rule from the start when he, too, was born with magic, but he had done all he could to prove himself the stronger, more humble man.
Jonah knew that Prince Lancelot was the greatest of all the wizards in the land. And that is what cost him his hearing. He repeated his story to a council whose responses he could not hear, whose outrage was only visible on their faces and in the way they gestured and rioted.
And as his right hand, Jonah merely sat at his prince’s side.
…
“The spell cursed the prince to ‘eternal isolation.’ The prince lost the ability to hear people speak. And soon, he lost the ability to speak himself.”
The week had passed uneventful. Lancelot had deigned himself to speak less and less as of late, his voice having grown hoarse sometime the previous evening. Afraid he was coming down with a cold on top of the current curse, advisors instructed him to go to sleep early.
Jonah was the first at his door the next morning, wanting to know if his prince had slept through the night and was as sick as he appeared to be last night. He knocked on the door to Lancelot’s chambers. “Prince Lancelot, are you there?”
No response followed, leading Jonah to assume that Lancelot was either still asleep or had left for an early bout of training. The latter, not being all that uncommon, caused Jonah to turn on his heel.
Then, there was a furious smashing sound from inside the room. Turning back, Jonah shoved the door open. “Prince Lancelot!”
A vase lay in pieces on the rug, Lancelot breathing heavily. As he looked to Jonah in horror, his mouth moved wordlessly. The syllables his lips formed did not come forth, but he could just make out the apology Lancelot was trying to provide.
“Your… your voice.” Realization pitched Jonah’s tone as he rushed forward, gripping Lancelot by his shoulders. “He took your voice too?”
Lancelot only stared down at Jonah silently, his features crumbling. Others rushed into the room a moment later at the commotion, but the Red Prince did not cry or mourn. He only stared at the floor and held Jonah in a tight grip, not moving for several minutes.
…
“The prince closed his heart to the world, making him truly alone. The greatest doctors and scholars in the land tried to break the curse, but they all failed.”
The king summoned all in the land to examine his son in an attempt to find a cure. From doctors to scholars to wizards, some of the most intelligent and skillful people in all the land had done their part to find a cure for the young prince.
None had succeeded. So still Jonah worked alongside his prince in silence, never speaking. The act was futile for the most part, as Lancelot still had difficulty reading lips and far preferred to keep to himself. In the early days, they filled three diaries with their exchanges, Jonah often speaking for Lancelot at important meetings or for requests.
But these exchanges took a rapid decline as Lancelot continued to shut himself off from the world, closing further and further in on himself. In time, he even closed his heart to Jonah, refusing to speak in their newfound manner.
All his attention turned inward, and it was clear to Jonah that Lancelot was planning something based on his burst of practice and research.
He just didn’t know how to stop it.
…
“’There’s no point in living like this,’ thought the prince. ‘But if I’m to die, I will do it protecting my people.’”
“And so, the prince went after the enemy that was trying to destroy his kingdom – alone. He ran faster than an arrow shot from a bow.”
A cabinet clattered to the floor behind him. Lancelot knew he could only use small bursts of magic to deter the soldiers that pursued him, having to conserve it. If he wasted too much of his energy now trying to escape, he would be out of magic by the time he reached the sorcerer on the outskirts of their nation.
So instead, he kept up his pace, this time destroying a crystal lamp overhead as pursuers rounded the corner before him. As the corridor was plunged into darkness, he darted down another hallway, thankful this one would still lead him toward the stables. Unable to teleport, it was his fastest way out.
He glanced back over his shoulder, assured that nobody was following him before still picking up the pace. A sword bounced against his hip while a large bag of crystals was slung over a shoulder. The less I must depend on my own magic, the better. If I can weaken that damned sorcerer, then attack at the final moment with all my magic…
He hastened his pace still further, breaking into the cold night air. Magically slamming and locking the door shut behind him, Lancelot ran across the empty field toward the stables.
… Then he will die, and I can escape this isolation.
…
“He was resolved to die. But a young man reached out and grabbed him by the arm.”
But before Lancelot could reach the stables, his arm was seized. He retaliated without hesitating, a blast of magic singing the grass and causing the person to scramble away.
However, when Lancelot turned his head, he was struck by the sight of Jonah standing before him. His chest heaved as he apparently caught his breath, having most likely still run after him.
But before Lancelot could reach for the sword at his hip, Jonah lunged forward, shoving him to the ground in one swift shove. Seizing Lancelot by the collar, he shook him furiously, his lips moving without being heard.
…
“He tried frantically to tell the prince something, but he could not hear his voice.”
“Don’t you know how important your life is?” Jonah cried out, shaking Lancelot by the collar. “Your life matters to this entire nation! The entire army was in an uproar because we refuse to let you do this alone! Just because you were cursed with eternal isolation doesn’t mean you have to leave the rest of us alone! I didn’t think you would dare leave me alone in a world without you!”
Yet Lancelot only looked back up at him with a placid gaze, unable to hear a word.
“Fine then!” Jonah finally dropped Lancelot to the ground, scanning the garden. “Then this should make you understand!”
He ran over to a nearby rosebush, wincing as he closed his hand around a thorny stem. Yet he endured the pain to pluck it from the bush and held it out toward Lancelot.
He did not try to speak. All he wanted to convey was in his expression, earnest and firm as he took two confident steps toward his Prince. Lancelot stared at Jonah’s features, frowning for only a moment until he understood.
…
“Furrowing his brow in desperation, he picked a single white rose from a nearby bush. He held it out earnestly to the prince. The moment the prince saw the rose…”
… There was a brilliant flash of light. And in a moment, all the sound of the world returned. Lancelot dropped all in his arms at the sensation.
The wind was the first thing he heard. He had felt it for so long through open windows and when traveling, but it rustled the trees and grass. There were the sounds of alarm bells ringing in the distance, of shouting men.
Of Jonah before him, holding out the white rose.
“Don’t you know the meaning of a white rose?” He recalled Jonah asking once, a long time ago as he decorated Lancelot’s desk with them. “They mean… Well, you should look it up yourself! It would be a good side project for you.”
He had, but only during his moments spent locked up in his room. It showed in every way now. In the rosy blush on Jonah’s cheeks. The devotion and care and concern shining in those golden eyes. The way his hands trembled as Lancelot opened his mouth to speak, to say, to promise,in a hoarse voice gone unused for so long –
“Jonah, you are the only one for me.”
…
“The prince was himself once more. He raised his voice and joined with his people to fight. He led them to victory and brought peace and happiness to the kingdom.”
…
It was then that Jonah awoke. His eyes flickered open as he caught sight of a maid tugging his curtains open, the morning light enough to rouse him from his dream. Lifting himself up onto one elbow, he rubbed at his eyes and stifled an unkempt yawn.
“Good morning, Mr. Jonah,” she said with a slight curtsy before exiting the room. He said nothing in return, only looking around his room until his eyes fell on the old picture book tucked between the other more impressive volumes on his shelf. He recalled the story from his dreams – aptly titled The White Rose – and how often he had read that particular story to Luka.
Did I dream of that tale because Luka’s just run off to the Black Army? Or because I…
Shoving the other thought away, Jonah worked to ignore the recent acknowledgement of his budding feelings toward Lancelot, which had occupied him in idle moments as of late.
I can’t think of those right now. He thought to himself as someone entered to help him dress. After all, I only acknowledge these feelings because it makes them easier to ignore and refute.
HAPPY JonaLot Week 2021! Today’s prompt is Childhood, and I opted to write from the perspective of them as children. I am going to be pushing the envelope with some of these prompts, some more shippy/romantic than others. Despite this, I hope you enjoy each story.
Summary:Jonah knows from a young age that his first and foremost duty is to protect the future King of Hearts that he serves. But the sentiment is returned.
Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley
Count:703 words
Rating:General
Warnings:None.
You are the last line of defense between a threat and your King.
Jonah had been proud of his accomplishments about befriending Prince Lancelot at the party a little over a month ago. He spared his parents the more pitiful details and intentionally picked out a longer sleeved shirt to hide the bruises on his arms.
So, you should not cling to the Kingsley heir so much. It’s unsightly.
But while his parents had first been full of praise at the sudden friendship, thankful whenever Lancelot offered to spend time with Jonah when he came to headquarters, they now treated it with a distasteful scorn.
You shouldn’t have to depend on him for protection and curry favor by groveling at his side.
Jonah never saw it that way, but he figured that if his father said it, it must be true.
…
Their conversation had taken place in the carriage as they rode to Red Headquarters for work. Jonah had been brought specifically at Prince Lancelot’s request, which thrilled him to the core. He kept that feeling locked down, not letting it show as they drew closer to the white and red building. I’ll have to remember to ask Prince Lancelot if he can ask to invite Luka next time, too.
These get-togethers had become a regular affair as Jonah came to observe his father during some of his less intensive duties. Lancelot had already started doing the same two years ago, and was brimming with advice for the future Queen of Hearts.
It was a slight opposition to the demeanor Prince Lancelot had showed at the party. There, he shone with regal confidence, telling off the bullies and protecting Jonah in the same swift, decisive maneuver.
Behind closed doors and over a luncheon or tea break, he spoke at length about all sorts of topics that initially had Jonah’s head swimming. Politics, agriculture, economics, and battle tactics were all fair game. And the future Queen had been doing his best to keep up – and thought he was doing a rather fine job of it.
The conversation he and his father had in the carriage only proved to make him all the more grateful that he was studying so hard.
…
And so, he brought that confidence and pride in with him, recounting his father’s speech to Lancelot. He parroted his father perfectly, even standing from his chair and standing tall for emphasis.
But after he had finished, Lancelot tilted his head to the side, appearing confused.
“What’s the matter, Prince Lancelot?” Jonah asked, smiling to keep the concern out of his tone.
“Why… should you protect me?” Lancelot asked slowly, sounding genuinely curious.
“What? Isn’t it obvious? Because I should be your last line of defense! Father says that we should be ready to give up our lives if it means protecting the King we serve!”
Lancelot set down his teacup then, looking up at Jonah. “That sounds backwards. The King’s duty is to protect his people.”
Jonah’s eyes widened then. “W-What?”
“Let’s look at this way.” Lancelot held up two fingers. “I had two options the night I saw you being bullied. The first is as your father says – that you should protect me. In that case, I would hold back and evaluate your strength for myself to see if you are capable of protecting me.”
“Which sounds fine.”
“But I do not think that is the correct answer,” Lancelot said, choosing his words slowly. “I know I made the right choice protecting you. A King should be sure of his ability to protect his people, and that includes those closest to him, such as his Queen. I would rather see you fight at my side than throw your life away to protect me, Jonah.”
At that, Jonah was at a loss for words.
As his mind kicked and struggled, he was briefly struck with a bout of inadequacy – ignoring his youth, sneering at himself for not being good enough.
But once again, his King protected him.
“You are fine just as you are, Jonah. And I’m looking forward to helping Cradle move forward together.”
Resisting the urge to cry with a loud sniffle, Jonah nodded once. “Of course, my Prince!”
• You can’t even feel fear when you meet him. The thing that caught your attention the most is his fluttering majestic cape that almost brought you into tears.
• You asked him if you could touch it in the middle of the conflict and that brought him into confusion but hesitantly agreed.
• When you touch his cape, you almost burst into tears.
“I-I’ve never seen something so beautiful… This fabric at least takes much time in the hand-looming process and it costs so much!”
“…………”
• He literally thought you were weird because you’re so obsessed with anything he wears. But the way you’re so open about it makes him comfortable around you.
• When you both are together, you would always design for him like you always did. Lancelot is regal and his fashion sense screams royalty everywhere he goes.
• You tried your best to create formal suits, but also comfortable on the inside. You even tried to mix it to become casual and it somehow succeeds. Lancelot ended up not just falling in love for you, but also falling for your creations.
• Even more because you’re the one who made it. Everything you made, he always wears and treasures it. He even refuses to throw it away.
• However, both of you rarely spend time with each other because you were both busy with work. He even is more surprised that you’re busier than him and you’re rarely at home because you always return late at night.
• Sometimes he orders you to take a day off and you refused it, but he said that you, as part of the red territory, it’s an order from the King of Hearts. He’s pulling the king card.
• Finally both of you have a date on your day off. You have to admit, you enjoyed the date and thanked Lancelot that forcefully orders you to take a break.
Jonah Clemence
• Oh wow, when you first look at him, you fell in love with his appearance that he will make a great model for your clothes. He’s so beautiful that you can’t even stop yourself from blushing.
• However, he despises your messy room. Filled with a stack of papers everywhere!
“Are you going to build your room with these papers!?”
“Nope, but I’m definitely building my carrier with that papers.”
• Though you didn’t expect that he would have that kind of personality. But to you, personality doesn’t matter, it’s his looks that matter for your work.
• To his dismay, you always tricked him into wearing your creations, saying that you made it for him but sell thousands of copies later.
• Of course he’s mad and flustered. Even more when both of you are together. He even wondered if you really love him for who he was or his looks for your job.
• You reassure him and tell him that he’s the best creation that God ever made for you, signing that you love him both for his personality and appearance. Just like that, he was embarrassed and blushed deeply. Happiness filled him.
• Since he was picky, you would always ask about some clothes design before you’re going to make it and give it to him because his standard is too high.
• However, your designs exceed his expectations. You always make something simple for him that screams luxurious. That’s what he likes about you, able to understand him deeply.
• Sometimes he wouldn’t admit that you’re truly a genius at designing such unique, simple, and comfortable outfits. Even more so because you understand his preference and aesthetics.
• Even though you’re both busy, he always manages time for you and so are you, always manage time for him for a date.
Edgar Bright
• Edgar finds you really interesting.
• Despite being thrown into another world, you’re not bothered and instead, continue to focus on your work.
“My, my~ You’re truly not aware of your surroundings.”
“I think you’re wrong. I’m fully aware of my surroundings and that what thrives me to continue my design. Everywhere is full of inspiration, you know?”
“…. I see.”
• To be honest, Edgar is quite jealous of you. You’re so open and free to the world, you let any ideas that get into your mind turn them into your creations, and you can do that as often as you please.
• He was even more surprised when you often make him gloves. He asked what is the reason behind it but you merely said because you like making gloves for him.
• The way you’re so understanding and firm on your decisions makes him fall in love with you dearly.
• Not just gloves, you’re often designing casual clothes that will look good on Edgar. Since he’s a gentleman, instead of formal clothes, you want him to wear some casual clothes that he might get comfortable and good on him.
• With you giving him gifts that you made with your own hands, filled him with warmth and appreciation, he likes that about you. He also often teased you with your designs to draw some sexy clothes for yourself or something like that.
• You’re embarrassed about that but that’s the reaction that he wanted from you.
• In terms of work, you’re a workaholic and you couldn’t manage your own time. Different from him who can skillfully manage his time.
• That’s why he often manage your own time and makes sure that you and him have a lot of dates. He even purposely manipulate your working time. Filling it with dates and breaks that you didn’t notice at all.
Kyle Ash
• You and him are more alike than each other. You focused on your work and he focused on his own work, nothing more and nothing less. He noticed you’re so passionate about your work and he like you for that.
• Sometimes you would give him some casual clothes that you design yourself with the design of a doctor, very comfortable to wear.
• He was surprised that you actually got that far to design and making the real deal.
• Unbeknownst to him, you’re a workaholic. You love your job more than anything and often refused to go with him to share a drink because of how busy you are.
• However, that didn’t happen until both of you starts dating. He would often drag you to drink with him so you could take a break.
• And he’s worried sick about your health.
“… This is the third time you caught fever this month.”
“Hehehehe…”
“Stop working.”
“No-”
• He would try his best since you get sick easily because you’re just too focused on your own work.
• Sometimes you even hurt your fingers because of the pen while designing some dresses. This is where he starts to get really worried about you and forced you to rest because he didn’t want you to overwork yourself.
• He realizes that your job is just as important as his job to himself. That’s where he realizes that both of you are really alike and he loves that idea.
• From then on, he stopped you from overworking too much and asked you to have a date with him, drinking somewhere nice.
• He likes it when sometimes both of you wearing glasses at the same time.
Zero
• You’re a nice woman. That was his first impression.
• Then it changed into a fabric design-obsessed woman. He’s really surprised that you could name out every fabric that he’s wearing, what it feels like, and how comfortable it is.
• Even from a distance you could tell the smallest details of someone’s fashion and clothing. He’s really impressed you could do that.
• He never thought that you’ll really workaholic and your hobby is to overwork yourself rather than drawing the designs.
• He’s worried because you look really fragile, and overworking yourself is also not a good option for him. But you also explain you don’t like him overworking himself and that he should get some break. That’s why both of you decided to spend your day off together, having fun and relaxing.
• When you’re together, you often make him casual clothes that match him the most. He finds your designs of clothes cool and comfortable.
• He’s always awkward when you measure his body for the clothes you’re going to make for him and you teased him for that.
• Sometimes he has to stop you from bothering strangers often because the fabric or the clothes design they’re wearing makes you highly interest.
“Uwahh, look at that suit he’s wearing! It would look good on you! Excuse me, Sir-”
“Y/n, please. Everything you made is amazing for me… So, stop bothering stranger.”
“… Hmmm– Okaay!”
• Even on your dates, you always carry on notes every day to take note of your ideas that came randomly. Though he knows he’s not too good, he also wants to help you finding fresh inspiration for your designs.
• You really love how he tries to help you with your job and openly accepts all his advice or thoughts about your designs.
• No matter how much he threatens you, you don’t care even a bit. In your perspective, he’s like a depressed man so you don’t comment anything.
• However, your attitude won’t cooperate. You liked the way Lancelot’s cape flutter around him and you said it was fascinating, complement him with a good sense of fashion. But you say that your sense of fashion is way better than him.
• Not only that, he never thought you would be so bold about your food and dresses. You only wanted high-class food and an extremely picky person. If he can’t grant it, then the title King of Hearts is only a cheap title.
• You’re bold and tries everything to get what you wanted. Your cocky attitude also makes him kinda look down on you. However, you don’t fear him even a little. If you feel like it, then you would sometimes insult him.
• However, when you told him you’re an Idol, he got curious and asked you to sing for him. You said that your voice doesn’t come cheap, but since it’s Lancelot asking, you’re doing it for free and he should be grateful for that.
• When your voice reaches your ears, he was stunned. Your voice was confident, commanding, and proud but there’s gentleness and kindness attached to it, just like your personality.
• When you sing, you always give your best and that’s what he likes about you. You’re so beautiful when you sing, as if you have the world under your palm.
• Now he understands why people from your world became your fans, because you’re incredibly talented and no one could resist your charms.
• He even thought it would’ve been better if you have a better personality but he also finds it fascinating and he likes that about you.
• When he’s as cold as ice, you somehow manage to melt it with your straightforward attitude.
Jonah Clemence
• Well, it’s like meeting your other half, or looking at the mirror.
• Both of you loathe each other. You always said you’re the best and the most important person in your world but he said the same and that pissed both of you.
• When he says you would fall for him, you laughed it off like it’s the most ridiculous joke he could offer.
• You’re so arrogant, it overwhelms him. Then he started to buy you many jewelry, dresses, and the best dessert to please you and make you fall for him. But that did you say?
“Well, not as luxurious in my world, but I guess it’s alright.”
“… What did you say!?”
• You said that you already have that much jewelry, much better than Cradle had to offer, the same as your dresses and much expensive. And how you mocked him for being so cheap and that trigger him but his confidence is higher than his feelings.
• You often said to him that you’re talented in your singing and that you’re a top idol, so he wanted to hear your voice.
• You smirked at him and then started to sing without any instrument, pure your voice. Of course, it’s as if his heart sank to his stomach. Your voice was soft and it has so much character into it that he was speechless and forcefully admit that you’re a really good singer.
• However, you also compliment him that he’s also a really good leader. Rarely giving you acknowledgment, he feels respected when you said that, it was overwhelming.
• He found out despite your cocky behavior, you’re actually a hard worker, similar to him. And will always try and do your best in everything.
• From then on, both of you admired each other but just don’t want to admit it.
Edgar Bright
• Edgar was interested in a woman like you considering his personality. The way you command everyone and the way you complained if things were not going as planned, filled him with amusement.
• You’re just like other woman. You like jewelry, dresses, makeup, and making yourself beautiful in many ways. But what makes you different from them is that you stay true to yourself and stay confident in whatever you’re doing.
• He also admires you who is like a lady but strong at the same time. If you love something, then you will confidently say it with pride. One of the things he’s jealous of about you is the fact that you can do anything you please, your freedom.
• Even though you’re so full of yourself, you can go anywhere and say anything you desire. Unlike him.
“Hah? You can’t go outside that much?”
“Yes, it’s my duty as the Jack of Hearts.”
“Pfft- no wonder you’re bored. You really lived a lame life.”
• Your brutal honesty sometimes gets into his head. He never thought you would affect him so much, it was a new experience for him.
• And when he hears you sing so free-spirited, just like when you speak your mind, his eyes glittered the light that was never there before. Your voice, your moves, and the meaning of the songs make him realize how much he admired you.
• You’re like Jonah in many ways, he admitted that. But more than anyone, you have your own life in the palm of your hands, making your decision freely, and confident in whatever your decision.
• He was jealous and admired you at the same time. While you have insecurities about him being better than you in many ways, you just didn’t know he wanted to be like you.
• He likes to tease you just to get your reaction but it always ended up with you being angry or being overly proud of yourself.
• The thing he like about you the most is the way you love yourself.
Kyle Ash
• As a laid-back person, your presence really affected him well. He was stressed with you and didn’t know how to handle you.
• While you’re just saying that kind of cocky and arrogant things to him when he doesn’t want to do anything with you.
• You’re so carefree and blunt. Your honesty to the point trigger off people. He even asked if you were Jonah’s long-lost sister because of your similar attitude.
• You denied that of course, saying you’re a thousand times better than the Queen of Hearts. Because you said you were the Empress, and he’s just a queen. That got him to laugh out loud and warned you about Jonah’s wrath if he heard it.
• However, your cocky personality is still there. You like to tell about yourself being the best of the best while you’re still in your world and he was not in the mood to hear all your bullshit.
• When he hears your voice, he lost all reasons. Your voice was calming, like the flow of water in a river. He was stunned to the point he thought you got possessed by someone but you just rolled your eyes and said that he should raise his standard.
• You also said to him that you’re the best idol of all times, that’s why he better be grateful to meet you face to face.
• One day, you got sick and your throat is hurting so you go to Kyle and demand him to heal you with everything he got. He was angry of course because you’re being cocky to the end, but-
“If I can’t sing, I can’t see many people smile again at the same time.”
“Smile…?”
• He found out despite your harsh personality, you’re really an honest person with pure determination. Helping others smile with your voice and songs.
• That fact makes Kyle truly respect you as a human being and that you finally act humanely. But your arrogant attitude is still there to haunt him.
Zero
• He was kinda awkward with you because you act like an arrogant noble lady so he doesn’t know how to react.
• So he keeps his expectations low on you and he’s glad he did it. Because you’re crazy for dresses and jewelry, also trying to be on top with your newly formed female friends.
• Even though you’re from another world, he felt like you’re just another cocky noble lady that lives in Cradle. But he also has the urge to protect you since he’s assigned to be with you, always.
• He can’t believe such a person exists after Jonah. You’re so full of yourself he couldn’t even believe it. No one is better than you and no female or male, is beautiful than you.
• Zero was kinda uncomfortable with how you act. But suddenly, it changed. When someone mocked him because of his origin, you bluntly mocked the person back with your such hurtful words.
“Are you questioning his origin? You don’t even have the face a mother would love. If you don’t get what I mean, it’s ‘ugly’ and you’re stupid. You should go and do face surgery. Your fashion sense is trash. People like you should jump off a bridge and die. That way, people around you would be relieved. Take my advice.”
“… Y-Y/n…”
“No, no, no. I’m not done yet.”
• After you defended him until the man runs off crying because of your blunt and brutal words, Zero earned your respect. But he was slightly terrified of what your beautiful lips could say in the future.
• Then, you sang in front of the children who ask you to sing. He was stunned by your friendly and cheerful voice. You also mentioned to him that you’re an idol, a singer.
• And he finally acknowledges that. Your voice is really a blessing to the ear and the way your smile brightens when you sing to those children, makes him realize that you’re a really good person.
• He gives you his lollipop and you complained about it being cheap but you received it anyways and eat to your heart’s content. You might be crude and arrogant just like what people said, but Zero noticed that you have many good sides.
• And he thrives to help you become a good person in which you’re confused and cursed him for making fun of you but he just laughed it off.
• Lancelot is a stoic and cold person, but it was different when it came to you. He was caring, passionate, and kind-hearted. He was thrilled to realize that you’re the only one who could see his true nature, and happy with the fact that you accepted him for who he was.
• So, what would he do if death came to you so suddenly? So unexpected?
• That happens at night. You both cuddle with each other on the bed, where Lancelot caresses your hair lovingly and you rest your head against his chest before yawning.
“… I’m sleepy.”
• You told him how sleepy you were and he immediately understood that it was time for bed and pressed his lips against your forehead before going to sleep with you, excited to meet you in his dreams.
• The next morning, Lancelot woke up and you’re still sleeping soundlessly, but there’s something different about you that disturbs him so he decided to wake you up.
“… Y/n, wake up…”
• He tried to wake you softly but the eyes that he loved so much were still closed, didn’t respond to his soothing voice. Uneasiness filled his heart as he immediately checked your breathing and heartbeat.
• His eyes went wide when he did so and it’s as if his heart sank to his stomach. You were no longer breathing and you couldn’t believe how awfully shocked his expression was. Lancelot is not the type to show his emotions clearly and keep his straight face like usual, but if it’s with you, then it’s different.
• Shiver ran down his spine as his whole body trembled. The thought of you dying just like that, in front of him, terrifies him. You were just talking and cuddling last night with that bright smile of yours that set his heart racing every time he sees it, but how? Why now?
• He checked your heartbeat again, anything that could make him filled with hope, anything that could make him confident that you’re still alive… but nothing came up.
• He yelled your name multiple times, shaking you to wake up, panicked expressions all over his face and his heart was pounding madly in his chest. He was afraid, afraid he would lose you just like that.
• To him, you’re his only one because he doesn’t have anybody else that could understand him more than you do. Anybody who could set his heart racing, anyone who could make him feel alive, nobody but you, and you’re one of the reasons that he could keep on living.
• He regretted the fact that he didn’t bring you to Kyle to check your health that often. He regretted the days that he spent with you shortly because of his work as the King of Hearts.
• Days without you were hard because you passed away too fast, so suddenly, and too unexpected for him.
• Your bright smile and greetings are no longer there to make his heart race in happiness, your voice isn’t there to soothe him or to scold him when he needs it, and whispering your love to him. You’re not there anymore, to give him the love that you poured so much on him.
• Every day, every night, he would just lie himself on the bed, murmuring your name like a lucky charm that kept him sane. Saying your name alone could make him feel so alive, but loneliness corrupted him once again, because you’re not there by his side.
Jonah Clemence
• For celebrating that you’re finally together, Jonah wants (demand) you to have the whole day just for him. It was the king of understanding. Jonah was demanding and strict, but you got used to that and he also got used to your way of living as well.
• When you realized he was taking you to your favorite sweet shop in town, you were stunned but grateful that your boyfriend knows you well.
“I notice that you were always staring at this place… Did the mysterious place surprise you?”
“Yes, it did. Thank you, Jonah!”
• It was a happy tender moment as both of you linked hands and walked down the street to approach the shop that you’re interested in. However, something became strange. It was as if your legs were heavy and because of that, you were having trouble walking and, as a result, almost fell off to the ground.
“Y/n!”
• Jonah was an incredible shock and rushed to your side while looking if there were any injuries, quick to catch you because of his reflexes.
• He asks if you were alright repeatedly with a worried expression but you didn’t answer any of them as if you were too tired to open your mouth.
• You felt cold, and it’s as if your own body was heavy as a sudden headache attacked your head. However, you don’t want to ruin the date that both of you have been looking for, especially Jonah.
• So you forced yourself and lifted your head to look at him with a warm smile graced on your lips.
“I want to eat sweets… with you..”
• After you murmured that, your eyes were slowly closed, feeling sleepy and tired all of a sudden, and you slowly lower your head. Jonah was worried, so he placed his hand on your forehead, and it was cold.
“… Y/n?”
• He was stunned to the point he froze on the spot the moment he couldn’t feel your heartbeat.
“Hey.. don’t joke with me like this.. Y/n..”
• He called out your name but it was in vain, you were not responding and how your hand dropped just like that from Jonah’s shoulder made his heart pounding loudly in his chest.
“Please.. hey, s-should we go to the doctor…”
• Tears start to stream down his eyes the moment he accepts the fact that you’re no longer alive just like that, without any warning.
• How your cold body felt against his warm skin. And how you no longer breathe the same air as him. How cold your skin was that made him tremble.
• It was supposed to be such a good, exciting, and happy day for both of you, but it ended up being a sudden tragedy for him that comes unexpectedly.
• When you’re no longer with him, he lost his confidence and he was extremely depressed about the fact that you’re no longer by his side.
• He never expects you to die just like that and it hurt him the hardest. You, who supported him for everything he does, are no longer there. And you who would always cheer him up, no, longer there.
Edgar Bright
• It was a new morning for Edgar and you to spend time with each other because Edgar woke up quite early and was about to get up from the bed until he felt your hand touching his.
• You smiled at him and greet him like always with your meaningful smile that he cherished and loves so much.
“Good morning!”
• Edgar smiled so genuinely by the greeting as it was so rare with anybody but with you. When he wants to talk more about your day yesterday, you were already fell asleep.
• He thought how tired you are and chuckled, as he decided to let you rest a bit until you are energized as pressed a soft kiss against your forehead before he went to his daily work like usual.
• All day, he was surprised to see that you’re still sleeping soundlessly and checked you by opening the door multiple times. If he saw you’re still asleep, then he would close back the door and go on his work again. It goes like that and he unconsciously caught up in his work.
• When night came, he just remembered that you didn’t eat anything for breakfast nor lunch so he immediately wastes no time and went to the shared room.
• He entered the room and find you there, shocked to see you were still sleeping in the bed. On his way to the room, he was also reported by one of the guards that you didn’t leave the bed since morning, and that causes him to worry.
“Y/n…?”
• He went to your side while touching your forehead to see if you’re sick by feeling the warm temperature but what he found was just an icy cold feeling instead that made his heart drop.
• His eyes widened and shivers ran down his spine. His whole feature was shocked and he immediately checks your heartbeat, which, he couldn’t hear any of the beats. His whole body trembled and he shakes you to wake up.
“Y/n…! Y/n..!”
• There was no response and sweat start to run down his forehead, his hands felt cold as he touched your cold skin that he can feel through his thin gloves.
• Edgar who always with a gracious smile on his lips, who rarely shows what his emotions truly are, crumbles because of you. Tears were streaming down his eyes, he never felt so sad, so frustrated, and so helpless because of an unavoidable situation that he dislikes the most.
“H-hey, it’s time to wake up…”
• He pressed his warm forehead against your cold ones, his tears staining your cheek. He grips your hand firmly and wished that you would open your eyes and he wished to see how bright your gaze is.
• He regretted that he didn’t check you sooner and only peeks at you when he got the time, not checking if you’re actually breathing and alive.
• His dark world that was bright because of your presence, had turned black and white once again because of his carelessness.
Kyle Ash
• After you both were done with work and joked with each other, you asked him to go outside to breathe fresh air.
• Kyle agrees with you to stroll around the town and both wear casual clothes and spend their whole day exploring cradle, greeting the citizens, then briefly look at the sunset in front of them.
• With the sun setting and the sky about to go dark, Kyle suddenly remembered your unexpected first meeting in the night in which he subconsciously smiled because was grateful and happy that someone like you entered his life.
• After having the whole day spent, you ask Kyle to rest on a bench nearby before going back to headquarters because you just wanted to be with him longer and feeling the cold air of the night.
• Not long after, Kyle sat down on the bench and was startled that you rested your head while laying yourself on the bench.
“Hey, what are you doing sleeping on the bench? It’s not comfortable and you could catch a cold. Wait, are you even listening to me?”
• Kyle rambled but you didn’t answer those but instead, you only looked upwards at Kyle with a satisfying, happy smile.
"Hehehe… I’m pretty comfortable here though.”
• Kyle just sighed and pat your head as you lean on his warm touch that you’re familiar with, slowly closing your eyes. Feeling the warmth you felt and how comfortable your feelings are around him.
“… Let’s rest here for a bit.”
• After you murmured that, audible enough for Kyle to hear, you close your eyes and fell into a deep sleep that Kyle couldn’t bring himself to wake you up because you looked really comfortable.
• That’s why he let you sleep for a moment until he felt something strange about you after more time had passed.
“… Y/n..?”
• He couldn’t feel your lungs emit carbon dioxide and immediately brought himself closer to your chest. Hearing nothing from inside and how cold your skin pressed against his warm ones, his gaze turned cold stone.
• Panicked rushed and his body trembled. He couldn’t believe it, but you’re indeed are not breathing. He’s a doctor, he knows that more than anyone.
“N-no…! Y/n!”
• He pressed his ear against your chest again but he didn’t hear anything and his lips parted, his eyes widened, horrified.
• Even mouth-to-mouth resuscitation didn’t work and no matter how many times he did it, it just doesn’t work. You won’t come back to life again. He was so desperate to bring you back to life that he started to wear himself out.
• Just minutes ago you were talking and joked with him then you went to take a short break. But now, where are you? Where did you go?
• He loved your eyes that shines brighter than any jewels that he’d ever seen and he loved how you look at him with those eyes lovingly. He was eager to see your sparkling beautiful eyes but it was closed forever.
• It was too sudden, too unexpected. When you die just like that, he also feels like he’s dying with you. He apologized to you as much as he can and try many things that could help you open your eyes, but death wasn’t that nice to bring you back to life.
• He even thought that he failed as a doctor, that couldn’t even notice such symptoms and incidents that could occur, letting you rest forever.
“I’m sorry…! Y/n… I’m sorry…”
Zero
• It was winter.
• For Zero, you were outside for a certain worrying amount of time and asked you to go inside headquarter but you didn’t obey because you still want to spend your winter outside since it’s been a long time you enjoy that kind of nice weather.
• Every falling snow amuses you and you liked how winter is cold but it could be warm at the same time. Maybe it was because you’re in Cradle, or you’re with Zero, the man you love.
• Seeing you rub your hands that were covered in gloves continuously, Zero began to worry and he wants to buy a warm drink for you that you could enjoy while watching the snow because that could keep you warm from the inside.
• He asks what kind of drink you would like and you replied with,
“I guess, hot chocolate milk for me.”
• Despite the cold season, all Zero could feel was warmth after seeing your smile that was bright enough to lighten his whole life after what happened to his past.
• He rushed inside headquarter to get hot chocolate for you and when he came back, he found yourself resting against a tree peacefully, surrounded by snow.
• He smiled at you and scold you mentally for being so careless and rest in the middle of the cold winter.
"She could’ve gotten sick.”
• Zero sighed but his lips curved into a warm smile as he walks toward you and gently nudges the ordered drink near you, wanting to wake you up from your slumber.
“Y/n, I bring your drink.”
• He tried to wake you slowly but strangely, you didn’t even budge. That’s where he feels strange and takes a seat beside you as close as he can.
• He wants you to feel some warmth so he tried to take your hand to the glass of hot chocolate, but then he realized how strangely cold your hand is, and how bluish it turned.
“… Y/n..?”
• His eyes widened in panic as he immediately checks your heartbeat and the signs, or anything, that could tell him that you’re still alive. However, he didn’t find anything.
• He quickly lifted you, running back to the headquarters, and bring you to the infirmary to get checked by Kyle. But, the moment Kyle checked your condition, his body froze, his lips trembled as he looks at your pale features.
“She’s…”
• Kyle looks at Zero with wide eyes, hands covering his mouth, there’s so much sorrow in his gaze that leaves Zero confused and panicked because of Kyle’s reaction.
“… Zero.. she’s….”
• The moment Zero heard the news that he wanted to avoid the most, it was as if he’s been pierced by a sword right on his heart. He took a step back and was shaken by the thought of him losing you so suddenly, so unexpected.
• You, the only one who can accept him as he is and love him sincerely despite all the things that happened, were greeted by death.
“Y/N!”
• He hurriedly runs toward you and tried to shake you, for you to give him the warm look in your eyes and your gentle smile that lights up his days.
“Hey, open your eyes!”
• You won’t open your eyes and Kyle looks at Zero, biting his lips together to the point it bled and balled his hands into fists. Zero was desperate to wake you up and he looked like a scared child that was left alone by his parents.
• Your sudden death was enough to make Zero blamed himself to no end. How he didn’t get you inside sooner despite the coldness and how he left you alone just to get a drink only to end up with you dying. He was filled with guilt.
• There were many ‘What if’ in his mind but that couldn’t change anything. He was guilty for the rest of his life, blaming himself for your death.
• He would apologize as many times as you’d like, so he would like you to stay alive. But the words vanish to the wind unanswered.
• He can’t imagine a world without you was painful.
Hi! This is your second request! I’m sorry it took a while but hopefully you enjoy this one!
“If MC has Weaker Lungs than Normal People”
(Ray Blackwell, Jonah Clemence, Fenrir Godspeed)
Ray Blackwell
• In his eyes, you really do look weak.
• Your features are quite pale and you’re quite small.
• He has never seen anyone like you before. Who looks weak but is strong-willed.
• He loves that about you.
• He would often get worried about your well-being and told you to not overwork.
• Of course, he’s twice as protective of you considering your condition.
• If you start to have trouble breathing, he’ll stay calm and try to find the best solution, which is immediate treatment.
• He is so loving and caring, but he is very worried about the slightest thing about you.
• However, he also realizes that you have your own will and you’re strong enough for something without his help.
• Seeing you like that, he can’t control himself but to tease you.
• When you collapsed for an unknown reason, he couldn’t sleep all day and night, worrying about your health.
• You told him that you’re actually alright and he smiled and hugged you out of worry.
• He told Fenrir and the rest of the Black Army soldiers to be careful around you because you have weaker lungs than normal people and he’s afraid it could affect your health.
• But nonetheless, he treats you normally and is grateful to find someone like you.
Jonah Clemence
• As his lover, he is extremely worried about your safety.
•He even once misunderstood you and thought you were dying.
• He is so overdramatic and overprotective of you that he orders you to go anywhere with a carriage and at least one of the chosen thirteen as your bodyguard.
• Your features are paler than him and he treats you like delicate glass that he’s afraid would break at any moment.
• You found it annoying at times, but you do realize how sincere he was being and how much he loves you to that extent.
• He would often ask if you’re tired, hungry, or need something for yourself and he would gladly prepare everything.
• He often bothers Kyle and fusses over about your health almost every day.
• However, you are very glad that you’re being loved by someone like him.
• Because regardless of your condition, he truly and sincerely loves you from the bottom of his heart.
Fenrir Godspeed
• The first time he met you, he had the feeling of the need to protect you because of your weak features.
• As his lover, he will try his best to assist you without being too overwhelmed about anything considering your condition.
• He takes care of you well and truly is a gentleman when being with you.
• He is worried about your health and even has a nightmare about you leaving him all alone.
• But you reassured him that you’re healthy and more than alive because he is by your side.
• Hearing that makes his heart flutter and he’s glad that you feel that way about him.
• Though being with overly excited Fenrir is bad for your health and Sirius warned Fenrir not to be overly excited.
• He’s always worried when you run or do some heavy work and he didn’t want you to do that, so he would refrain you from such activities that could worsen your health, but you found him overly worried about you is adorable.
• Despite all of that, he loves you with all his heart and will take care of you forever.
So, in a nutshell, basically MC is a clumsy young mother who lost her twin children.
(Ray Blackwell, Jonah Clemence, Edgar Bright)
Ray Blackwell
• He was going to go to Loki’s place to play with the cats until he met unexpected but not exactly unwanted visitors.
• He was surprised to meet two kids in front of the Spades Headquarters.
• Upon seeing him, the kids become amazed upon learning that the King of the Black Army saves them and soon fanboy around him.
• He was amused by their behavior and patted their heads gently.
• Looking around and didn’t saw anyone with them, Ray asks the twins about where their mother is.
• Around the same time Ray was asking, he suddenly heard a calling from afar.
“I finally found you two!”
• You were running towards them until you suddenly trip by your own legs as gravity pulled you to the ground.
• But before you could fall,
“Hey, watch out!”
• Luckily, Ray caught you in time as you were brought close to his chest.
• Upon getting their worlds back together, you stood up and apologized for your clumsiness.
• Ray didn’t mind and asked if you’re the twins’ older sister since they looked pretty much alike.
• You sweat dropped by Ray’s assumption and shook your head immediately.
“… Actually, I’m their mother.”
“… Pardon..?! Ah, you’re their mother….. though you look so young.”
• At first, Ray was awkward and worried about you being a young mother for the twins.
• But, he immediately accepts the fact and treats you normally.
• You thanked Ray for taking care of your children as he also wished you the best to take care of your children.
• Both bid their farewell while the twins were quite disappointed that they had to leave soon.
• But, Ray assured them they might meet again with the twins becoming brand new people.
• Which leads the twins to be aspired to become Spades Army soldiers.
Jonah Clemence
• Today was a relaxing day for him.
• He was eating his mille-feuille with strawberries at his favorite cafe until he suddenly heard children crying.
• He was pissed off that his enjoyable time was cut off but still looked in the direction of the crying.
• He found himself, two kids, standing beside a store without any guardian with them.
• His irritation soon turned into slight concern about the kids’ whereabouts of being alone.
“Don’t tell me they were lost. Honestly, who in their right mind would leave their own children on the road?”
• The concern and pity feeling soon moved him to approach the young children.
• Jonah offered them a sit at his table.
• At first, the kids were skeptical, of course, with the saying “Don’t trust a stranger.”
• But, with their stomach rumbling and soon becoming louder by the second, they hesitantly agree since food will always be number one.
• With the children eating all the food they want while Jonah constantly reminding them about table manners, Jonah still wondered where their mother might be.
• Curiously, he looked around and accidentally eavesdrop on someone who was saying worriedly,
“Excuse me, have you seen two boys at the same age of five years old wandering around here?”
• That was when he assumed that a woman might know something about the children’s mother.
• His assumption was proven right when the children’s eyes widened and immediately approached the woman eagerly.
• But, what he didn’t expect was what the children were calling her.
“We’re sorry we didn’t hold your hands as you told us, mother!”
“… Wait, ‘Mother’…?”
• Jonah was surprised as he thought you’re their older sister considering your young looks and slightly felt disgusted by the thought.
(Already become a mother… At that age??? Certainly, she should be thinking more about this?!)
• He soon becomes wary and skeptical if a woman like you could take care of the kids.
• Even with you thanked him politely and lady-like, he still thinks you’re no good role model.
Jonah : “Are you sure you are really their mother? You look too young and not to mention, you let your kids alone in the street.”
• You were quite taken aback by the hostile tone but appeared a smile, much to Jonah’s surprise.
You : “I know that I’m not at that age yet to have children. I still have a lot to learn about being a mother. But, don’t worry, I’m not giving up on learning to be at my very best.”
• Seeing how you were determined and observing the twins were grown happier around you, he couldn’t help but feel respect for you.
• But, he immediately shook the thought off and his almost widened eyes turned narrowed and pouted.
• The twins, who saw the quick gesture, chuckled while you were oblivious of the attitude.
• Nevertheless, their relationship turned out for the better as they parted ways.
“Alright, kids, I’ll make your special– Ugh-!!”
• Not even 5 seconds later, you found yourself crashing into somebody and immediately started panicking.
• While watching you helping the civilians to grab their objects, Jonah was dumbfounded with a raised eyebrows and was deeply concerned about his choice to let you go.
(… Is this woman going to be alright?)
Edgar Bright
• He was patrolling around the Cradle until he saw you walking towards him.
• You asked him worriedly if he saw two identical children with the same feature as yours around the area.
• The latter replied honestly that he doesn’t know their whereabouts.
• Nevertheless, he formed a gentleman-like smile and volunteer himself to help you find them since he is on patrol.
• Hearing this, you were beyond grateful and thanked him dearly.
• Both of you soon traveled around the streets while asking people around the town for the twins.
• With the sun started to set as the sky turned dark, you become much more worried and soon fasten your walking pace, completely unaware you were near a small hill.
• While seeing your walking pace changes, he warned you to be careful but it was too late.
• You didn’t notice a tree root beneath you and accidentally stumbled, causing you to fall near the edge of the hill.
“Hey, MC!!!”
• He, on instinct, ran towards you while wrapping his hands around yours as he let himself tumble through the ground while you were on top of him.
• After the movement stopped, he asked if you’re alright and you nodded while apologizing for your clumsiness.
• Edgar burst of small laughter and told you it was the soldier’s instinct to protect citizens.
• While they walked back towards the main town with you appearing a worried frown, they were suddenly meet with children’s voices.
• Your eyes widened as if you recognized the two voices and immediately ran towards the source followed by him.
• Your thoughts was correct as you was finally reunited with your twins in which they embrace each other warmly.
• You thanked him for his help and asked if there’s anything you could do to repay the favor.
• As the gentleman he was, he declined politely and he was just glad that you could reunite with your children.
“Is this really alright? I mean, even though you don’t mind since you were in patrol, you technically still abandoned your duty.”
“… I don’t mind abandoning my duty. And, your family needs to stay together. That’s by far enough reason to help you.”
• He reveals one last gentle smile before bidding farewell to them.
• You were glad that you could meet with your children but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled with the soldier’s words.
(Even if it was my imagination, I can’t help but feel he was desperate and troubled about something. Sure, he was smiling but… Perhaps it was just my feeling?)
• You wondered until you decided to take your children home and wished you could meet him again.
• On the other hand, he was strolling through the night while thinking back about you and the twins’ reunion.
• He smiled wistfully.
(… Having a mother caring for you like that…. It must be nice.)
I think Jonah deserves a lover who won’t break up with them as soon as he runs out of money. He deserves somebody that will love him for who he is and not for his money. There’s one thing that you can offer even if you don’t have money and which is even more valuable than money and that is love
