#jester reader

Jester Reader: Most days, but unfortunately for you today's my day off! ahahaha-

Hell yeah I love this dude and I love this idea <333

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Crust King Khann was the warrior lord of Karak. The one whose throne sits at the peak of Coral Tower. The one who commands coral on a whim. The one who held half of Pharloom with a hardened claw.

Yet he felt...deprived of entertainment. A different kind that didn't end with his soldiers cleaning up the shells and husks of bugs who failed to ascend the tower.

Watching the same gladiator-styled battles grew a bit boring. Dull, even.

So when he discovered you, a humble servant of his kingdom, making one of his Karaka Warriors chuckle at a joke you made regarding the Citadel's choir bugs....he pulled you aside and demanded you to repeat what you just said.

You didn't think it'd be funny the second time, and when he suddenly barked out a laugh...it honestly terrified you.

You knew he didn't like "weak" bugs such as yourself speaking to his soldiers. So to make one laugh when they're notorious for being stone-faced fighters was surely a death sentence, right?

"You....You will do perfectly."

"...h-huh?"

"Come. Now. Before I change my mind and crush you."

That's all he demands before bringing you into his throne room, decreeing you as his court jester henceforth.

You were guaranteed protection and permitted to sleep in a chamber within the tower, so long as you could make Khann laugh at least once a day while you were on duty.

As soon as you realized you could be your authentic-self, you didn't hold back and became a very whimsical bug in the Coral Tower, appearing at his every beck-and-call.

Whenever he uttered the words "I am bored" or "entertain me", your improv abilities went to work immediately.

You told stories through dance, sang about his victories and the Citadel's shortcomings, and even mocked the clumsy Karak Gor fighters--all of which amused him more than you could've imagined.

His uproarious laughter, initially a foreign and startling sound in the kingdom, quickly became familiar to those in his court. If there was a day he didn't laugh, they should be worried.

Of course, the weaker bugs may be jealous that you're given "special treatment" as they call it, but you could care less what they think. You had his protection and were thriving.

Even when Karak was starting to show the smallest indicators of drought, not once did you waver from being the joyous court jester.

Being around Khann for so long, you could tell when he's stressed about the state of his kingdom and the growing threats of the Citadel (which has been taking more than its fair share of water as of late)--even when he never outwardly expresses it. You did your best to be an assuring presence.

You'd continue singing to the youth about the mighty warriors they'll become when they grow up. And the honor of serving by the Crust King's side if they could prove themselves.

Some lived to see that day, and others didn't.

But even after the rivers dried up and Karak was reduced to a sandy, barren wasteland, its history doomed to be forgotten, you always remained by Khann's side, fulfilling your duty of serving him until time itself claimed you all.

Years later, when a certain bug cloaked in red arrived at the deserted tower, playing the elegy before his withered shell, she thought she heard a voice singing along, despite the room being totally devoid of life.

Alternate ending where reader lets the crown fall ↓

Would you love me if I was a wyrm?

cw/an; based off this post that I found (show the op some love <33)- I got an idea and ran with it at like 4 am lmao, gn reader, jester reader, fluff, non sexual intimacy, I’m also not used to writing in.. fantasy- we’ll call it- so there’s the use of fuck and not so proper wording-, this is technically also a continuation or the same knight from my 100th follower post

You and Knight boyfriend were spending a few hours in his home/cottage, taking advantage of the darkness in the night without the brightness of the moon out to spend time with one another

You’d both been relaxed and settled in his room, just enjoying one another’s company as a welcomed change of pace from the jobs you both carry out most every day

Your head comfortably on his chest as you took in his slow and steady heartbeat, a reassurance that he was indeed there with you in that moment

And if that wasn’t enough to help calm your mind, his hand was slowly making strokes up and down along your back, his fingers pressing gently into every dip and curve as if he was trying to memorize your being

It was blissful really

And then

“Say, would you love me if I was a wyrm-?”

Silence.

You blinked once.

Then again

And slowly you moved up just enough that you could face him fully as you took a deep breath and answered

“What the fuck are you talking about right now-?”

“Language!”

“Fuck language! I’m the jester and that’s still, possibly, one of the most ridiculously absurd questions I’ve ever heard! The king himself would roar out in laughter if he beared witness to that question himself!”

Your boyfriend, who you would’ve never thought to be so..

Childish-

Only huffed and pouted. His arms crossing in an almost defiance as, your jaw dropped

“My love, must you insist on this foolishness when I have to put up with the court’s ridicules enough on a daily basis-?”

His response?

Another huff and a flippant expression as he then moved to lay on his side with his arms still crossed

‘Oh if I didn’t love this man’ you thought to yourself

Exhaling softly and then taking another deeper breath to steady yourself, you hummed and began speaking again

“If you were a wyrm, I’d be sure to try and do my best to keep you safe and hidden away so that his majesty would not ever find you or try to have you slain

I would bring you food so you will never starve, and help clean your scales so that you will always look your best

If we were to ever need to move for your safety, I’d be sure to lead everyone away so they would never find you or us, we would be free just as we dream to be free here..”

You wait a moment, seeing if he will move or react to what you’ve said

When he doesn’t immediately respond however, you turn to stand, not really knowing how to handle being vulnerable in this way

Instead, you are met with strong arms coiling around your midsection as you are lifted with ease and dragged back down into the familiar bed that was softer than yours and you’d come to enjoy

You have a small redness spreading onto your cheeks and face, not that he would point it out and ruin the moment for himself

Instead, he gives you one of those rare, genuine smiles that he reserves for whichever reason he deems fit

His eyes are full of fondness too, and for now, you choose to let yourself settle

You don’t want to spoil the time you two have together until you need to go back to your “normal lives”

And as he kisses your forehead as softly as if you were the most precious being in the world, you close your eyes and let yourself revel in it, your heart swelling lightly when you hear him whisper those sweet honeyed words reserved for you, and only you,

“I love you, my butterfly..~”

Want to read more? Check out what I’ve written so far 💕

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Servant: Your highness! Forgive me if I am overstepping, but I believe your jester has had enough wine for one evening.

Titus [Space Emperor Yan]: My Jester does not drink alcohol. That bottle in their hand is nothing more than sparkling fruit juice, but they certainly play the part don't they? They do this just to humor me - but I predict an evening of thrills once we retire to the bedroom.

[Jester Darling shoves the bottle between their thighs - pointing at themselves before pointing at Titus as they then form a heart with their hands, making kissy noises at their emperor as they continue to rock back and forth]

[Tw: Death]

Jester Executioner Darling who is more machine than flesh.

Living off the blood they spill and the cheers of their people.

Jester Executioner Darling who mutters beneath their breath as they ruthlessly maim and rip apart the accused. If one were stand close enough to them they'd swear the words spoken without a sound sound eerily similar to a prayer.

Royal Yan who realizes there is a heart underneath that cold, painted exterior.

Royal Yan who is forced by the hand of their birth givers to rip it from their chest.

Royal Yan who loses themselves the moment they've lost what makes them whole - a cruel, vicious tyrant born as their jester's body collapses to the howls of joy from the crowd.

Royal Yan from a bloodline that lives centuries beyond the average lifespan of their people - mourning for decades to come.

Jester Executioner Darling who is reborn as a gentle, soft hearted individual obsessed with clowns, jesters, and the like.

Royal Yan who recognizes them instantly by the swirls painted on their cheeks.

The horny levels of these dorks would be off the scales-

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[Blue smashes open the cage Jester Reader was locked in by their victims for the evening. Reader peaks out of their cell, gazing at the bodies of the cultists littering the floor]

Murder Clown (Pink): Ohhh- Bless your poor heart. Come here, little one. We won't hurt you.

Jester Reader: !!! [Squeezes past Pink, tripping over the cuffs of their baggy pants as they attempt to flee]

Murder Clown (Purple): Would ya look at that. They're practically swimming in those clothes.

Murder Clown(Green) - mouth covered in red: Poor thing looks like they're starving. Looks like we're the heros this evening. Hehehe - I don't mind sharing if they could use a bite....

Murder Clown (Orange): The cops will be here any second. Can't one of us just throw them over their shoulder and carry them out?

Murder Clown (Red): Give them a minute. I doubt you'd trust anyone after being stuck in a cage for god knows how long.

Murder Clown (Blue): U-uh....guys?

[Jester Reader rises to their knees, drying their tears on their sleeves as they climb to their feet. A sickening pop! can be heard as one of their arms shoots out of their sleeve. One by one, their limbs grow - the rest of their body rapidly morphing to match. Their once loose fitting clothes stretches tightly around their figure, the button of their collar narrowly missing Orange's eye as it flies off. The entire group stare at the demon - their horns scraping the roof of the basement]