#jonalot

Aight so there’s a hot springs collection event going on in Ikerev TW rn, and guess what one of the bonus stories were?

The characters, of course, involve our lovely Kings and Queens of Cradle and their trip to the hot springs. The term “坦诚相见” here, translated literally, means “to see each other honestly.” However, over the years, it’s become a polite euphemism for nakedness in the presence of others ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

The moment I saw that title I knew I absolutely HAD to get it. It costs 400 hearts on the TW version (probably more in the ENG version), and it was absolutely worth the story tickets I used. I had a lotta Jonah-centered thoughts after reading it, so...here goes.

Ships mentioned: Lancelot x Jonah, Sirius x Jonah

MAJOR SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

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: 621 words.

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.”

Jonalot Week is back once again this year to celebrate the royal couple! This year, the event will be held during 14 - 20 June 2021, so prepare yourself for more Jonalot yet again!

Daily Prompts:

Day 1, 14 June // Childhood

Day 2, 15 June // Fairytales

Day 3, 16 June // Dreams

Day 4, 17 June // Soulmates

Day 5, 18 June // Change

Day 6, 19 June // Modern

Day 7, 20 June // Free Day

Rules:

that one meme but its low effort jonalot

And this time, it’s about some of the Red Army officers being gay for their beloved Queen of Hearts! Tagging @kiarigirl-blog because she was the one who gave me that idea.

So it all starts when Edgar, Lancelot, Kyle, and Zero decide hey why not have a late night conversation in the kitchen.

Sadly, Jonah is asleep so he doesn’t join in.

So everything was fun and all. Until...

Kyle: *drunk af* Heyyyy you know, our Queen is really beautiful. Like, super gorgeous. So gorgeous that my heart races like a million miles per hour.

Edgar: Oh my, is our one and only army doc lovesick~? This is rather interesting news.

Kyle: Hey, you’re the one who calls him so thoughtful, so caring, so virtuous, so honorable.

Edgar: So? That does not prove much.

Kyle: Don’t forget that time I accidentally walked into your room and heard you—

Edgar: *covers Kyle’s mouth* Now now Kyle, you promised me not to tell.

Zero and Lancelot are shocked and curious at seeing Edgar showing a bit of nervousness as he covers Kyle’s mouth.

Zero: Kyle, finish the sentence.

Kyle: Mmph mmph—

Edgar: Now now, my protégé, you do not need to pry.

Lancelot: *separates Edgar and Kyle with magic* So Kyle, what were you about to say?

Edgar: Kyle no—

Kyle: *finishes sentence*

Lancelot and Zero: What does that mean?

Kyle: It means that Edgar feels pleasured at the thought of our resident beauty.

Lancelot: O-oh...

Edgar: *blushing mess*

Kyle: In fact, I still have a recording of it in a crystal—

Edgar: Kyle no.

Zero: So there is something that can bother Edgar.

Zero internally: Finally, I can get payback for all those years of teasings and jokes thrown at me.

Lancelot:

Lancelot: I... I can’t believe that I’m not the only one.

Edgar: Lancelot, you as well?

Lancelot: ... yes.

Zero: Wait a minute. So... I’m the only one here who doesn’t see Jonah that way???

Kyle: Seems like it.

Edgar: Congratulations Zero. You’re part of the minority of the army who is not gay.

Lancelot: Wait, our army is gay for our Queen?

Zero: Oh God, why did I join this place?

The next day, in a meeting...

Jonah: So to conclude... ok seriously, what is up with everyone today?

Edgar: Everything is perfectly alright. Why do you ask?

Jonah: Don’t pretend like I did not notice the glances you, Kyle, and King Lancelot have been giving to each other. What did I miss?

Everyone:

Five of Hearts: My Queen, I think I know why. *reveals a magic crystal in his palm*

Kyle: *tenses*

Edgar: *nervous smile*

Lancelot: Five of Hearts, that is not necessary.

Jonah: Seriously, what is going on?!

Oh hey it’s the best ship ever @kashimalin! I really hope you enjoy this one. Also tagging @jonalotweek since it's that time too!

A simple description of this AU: Black Army is a caravan in the desert, Red Army are in the main city in the middle of the desert. Lancelot is the king in this city. Jonah is a dancer. Let’s gooooo

This is for the sensory prompt list.

18. Red wine stained lips

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Dusk was always Lancelot’s favorite time of the day. The sun turned the sky gold and crimson and the sands outside the city reflected its final burning light. Everything was hot and dry and nothing pleased him more than taking that time to sit back in his private chambers and admire his dancer in the setting sun.

Jonah was a beautiful man, no one could deny that. When he danced with the others in the main hall, silks and skin moving effortlessly to the notes of the setar, the bells on his ankles tinkling perfectly in sync, he was at his most alluring. It was to the surprise of nobody that the king had taken an interest in him the first time he saw him dance.

What had been a surprise to Lancelot was the effort it had taken to seduce Jonah as easily as he had him. Jonah was the only thought on his mind for weeks on end. Gifts of fruit and drink had no effect. He had similar gifts from others who were aiming for the same thing, what was more of them to add to the pile? A touch here, a whisper there, but nothing seemed to put him in the good graces of the dancer. And he would never force him to interact with him by using his position, as much as he was tempted to make the demand for attention.

Lancelot still wasn’t sure how he had managed to eventually snare him, even now when they shared his bed every night. Maybe it was the night he caught Jonah dancing by himself in the moonlight, getting caught but being asked to stay and watch instead of leave, if he so pleased. Maybe it was the day he had approached Jonah without his fanfare and cloaks and asked him to teach him to dance. Regardless the reason, his days and nights were brighter than ever, now that he had his own personal sun to carry him through.

He watched Jonah now as he practiced his movements for the performance he and the other dancers would give the next day, using the bells on his ankles to time his movements. The sunset lit his hair around his head like an angelic halo, paling and coloring  it to a gold that very nearly matched his eyes. Lancelot found himself caught in them and the purse of Jonah’s lips as he concentrated.

“Jonah,” Lancelot said, voice carrying over the empty space between them from his seat. Jonah paused and kept his position, arms up, turning his head to meet his gaze. “It would please me to have you with me for a minute.”

Jonah seemed to sigh, his shoulders sinking a bit, but immediately came over to him. His steps were graceful and his control perfect, the bells at his ankles making no noise as he walked. Standing in front of Lancelot, he looked down at him, his pout weakened with the light blush that rose to his cheeks. “Yes, my king?”

Lancelot didn’t answer in words, but in action. Lifting a hand, he cupped a hand to Jonah’s neck, hands gentle as he slid them down Jonah’s skin, wrapping his fingers around his side but keeping his thumb on his chest, slowly tracing each muscle and rib under his touch until he reached the sash around Jonah’s waist. Lifting his eyes again, he was happy to see Jonah’s lips part and eyelids lower in anticipation. Keeping his hand on Jonah’s hip, he used his other hand to reach for his wine glass, keeping eye contact with Jonah as he rose to his feet. Taking a sip of the wine, he lowered his head, pressing his mouth to Jonah’s, urging him to open with a hum.

With a much happier sigh, Jonah followed the silent instruction, his eyes closing in pleasure as Lancelot slid his tongue along his, passing the wine to him, unable to care when some escaped to drip from the corner of his mouth, running down his neck. Breaking off from the kiss, Lancelot kept his eyes on his lover as he took another sip of wine, repeating the process anew.

His kisses were deep and wanting and brought out a need in Jonah that Lancelot knew only he could satisfy. By the time the glass was empty, Jonah was trembling against him, wilted and panting for breath even as his eyes were shining brightly, begging for the promise of what would come next. His lips were red, both from the wine and their shared passion.

Lancelot set the glass down on the table and leaned over to lap at the wine that had spilled down Jonah’s neck, making a path up to his ear.

“Join me in my bed tonight?” he whispered, voice filled with promises, hands clutching at Jonah’s hips to hold him close.

“Yes,” Jonah replied just as softly, his voice very nearly breaking under Lancelot’s touch as his tongue traced back down and he lovingly nipped at his shoulder.