title: drakskar
pairings: general!jungkook, yandere!jk x duchess/cadet f!reader
genre: fourth wing au, dark romance, arranged marriage au, smut, porn with plot, fanstasy au
word count: 16,5 K
beta read: lovely @chaoticpuff17
summary: To escape an arranged political marriage to the infamous marked-one general, Jeon Jungkook, you enroll in the Riders Quadrant instead—choosing dragons and near-certain death over becoming his wife. But fate proves crueler than politics when you bond a dragon mated to his.
warnings: minors dni 18+ | fourth wing lore, sexual tension, possessive behavior, emotional manipulation, explicit content, strong language, sparring training, kissiiinnngggg, messy kissing, dub-con, oral (f!receiving), brief nipple play, penetrative sex, doggy style, missionary, breeding kink, biting, creampie, second round... etc.
disclaimer: this is a Fourth Wing AU and therefore borrows lore, concepts, and certain dynamics from Rebecca Yarros’ original worldbuilding. This oneshot was inspired by chapter 22 and explores the idea of what if xaden never taught violet how to shield from the mating bond? all recognizable elements belong to their rightful owners.
Cadets enrolled in the Riders Quadrant are hereby forbidden from entering into holy matrimony while under active training and service. Any marriage contract, ceremony, or binding recognised outside military authority shall be considered null and void for the duration of enrollment. Violation of this clause is treated as a breach of Quadrant discipline and subject to command review. A rider’s allegiance belongs first to their dragon, then their wing. Marriage is not prohibited. It is deferred until survival is no longer uncertain.
–ARTICLE SEVEN, SECTION TWO
THE DRAGON RIDER’S CODEX
“Are you out of your fucking mind?!”
“In my defence, your proposal was always deeply inconvenient.” You fold your arms. A dangerous pause, you’re waiting for him to snap at you, which…he does.
“We were supposed to be married by now!”
“No, right. My apologies.” You gesture vaguely. Something dark flickers behind his eyes. He pushes off the table and begins walking toward you. His boots echo once. Twice. You hate that your body registers each step as he keeps walking.
“You crossed the parapet,” he says, like he still hasn’t fully accepted the reality of it. “Without training.”
He stops in front of you now, close enough that you have to tilt your head back slightly to maintain eye contact.
“You disappeared before dawn,” he says, voice lower now. “Left your family in chaos, your escort unconscious and half the capital convinced you’d been abducted.”
You wince. In fairness, the unconscious escort had been a regrettable necessity. Unhinged move that you’ll be apologising for later…in life.
“That is not the issue,” you swear you can hear his teeth grind against each other.
A humourless breath escapes him. For a second, he just looks at you. Not with anger, exactly. Something more exhausting. Like you have personally shortened his lifespan by several years.
“This,” he says quietly, gesturing once toward you, toward Basgiath, toward all of your terrible life choices, “was a deeply irritating move.”
“You thought enrolling here would solve your problem?” Jungkook continues in his…lecture? Preaching?
“It actually did,” you retort.
“No–” his voice is maddeningly certain. “It changed the location of your problem.”
“The Codex is clear.” You fold your arms tighter. That earns you the faintest shift in his expression. Almost amusement. Almost.
“Yes,” Jungkook says dryly. “I’ve finished this death college. I lived by the codex…sort of.”
“Then you understand the complication.”
“You seem to be under the impression that a bureaucratic clause is what was keeping this arrangement intact.”
That… is not the answer you wanted. Your stomach tightens.
“You cannot possibly mean—”
“If you wish to be here,” he cuts in, “then be here.” His tone is level. Controlled. Too controlled.
“I will not drag you from the Riders’ Quadrant because you wanted to prove a goddamn point.”
That surprises you. Enough that your guard slips, just slightly. Jungkook notices. Of course, he notices and continues.
“You crossed the parapet. You earned your place.” There’s something almost respectful in the words. Almost.
“But let’s be very clear.” His gaze sharpens, pinning you in place more effectively than any physical restraint could.
“This changes absolutely nothing.” The words land like stones. Your jaw tightens and you tighten your fists.
“You don’t get to decide that alone anymore–”
“No,” he agrees, infuriatingly calm. “But you do not get to vanish into a death college and pretend I will simply… what? Move on?”
Well. When he says it like that, it sounds almost ridiculous. Which is inconvenient.
“I entered the Riders’ Quadrant,” you say, forcing steadiness into your voice, “because I–”
“Because you don’t want me? Is that it?” The interruption lands like a blade thrown with terrifying precision. He steps closer, but you don’t move back. Your lips part, but for one humiliating second, absolutely nothing comes out.
Because of all the responses you’d prepared for this conversation—anger, threats, political manipulation, outrage—that was not one of them. Not even remotely. Jungkook watches you carefully. Not like a general assessing a cadet. Like a man waiting for an answer he actually intends to remember.
“Because Basgiath is the only place in this kingdom where my name belongs to me.”
For the first time, something in his expression softens. Not much. Just enough to be dangerous.
“You think I don’t understand that?” That throws you. Because no, actually—you hadn’t considered that possibility. Not really when he was eager to give you his name.
Jungkook studies your face for a long moment before speaking again.
“If being a rider is what you want,” he says, quieter now, “then I’ll allow this.”
“How generous of you.” You bristle instantly. His mouth twitches. But his next words erase any satisfaction you might have gotten from that.
“However,” he says, “if this becomes too much for you—if you are overwhelmed, too injured, or one reckless decision away from becoming dragon food—I will remove you myself.”
“You can’t do that.” Your eyes widen at his proclamation.
The sheer bluntness of it knocks the air from your lungs. Jungkook leans in slightly, voice dropping low enough to feel less like conversation and more like a threat wrapped in velvet.
“If you thrive here, then fine. Stay. Bond a dragon. Graduate. Become the most insufferable rider Basgiath has ever produced but you will be my wife.”
“The Codex says no cadet can marry while enrolled,” you say, clinging perhaps a little too hard to the one technicality currently standing between you and total loss of autonomy.
As if a paragraph in military law is somehow stronger than the man currently looking at you, like bureaucracy is a mild inconvenience. Jungkook’s expression doesn’t so much as flicker.
“And eventually, you will no longer be a cadet.”
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