The King and Queen’s Nakedness (Cradle’s Hot Springs Bonus Story)
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
So basically a new hot springs was discovered in Cradle, and the officials from both armies are there to inspect it and the resort that was built around it. We start off with our K and Q of Hearts riding to the new resort, and Jonah mentions that it sounds barbaric to bathe in the open (he’s so prim and prissy uwu). Lancelot, being the fair King, tells Jonah that they shouldn’t comment on something they haven’t yet seen, and Jonah agrees.
Then, Jonah puffs out his chest and mentions that Edgar and the others had wanted to come along too, but apparently he stopped them because:
[Jonah: The only one allowed to see King Lancelot naked is me, the Queen of Hearts--your right arm!]
Jonah, I--
(I had to punch a desk while reading that line to calm down)
I have no idea how one man can make me squeal and cringe at the same time, but THIS MAN I STG
And I was also kinda worried abt how Lancelot would react bc it would break both my heart and Jonah’s heart if he reacts negatively. But I never should’ve underestimated this smug bastard bc:
[Lancelot: ...Yeah.]
Aaaaaand Lancelot just casually confirms that Jonah’s the only one who gets to see him naked.
...Cybird are u sure there isn’t anything going on between them.
And then this dude has the nerve to SMILE after that entirely platonic exchange:
[The corner of Lancelot’s lips turned up in a smile, but at the same time, as if noticing something, he reined in his horse slightly]
And this is when Ray and Sirius come into the scene!
[Sirius: If only we could’ve brought the brats along.]
Unlike Jonah and Lancelot (who secretly hate their kids), Sirius and Ray are sad bc they couldn’t take the kids along awwwwwww.
So apparently neither group knew the other would be inspecting the hot springs at this time, too, so it turns into a happy coincidence and they go to the hot springs together.
Well, maybe not so happy for Jonah...
[Sirius: Ah. This seems pretty nice. Isn’t that right, Jonah.
Jonah: Don’t talk to me. Why am I so unfortunate that I have to be naked with you people?]
asdjffkjda;wkleiuesafw HE’S SO CUTE WHEN HE’S FORCED TO BE NAKED IN FRONT OF HIS SWORN ENEMY
And he’s so overdramatic abt it too??? Going all “don’t talk to me” and “I’m so unfortunate woe is me” bc he’s sharing a hot spring with “you people.” But I can kinda understand how he feels bc he probably wants to be alone with Lancelot...naked...in the hot springs...
And I love how Sirius addresses him first too, probably bc he knows it’s gonna make Jonah all grumpy and indignant.
[Sirius: If you’re so fired up it’ll be easy for you to faint from the heat. Did you drink water before coming in?
Jonah: Of course I did. I drank a whole cup...no, I don’t need your concern. I told you not to talk to me!]
I never thought I’d see the day when Sirius parents Jonah, too, but here we are ig. Granted, it’s more in a teasing way than an actual fatherly way, but still. And Jonah is receptive to it too! He subconsciously replies to Sirius’s question before he catches himself and remembers that he’s supposed to hate the dude.
I genuinely think that, if circumstances were different, Jonah and Sirius would probably get along pretty well. Sirius doesn’t get easily offended by Jonah’s prickly nature (in fact there are times where he seems amused by it), and Jonah would appreciate having someone around who can ground him and take care of him and take him down a few notches. If only Jonah would stop thinking of Sirius as the person who “stole” his King and his brother XD
But yeah while that’s going down the Kings are just chilling:
[A bit further away from the two noisy people, Lancelot and Ray soaked in the hot springs side by side.]
U know, just two Kings, chillin in a hot spring, two feet apart bc this is an otome game.
And yeah. They go on to talk about making the hot springs available to everyone in Cradle, regardless of the territory they belong in, and also about how MC would be happy to see that happen. Sirius and Jonah then comes over, still bickering (I thought u weren’t talking to him Jonah), and the four of them enjoys the hot springs together!
I love this story so much!!! 1000000000/10 would recommend to anyone thinking about getting it when the event rolls around.
Like Father, Like Son (Lancelot Kingsley/Jonah Clemence)
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.”
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.”
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:
Please tag your entries with #jonalotweek or #jonalotweek21 within the first five tags and mention @jonalotweek.
All types of fan content are accepted (fanart, fanfiction, headcanons, edits, videos, etc). Any use of someone else’s work in your entry (in edits and such) must be with the original creator’s express permission and clearly credited in your work.
All prompts are open to interpretation, you are free to submit whatever you can think of based on it, just remember to label what day your submission is for.
If your entry has not been reblogged within 24 hours of posting, feel free to send in a message with a link to it as I might have missed it.
NSFW is allowed but MUST be labelled accordingly and placed under the cut.
The blog will be tagging NSFW reblogs/submissions with #jonalotweeknsfw so feel free to use that tag yourself if you want.
Works that might deal with darker themes should be tagged properly with their appropriate trigger warnings.
Don’t worry about being late! Any late entries will still be happily accepted.
Other ships are allowed to be featured in your entries but do remember to keep Jonalot the main focus! (It’s what Jonah would demand want.)
If you have any questions, feel free to send an ask here!
Looking forward to another year of supporting 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?!
Zero: *laughing because he is happy that he is straight*
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.
And with that quiet acquiescence, he led Jonah back to his bed, covered in silks and furs. The bells shook and sounded the coming of their next ardent tempo as the sun set beyond the horizon.
