#queennie

[genieteller]

returned!nie accompanying queen to some important meeting or other

q: you literally don't care about mortal politics and don't understand power struggles

n: every moment is fleeting and precious and should be safeguarded in one's heart

q: ...it's a 5 hour long land dispute

n: did i fucking stutter

[genieteller]

so like... if nie ever makes it back days months years.. later. how does one live like that?

look at the face of your love — a living memory. a loving memory, one that may be never buried yet grieved for? and all the sleepless nights and ill fitting poetry she'll never mention. and the return to "normality"

just imagine, the queen (she needs a name sooo badly like? and we'll never get??) older. less tolerant maybe. harsher in some ways that nie never saw before.

it used to be years nie wondered the realms between them, the magics, faraway places one couldn't dream of

now it's time. simple human time, that they're never getting back

[genieteller]

companion piece to this

She watches, warily. Her returned heart with wild wet eyes and so much guilt.

All the wondering and questions, did she do something wrong? Did she blame her for something? Did she blame her for leaving?

She holds her close. She brings them together. She wants to tug at the long long hair roughly and drink promises to stay from the dark lips. She wants to tie their wrists together with a ribbon, or better a chain, strong one, and never let go.

She starts awake from where she fell asleep in the chair, woken by a sudden terror, and feeling of emptiness.

No. Her wife still there, on her knees, looking at the dusky sky. She strokes her hair so so tenderly.

Her returned heart with eyes all cried out, and lips trembling, and looking at her drunk with grief and begging. She flew over the ocean (too far), she only watched the sun set (thousand of them), she only closed her eyes for a moment... She refuses to close them now.

She wonders what would give first, the laws of nature or her stubborn wife.

[genieteller]

nie x queen, post- return

Nie closes her eyes. Nie puts her head in her wife's lap. Nie sobs, quietly, trying to not disturb her sleep.

She hasn't dared to sleep for many days now, she lost count. Afraid that if she closes her eyes again, the night will be eternal.

Nie flew home with the rain clouds, straight to the figure standing on their balcony. Waiting. Praying.

Only to find her aged and sorrowed beyond measure. Looking at her - a mess after slumbering in the sand, hair in disarray, hem of the robes wet with seawater - like a miracle.

An understanding. Thousands of days passed here. Thousands of sleepless nights spent looking at the sea. Counting the tides. Counting the sunrises without her.

I'm sorry sorry so sorry sorrysorrysorry she whispered into her wife's navel, on her knees before her, tears hot and angry over her cheeks. So so sorry. Please believe me. I didn't mean this. I only closed my eyes for moment. Please. I'm sorry.

Her love's eyes familiar and foreign. Heavy with too many shed tears. Running over her hungrily. Unbelieving. Please. I'm sorry.

The Queen gained much wisdom in her absence. The Queen was just. The Queen was much beloved and patient.

Her wife would grasp her hand tight. He wife wouldn't let her out of her sight. Her wife would hold her tenderly, while the tremble of her fingers and flickering of tongue betrayed the need. The hunger. The bottomless pit of sorrow and anger. (The jinns can't feel guilt. But Nie knows that pain hurts and they're both hurting)

Take me. Make me yours again. Tell me you forgive me. Please. Brand me. Mark me. I'm sorry. Tie me up so I won't fly away. I'm sorry. Please. Believe me. Please.

The hand in her hair tightens, as her wife murmurs something in her sleep. The thin line at the edge of the sky turns pink. Nie keeps her eyes open.

[thiefguard]

NieQueen

Smoothie: I love them but they hurt me. I love them but they hurt each other. Even if it was unintentional. Even if it was the last thing they ever wanted. We weep for a pair of doomed by the narrative gals just trying their best to love and be loved.

Therapy: not derogatory !!! just because of the All Consuming Sadness

30k hurt/comfort fic: need it? Check. Might be the one to write it? Check!

Ughhhhhh honestly i just gave so many feels about them lately. Ofc we know how it turned out but I just want to give them the softest gentlest au where they get to live each other their whole lives long 😭😭😭😭

[thiefguard]

Had QueenNie feels, 0/10 would not recommend.

Started as meta, turned into fic??

Thesis statement:

Nie losing her Queen is terrible. Tragic. Especially in light of everything that comes after with Descendant.

But.

Consider it from Queen’s POV.

You love this woman, this Jinn so much that you defy court practice and all of your most leal advisors to take her for your wife. And you know the risks. You know that she could be dangerous, deadly without ever even meaning it, and so you take all the precautions. Even if they’re meaningless, even if they don’t help, you’d try anything that meant you got to keep her.

And then. One terrible, awful night, you say something thoughtless. You almost Wish, and you feel the power of it crackle between you. You see the fear in her eyes as she shushes you, as she pulls away. How much you scared her. How terribly it could have ended.

And then she slips away. Just for a few moments, she says. To collect herself.

But.

The new day dawns and she has not returned.

And you rationalise she just needs some time. You almost ruined everything with a moment of recklessness. You have time in abundance and she is welcome to it.

When she doesn’t return that night, you square your shoulders and slip back between your sheets with acceptance. You can wait.

Five days pass. A week. Surely she’ll be back by ten?

She isn’t.

A month.

And now, a terrible growing suspicion that something is Wrong. That she should be back by now, would be back by now if she could.

And you have no way of knowing. Has she come across danger? Is she hurt, is she in need, is she lingering somewhere in pain?

For she is not Gone, you feel that in your soul. The loss of her presence would be a seismic, cataclysmic shift, so fundamental that you would feel it. And you don’t. So.

Mayhaps another month?

Which passes by with no sign of her, until you begin to make bargains with the universe. If you sign this Treaty, then surely she will be back by the Kingdom’s feast day. If you can enact peace in the neighbouring territories then you may wake to find her in your solar, an enigmatic smile and a story on her lips, and all of this will be explained away. Forgiven and forgotten.

A year.

Two.

Five.

Did you anger her, you wonder? You only Wished to love her more freely, with abandon, unthinking. A lovely thing, a beautiful thing, and might you still be happy even if the wish had left your lips and you had become the whisper on the summer breeze?

You know about the first ray of morning sun. The ache in her heart and everything it cost her. And unmeaningly, unthinkingly, you could have set her through that again.

If she is angry then she has a right to it.

But.

Ten years.

Your advisors plead with you to re-marry. Every feast an opportunity, an introduction. Still time to secure the succession.

You want none of it. You name an heir. A niece. Your sister believes you have bestowed a great honour, but you think the girl will not thank you for it in time. Not as she grows to understand the responsibility, the weight of it, the ever present press of duty.

Twenty years.

Some days you miss her so much you awake frantic with it, the longing and worry as sharp as if she slipped from your sheets only moments ago. Other days it settles as a dull ache, seeping into moments as unexpectedly as morning fog.

Thirty years.

If she returned now, would she recognise the face you see before you in the mirror? You imagine her unchanged, untouched by the slow march of time. Your reflection smiles, just for a moment.

Forty-three years, five months, seventeen days.

A gentle breeze in your chambers. Soft voices by your bedside. Gentle hands. The concern of the little Princess grown into a woman soon to be Queen.

And still.

How sweet it would be to look upon her face once more.

You wish. You wish.

You Wish.

[genieteller]

I love love loooved your (war crimes) HCs

(There's a sentence no one has ever written before)

So

Can I please request

QueeNie HCs? 🥰

If you have any ofc!!!

Queen never ever ever ever uses wishing

Nie has absolutely no idea of politics or mortal histories. It's refreshing. But then she learns to understand what Queen is talking about, so she could share her worries with her

She can't take a jjinn as consort :( that might quite literally cause a revolt. But she would. She absolutely would She took her jinn as a consort <3

Nie also has very vague ideas about power and hierarchies at first (she accidentally insult many ppl lol)

Brushing each others hair

Nie doesn't care abt jewelry or precious metals (ew! metals!!) but the pendant the Queen is wearing has a malachite srone. She's curious abt it and that's how they meet

Nie absolutely loves doing mehendi on Queens hands

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