#jonalot

[xxsycamore]

requested by @rene-frog ❤ Hope you like it!

[ 🌈 part of the character x character or genderbent!character x mc requests🌈 ]

For Different Universe, Same Love content creation challenge, hosted by @queengiuliettafirstlady and me.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐔 ┅┅┅Lancelot x Jonah

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲

"Serving you is loving you, my King. Don't worry about me."

They do say that the Queen of Hearts becomes a different person around Lancelot. A smile that can make flowers bloom, honeyed voice; sharpened attentiveness... Yet Lancelot knows there's more behind that smile - something painful and bittersweet lingering beneath the surface. He's never been the one to mask his emotions all that well.

"Nonsense. You don't have to pretend you don't want our relationship officialized. Cease talking like an underling, Jonah. I've already told you how much more you are to me."

A system built on ages-old values and principles, the red army forbids the higher ranks from getting involved among themselves because of it potentially getting in the way of their respective duties. With the Clemence family already in the works of finding a suitable partner for the noble-blooded Queen, the secret love between him and Lancelot seems more and more ill-fated by the second.

The hitching breath inside Jonah's chest is all too obvious when Lancelot gets up from his chair to stand up tall in front of Jonah.

"If I have to dismiss you from your position, so be it. Nothing is getting in my way of making you mine, Jonah. No matter what anyone has to say about it."

The impact of Lancelot's words usually makes people feel those fright-born shivers all the way down their toes; for Jonah, it's the kiss that followed. A mere shadow of lips over his own, barely there, yet making their presence known. A comforting kiss. The caress of a mouth that Jonah cannot live without. A reminder of having to fight for what you love.

With new determination gleaming in Jonah's amber eyes, his gaze rises to meet Lancelot's again - and finds the man wearing a content smile.

"You'll always be my one and only Queen of Hearts."

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[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

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.

[spoopy-fish-writes]

Me friends: Oh, you wanna write a crack fic for em?

Me: What? Oh nah, bby, I'm serious. These bitches gay as shit n they need some silly little gay people things

[spopsys-archive]

<3 | ikemen revolution

<3 | Ray Blackwell

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Fenrir Godspeed

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Luka Clemence

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Sirius Oswald

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

- — — — <3

<3 | Seth Hyde

| More than anyone else

Comfort fic | Mentions of insecurity, loneliness

- — — — <3

<3 | Lancelot Kingsley

| Lost

Comfort fic | No TW

| MC who is a trained knight

Headcanon | Lancelot, Mitsunari, Hideyoshi and Napoleon (separate) | TW mentions of fighting

| Lancelot/ Jonalot comfort headcanon

Headcanon | Lancelot centric but Jonah x Lancelot | Platonic MC and Lancelot | TW mentions of self hatred

- — — — <3

<3 | Jonah Clemence

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

| Lancelot/ Jonalot comfort headcanon

Headcanon | Lancelot centric but Jonah x Lancelot | Platonic MC and Lancelot | TW mentions of self hatred

- — — — <3

<3 | Edgar Bright

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Zero

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Kyle Ash

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Blanc Lapin

| Perfect

Fluff fic | No TW

| One in the same

Fluff fic | TW mortality mentions, death mentions, illness mentions, injury mentions and some very minor angst relating to it

- — — — <3

<3 | Oliver Knight

| MC getting a dramatic haircut

Headcanon | Sirius, Fenrir, Jonah, and Oliver | No TW

| Simplistic/ non-materialistic MC who doesn’t care about money

Headcanon | Oliver, Comte, Jean, Masamune and Zero (separate) | TW insecurity

- — — — <3

<3 | Loki Genetta

| A few more minutes

Fluff fic | No TW

| The serenity of normalcy

Fluff fic | Harr x MC x Loki | TW Food mention, mention of choking on food

- — — — <3

<3 | Harr Silver

| The serenity of normalcy

Fluff fic | Harr x MC x Loki | TW Food mention, mention of choking on food

- — — — <3

<3 | Mousse Atlas

| Whoever you are

Angst fic | TW angst, pain, memory loss alluded to be as a result of repression/trauma, vague allusions to loss

- — — — <3

<3 | Dean Tweedle

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Dalim Tweedle

None yet

- — — — <3

<3 | Alice (MC)

| MC who's very uncomfortable around men

Headcanon | Mai and Alice (separate) | TW

- — — — <3

<3 | All

| Rating Ikerev characters based on clothing

No TW

| Chaotic war-freak teen MC

Headcanon | TW war/ fighting mentions

[mojamika]

worked hard in this event for this 😌✨

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

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.”

[yume-fanfare]

power couple

[heron-iles]

Lancelot was so tired that he didn’t waste time looking for a pillow

[jonalotweek]

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!

[salem-photoshops]

Jonalot #1

[isoldmysoultojonahclemence]

Jonalot Week Day 1

Affection

SUMMARY: Something that Jonah definitely did not expect was how affectionate Lancelot was.

Something that Jonah definitely did not expect was how affectionate Lancelot was.

Before their relationship, Lancelot had seemed almost a deity to Jonah. He was cold, stern, and awe-inspiring, someone who Jonah can proudly call his King but hesitate to even dare wish for something more. Even before Lancelot had become King, the distance between them seemed too vast to cross. Jonah would’ve never imagined that one day he’d wake up with strong arms around him, but there he was, under the thick red canopy, gazing upon his King’s sleepy face.

Months after the fall of Amon, Cradle began to slowly repair itself, and to Jonah’s joy, Lancelot did the same. He was as diligent in his work as ever, but something about him felt softer, and almost happier. The blood was back in his cheeks, and Jonah’s heart swelled whenever he looked at him.

But even with all these new changes, Lancelot’s confession, three months later, still came as a complete shock. Jonah had stood there, gaping, while Lancelot looked him in the eyes and poured out his heart. Years upon years of stolen glances, small touches, gentle words, all laid bare. He couldn’t speak for the longest time. It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real. And yet—

Lancelot’s soft snores caught, and Jonah knew his lover had woken up. He couldn’t stop a silly grin from splitting his face when Lancelot nuzzled into his hair.

“Good morning,” Jonah murmured.

“You could’ve woken me up,” Lancelot croaked, voice raspy from his slumber.

“I need to train the new recruits in an hour,” Jonah reminds him, regretfully extracting himself from Lancelot’s arms and sitting up. “You should rest, my King. Your meeting with the Red businessmen is not until 9.”

Slender fingers encircled his wrist before he could move to pull back the curtains of the canopy bed, and Jonah suddenly found himself to be within mere inches of Lancelot’s face. No words were necessary as Jonah leaned in and brushed his lip against Lancelot’s. He couldn’t help but let out a small breath of laughter as Lancelot huffed in frustration and tangled his fingers in Jonah’s hair, bringing him in for a proper kiss.

For a moment, Jonah basked in the attention of his King. The crimson curtains dimmed the shine of the sun, and the last vestiges of sleep urged Jonah to return to Lancelot’s arms. However, he broke off the kiss, all too soon, and smiled as the King chased his lips.

“Join me for lunch today, my King?” And we can continue then.

Jonah knew what the answer would be before Lancelot even opened his mouth, but he still swelled with happiness when Lancelot assented.

After taking one more look at Lancelot, at ruffled hair and lazy eyes, Jonah pulled back the curtains and faced the new day.

.

Jonah knocked thrice on the heavy doors, and pushed it open after hearing Lancelot’s voice, telling him to come in. His King’s brows were furrowed, as they often did when he was concentrating, but they relaxed after seeing the familiar figure of his Queen, standing in the doorway.

“Pardon me,” Jonah spoke as he walked towards the desk, glancing at the pile of documents sitting beside the King. “But I was wondering if I could accompany you to lunch.”

Lancelot leaned across the table and took Jonah’s hand in his, before looking up with keen eyes, “I thought I told you that you didn’t need to bother with the pleasantries.”

Jonah opened his mouth to apologize on instinct, but caught himself just in time. The transition from Queen to lover hadn’t been easy. In the first few months, Jonah had apologized for every word out of turn, fearful of stepping too far. But Lancelot had been patient, and eventually, Jonah stopped shying away from any form of intimacy with his King. Now, in fact, he has begun to crave it. “Is that a no, then?” he asked, looking at Lancelot through his eyelashes.

Lancelot’s lips curved, “Of course not.”

He placed his quill down, and released Jonah’s hand to stand and walk around the desk. Biting his lips, Jonah waited until Lancelot was next to him to reach out and take his hand again.

Lancelot stared down at their intertwined fingers, pleasantly surprised, and Jonah flushed but didn’t let go. He led his King to the dining room like this, grateful for the lack of soldiers in the hallways at this time to see them like this. The soldiers had a separate mess hall from the Chosen 13, and Jonah fully expected an empty dining room. But, of course—

“My, this is certainly a delightful sight,” a familiar, far-too-amused voice came from the corner of the room. Jonah scowled at the Jack, who had a plate of cake sitting before him. Now that they had an audience, Jonah attempted to free his fingers from Lancelot’s, but Lancelot held on tight.

“I didn’t expect you two to be here,” Lancelot said, taking a seat gracefully. Jonah did the same, albeit still glaring at Edgar.

“My dear protégé asked me to spar with him, and I simply couldn’t refuse,” Edgar told them, taking a bite from his cake. “We were a tad late coming back.”

“Where’s Zero, then?” Jonah asked with a frown. “He hasn’t been missing meals, has he?”

“He finished his only moments before your arrival,” Edgar said. “But I’ll certainly tell him how worried you were for him.”

Jonah sniffed. “I wasn’t worried.”

“Naturally,” Edgar smirked. He placed his fork down and stood up. “Well, if I weren’t full before this delicious display of affection, I certainly am now. I’ll see you two tonight for the meeting.”

With that, Edgar left the dining room, leaving the King behind to calm the indignant Queen.

.

To Jonah’s surprise, as he stumbled, exhausted, from the bathroom and into his bedroom at night, he found Lancelot sitting on his armchair, with a book open on his lap and a macaron in his hand.

Lancelot glanced up, and the concern is apparent in his eyes. He set the book and macaron down onto the table, and beckoned Jonah over. Jonah squared his shoulders, and blinked the fatigue away as he walked over to his King. Lancelot looped an arm around his waist, and pulled him forward. Startled, Jonah’s hands shot out to grip Lancelot’s shoulder as he straddled Lancelot’s lap.

From this angle, Jonah has to look down to see his King. It was strange, because Jonah always had to tilt his head up slightly to look Lancelot in the eyes, but he didn’t dislike it.

“Tired?” Lancelot asked.

Jonah nodded, fingers toying with strands of golden hair at the nape of his neck.

Lancelot’s hands moved from his waist to his thighs as he stood up, carrying Jonah with him. He set Jonah down gently on the white sheets before climbing on the bed with him, pulling the sheets over them both. With a flash of red eyes, the magic stones in the lamps turned off, leaving the room in utter darkness.

As he felt strong arms wrap around him and a warm body press against his back, Jonah couldn’t help it—he let out a small breath of laughter.

“What do you find so funny?” Lancelot asked. Jonah didn’t need to see him to see the bemused smile on his lips.

Jonah shrugged, “It’s just that…I would’ve never imagined you to be so affectionate, my King.”

He felt Lancelot’s arms tighten around his middle briefly, and Lancelot fell silent, as if he was thinking about how to say something. Jonah let the silence settle in around them, waiting patiently for Lancelot to gather his thoughts.

“I didn’t want to give you any hope,” Lancelot whispered at last. “I knew that you loved me, but before I became King I thought that it would be impossible for two men of our station to be intimate, and after Amon, I didn’t want you to be put into danger. But when I defeated Amon, after being under his control for so long, I realized something. I realized that if I could stand against Amon to protect what I love, then I can stand against the world if it means having you.”

Jonah twisted around in Lancelot’s arms. The moonlight, peeking through the cracks of his curtains, allowed him to meet Lancelot’s glistening blue eyes.  He didn’t say anything. There was nothing that needed to be said. He only kissed Lancelot gently once. Then again. And again.

“I love you,” Jonah murmured, somewhere in between.

“I love you, too,” Lancelot breathed back.

And Jonah smiled, and tangled his fingers in golden locks as he basked in the affection of his King.

FIN.

[spoopy-fish-writes]

—Random Lancelot/Jonalot comfort headcanon

Suitor(s): Lancelot and Jonah

TW: Mentions of self hatred

Notes: MC and Lancelot is platonic || Lancelot/ Jonalot headcanon because Ikerev really doesn't get as much love as it should and because exam anxiety is apparently a very good source of inspiration

Lance sometimes, not very often but sometimes, feels really insecure about his red eyes when he uses magic

As much as he outwardly portrays that he's fine with being perceived as a monster, being portrayed as nothing but a cold-blooded killer who lives only to lead and destroy, a part of him hates that people don't see him as the leader he wishes he could be

One that they can trust and be comfortable with and seeing those red eyes just makes him think that all of those people are right

So, some days, after he's used magic, he refuses to even look at himself in the mirror for fear of seeing red eyes and being reminded of the monster that he has forced himself to become, or, more accurately, act as

Because of this, on these days, Jonah will come and help him with a while self care routine set up

He won't force Lance but he'll knock on his door and then leave a basket of products and instructions outside his room, even sometimes putting blue contacts in the basket so he can make sure that Lance knows that he won't see red eyes when he looks into the mirror

He'll be hesitant about it, but he likes to ask you for help with this routine because, more often than not, he will use the products and follow the instructions that Jonah has left him. He doesn’t want to ask Jonah for fear of him accidentally exposing to him a side he doesn’t want anyone seeing

He knows that neither of you will push but he knows that he’s much less likely to break with you around. Its much more difficult to stay composed around someone who’s known you and your moods for several years

Having you there with him and reassuring him that there is nothing for you to fear from him is comforting, especially when he can feel your hands almost cleansing away the feeling of self hatred that clings to him

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[pianoperson]

Oh great, another idea

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*

[laineclemence]

An AU where Jonah and Sirius were fighting for Lancelot instead of Alice and.... Lancelot choose Harr over them to be his dance partner. LOL😂

[mojamika]

The Sweet Ending was indeed sweet ( ；∀；)

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Beloved (Lancelot Kingsley/Jonah Clemence)

Summary: Lancelot has always wanted to try a pet name since hearing the Queen of Spades use one for his lady.

Pairing: Jonah Clemence/Lancelot Kingsley

Count: 501 words.

Rating: General

Warnings: None.

For Day 7 – Free Day, we’re going to call it Pet Names, at the suggestion of one of my JonaLot shipping friends! I hope you have enjoyed these fics throughout the week – thank you for your interest and support all week, I appreciate it so much!

“Beloved.”

Jonah froze from where he was seated at the vanity, brushing the bedhead out of his hair. A word that he had never expected to fall from Lancelot’s lips had just crossed into the typical silence of their morning routine, uttered as Lancelot turned from buttoning up his crimson shirt.

The silence that followed practically begged for a response. Turning, Jonah raised a curious eyebrow toward Lancelot. “Yes, Lancelot?”

The response appeared to satisfy him, a small smile rising to his lips. “That name suits you best.”

“Compared to what? And this is rather out of the blue. Where did the urge to call me something like that come from?”

The follow-up seemed to be the wrong response, as Lancelot shut his lips again and did not speak for several moments as he tucked in his shirt and shrugged his jacket on. But as he buttoned it up and attached the golden pin and chain to his lapel, he answered:

“Because Sirius has one for his significant other.”

“So why do I need one?”

Lancelot mulled on that for a moment more. Jonah found himself impressed at the apparent dedication and thought Lancelot had been putting toward this topic – briefly wondering how long it had been eating at him for.

“Because we work so closely together when we are working as the King and Queen of Hearts,” Lancelot finally said, his tone firm and assured. “But after work, I want to convey my love to you in a manner separate from work. So because I have always called you by your name, I feel as if I should use something else when we are not busy managing the army. The mere use of your name is not enough for me, I believe. Not anymore.”

Jonah only stared, the brush in his hand long forgotten as Lancelot stepped down, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Jonah’s head.

“I do not expect you to call me anything in return, but I would like to ask that you allow me this one small pleasure, beloved.”

The name came again, dropped at the end of a sentence with an affectionate touch. Upon hearing it in such a way, Jonah knew then he was powerless against it.

“I would never want to deny you anything, my King,” Jonah responded, standing from the stool and pressing a kiss to Lancelot’s cheek. “Besides, I could get used to it, in time! You never know.”

Lancelot smiled, moving to kiss Jonah proper as his hand took the brush from Jonah’s fingers. “And I appreciate you very much for saying so. Now, sit back down. I want to try to do your hair again.”

“Huh? Again? But you did it yesterday! I can’t ask you to do it again, Lancelot!”

“I want to.”

Such a simple response was given with no room to refuse or deny, so Jonah huffed and sat back down again. “Just don’t tug too hard.”

“I promise you I will not.”