#knight riftan

[m-ayo-o]

knight & royal

18+ Riftan Calypse is left a little worse for wear after receiving treatment from his princess wc 790 selfshiptember; 13

[au: Riftan ~ regular knight/regular as 6ft 5 perfection can get] was trying to write Megumi. this damn man just wouldn’t stay out of my head. prolly not super accurate just Riftan lovin

You realise the ‘soft spot’ you have for one of your royal knights is quickly spiralling into a full blown crush when he arrives back after a long expedition.

He’s all roughed up, and you just want to rush to his side.

You try to maintain your composure, but internally you’re screaming– one, because you’re overjoyed that he’s back within the safety of the castle walls. Two, because he looks awful, so cut up and bloody, like you’ve never seen him before.

You can’t resist the urge to seek him out, stepping into the medical unit where there are several nurses tending to the knight’s wounds.

Including his.

You’re already making a scene just in being here, but when you approach the nurse and politely ask if you can take over she’s reduced to a blubbering mess. You just quiet her down and instruct her to look after the other men.

So you continue where she left off, washing, bandaging and dressing his wounds silently, carefully, precisely.

The other knights and nurses have long gone as you finish up the last bandage.

He admires your work, exclaiming that you’ve done a much better job than the nurses usually do, commenting on your advanced healing technique you learned from the kingdom’s wizard. 

You agree that you’ll take over tending his wounds every time he returns from battle, once again expressing how glad you are that he’s back before taking your leave.

⋆⁺₊⋆

Despite all your due care and attention to his wounds, you fail to notice the state you leave your Knight in.

He all but hobbles to his barracks, stumbling into his private room like some drunken fool.

All his armour is long gone, now he’s quickly stripping away his loose, cotton attire to release his burning, hot body.

You healed him, but left him aching; in his chest, in the pit of his stomach, in his throbbing, hard cock.

He feels the all consuming desire to grab and squeeze himself till he’s cumming to the thought of you.

But he can’t.

You’re his devoted royal, his princess, the reason he fights.

And he’s your knight; loyal, dependable, honourable.

But there’s absolutely nothing honourable about what’s passing through his mind right now.

He’s finally naked, lying on his bed, feeling the ache from the base, right to the tip of his erection.

“ugh–” he brings a hand over his eyes as if he could make the images of you disappear, his chiselled, handsome face covered in such a pretty blush.

He’s so glad you can’t see him right now.

What a mess you’ve made of him.

And so he lies there. Uncomfortable. Undecided. Waiting.

He’s bathed, he’s shaved, he’s eaten, he even attempted to cut his own hair– after being away for so long these things get out of hand.

But nothing is working.

Nothing can distract him from the thought of you.

So he takes to his bed again, feeling rested and cared for in every way, save for one.

But now he’s ready for a deep slumber, his eyes drowsy, his mind fogging as sleep claims him.

Only to dream of you knocking on his door and entering his room, touching him like you were before, your beautiful hands all over his scarred, muscular figure.

His subconscious treats him well, taking those innocent images of you and making them indecent, your clothes vanishing to reveal those perky, sweet breasts he’s never seen, your lips finding his in a kiss that feels simultaneously familiar and unknown.

It’s feverish, a cruel taunt to the steely resolve of his conscious mind.

But you let him fuck you like he hopes you would; taking all of him, rough and hard.

His hands roam over your dreamy figure, squeezing and caressing where possible while he takes you.

He cums so hard it wakes him, feeling the sticky liquid over his abs and sheets.

He sighs and returns to sleep, your images leaving him till morning.

⋆⁺₊⋆

You’re still reeling from how cowardly you behaved last night, leaving his side, unable to tell him how you truly feel.

Upon returning to the comforts of your bedroom, every thought was invaded by him, your head spinning with images of his gorgeous, tanned body, his thankful smile… until you couldn’t take it, your fingers finding your soft little bud that you’ve touched too many times to the thought of him.

And you came undone with his beautiful features in your head; those narrow eyes, his jaw, that mess of raven hair.

Everything about him drove you to reach an orgasm so perfect it made you shudder and gasp his name.

How will you be able to look your sweet Knight in the eyes?

Will you ever be able to confess?

selfshiptember 13!! likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[ellery-six]

You tried, Riftan 🤷‍♀️ . . I was so excited to hear that Under the Oak Tree will be printed as a proper book in English next year, I had to another #utot picture! I can’t wait!

[ryohamu]

Polaroids of the remdragon knights!

I'm debuting this at sakuracon! You can find me at 2542 as part of Raise It Up Studio!

[misocaai]

Commander overlooking training~ //black v. two moods: super scary or super handsome,,, side profiles are so hard but I got the hang of keeping his distinct features consistent in my drawings also on the right is what I think he'd look like horseback riding, I'm really proud of the hair and how I rendered his face~✌

[duvetdaybooks]

One of my favourite funny parts from under the oak tree webtoon is where Riftan is in a super bad mood while training with the remdragon knights and as soon as he spots Maxi his mood instantly changes. That flower boinking of the knights head just gets me every time (yes I’m easily amused)! The knights are like what the actual eff???!

[mamiferoaquaticoprehistorico]

Spoilers for book 2 part 1 (ch 1 to 40)

After book 1 being basically Riftan saying "let me smash" to Maxi (and smashing a lot), we now have book 2, where Maxi is the one saying "let me smash" to Riftan (who is ignoring her because he basically wants to smash too much?! Lol only those two jc)

[princessofthewicked]

hi, can anyone tell me where can i read the season 2 of Under The Oak Tree? I just finished all five books of Season 1 and I have this urge to turn into a werewolf if i don't get the english translation of UTOT soon enough. thank you!!

[webtoon9715]

Go Riftan, kiss her ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Webtoon name: Under the oak tree (상수리나무 아래)

[ishaslife]

Unbroken Oaths: Chapter 2 now up on Ao3

The second chapter is now available to read here.

[silentart]

[m-ayo-o]

time swap

18+ smutty // Riftan is your modern day boyfriend ~ you go back in time together to experience life as his princess wc 590 selfshiptember; 25

who else can easily self insert with maxi...

Being dragged back in time to an era filled with knights, dragons and wizards is just about mind boggling enough– let alone trying to remember all of the rules and etiquette that have suddenly been imposed upon you.

As a woman of the modern world, you’re used to doing whatever you want, whenever you want. You have freedoms and rights and can follow your own will and whimsy. It helps that you’re confident and have the ability to defend yourself in dangerous situations. But you’re used to being undeniably independent. And strong.

Now, after following your boyfriend back to his era, you’ve found yourself surrounded by maids, servants, assistants, cooks, butlers– endless people babying you.

They tend to your every need, from the moment you wake, getting you dressed in the ridiculous corsets and gowns, to eating, drinking, bathing, sleeping– you can barely breathe on your own.

And that’s just the castle personnel.

Now you’re here, you can see where Riftan’s ‘old fashioned’ tendencies stem from.

Here, his possessive nature is spiralling out of control. You understand that he’s your knight, your husband, sworn to protect and serve, but he doesn’t forgo any of the formalities. 

And he’s become ever so strict.

He chastises you for wanting to leave the castle by yourself like it’s some kind of crazy idea.

“No. That’s dangerous. And you can’t go out like that.” He eyes the simple frock you’re wearing as you look down over yourself.

He has the maids dress you then finally allows you to leave with your arm wrapped around his, escorting you through the busy streets.

He seems even more agitated during functions and parties that are filled with royals, noblemen and knights.

Even if you open your mouth to speak to the wrong person, he’s tugging you away and keeping you to himself. He won’t leave your side all night.

Those are some of the more suffocating behaviours that have come to light– but there are others that you could get used to.

When disembarking a carriage, for example, he will not allow you to step off by yourself. He opens the door, takes your hand and guides you down the steps. If the weather is bad he won’t even permit you to set foot on the damp, muddy ground. You will be carried.

But what really gets you is the way he greets you.

It’s the same in public, in private, wherever you are and whoever you’re with.

He lowers his head in a bow, muttering ‘my princess’ and brushing feather light kisses over your fingers.

And if he’s missed you it gets even better.

He kneels before you.

He presses his head into your tummy while you stroke his hair, nervously looking round at all the servants dashing away and sparing fleeting glances at the two of you.

“Riftan,” you tilt his chin up, “don’t you think this is– ah, too much?”

“No,” he grumbles and gives you a stern look, finally standing and taking your hand, pulling you up the stairs to your private wing.

He may be the perfect gentleman during the day, however, when he gets you behind your bedroom door that is soon to change.

His chivalrous behaviour falls away with your clothes, leaving you exposed but finally able to breathe. 

He covers your body in kisses, showing his true nature when he sinks his teeth into your soft skin.

He dips his head lower, all of his rules to keep you safe and protected being cast aside when he finally hears you moan.

selfshiptember 25!

likes, comments + reblogs appreciated! <3

[ellery-six]

Come on, girl - it’s been like ten days (or ten minutes, or something 🤭)!

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My original intention for this post was just the first panel (it was supposed to be something lovely and sentimental) but as I was working on it, things took a degenerative turn 🤭 most of you should know what I’m like by now 🙂🤭

Anyway, I love this book series! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[storiedhistories]

@missallanea asked: ❛ don’t yell at me . ❜ / maxi to riftan

When he had seen how far over the balcony she'd been leaning, Riftan's heart had leapt into his throat. He had rushed over to Maxi, pulling her away from the edge back inside, even as he snapped about how stupid she was to do such a thing.

He'd been about to add something about how it was an especially terrible idea in the dress she was wearing today, with how long and heavy the sleeves where, when she spoke up, telling him not to yell at her.

Anything he'd been going to say died instantly as he realized that yes, he had very much been yelling. And not only that, he'd said that she was stupid. He had let his fear get the better of him, and he had berated her, letting his fear control him. Because when he was frightened, he often sounded angry.

He also realizes he had hold of her and his hands drop to his sides immediately. By pulling her away from the edge of the balcony and by yelling at her, he'd probably hurt her more than she would have been hurt if he'd just…..stayed where he was.

"I….didn't mean to yell," he admits, his voice soft, his eyes on the floor. "I thought you were going to fall."

[misocaai]

Commander overlooking training~ //white v. recent chapter made me imagine how cool he probably looks when training his knights,,,

[duvetdaybooks]

I really like the artwork from under the oak tree webtoon on manta. These really caught my eye from season 2 episode 60

[missallanea-archive]

@storiedhistories: ❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜ [ Riftan to Maxi]

Ah--?!

Maximilian had been watching from over Rem's stall, unknowingly staring a bit too intently at the way that Riftan stroked down Talon's broad muzzle, the careful attention that he showed his animal companion. It was a silly, stupid thing, to be jealous of an animal... but there was something in the way that her husband was being so attentive that made that strange little beast awaken inside of her. Envy at another creature for getting his attention in such a way.

It appeared her own intense stare had not gone unnoticed, and when she didn't immediately reply with what she was thinking, Riftan seemingly read her mind. A deep flush spread across her skin, her ears practically burning as she sputtered, "N-nonsense! Th-that w-would be... r-ridiculous... B-besides, I w-was... just paying attention t-to Rem, is all..."

As if to punctuate her embarassment, her own horse promptly flicked her tail into Maxi's face.

an assortment of dialogue prompts