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moonlightisdancing · 5 months ago

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Grá Rúnda/ j.t.k

Pairing: au!Jake Kiszka x f!Reader

Word count: 4k

Warnings: NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI. Contains: arguing, angry grabbing/mentions bruises, unprotected sex, mentions/alludes to a lot of death (not in immense detail), mentions burning at the stake, fire used as a weapon/burning structures, public execution/murder, blood, severe injuries, death of an animal

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“You promised me we would be safe.” You couldn’t help but to shake, grasping the leather book in your hands.

“Y/n, we will be safe, but in order for that to happen we need to go. Now.” Jacob brushed past you, gathering a small sack of some essentials. Preserved meats he must have prepared earlier on his own, a couple books, his mandolin and a guitar. His free hand wrapped around your forearm as he tried guiding you towards the door. You planted your feet and pouted as you tried fighting against him, waiting for him to answer you although you never asked a question. Why did he lie?

“Do you want us to die here, Y/n? Is that what you want?” He snapped and pulled your arm much harder than you anticipated, the area where his fingers dug into your skin beginning to sting. Tears swelled in your eyes as you looked at him pleadingly. The man that stood before you was not the man you’d fallen in love with summers ago, but instead showing his true colors of a monster. Someone who was willing to hurt you physically and emotionally was not someone worth your time, you knew that. So why did you feel inclined to follow him again?

“You promised me-”

“Listen, either you can come with me and live or you can run the risk of dying in this cabin. There’s no time to argue.” His grip loosened enough for you to pull your arm against your side, replacing where his hand squeezed with your own. Your arm was sensitive to the touch, and you were certain you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingers adorning your skin.

Words evaded you, if you spoke you’d cry and you didn’t want to look weak in front of him. Instead, you nod in agreement, reaching your hand for his. Even if he could not offer gentle love, you could. Jacob took your hand, mindful of the strength behind the pull as he led you outside to Seraphina. The entire time Jacob was untying her she seemed on edge, like she’d seen something. Jacob helped you up before following after, positioning himself behind you. His arms rested against your waist as he reached for the reins. He sat seemingly closer than last time, his arms tighter against your sides and his groin pressing hard into your back. That warm feeling found a home in you again, his body against yours ridding you of the emotions that resided not too long ago.

“Where are we going?” The question barely escaped your lips. Ignorance truly was bliss sometimes.

“Back to my first cabin.”

“Where they found you before? Do you not think they’ll search there first, Jacob?” Daggers. Every inch of your chest felt like it had been impaled by daggers. You were doomed. Jacob was doomed. The air grew a sweet smell as it cascaded over the forest, so sweet your stomach churned. Having seen your share of people burned at the stake, you knew that smell distinctly to be flesh.

“Those men don’t bother checking anywhere twice. Besides, it’s been five years. They couldn’t catch me then, they will not catch me now.”

The rest of the ride was silent, your hands gently against either side of Seraphina’s neck as you tried to ignore the feeling swelling inside. Too many emotions that shouldn’t mix had done exactly that as a mixture of guilt, fear, and oddly arousal swarmed around one another in confusion. Jacob had been mumbling under his breath, guiding his trusty mare down unworn paths. You started to wonder if he knew where he was going or if he was simply running. That was until you bestowed your eyes upon another cabin in the woods.

This one seemed significantly less structurally sound than the last, but it still had four walls. Jacob slowed Seraphina down next to a post next to the door. It was about the only piece of this building you felt would survive a wind storm. You sat and stared at the walls before you as Jacob tied Seraphina up once again. Every thought seemed to run through your mind as your eyes studied the worn wood, but you tried not to latch onto any of them. Worry did no good, and while you found comfort in planning ahead you knew this was different. There was no planning ahead, simply playing it by ear. The sickeningly sweet scent never left the air as your mind wandered to images of those people at the stake. Images you tried desperately to forget, but allowed to jolt you awake some nights. Jacob’s hand on your knee pulled you from the depths of your mind, his fingers gently against your skin.

“We should go inside. We need a plan and to rest.” His childlike demeanor and whimsy was no longer present in his voice, instead replaced with a serious and demanding tone. Again, words couldn’t form as you stared at him and nodded, using his shoulders to help you down.

Inside was almost exactly what you expected, being almost the same as the other. The fireplace was smaller and the room lacked shelves and a desk. There only resided a small bed, the fireplace, and a stack of firewood.

I will build you a kingdom wherever we go.

Your kingdom surely hadn’t been built in one day, and while you tried to be optimistic, you felt more hopeless than anything. But you love Jacob, and for that love you’d endure anything.

“Come, sit.” Jacob pointed towards the fireplace and waited for you to sit beside him before lighting the wood. You wanted to ask so many questions, but in the same breath you wanted silence. Ignorance truly was bliss.

“Tell me the truth, Jacob. Why did you run from Dinaria?” Your hand gripped his tightly in fear of his response. It was no secret he’d seen you read his journal, he had no choice but to tell the truth.

“My father,” He sighed, turning to face you. “My father is the king of Dinaria.”

Your heart sank. Part of you found a glimmer of hope. If Jacob was a prince by blood, maybe, just maybe, he could be your groom. Dinaria was known to have a wealthy royal family, even the kingdom thrived up until that outer circle closest to the woods. But those not rich in coin were rich in knowledge and trade, which was admirable in and of itself.

“So you are a prince?” You asked, tilting your head suggestively at him.

“I guess, well, not really anymore. I was banished from the castle after overhearing my father’s plans. My cousin took my spot, and I took his. My rules were simply to stay in Dinaria and sing to those in the town, or die. Hence they came looking for me when I ran, but gave up when they couldn’t catch me.”

Too much. It was too much. Not only for little Jacob to have suffered such horrible trauma, but to hear his voice tremble as he told his story. For a fleeting moment you wished to go back in time and hold him, telling him it would be okay. You wanted to protect little Jacob. He watched your face as you digested the information he’d fed you, waiting for any response. The words finally came as you felt color creep back into your face.

“What were his plans?” Your voice was hesitant but eager.

“To kill King Emyr, the royal family, and as many people of Novaria as he could. A war if you will.”

As quick as the color found your cheeks, it quickly disappeared again.

“King Kenric is a greedy bastard. He wants to expand Dinaria in order for the kingdom to live more lavishly. It was to happen when you married Prince Darian, so I killed him.”

“You killed Darian?”

“My father knows marriage entails not only the entire royal family, but the kingdom, too. The less people in his way, the better. If there was no wedding, there was no attack. I killed Darian to save you, Princess Y/n.”

You pulled your hand away from Jacob’s, rubbing your eyes with the balls of your hands in attempts to hide the tears pooling in your eyes. Jacob reached his arm around your hunched body as you attempted to muffle soft cries.

“I’ve been visiting you for all these years so I could save you. The first time I laid my eyes on you, you were so gorgeous and kind… Well, I fell in love right there.”

“What if they catch us? We’ll never see each other again and I-”

He hushes your worries with a gentle kiss on the lips. You inhale deeply, taking in everything that was him. You nimble fingers crawl their way up the front of his tunic, pressing against the bare skin of his stomach and chest. His skin is always so warm, a warmth you know you’d not be able to live without when your father’s men inevitably found him.

Jacob slowly laid you back against the floor, the fire still burning hot next to your bodies as his hands explored your skin. You knew what you wanted, and hoping he wanted the same you broke the kiss.

“Can we have sex again? Just in case?” You mumble into his neck, trying to avoid the tears threatening to rip through your chest. He knew what you meant by just in case.

Based on the smell lingering deep in the forest, you both knew tomorrow was not promised. Jacob nods and pulls you closer to him, giving into your desires presumably one last time.

Jacob was gentle, his fingers softly resting against your supple skin. He sucked and kissed your neck until it turned shades of blue and purple, tender to the touch each time his lips returned to kiss you. His mouth explored your body more than before, paying homage to places you didn’t know existed. If his length wasn’t busy working you down to nothing, his mouth was, aiding in a session much longer than last night’s. But as all good things, this too had to end.

The fire was long gone as he hitched your leg up over his hip. Impeccable performance for the lack of light if you had to say. You weren’t sure you could move so confidently in the dark, so you let him take control of where your bodies went. Your fingers were pressed deeply into his shoulders as his hips snapped against yours. Pleasure washed over you countless times tonight, yet he still hadn’t himself found release. You knew better than to ask, he was the experienced one. Jacob’s pace hadn’t let up, that was until your center squeezed around him one last time. He buried himself so deep it felt you’d become one, only furthered when his release coated your insides, and for the first time in five years you felt you could keep him safe. If it weren’t for him stifling a sniffle, you’d have started crying yourself.

“Jacob?” You softly whispered, pressing your palm against the cheek not against your bare chest. Your fingers reached to tuck his hair behind his ear, lingering to rub his lobe between your thumb and forefinger. He was still buried inside of you, his fingertips against your ribs as he laid against your breasts and cried.

“I don’t want to lose you, Y/n. I love you.”

»»———-　Dinaria　———-««

The kingdom that was always filled with joyous laughter and simple songs filling the air would soon be engulfed in fire if Torsten and his troop didn’t find Jacob. The children and their mothers stood watching as their homes were burned to the ground, pleading for it to end. For rain to fall and save their homes. The rain never came, and neither did empathy from Torsten’s men. They seemed to derive a level of pleasure from the torment.

“Where’s the fucking bard?” Torsten grabbed the back of a man’s tunic, holding him tight against his chest. The man barely pointed to one of the last standing houses to the left. Torsten asked no further questions, throwing the man to the ground as he led his men and horses the short distance to the worn down tan structure.

He hadn’t bothered to use words, forcing his way into the bard’s home, the door nearly splintering in the process. Torsten was filled with even more rage than before upon entering, being met with an elderly man sitting at a table. He’s drinking tea and reading a book, looking seemingly unbothered by the torture and death of many civilians. He places his book down and takes one more sip of his tea before sighing heavily.

“A knock would have sufficed. Can I help you with something?” The bard pushed himself up out of his chair, Torsten’s men readying to attack.

“Where is your son?” Torsten gritted.

“What is this son you speak of? I only have a nephew.”

“So the brown-haired boy is your responsibility?”

“He ran away years ago after being banned from the castle. Once King Kenric sent his men to find Jacob and came back empty handed, we presumed he was dead. Gone from the elements before becoming one himself. If you want more information, it’s best you talk to the king.”

“And who have I had the absolute pleasure of speaking to?”

“Thomas, and while you’re at the castle…” Another deep sigh was pulled from Thomas’s chest, a noticeable hesitation before he finished his thought. “Tell my brother he will pay for what he’s done. To me, to Jacob, to this kingdom. He will pay.” There was venom laced through the word ‘brother’ as it left Thomas’s lips.

Torsten stood in complete shock over a simple word, brother, as he tried grasping what Thomas had said. The king hadn’t had a brother, at least not one anyone knew of. If Jacob was in fact the bard’s nephew, and the king was his brother then that meant… It all clicked for Torsten as he simply nodded and exited Thomas’s home.

“We will rest here tonight. Tomorrow we will go straight to the king and demand-”

“But what if something happens to Princess Y/n?” A squeaky voice coming from an equally scrawny man emerged from the middle of Torsten’s army.

“Do you dare question my plans?” Torsten pushed his way through the crowd, gripping one of the soldier’s shoulders. With swift action, Torsten pulls his blade and rams it full force into the man’s chest. The sea of people watched as the soldier’s skin grew pale, blood pooling in the corners of his mouth. There was no time for him to cry for help, or to plead for forgiveness. Torsten was sure to make death the young soldier’s only option.

“Now does anyone else have any objections?” Torsten asked loudly, removing the sword from the man’s body and wiping the blood in the grass. He took silence as a response, surely nobody would be unwise enough to speak against him. “Good. Now find somewhere to rest. Take what is yours for our troubles. We will pay King Kenric a visit tomorrow regarding his son.”

The night was spent filled with torture for the people of Dinaria. The innocent faces saw more fire in mere hours as opposed to their entire lives. Everything they had was lost to the fire. Their families and homes of which some spent their lives building. The people of Dinaria suffered things no human should endure, and yet nobody came to help, not even their king. It was surprising nobody came to see what the ruckus was about, perhaps nobody cared had it not pertained to the king.

Torsten and his army made their way to the castle after a night of torture and destruction, leaving the townspeople with nothing, not even hope. Upon arrival, Torsten instructed his men to kill the guards at the gate and storm the castle. It was all too easy, surely some sort of trap. Nobody’s castle would be so terribly guarded, no king would ignore the cries of their people. Yet there he sat in his throne room, King Kenric, in all his bastardous glory.

“I’ve been waiting for you.” His knowing voice echoes against the walls, drawing the men to attention. Word traveled fast, it was no surprise King Kenric knew what was coming his way.

“Where is he?” Torsten demanded.

“Don’t you think if I knew, he’d be dead already? He is a danger to others, and he is a danger to my people.”

“If you cared about your people, you would have saved them in our search.”

“They should have complied. I do not wish to protect the lives of those who cannot follow simple instructions. They will ruin the plans for this kingdom with defiance.” King Kenric stood from his throne and stood before Torsten. “Jacob will ruin my plans with defiance. A defiant shit like him should not get to live. There’s one last place we’ve seen him, perhaps that will aid in your searches. If you wish to continue living, you bring his head back to me on a stick as forgiveness for what you did to my people.”

»»———-　Jacob’s Cabin　———-««

“There’s a little town on the other side of Novaria. If we come up around here…” Jacob traced coal around his makeshift map along the borders of Dinaria, looping around Novaria until he reached the town with no name. “We can make it without being caught. The borders of Dinaria aren’t guarded, they expect the poor to take the brunt of any attack and then act accordingly.”

“This little town won’t be looking for you, too?”

“They never asked my name. Besides, the last time they saw me my hair wasn’t even past my ears.” He reached over to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “I promise we’ll be okay, Y/n. I would never let someone or something hurt you.”

“But what about you?” Your fists grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him away from his task at hand.

“I told you my life was a price I’d pay. But I also recall telling you we won’t get caught, so we should get going before the sun’s up too high.”

Looking out to the pink and orange hues stretching across the horizon behind the blanket of trees, you could only imagine being home in your castle with Jacob behind you. The thought of standing in the French windows with his arms around your torso, and chin perched on your shoulder tugged your heart strings. Reality settled in quickly as Jacob rested a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. Your body still felt sore from last night, the feeling of his lips and fingers lingering on your skin long after.

Jacob finished packing up essentials, encouraging you to do the same. There wasn’t much for you to grab, or even want, though. You settled on the books he brought before that he decided to leave behind for this next venture. The moment you stepped outdoors, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over you. Something wasn’t right. Something told you to bring Jacob with you and go home to the castle. Perhaps telling your father what truly happened, that Jacob was a prince, just maybe you could convince your father to spare him. If your father heard King Kenric’s plans for the expansion of Dinaria, maybe he’d understand. It felt like the only right option. Continuing to run not only put Jacob’s life on the line, but yours.

“Do you think we should go to Novaria? If we tell my father he might-”

“Y/n,” Jacob sighed as he placed a hand on your shoulder. “If we return to Novaria I will die on sight. We need to get to that town and change our looks to buy some time.”

You nod to indicate you understand and Jacob moves his hand down, locking his fingers with yours. He gathers his bags and leads you outside, again helping you mount Seraphina. You’ve ridden horseback more times in two days than you have in your entire life, typically they just carried the carriage you were in.

Jake’s POV

Y/n’s silence was maddening. Usually she had questions about the flowers or birds, anything other than nothing. You knew she was scared, truth be told you were, too. The difference between the two of you, while both scared of the same thing, only you were at risk of losing your life.

The sweet burning smell had dissipated since last night, only giving you little hope for the people back home. While you hated your father and what he’d done to Dinaria, you still had great love for the people. Your people. It isn’t their fault your father can’t run his own kingdom, yet they still suffered for his actions. Someway, somehow, you knew he would be blaming you for all of this.

Finally riding the edge of Dinaria meant a mere hour left of the journey to the unknown town. Each minute closer you prayed. Prayed for them to have forgotten you, for nobody to find you, for the safety of your girls. You would never forgive yourself if something happened to Seraphina or Y/n, the two of them being the only family you had. Not much time passed before you heard the echo of more feet, Y/n heard them, too. She turned to look at you, fear and tears in her eyes.

“Jacob…” She whispered with a shaky voice.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay. Nothing’s going to hurt you.” You ensured, letting one hand free to tap Seraphina, encouraging her to speed up.

No matter how fast her legs went, she couldn’t help the fact that troops of men were closing in. They had come from all angles, flanking you and your girls. There was nowhere to run, every direction stood a man more prepared for a battle than you were. Having noticed that, and still a decent distance away, you chose to keep running anyways. You wouldn’t give up that easily, especially knowing what would happen if you did. Reality was quick to settle in, you could not continue to run with Y/n, but you would try.

Trying let you nowhere as the men began screaming, scaring Seraphina until she began to buck. You hear the hooves of a dozen horses close in accompanied by a whoosh in the air. Seraphina’s bucking comes to an end as a sharp sting grows painful in your thigh. She makes a noise you’ve never heard her make before, but one you know to be of pain. You knew what had happened, but looking would make it real.

“Jacob! S-Seraphina!” Y/n’s voice was shaky and wet. The shock was setting in, you could hardly hear anything outside of a loud ringing and the cries of your mare while you tried calming down. Against your instincts, you look down to your thigh to assess the damage. It was over. It was all over.

“Y/n, we can’t run anymore.” You began pushing her off of Seraphina, the arrow ripping through your thigh as you moved.

“Jacob,”

“Please take these and keep them safe. I will find you again. I love you, princess.” Positive you were to die where you stood, you cupped her jaw and kissed her one last time, savoring her sweetness. A taste of her lips could not ease the pain in your leg, or your heart, but maybe it would help hold you over until you reached the stars. At least amongst the stars you would be free. You placed your hands on either side of Seraphina’s neck, her breathing growing slow as her whines quieted.

“And I love you, Seraphina. You’ve done well, you can rest. I’m sorry I failed both of you.” You kissed down her mane as she slowly fell to the ground.

The troops closed in as Seraphina took her final breaths. The arrow had pinned you to the lifeless body of your beloved mare, the only thing you’d felt love for before Y/n. Their voices grew louder and louder, only soft cries of Y/n sticking out to you from the crowd. Everything went dark as you were sure you took what felt like your final breath.

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