#knight x jester

[heyy-dont-mind-me]

Knight Onceler x Jester Scott (sketches)

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[glitchisbroken]

Jesting your seneschal knight

Magical Full Art Button?

[oblivionsdream]

Some more jester sketches cause why not?

[peoplesgraves]

Imagine being a Royal who can’t escape obsession

Yandere Knight who’s been trained for the honor of protecting the royals their entire life. Who’s had any semblance of self beaten out of them instead being filled with nothing but reverence for their favorite. At first their obsession is devoid of romance, solely based on their divine duty to protect you. They’re happy just to stay by your side and content with forgoing their own life in favor of yours. That would all change the moment they actually get hurt protecting you. They expect to be broken just like when they were a kid, destroyed and remade stronger, better for you. Instead you are gentle and kind, you help nurse their wounds and their obsession transitions from one of duty to one of love. No longer content to die for you, now they must live for you, their beloved royal. No matter how many people they have to cut down your knight will never forsake their love.

Yandere Advisor a few years older than you but much much younger than your other advisors. They were a prodigy, groomed from a simple stable hand to the person they were today. Their incredible intelligence, tactical mind and people skills make them invaluable to the kingdom but they find themself laying awake night after night. Not worrying for the people but for you instead. They care not for the opinion of other royals or their peers but only of yours. They view everyone as below them, sure their friendly and compassionate on the surface but below the skin lies a bubbling darkness. Every meeting with you that’s interrupted by some silly problem or royal ball they’re forced to miss due to work, they find their facade cracking. They contemplate abandoning the wretched kingdom you loved, whisking you far far away so they can finally have what they love. For now though they’ll wear their cracked mask and guide you as gently as they can, both in your role as a royal and towards your devoted advisor.

Your families resident Yandere Wizard is a strange creature. Equally out of their mind as they are terrifyingly cunning. They slip between the two states so easily that it’s not quite clear which is their true self, maybe they’re both just hiding what truly lurks below their calculating eyes and outrageous outfits. Despite being perfectly capable of turning whatever enemy crossed their path into nothing more than a pile of dust, they prefer to use their magic in more…joyful ways. Turning your dress into whatever color you fancied at the moment or making flowers appears out of thin air whenever you seemed down. Some may call it a waste of their gift but they knew the truth, knew that nothing was a waste if it was done for love. They turn their tower into an inviting place for you and makes sure you know you’re always welcome, that they’ll always have time for their royal. They contemplate keeping you up in their tower forever and using their magic to bring you bliss until the end of days. They would give you whatever you wanted because all they wanted was you.

A Yandere Witch who’d started as a simple forest witch. Content to live in her small cabin among the trees and animals, only ever going into the royal city when they needed supplies or to sell off potions at the marketplace. Sometimes people would come to them for help with their maladies or to try and observe their strange skills for themselves and usually they’d abide before sending them on their way and going back to their solitude. Lately though their solitude wasn’t the great comfort it had once been. Something was missing or rather someone. They found themself going into the royal city more and more, not just flitting in and out of the market place but becoming a frequent fixture. So frequent in fact that under cover of night and a cloak you’d come to seek them, hearing of their skills on one of your visits to greet the subjects. They indulged you, allowing you to watch their work until the sun starts to peak through the horizon and to their joy you keep coming back whenever you can. They becomes so fond of your company that they consider getting rid of that pesky wizard of yours and offering themself for the royal court instead.

A Yandere Maid and your closest confidant, a fact they very much likes to rub in to anyone who will listen. They’d been raised for this since birth, the knight was raised to protect you sure but they were raised to serve. To handle every tedious, boring or undesirable aspect of your life so you’d never be anything less than content. It was a job they took very seriously, keeping detailed lists of what you liked and didn’t like, paying the shadiest people to vet any new people you came into contact with before you ever met them and of course helping in more normal ways too. Because you trust them so implicitly it’s startlingly easy to get rid of any favors of affection from anyone else, after all you didn’t need anyone else. Only they could take care of you the way you needed, it was their purpose, you were their purpose.

The Yandere Jester is perhaps the least assuming of yanderes. Always joking and smiling and laughing and prodding oh so subtly. Telling you stories of when they were sent to the gallows and their escape even fantastical tales of robbed royals, mysterious murders and other various crimes and misfortunes. Ultimately these were assumed to be humorous fibs from a misguided jester but still some nobles would whisper theories while looking at the jester fearfully, saying they were an escaped madman or perhaps a demon in human form. Truthfully no one but you seemed to like them much, always acting as if they were a rabid bloodthirsty beast and they were, to anyone else at least. To you they were a lapdog, hungry only for your laughter and joy. Eventually their stories get to be less about the past and more about the future, talks of how funny it’d be to steal away their beloved and leave all these silly nobles heads spinning. They don’t sound quite as funny telling that one, but still you smile politely and they love you even more for it.

Yandere Suitors sent from other kingdoms, mostly weaker ones seeking to form an alliance but also a few from stronger kingdoms, even empires who simply had a spare and figured it couldn’t hurt or needed agreements on something specific from your kingdom such as a rare resource. Eventually as more and more suitors came and then refused to return home even after rejection, they ended up as more of an unwanted harem situation. Constantly making and breaking alliances with each other to try and gain favor, flitting around the palace ordering servants around to make sure everything perfect all the time for you. Each trying to be seen as the best spouse for you, dreaming of the day you pick them and send the rest home, in pieces if required. Always whispering gossip in your ear, offering to warm your bed or accompany you out of the palace. Theyd do anything to be your favorite, just one step closer.

Throngs of adoring, Yandere Royal Subjects, even people from the far away villages and outer edge territories make their way to the royal city when you make a grand appearance in town. Cheering and waving colorful flags made from scrap, some huddled in groups giving blessings for your safety and health hoping they’d be extra effective with you so close. Parents hold up their kids as high up as they can hoping you’d bless them through the carriage window as they’d seen you do before. People insist on giving gifts and offering, although not to you directly once the royal entourage passes many march to the castles gates and leave them there, in place for your return. While many have negative views on other royals or monarchy in general, none ever seem to extend to you, their beloved royal. Any citizen led attacks or rebellions to the crown always seem to happen when you’re away and never touch your preferred parts of the castle or castle grounds, the very worst that’d ever happened to you was when a small outlier group raided your room and stole a few things. Those same outliers were later found bled out in the middle of town,in the middle of the day, with absolutely no witnesses. Everyone in town knows what happened of course, justice was served.

Yandere Assassin who was the best, never once caught or suspected for the hundred deaths they’d directly caused, so disconnected from themself and from the world that every new identity and culture they found themself ingratiated in felt just as much like home as anywhere else, nothing felt real or right so what did it matter who they were or who they killed. Not until they were assigned to your kingdom, to your family, did they finally start to understand what it meant to be alive and just how precious life was. Years of blood on their hands hadn’t taught them to live but a week with you and their heart was beating for the first time. They mostly watched from the sidelines, acting as just another servant. They watched how the other royals misuse their power to mistreat the people, each other and most egregiously, you. They watch as the others ignore and placate you, watches as they lie and cheat and subjugate the masses and they’re disgusted. It’s amazingly easy to poison their wine, everyone who could possibly be a threat to your ascension. They know you’ll be upset for a while at the loss of your ‘family’ but they promise to be there for you and now that they’ve taken a permanent position in the castle they’ll have all the time in the world to look out for you.

A local Yandere Dragon who kidnaps you every few weeks or so. Of course the first time you’d been terrified, a huge thundering monster snatches you from your visit to the courtyard and just flies off, with you in its talons. Though once back at their surprisingly not horrible cave, you come to understand them a bit. At least more than any other human had ever bothered to. Some knights from your kingdom had stolen from their horde and they wanted whatever it was back, sure being kidnapped wasn’t great but at least they were negotiating instead of just destroying the place in revenge. They are gruff and unpracticed but ultimately harmless to you and after a guarantee of their stolen treasures return you too are returned home. Though every few weeks the dragon seems to have some new grievance that requires the beloved royal as collateral and in that time they grow to be more and more comfortable around you, their little human. Should your kingdom ever wise up to their trick and try to fight against the dragon for you it wouldn’t be pretty. Last time someone stole from their horde they negotiated, that time, they’d burn the kingdom to the ground and take what was theirs, permanently.

[grailknightmonty]

jacks of the hermit poker round table :D

docm assignin hermits to face cards has reawoken several of my demons so have some designs for a medieval royalty AU sorta

[itsyouch]

mayest thou consider mine request of tdl and tco kissing on thine lips? (or just them in general. or one of them. take this in whatever way LOL)

Thou are a most silly individual >x)

SORRY! I don know how to draw them....errm kissing😔🤨 BUT I think that healing each others wounds is there love language

also I love the way you requested this, old English is my weakness

[fiovske]

La Belle Dame Sans Merci ft. beaujes 💙 ⚔️

[krasytoonz]

Finally done with all of them! I’ll explain the lore and everything later bahaa

Update: check my pinned post! The summary’s up!

Update 28 June 2023:

(Hello there, Sunny!) *side character, won’t appear much in royal au (NOT an oc)

Update 10 august 2023:

Eddie out of his Armor!

[desultory-novice]

"Pain is the best teacher" -Meta Knight

So I don't Anime Kirby lore at all, but the idea of Meta Knight and Marx as Nightmare's equally wayward children amused me. I think if Marx were to ever discover Meta Knight and he had the same origins, he would rub it in every possible chance he got.

Shoutout to @idothingsandstuffs for being the most recent one to put this idea in my head!

[ardizdc]

Bahh!! No wonder people are homophobic this shit is scary af D:

[poorlittlegreenie13]

Part 1/2 of a fic I wrote for @oblivionsdream based on their enchanting Jester x Knight pairing that I'm obsessed with. Can't think of a title... maybe for part two.

(The idea for this spawned from @oblivionsdream posting "Jester has also been present for a few of the injuries and in one case where they were both away from the castle he did his best to tend to the knights injuries himself" and I was like 'oooo I want to write that!' but then I needed to write the backstory of it and then somehow it was 1.5k words and I needed to sleep, so part two will incorporate the above quote ^)

Fic below the cut! Very vaguely suggestive language & flirting but nothing explicit or sexual.

There is not, strictly speaking, a good reason for the Jester to be tagging along on the King’s Guard’s latest mission out of the city. He basically invited himself, pleading with the King for a week and a half—following him down the corridors or pestering him while he oversaw the knights sparring in the courtyard—before he agreed.

“I could boost morale!” the Jester insisted one sunny afternoon, eyes flicking quickly over to the knight closest to him, definitely within earshot. Even with all the identical sets of armor in the courtyard, the knight with the white feather in his helmet (the knight the Jester had subconsciously begun to think of as his), was easily recognizable. “You know,” the Jester continued, eyeing the Knight as he spoke, “I could… entertain the troops.”

The Jester swore the visor of the Knight’s helmet tilted ever-so-slightly towards him at that. He grinned, and the King rolled his eyes. 

“Why don’t you ask your knights if you’re not convinced?” the Jester suggested innocently, darting between his Knight and the squire he was sparring with. “He wants me to come,” he added, attempting to keep up with the Knight’s quick movements. “Don’t you?”

“Get out of the way before you get knocked out,” the Knight said ruefully. The Jester laughed, flitting around to the Knight’s opposite side—closer to the hand not holding a massive sword. 

“Tell the King you want me on your quest,” the Jester urged, smiling wickedly as the Knight’s guard dropped ever-so-slightly, his visor-covered-eyes fixing on the Jester. The squire he was sparring with got dangerously close to getting a blow in before the Knight blocked. “Come on, I know you do,” the Jester taunted. 

The Knight swapped his sword to his left hand, seamlessly blocking an attempted blow by the squire while not breaking eye contact (or, well, visor contact, really) with the Jester. The Jester made a mental note of the Knight’s apparent ambidexterity, which was ridiculously, unfairly attractive. As if the Knight wasn’t attractive enough already. 

“You really have no business anywhere near a battlefield,” the Knight said.

The Jester rolled his eyes, darting back to the Knight’s non-sword side. “I won’t be near the battlefield,” he insisted, “I’ll just stay in your chambers and patiently wait for you to get back. Polish your armor. Help you relax after your long day.” He gave a small smile, letting his voice trail off suggestively and looking up at the Knight through his lashes. 

The Knight stared at the Jester for a moment too long, and the squire’s practice-sword connected with his breastplate with a loud ding. 

The Knight swore under his breath, retaliating against the squire with perhaps slightly more aggression than was strictly necessary for a practice duel. 

The Jester looked back at the King, who was watching the events with a bemused smile. 

“I’m not convinced,” the King said. “Seems like you’re distracting him.”

“I’m motivating him!” the Jester insisted. “Look how well he’s doing!”

He gestured to the Knight, who was beating the squire back with renewed annoyance. 

“Hm,” the King said, watching the Knight for a moment. “I’ll consider.”

*****

Two days later, the Jester was packed and ready, sidling up to the departing group of Knights with his multi-colored carpetbag in one hand, and a snack for the road in the other. 

The Knight, his knight, was tacking up his horse, a huge chestnut colored stallion with a feather that matched the Knight’s decorating its bridal. 

“Go on,” the King said, nodding bemusedly towards the party of knights. “You can ride with Sir Augustine, he has the biggest horse.”

“Among other things, I’m sure,” the Jester said lowly. 

The Knight turned sharply to look at him. The Jester’s breath caught. The Knight’s visor was up, dark brown eyes locking on the Jester’s. 

The Jester might’ve actually said fuck out loud. He’s not sure. 

The Knight snapped his visor down, familiar metal obscuring the warmth of his gaze. 

“Jester is with you,” the King said, stepping between the Knight and the Jester, looking between them with an amused smile. 

“Surely we can spare a fifth horse,” the Knight said, sounding slightly choked. 

“I don’t know how to ride,” the Jester said innocently, having recovered quickly enough from his momentary loss of composure. “Horses, that is.”

The Knight inhaled audibly. The Jester smiled. 

“Godspeed,” the King said, his smile turning resigned as he started back towards the castle. 

The Knight just kept staring at the Jester, even as he looked around, scanning the other knights and squires on the journey with them. 

“You really don’t know how to ride a horse?” the Knight said finally, his voice sounding ridiculously soft considering the battle armor it was coming out of.

“Never learned,” the Jester said truthfully. “My carriage rides are always paid for.”

“Of course,” the Knight said, a familiar note of bitter professionalism sliding back into his voice. “Well, right foot in the stirrup.”

“Er, right,” the Jester said, hesitating. “Which one is the stirrup?”

“Gods’ sakes,” the Knight muttered, and with absolutely no warning or preamble, brought his hands to either side of the Jester’s waist and lifted him off his feet as if he weighed nothing. 

It would’ve been infuriating if it wasn’t so enchanting. 

“Excuse me—” the Jester began, but the Knight set him onto the horse before he could finish his sentence. 

“No time to teach you,” the Knight said, stepping into what the Jester now, belatedly, recognized as a stirrup and mounting the horse behind where the Jester was sitting. He reached around the Jester on either side, taking up the reins and silently nudging the horse into motion. 

“We ride North until dawn,” the Knight said to the other riders behind them. “Then we break for the night and bear south in the morning.”

The Jester smiled to himself slightly as he realized the Knight was sitting up pin straight, leaning slightly back, avoiding all physical contact with him. A challenge. 

“You can’t sit like that all day,” he whispered, turning his head to lean closer to the Knight’s helmet-covered ear.

“This is how I always sit,” the Knight said. 

“Is it really?” the Jester asked, leaning back ever-so-slightly. Enough to brush against the Knight’s chest. 

The Knight inhaled again, that soft, sharp sound that the Jester was beginning to strive for. He arched his back slightly, wiggling his hips. 

“Stop that,” the Knight said.

“Stop what?” the Jester asked. 

“You’re— you know what,” the Knight hissed. 

“Honestly, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the Jester said innocently, pushing his hips back once more. 

In a singular, fluid movement, the Knight took one hand off the reins and brought it to the Jester’s waist, squeezing slightly, though not hard enough to be anywhere near uncomfortable. Warmth bloomed beneath the touch, and the Jester grinned. 

“Stop moving,” the Knight said, lowly, close to his ear. 

“Just relax,” the Jester said. “Stop sitting like you’re scared you’ll catch something if you touch me.”

“I’m not scared,” the Knight said crossly. His hand was still on the Jester’s waist, squeezing slightly as he spoke. 

“If you’d rather I ride with someone else,” the Jester said, “I’d be happy to take my chances finding another knight.”

“No,” the Knight said immediately, too quickly, hand tightening on the Jester’s waist. 

The Jester felt himself blush, and bit back a smile. “Fine,” he said, “if you insist.”

The Knight sighed in what sounded like annoyance, then shifted in the saddle slightly, pressing his chest to the Jester’s back and winding one arm fully around his waist. 

“Happy?” he asked.

“Yes, actually,” the Jester said, definitely blushing now at the feeling of the Knight’s arm around him, and the faint smell of saddle leather and sweat in the air around them. 

“Good,” the Knight said contentedly, settling into the saddle slightly more. 

As they rode through the day, he would occasionally tighten his arm around the Jester’s waist, pulling him into his chest protectively in what the Jester was almost certain was a subconscious move. Not that he was complaining. The Knight’s chest was ridiculously comfortable, despite the armor separating them. Comfortable enough to lull the Jester into a trace, nearer and nearer to sleep the more miles they covered.  

As the sky darkened, the Jester felt his eyes drifting shut, head falling backwards onto the Knight’s shoulder. He snapped back awake, stopping himself before he could truly fall asleep.

“Go ahead,” the Knight said. 

“What, so I can fall off the horse and you can laugh at me?” the Jester asked, raising an eyebrow. “I think I’ll stay awake.”

“You won’t fall,” the Knight said. And then quickly, into the silence, “I’ve got you, don’t worry.”

It was the Jester’s turn to exhale in surprise. He leaned back hesitantly, exhaustion pulling at him. Since when was riding horses so tiring?

“That’s it,” the Knight murmured, a self-satisfied smile evident in his voice, the thumb of the hand resting on the curve of the Jester’s waist rubbing absently over the thin fabric of his traveling shirt. 

The Jester’s stomach swooped. He was blushing, he knew, again. 

“So chivalric,” he murmured, and then fell asleep in the Knight’s arms.

[marksbear]

Hi Papa Bear! I just read the prince Steven Grant story and it gave me an idea for something similar! (I hope that i won't bother you with this) so i had an idea where Steven a prince and is supposed to marry someone he doesn't even know. So when he hears these news he runs to find his boyfriend who is the jester for his family (i think those people were called jester's right?). And y/n comforts him and tells him it'll be alright. And than they sleep together as a way of distracting Steven from the marriage. And when the guy Steven's supposed to marry arrives they'll have like a little welcoming party and call the jester over. That's when they'll find out that the prince Steven's supposed marry is y/n's family member. So y/n has to explain that he ran away because he didn't want to be royalty. And later on Steven still has to marry the prince so he makes a plan with y/n to run away. But one of Steven's brothers finds out. Idk what could happen afterwards so I'll leave it up you! (Hope that this makes sense..?

I hope that i didn't bother you with this!

(and thank you for the bear facts i really love when you talk about bears)

Have a good night/day!

- Day 🦔

Heyy! Don't worry at all you're not bothering me at all! And sorry this took me a while to post!

K/n= Kingdom Name!

PRINCE STEVEN GRANT X JESTER MALE READER

"Father! Did you know our lord prince Steven is getting married?" A little boy exclaims running towards his father.

"Did you guys know that the third prince is getting married!?" A different woman says to her group of friends. "What!?! I really hope he's marrying the princess of Nature!"

"I can't believe it! When is he getting married?" "Tonight brother!"

"Their hosting a huge ball for the marriage!"

As the commoners in the street crowd around spreading rumors ear to ear the royal jester stood in the middle of the streets turning his head back and forth every time he hears the name of the prince listing in.

Y/n's head was scrambled as he thinks as new information fills into his ears.

A news paper on the street before him catches his attention. Y/n bends over picking up the paper.

"Third moon prince is soon to be wedded!"

Y/n's hand gripped onto the paper as he felt his heart ache. Y/n couldn't believe it. And if it was true he wanted to hear it from his own lovers words. Y/n dropped the paper before walking as he walked he picked up the pace.

It became a speed walk then a tiny jog before soon after full on running. Y/n wasn't in his usual jester costume so getting inside the kingdom would be difficult.

Running past crowds of people, going through animals and other sorts he ran to the kingdom in search of his lover.

Y/n could see the kingdom in the far distance and he knew that it would take him a long time to get there by foot but he didn't care he just ran with all his might.

TIMESKIP

The jester stood in front of the kingdom looking up. Y/n's legs ached and he was no doubly tired. Y/n took a deep breath before collecting himself.

Y/n walked inside the kingdom where guards stood around the halls watching him carefully. The jester raises his hands in the air before saying. "I'm only here to pick up a few of my things. I'm the royal Jester alright." Y/n says but the guards didn't believe him.

Some even raised their swords pointing it at Y/n.

"It's true! He's the personal Jester for the royal family." A guard says before putting his sword back inside it's holder.

"Thank you!" Y/n says with an eye roll before putting his hands down walking inside the kingdom.

With no more eyes on him Y/n jogged upstairs going up until he's at the highest floor.

Once Y/n made his destination Y/n walked through the halls looking for his lovers room. With no guards around at the largest door Y/n opens it.

"Steven?" Y/n questions looking around the dark room. Quiet sniffling could be heard inside the room. With using the light from the window Y/n looked around searching where his lover could be.

"Steven?..." Y/n says breathlessly seeing Steven on the floor in his reading area. Steven had his knees to his chest hiding his face.

"Oh my prince..." Y/n says softly before kneeling down beside Steven before reaching up putting one hand on Steven's head combing through his hair. "Don't cry lord. Please..." Y/n says as Steven raises his head up from his arms.

"I don't wish to be married! I-I only love you!" Steven exclaims as tears fall from his eyes.

"Steven... It'll be alright. We'll get through this you hear me. I'll figure something out okay." Y/n wrapped his arms around Steven holding him tightly in his arms.

"I don't want to marry anyone besides you Y/n! We told each other tha-" Steven gets cut off by Y/n kissing him gently. "Steven... We are going to be alright. You are going to be alright." Y/n says kissing Steven once more before picking up off the ground.

Steven lets out a surprise yelp before holding Y/n. Y/n laid Steven down on the bed before laying down with him.

"What are we doing?..." Steven questions as he relaxes into Y/n's arms.

"Were going to sleep. We have only a few hours left until we both have to get ready." Y/n says as he rubs circles into Steven's back trying to help him relax and get comfortable.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"Always my lord."

TIMESKIP

Y/n was with the other commoners, but this time he was in his Jester make up and costume. Y/n was entertaining the poor guest as the other rich/wealthy ones were on the other side of the ball.

The colors of Y/n's costume matched the kingdoms'own, showing others in different kingdoms where his loyalties lie. Y/n was showing the crowd his usual routine until something catches his eye.

Loud music played with crowds cheered.

Y/n's whole body froze seeing what kingdom had just arrived. A kingdom that Y/n prayed to the gods that he'll never see again.

With the Jester's own audience catching their attention they left the stunned Jester to go investigate.

Y/n sighs out the breath he was holding in before dispersing into the crowd in hope that the kingdom wouldn't recognize him.

"Welcome the K/n! And to the crown prince L/n!" A loud knight shouts as the whole ball screams and cheers. Y/n's felt his blood run cold as both Moon kingdom and K/n greet each other with the two weds nervously look at each other.

"This is the moment of happiness! So there's no other way of showing happiness than our grand Jester!" The same knight exclaims catching the Jester off guard.

"Sadly the show is only for the freshly new combined kingdoms!" The knight shouts letting people's hopes fall down.

As everything goes back as to it was Y/n rush to the area both kingdoms were.

Y/n's eyes get locked with his lovers. Steven could see the sadness in Y/n's eyes and it almost made his own tear, The two lock eye contact before a while before Y/n breaking it to do his act.

Some of the different members in both kingdoms throw things at Y/n saying "Boo!" And other nasty things.

But Y/n just ignored them and continued with his routine. Some of things thrown at Y/n hurted like hell, but the Jester just fought through the pain.

One of the things thrown at him was a bottle of wine hitting him right in the face alongside breaking on impact. The makeup on Y/n's face started to ruin from the wine revealing some of his face.

Immediately Y/n covered his face. Y/n acted like he was hurt, but the truth is that Y/n didn't want to be recognized by his family.

Steven opened his mouth to speak, but his oldest brother beat him to it.

"Maids! Get him cleaned up. It seems that his presence isn't welcomed." Marc says snapping his hands to nearby maids.

"Is it me or does that boy's face looked familiar?" A cousin from the L/n family says with an eyebrow raised. "I agree. His face looked oddly familiar to Y/n's god let him rest in peace." A different cousin adds.

"I'm sorry, but who is Y/n?" Steven questions confused as to what they said. Steven knew Y/n's name and everything, but whats the considience having the same name as someone royal.

"He's my eldest son. He was supposed to be king a few years ago. But suddenly disappeared years ago. We spent ages looking for him, but we found his diseased body near a lake recently." The queen of the K/n says wiping a small near.

Steven thinks to himself before a switch clicks in his head.

"Excuse me." Steven says bowing his head a little before leaving in search of the Jester.

TIMESKIP

"Who are you!" Steven exclaims looking at the Jester in the middle of an empty hallway. "My lord... You already know this I am Y/n Foster." The Jester answers turning his body around looking at Steven.

"Lies! Tell me the truth before I call for the knights." Steven exclaims.

"My love. I-I." Y/n couldn't find himself to answer choking on his own words.

"Please. Please just tell me the truth." Steven says.

...

It was silent. They both stared at each other with so much intensity.

"Crown prince L/n... The eldest son of K/n." Y/n breathes out before adding. "I left my kingdom, because I didn't want to be royalty. I didn't want to be a king of a kingdom that I hate! So I faked my death with the help of my maids."

Y/n clenched his fist before adding "I'm sorry that I lied for all these years, but I have never lied about my love for you Steven! Please--- Please don't marry my cruel brother." Y/n begs.

"During the fireworks... I will be at the dock with my bags packed." Steven says not even thinking about the plan fully.

"I'll meet you there." Y/n says before walking up to Steven before kissing him deeply.

Behind the corner Jake watched and listened. Once Y/n left Jake appeared from the corner.

"I'll buy you some time." Jake announces catching his younger brother off guard.

"Wh-what?" Steven stutters out.

"I said i'll buy you some time. I heard all of it. The only thing I didn't suspect was the Jester was actually the dead king. I'll distract them while you pack your things." Jake says before adding.

"Just promise me that you'd send me letters every month alright!" Jake says before shoving Steven away lightly.

Steven gives Jake a bright smile before quickly running upstairs.

TIMESKIP

Y/n sat on the dock with his things by his side looking up at the fireworks in the sky. The different colors from the fireworks and the moonlight glow shining on Y/n.

Creaks on wooden docks makes Y/n turn his head around. Steven held his bags in his hands looking at Y/n.

"You came!" Steven exclaims jogging up to Y/n smiling. "Of course i'm here!" Y/n says getting up on his feet walking up to Steven before taking his hand.

"What's the plan now?" Steven asks watching a smile crawl onto Y/n's smile.

"We can do anything now. We just gotta stay low for a while. Hell we can even be pirates!" Y/n says picking up his and Steven's bags. As the two aboard a ship that Y/n stole.

"We'll figure out the rest as we go."

THE END

[fishyvamp]

Thinking about Court Jester!Ghostface standing on stage at a festival. the queen is sat beside the King with two brave knights by their sides. The man who dares to scream and taunt on stage for all to see;

"Ladies and slimes and everyone who dares to climb, come quick, come quick!" Bells ringing as he prances around the stage his hat flopping about as children giggle at the scene. "I have a tale to share in honor of our newly crowned queen!" He bowed twirling his hat off his head revealing a mop of shaggy disheveled black hair. His eyes glancing up lingering on each one standing in the royal stand. Smirking as he felt the Captain stare him down. "I have tale, most fictional! But it tis grand and it tis smart and it tis only mine to tell. So listen closely..." He voice dropping softly watching as the crowd leaned in only to shout, "but not too close! For I shall scream my tale for it must be seen!"

Arms raised to the sky the bells of his feet jingling as he moved about, "tis a dark tale of deception, murder, and most importantly—" his wrist flicking out to reveal a rose holding it out to you to take, "Love most forbidden." A smile bright on his painted face.

He stood up straight covering his face, "but oh contrare my most debonair for I hath seen it's beauty plain in the eye of my mind it drives me insane I might die!" He placed above his head rocking on his feet as if to faint, falling back before stomping forward startling the crowd. "But I shall live and release this pain for all to hear so I may gain some semblance of..." His breath stalling the sentence trailing off his gaze cast downward seemingly locked on you. Before snapping away.

"there once was lonely prince of far away whose desires of love were not what he should crave. A servant! A slave!" He shouted crouching low hands in front of him as if ready to lunge, "A slave? You might say, tis true. A prince who was blue who craves a slave. A slave who is bound with one rule, a rule only a fool would break. Protect the prince, let him not ache. For if he did, the king would quake."

The court jester looked upon the crowd eyeing each and everyone memorizing their looks. His movements wide and broad, "Little did the king of madness know of the prince of sadness that he already ached, his mind slaved away trying to purge his thoughts of gay." He clawed at his clothes as his cadence became desperate. Falling to his knees, before looking up with soulful look. "The king must never know." He whispered longingly reaching out to the captain of the guard. Head dropping as he turned to the crowd face going blank. "The slave must never know." Hands pawing at the stage as he crawled along the polished wood, bells clanging with each step. "The slave must never know," he repeated reaching out to you. Before pulling away abruptly rising to his feet hands held to his chest.

"but if madness know anything, it knows to hurt." The words almost melancholy, "it knows to look; to find the sadness and make it grow! It lashes! lashes out tearing into flesh and bone!" His words louder with each word as he pulls away from himself, "you could hear the cry and as the slave screamed, chained and bound; helpless to fight, for the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve."

The jesters hands falling to his sides as he bows his head, "the prince he must protect, but the king he must serve" his words echoing on the stage. His pacing slow as he carried on, "the slave wept mourning the prince. Mourning the softness he brought. The slave had been greedy, being so needy as to crave the prince himself... He too died that day a heart so shattered it could scarcely beat." A single tear sliding down his face as he lets a silence linger over the space. "Tis a shame that tattered lovers were torn apart, but fret not their corpses did rise. A secret they vowed to keep the slave purging himself of his vows as he plunged a blade deep in the chest of a beast who will forever now sleep!"

The jester now facing the new queen, "whatever do you think a bride feel to know her groom had lied? To think he lived a corpse that loved another, but will never love her?" The Queen's personal guard moving closer hand on the back of her chair. The jester already thinking of ways to tell that tale at the next festival. The King's inner circle knows the truth, but to you it is just a tragedy. A story told by a man you wish would pay you mind even off that wretched stage. The rose sharp in your hand blood staining the stone below you as you clutched that rose.

[oblivionsdream]

Foolknight sketches for funsies

[the-whispers-of-death]

have you ever considered (medieval) Jester!Reader x Knight!Stone

that's it, that's the ask

i don't have any specific scenarios in mind (unfortunately) (but, i think the pairing is funny, hilarious even)

-Jester anon (can you tell i like the medieval era/Jesters)

Everyone thinks Knight!Stone dislikes you and your jokes, he never seems to crack a smile or laugh so they're valid in thinking that. However, when you two are alone, you get to hear the small huffs of laughter he gives you. The way his lips twitch and want to curve upwards into a smile.

He hides his emotions until you two are alone, laying on either your bed or his as you joke. His head is on your chest or maybe yours is on his chest, either way you two are entwined on the bed, limbs all connected. It's peaceful, just the two of you.

You understand his need to present as cold and stoic among everyone else and it's a thrill for you to be the only one he lets his walls down. It's why when you two are in the eyes of the court, you don't flinch at the way only he is not smiling and laughing. You know he secretly finds you funny.

And he'd bodyslam anyone who tried to say you weren't funny/insult your comedic timing.

("No, my king and queen, I thought they had a weapon on them. That's why I body slammed them, it's just a coincidence that they were insulting the court jester." -Stone, probably)

[spectrechosts]

April Fools - Chapters 28-FINAL

The fever-dream finale! The Queen may be incapacitated, but can her loves steer her through the danger?

Writing 30 stories in one month was tough but fun, and I'm happy with how it all turned out. Hope you like day 28, on Cohost I had a CSS crime that would decypher the text but tumblr will simply have to do it manually.

Full Series

DAY 28: GHOSTLY VISIONS

The Queen is asleep.

Maybe.

It's really hard for her to tell actually. She might be asleep, or she might be awake? She also might be watching a play, a play about herself, and she's the only character, and her only lines are groans of pain and the increasing urge to throw up.

She's giving a great performance, if that's the case.

Also, her knight might be in the closet? She's almost certain that's real, even though it sounds very silly. Why would she be in there?

A ghost with no face is also there, at her bedside. It touches her, with hands as cold as the grave, and she tries to tell it to fuck off. She's not sure her mouth is working right, though. Or that ghosts are real.

"Ｖｇ＇ｆ ｂｘｎｌ．" It says, in the unknown tongue that ghosts apparently have. She's never talked to one before, but that makes sense that they have a language. "Ｌｂｈ＇ｅｒ ｂｘｎｌ． Ｌｂｈ＇ｙｙ ｓｒｒｙ ｏｒｇｇｒｅ ｆｂｂａ．"

It keeps touching her.

"Ｌｂｈ ｃｂｂｅ， ｃｂｂｅ ｔｖｅｙ．" It continues. "Ｖｇ＇ｆ ｎｙｙ ｔｂｖａｔ ｇｂ ｏｒ ｂｘｎｌ ａｂｊ．"

And then everything goes dark. She can't breathe. She struggles against the weight placed on her, but her body is weak.

Of all the ways she was likely to die, ghost attack wasn't high on the list.

"Ｌｂｈ－！ Ｖ－！"

There's a loud crash, and then another, and then she can breathe again. Right, that- Ghosts aren't real. She's almost certain.

Unless they're real in the play. Plays can have ghosts in them.

While she ponders that, her knight appears out of nowhere. Out of the closet? No, why would she be in the closet, foolish. She wipes the sweat from her brow with a refreshingly cool cloth, and the Queen can think a little clearer for a moment.

She's falling asleep now, for sure. Or waking up?

She wakes up, or drifts into a new dream, or draws the curtains open on a new act of the play. There are more characters now, her vision is blurry but she can see one is the Knight in her bulky armor, and the other, clothes spattered with chaotic red patterns, must be the Fool.

"Ｖｇ＇ｆ ｎｙｙ ｂｓ ｇｕｒｚ， ｖｇ＇ｆ ｎ ｊｕｂｙｒ ｐｂａｆｃｖｅｎｐｌ－" Says her beautiful, brave knight.

"Ｌｒｎｕ， Ｖ ｓｖｔｈｅｒｑ ｂａｐｒ ｇｕｒ ｆｒｐｂａｑ ｂａｒ ｆａｈｐｘ ｖａ．" Replies the Fool, roguishly clever.

Can everyone but her speak this language? When did they learn it? She tries to call out to them, but her tongue feels fat and heavy in her mouth.

"Ｆｕｖｇ， ｆｕｒ＇ｆ ｊｎｘｖａｔ ｈｃ． Ｊｎｇｐｕ ｇｕｒ ｑｂｂｅ．" The Knight says, rushing to her side. She hastily wipes the sweat from her brow, and places a kiss upon it. "Ｆｂｅｅｌ， ｚｌ ｙｂｉｒ． Ｖ ｇｕｖ��ｘ ｌｂｈ ｚｖｔｕｇ ｗｈｆｇ ｕｎｉｒ ｇｂ ｏｒｎｅ ｖｇ ｎ ｏｖｇ ｙｂａｔｒｅ．"

"muhphuub." Groans the Queen.

"Ｊｒｙｙ， ｆｕｒ＇ｆ ��ｎｙｘｖａｔ． Ｇｕｎｇ＇ｆ ｆｂｚｒｇｕｖａｔ， ｅｖｔｕｇ？" Asks the Fool.

"Ｖ ｊｂｈｙｑａ＇ｇ ｒｋｎｐｇｙｌ ｐｎｙｙ ｇｕｎｇ ｇｎｙｘｖａｔ， ｏｈｇ ｆｕｒ＇ｆ ｇｅｌｖａｔ． Ｇｕｎｇ＇ｆ ｆｂｚｒｇｕｖａｔ．" The Knight says, shrugging.

This play sucks. It's confusing and she's sweaty and sore and the urge to vomit is becoming a rather insistent issue.

The Fool vanishes in the blink of an eye. "Ｆｕｖｇ， ｊｒ＇ｉｒ ｔｂｇ ｎ ｅｈａａｒｅ！ Ｚｂｉｒ ｕｒｅ， ｇｕｒｌ＇ｅｒ ｗｈｆｇ ｔｂｖａｔ ｇｂ ｘｒｒｃ ｐｂｚｖａｔ！ Ｖ＇ｙｙ ｐｎｇｐｕ ｈｃ！" She calls, from thin air.

"Ｂｕ， ｓｈｐｘ ｚｒ． Ｂｘｎｌ， ｆｂｅｅｌ Ｕｖｔｕａｒｆｆ， ｇｕｖｆ ｖｆ ｔｂｖａｔ ｇｂ ｏｒ ｈａｃｙｒｎｆｎａｇ．" The Knight says, and suddenly the world is moving around her, walls melting into eachother as they pass. They're going up- no, down, definitely down. The Knight places her down on a floor of cool stones, and she rubs her cheek against one.

"Ｕｎｉｖａｔ ｇｅｂｈｏｙｒ？" Asks the ghost from earlier. "Ｌｂｈ ｐｎａ＇ｇ ｆｇｂｃ ｎｙｙ ｂｓ ｈｆ． Ｕｒｙｙ， ｒｉｒａ ｖｓ ｌｂｈ ｐｂｈｙｑ， ｙｂｂｘ ｎｇ ｕｒｅ－ Ｆｕｒ＇ｆ ｂａｒ ｓｂｂｇ ｖａ ｇｕｒ ｔｅｎｉｒ ｎｙｅｒｎｑｌ．"

"Ｆｕｈｇ ｇｕｒ ｓｈｐｘ ｈｃ！" Snaps the Knight, who seems to be somewhere else every time the Queen blinks. "Ｂａｒ ｚｂｅｒ ｊｂｅｑ ｂｈｇ ｂｓ ｌｂｈ ｎａｑ Ｖ＇ｙｙ ｕｎｉｒ ｌｂｈｅ ｕｒｎｑ， Ｖ ｚｒｎａ ｖｇ！"

The Queen hates to see her Knight angry- at least, she thinks she's angry- but right now she has a pressing queenly duty to attend to. She struggles to her hands and knees and crawls into a corner.

"Ｃｙｒｎｆｒ， ｌｂｈ ｊｂａ＇ｇ ｇｂｈｐｕ ｚｒ． Ｆｕｒ ｊｂａ＇ｇ ｎｙｙｂｊ ｖｇ．" The ghost says.

"Ｊｎｇｐｕ ｕｒｅ ｆｇｂｃ ｚｒ．"

"Ｊｎｖｇ， ｕｒｌ－ Ｌｂｈｅ Ｚｎｗｒｆｇｌ！ Ｌｂｈｅ Ｚｎｗｒｆｇｌ ｌｂｈ ｊｂｈｙｑａ＇ｇ ｙｒｇ ｕｒｅ ｘｖｙｙ－"

The Queen retches and vomits onto the floor. Bile burns her throat as she's wracked with spasms, her body trying to purge the contents of her stomach when she's barely eaten in days. Thin, sour smelling liquid spatters over the cobbled stone, and as she stops heaving the Queen actually feels... a little better!

She crawls back to where she was, once again nuzzling into the cold floor. Her breathing evens out, and the world feels less dreamlike.

"Ｚｌ ｙｂｉｒ， my love are you okay!?" The Knight asks, wiping her face clean.

"Mm fine." Mumbles the Queen. "Floor helps."

"Okay, just- Stay there. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear it." Says her Knight, getting up from her side.

Of course she won't, neither her nor the Fool will. If there's anything she knows, it's this.

Her breathing slows as her eyelids grow heavy, and she falls into blissfully dreamless sleep.

~~~

DAY 29: OLD PORTRAITS AND NEW BEGINNINGS

A few days later, after the Knight and Fool have thwarted the conspiracy and wrangled the Queen off the dungeon floor and back to her bed to recover, she wanders.

Portraits line one of the halls to the throne room. Large ones, of her, her parents, her grandparents; going back through generations of kings and queens. And then smaller ones around her portrait, of her extended family, only showing the current nobility.

She'll… have to get rid of most of those, now.

"Was it truly all of them?" She asks her companions, dejected.

"It was, Highness." Answers the Knight. "I'm so sorry."

"And… and you had to kill them?"

"Yeah." Says the Fool.

"No, Highness, I-" Says the Knight. "I had your younger aunt in the dungeon, but she taunted me, and in my anger I…" She trails off.

"It's okay." The Queen says softly. "Thank you for capturing my uncle, at least. Maybe he can answer some questions."

They stand in silence for a moment, and the Queen sighs.

"What do I do now?" She asks. "They were my family, and we killed them."

"I wouldn't say we killed them." The Fool remarks. "Mostly I killed them."

"And yet, I feel responsible." The Queen says. "I didn't even like them, they were awful and greedy and condescending-"

"And they tried to kill you." Offers the Knight.

"-And they tried to kill me. Yet I still feel bad."

She places a hand on the Queen's shoulder, and she grumbles.

"I can't even begin to think through the political implications. The leaders of every province in the kingdom, all gone in a single night. How do we fix that?"

"Peasant uprising." Says the Fool, deadpan.

"Yeah, maybe."

"There will be no peasant uprisings we just saved her from an assassination plot!" Snaps the Knight. "If she wants to let them govern themselves she can just do that! And, if I may make a selfish request," she adds, "she can do that later, when we've had a breather from the constant brushes with death. Don't need all the lords making a whole new conspiracy to grab power when we just got out of this one."

"I like that we've reached a point in our relationship where I can call for a peasant uprising and you don't immediately cut me down. You liiike me, it's so over for you." Says the Fool, smug, as she wraps her arm around the Queen's shoulders. "What do you think, Highness, does our knight deserve a vacation?"

"I am not your knight." The Knight complains, though she doesn't deny anything else.

"Yes, I think she does. We can figure out the peasant uprising later." Giggles the Queen.

~~~

DAY 30: BELOVED

The Fool jingles merrily to her place in the Queen's court.

She is not exactly a jester, some combination of jester and trusted advisor and possibly co-ruler of whatever the current state of their government could be called. But she is still, always, the Queen's fool.

They still have a Queen, and she's gone through the upheaval of going from temporary figurehead to suddenly the only person holding the reins to, thankfully, almost a temporary figurehead again. The people continue to like having her around- having your first act upon having all your family's business shoved onto your table be to go "wait, why are all these taxes so high, was this all just going into their pockets?" gathers you quite a few fans- but once she's gone there probably won't be any more royalty.

But right now there is royalty, of a sort, and the Fool sits askew in a big chair to the left of Queen, which is… interesting. They're not married, not yet, but she is apparently now the big important chair having sort. The Knight is as well, though she chooses to stand at Her Majesty's right hand, ever vigilant.

She's… important. In an ornamental governmental power sense, sure, although she doesn't really care for that. She's important to the Queen! Has been for some time, but you know, extreme circumstances. To the Knight too, and she barely even grumbles when she points it out anymore.

For maybe the first time in her life, she wants for nothing. She's perfectly happy with things exactly as they are. She didn't even have to steal anything to get here!

She did do, you know, a few extrajudicial killings. But those were for a good cause.

The court is actually somewhat dull now that she isn't actively antagonizing the Knight, and has pretty much got juggling down. She can consistently juggle seven balls now (plus her dagger, but the Knight doesn't like her doing that), and she does so as she half-listens to the slow trickle of petitioners with their dwindling supply of problems that still require the Queen's attention.

Her Majesty yawns, during a lull, and the Fool dexterously collects all her juggled balls from the air and somersaults over the arm of her throne in one smooth motion.

"Shall we retire for the day?" She asks, and the Queen nods.

"That's probably everyone anyway." She says, stretching. "And I'd like to take a walk through the gardens before sunset."

She's doing better, in the warmth of spring. And when she isn't, when the fall comes and the cold seeps into her lungs again, the two of them will be there for her. She'll be okay.

"Ooh, the gardens, scandalous." Says the Fool, smug. "You know, last spring I saw the Queen's knight giving her flowers over there."

"Really?" Asks the Queen, equally pleased to continue the joke. "Maybe if we're lucky we'll see it again!"

"It was one flower, and it was a touching moment that wasn't for your eyes, you awful rat." Says the Knight, her cheeks tinged with red.

"She's embarrassed." The Fool whispers to the Queen, leaning into her ear.

"Mhm." Nods the Queen.

"Perhaps she should find some other use to occupy my mouth, if she's so bothered by my words." She hums sultrily, and the Knight goes redder.

"Are we going for a walk in the gardens or not?" She whines.

"We are!" Declares the Queen. "We both want flowers."

"And so you shall have them, despite all your teasing."