Judar Scenarios and One Shots

A Pawn

Summary:

anonymous asked:

Ah! I love your blog! For the 100th post special could you do Judar with an S/O who's a King's candidate?

Rating - 'Teen'

"Come on, Judar, will you please take me into another dungeon?"

"Huh?" Judar grumbled as he lifted his head up out of his silk pillow, turning to look at his lover beside him. He glowered at them through a sleepy gaze, his hair more disheveled than it normally was, having been in the middle of attempting to take a well deserved nap. Well, only he thought it was well deserved, having been forced this way and that all day to take care of political bullshit that he didn't feel like doing that day. Now, his lover was the one to bug him, laying beside him with a pathetic, pouty expression. It annoyed him.

With as much effort as he could manage at the time, he reached over and placed his hand over his lovers face, shoving his own back into his pillow. He had been laying on his stomach, and was quite comfortable. "Do we seriously have to talk about that right now?" His voice was muffled, and his lover was actually surprised he could breathe with how far his face was hidden. They sighed behind his hand, reaching up to gently remove it from their face. Judar did not put up much protest, already feeling sleep tugging at his mind.

"Come on, Judar, you always put it off. I thought you liked taking people into dungeons. What's so different about me?" They held his hand gently, and after a moment of silence, Judar returned the grip on their hand. Sluggishly, he rolled over onto his side, reaching up to rub the sleep from his face with his free hand as he sighed loudly. "It is different with you. I just don't decide who I want to take into dungeons. You know that. Only Kouen in this country can have more than one Djinn." Judar watched the frown grow on their face, forcing his tired body to sit up as he finished speaking.

They shook their head, still being defiant. Their stubbornness was something that Judar both loved and hated, but at this moment, it was getting on his nerves. "I don't see why. Just because I'm not royalty doesn't mean I shouldn't be able to try. It's those people that you work with, right? They tell you-" Before they could finish speak, Judar put a hand over their mouth, his grip firm and his glare as sharp as daggers. He could feel them begin to tremble, and the look of shock on their face did little to make Judar feel any remorse for doing that to them.

Keeping his hand in place, he forced his lover to lay down onto the back, moving himself to hover over them. Their face began to flush, and the gazed up at him with a mixed expression of fear and embarrassment. How stupid, Judar thought. They couldn't actually think he was going to hurt them. He just couldn't stand it when they brought up things like that, and they knew damn well it made him angry. He brought his face in closer to theirs, his hand still firmly over their mouth. "Don't ever bring that up. I've told you that already. I shouldn't have ever taken you into that first one, because now you could be involved. That's the last thing I wanted. Besides, only Royalty are allowed to have a Djinn in this country. The only reason you haven't been executed is because I stood up for you. I hope you understand that. If you get another one, with or without me, I can't guarantee your safety."

Their gaze softened as he spoke, and once Judar could see the understanding in their eyes, he removed his hand from over their mouth. He settled his body down into theirs, keeping himself propped up with his arms resting on either side of their head. With a tenderness completely opposite to the empty gaze in his eyes, Judar moved some hair out of their face. "You have enough power, now. Of course, as a Magi, I want as much power as I can get for this country. But, as your lover, I can't let you." His hand fell to rest on their cheek, his thumb stroking across their bottom lip gently. Face flushing and body beginning to tremble, they moved to put their arms around him gently. "Why?"

Judar was silent for a long moment as he stared down at them, before he finally leaned in and caught their lips with his own. As they kissed passionately, their bodies melding together, Judar could feel the overwhelming feeling to protect them. He couldn't tell them about the war and death that was approaching this country and all the others of the world. He had already doomed them by allowing them to have one metal vessel, and now, he had to do everything he could to prevent them from obtaining another one.

He could not allow them to become another pawn.