Kind and His Peasant

15 2 0
                                    

This was my most favorite and longest smut that I wrote and I cant get over how well it came out. It does have a BDSM scene and Frank is a bit of a dick but he shoves that shit in Gerards mouth. Anyway, hope you enjoy this one!

***

In a kingdom, beyond tall mountains and snowy hills, miles away from civilization, a King by the name of Frank Iero lived in a grand Castle that could be seen from the villagers that lived just outside the gates and over the river. The King was not old in his time, having been only 10 years of age when he had been granted the position after his parents' tragic death. That was 2 decades prior to date. His Castle was guarded by only the strongest of soldiers that were loyal to their King: in fact, they didn't believe that they needed to guard anything as the King was already so brave having beheaded multiple dragons and beasts of the kingdom. It was rumored that he took their heads and hung them on his walls in a secret room where he would reminisce his victories. This secret room was not for any other eyes except for the King's and the servants that worked in the castle abided by this rule until curiosity got the best of the newest servant.

Lindsey Ballato, she was just a poor peasant girl that needed money to survive the cold nights with her best friend, Gerard Way. They had both been orphaned at a young age: Lindsey's mum had passed away while her father had died in the war only 3 full moons before while Gerard was kicked out of his house when his oh-so-holy father had caught him making love with a foreigner that just so happened to be a man. And ever since he was sent to the home at 16, they had stuck together. Unfortunately, once they had come of age they had been thrown out onto the dirt road and were forced to sleep on the streets with barely any way to eat or drink.

It was a blessing when the King walked into the village with around four guards to escort him, saying that he needed ladies to work in the castles with a good enough amount of wage that would suffice for them both. Gerard was quite jealous because the King never asked for any men to go and entertain him, whether they were to be a jester or a butler. Not that he really wanted the wages but rather the attention from his glorious majesty. So, just in case it ever was to happen that the king suggested it, he practiced and performed in the centre of the village every fortnight when the sun was highest in the sky.

He just wanted a chance to get the kings attention because he may or may not have fancied the man. He was so strong and handsome, what with his perfect face and those sparkling eyes. Gerard didn't even care that he was shorter than him by only a head; the man seemed to just dominate everyone that so much as looked at him.

Lindsey and Gerard had agreed that she would go in and work to get her wage while he would sneak off to have his own good time(though Lindsey argued against it plenty) and then at least they would get a proper meal every second or third day and still be able to sleep in a bed of hay every night. And it was the truth, they felt like royalty with how much they were able to stuff their bellies and have a good nights rest in the warmth, the girl telling Gerard of the stories that happened within her time there.

There was one specific night where they had bundled themselves up and held each other on the hay after they had eaten a chicken together, tired from the large consumption. Lindsey had a wide grin on her face as Gerard anticipated the story he was about to hear.

"I was instructed to clean the Castles marble floors in the hallway where King Iero's secret room is..." she bit her lip, giggling. Gerard's eyes widened. He was excited to hear what happened and if she saw anything. Knowing Lindsey, she had probably snuck into the room.

"I went into the room... but it was filled with the strangest of objects that I have ever set my eyes on."

Gerard's heart jumped in his chest, "what? What did you see Lindsey? Did you see the kings trophies like the villagers have said are there?"

I'll Stop Breathing Too (Frerard One-Shots)Where stories live. Discover now