“Jungkook was sent by the Ravens of the Black Forest to kill the Queen of the Night Queendom. He hadn’t expected to find love when he climbed the high walls of the Queen’s castle and pressed a sharp blade against her throat.”
Pairing: Bandit!Jungkook x Queen!Reader
Genre: Fantasy, e2l!AU, Smut, Romance
Warnings: LOTS of plot & worldbuilding omgmg, an assassination attempt, gags, ropes as bondages, switch!Jungkook, domish!Reader, knife play, blood play if you squint, choking, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, rough (angry) sex, crying kink ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ˡᵉᵗ'ˢ ᵇᵉ ʰᵒⁿᵉˢᵗ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵐᵉ, mutual striptease, food play in the form of feeding (bruh it’s hot), they share a bath all nakedy 👀, Kook is such an angry boy in the beginning, lmao this whole story is sending me down a spiral tbfh
a/n: This is without doubt one of my fave stories I have written so far. I love the world I created so much. And yes this takes place in the same universe Unveiled takes place. I hope you guys enjoy reading it just as much as I did writing it! 💜 also I know it’s long, but please give it a chance, it’s really good :(
A cold blade against your throat wakes you. Your reaction is instant. You were prepared, waiting impatiently for the day to come.
Your murderer is beneath you in an instance. His own blade is pressed right under his eye, your fingers have a tight grasp on his throat.
He wiggles and growls, dark eyes glued to your face.
“Uh-hu”, you warn, pressing the blade tighter to his skin.
He grunts and eyes his shiny demise.
“Fuck”, he presses out, forsaking his fight against you.
You tilt his head up, nails bruising his skin.
"Now tell me. Who could be so reckless to attack me in my bedchambers?”
“You have to kill me before I talk”, he spits.
You study him. Strong body with muscles that strain against his dark clothes. Pretty face with a chiseled jaw and soft cheeks, there is dirt and sweat on his skin. He is panting heavily, chapped lips parted. His nails are dirty and broken. That means he climbed up your walls. Logical. Your castle’s wolves would have found him otherwise. Clever. Means he knew the grounds and your customs.
“You climbed. Impressive. That would have been a high fall had you slipped. Fatal even."
He growls and sits up, getting himself pressed down again.
"It would have been worth it”, he spits.
He is angry and filled with hate. It is directed at you. Interesting. People don’t normally look at you with such hatred. Which can only mean one thing.
“Ah!” he gasps, back arching in pain.
You slashed through his shirt, cutting his skin in the process. He wiggles, finally showing you his strength. But you pin him down by his throat easily, ripping the shirt open with one hand.
He snarls angrily, swallowing heavily because breathing is becoming terribly difficult.
"You are one of them”, you say, studying the raven tattoo on his right pec, “The Ravens of the Black Forest."
He growls and fights harder. You figured him out.
"Will you stop fighting against me?” you hiss, finally putting real pressure on his throat.
His eyes widen, fingers clasping your wrist.
You squeeze harder, making his eyelids flutter.
“You’d rather die than tell me your name? Your conviction is remarkable.”
His body twitches, his lips opening and closing in search of air. You laugh.
“Remarkable really. Such devotion could be useful. Also…"
You drag the knife over his cheek softly.
”…it would be a waste to kill such a pretty face.“
You release his throat. He coughs and wheezes.
"There, there you’ll live. It will bruise but you will live”, you soothe him, patting his chest.
He calms down slowly, staring at you with widened eyes.
“Why would you spare me?"
"Because I am not the monster you think me to be."
"Stay”, you order, pressing the blade right against his throat.
He falls down on the mattress, licking over his lips nervously.
“That’s better”, you smile, “now, I’ll give you one last chance to tell me your name before I call in my warriors and tell them to throw you into a cell to rot."
You lower your eyes in anger.
“Valkeria! Auralia!” you call them, “your silence won’t save you stranger”, you tell him.
“My Queen you called upon us”, Valkeria asks, grasping her sword.
“A confused bird has found its way into my bedchamber. Take him back to his cage."
The stranger leaves with an impressive struggle. Your warriors have much to do.
"You won’t get through with this! You hear me? They will come looking for me!” he screams.
“Gag him too, he is oh so noisy and I am trying to sleep."
