Arabian Nights (Au!Fic) Epilogue
Ryeowook lets out a sigh of relief as the crown that belonged to his father is set upon his head, the many months of arguing with the council finally paying off in the past few hours of ceremony. The applause if deafening when the circlet rests upon his hair, Ryeowook having insisted that the people of his Kingdom be allowed to witness his coronation, much to the council’s chagrin.
Ryeowook snorts at the thought, he’d probably be dead the moment the crown hit his head if it were a closed ceremony. Though much had changed since the aftermath of his kidnapping, Chancellors Park and Choi rotting in the dungeon for one, he knows better than any that there’s betrayal at every corner and it pays to be careful.
Not that he doesn’t believe that Jongwoon wouldn’t be willing to play his ‘knight in shining armor’ again, but he does worry as to how another episode like that would affect the other man’s psyche.
It took a solid week of coaxing Jongwoon that he wasn’t made of glass to get him to stop watching his every movement like a hawk and nearly mauling all those who dared get within a foot of him. It was amusing until it started to interfere with his daily diplomatic relationships, to which he was forced to gently tell the other man to lay off a little bit and let him get the country back on track.
Not that that seemed to stop him from lingering close to his side at all times, but that was not something that Ryeowook minded at all.
The newly crowned King glances over his shoulder to catch Jongwoon’s eye, and gives a light smile to the other man’s slight leer, nearly chuckling when Sungmin smacks him on the arm and hisses warnings at him. Time in the infirmary served to do nothing for his relationship with Jongwoon, only giving grudging respect at Jongwoon’s rescue of Ryeowook.
The rest of his ceremony passes uneventfully, speech filled and boring, he swears about ten oaths before he’s finally allowed to leave, the people appeased and no doubt using it as an excuse to take the day off and spend it drinking and celebrating. He makes excuses of tiredness to excuse himself from the people’s excitement, and makes his way up to his room, but not before casting an amused glance at Jongwoon and Sungmin’s continuing bickering.
He slips unnoticed up the stairs and begins the trial of taking off his many layers of ceremonial clothing once safe in his room. The cloth is heavy as he removes it and he finds himself thankful that this is only for the most special of occasions, his coronation being one of them. He lets a smile lighten his features when arms come around his waist to help pull at a particularly tough knot on one of him many sashes, and remaining there afterwards.
“Is His Highness trying to escape his own celebration? The people are getting spectacularly drunk already and it isn’t even past noon, all in your honor,” Jongwoon teases into his neck, affectionately kissing the pale skin there.
“Clearly the people have gotten more than six hours of sleep this week then, you should know I’ve been up at all hours trying to argue the council out of every possible way they could find me ‘unfit’ for ruling.” Ryeowook snorts and leans back in Jongwoon’s hold, taking the relaxing moment for everything that it’s worth.
“You were one of their favorite topics you know, citing the reason there will never be any heirs.” Ryeowook continues as Jongwoon hums against his hair. “It’s like they’ve forgotten about Kibum entirely, let him have all the little terrors.”
Jongwoon chuckles at this, turning Ryeowook in his arms to rest their foreheads together. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate hearing that. But you’ve won at least? Now you can have a solid night of sleep for a few days before they begin hounding you to resign for some reason or another.”
Ryeowook sighs contentedly as their breath mingles, slowly letting the tension of past few months seep out. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life arguing with those fools. But at least I have you as my lovely Queen, hmm?”
Jongwoon growls at him and Ryeowook lets out a full laugh before pulling him down to let their mouths meet in a sweet kiss, Jongwoon pulling him flush against him as Ryeowook’s fingers tangle in his black hair.
Jongwoon’s nose wrinkles as he pulls away, amusement lighting his eyes. “You taste sweet. Don’t tell me you had Henry make you a plate of baklava before your ceremony?”
“Okay, I won’t,” Ryeowook murmurs against Jongwoon’s lips, brushing them together a few more times before disentangling himself from the other man’s arms, finishing his undressing and slipping into a loose tunic.
“Now are you going to come to bed with your King or not?” Ryeowook’s eyes turn sultry as he raises an eyebrow at Jongwoon, gesturing to the bed. Jongwoon chuckles, but approaches and tips the other man’s chin up.
“And here I thought you were tired. But who am I to oppose His Highness’s first order?” Jongwoon laughs again as Ryeowook’s fingers fumble with the buttons of his tunic, catching his mouth in another searing kiss as he pulls him down onto the bed with him.
Jongwoon lets his actions speak for him, thumbs lightly stroking over Ryeowook’s high cheekbones and laying one chaste kiss on his lips before moving on. And when Ryeowook is sweaty and disheveled in the aftermath, murmuring senseless language into his collarbone and curling into Jongwoon’s heat, falling asleep near immediately as the Jongwoon’s hand cards lightly through his hair.
That’s when he knows, they feel the same.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND HAD LOTS OF SEX. THE END.
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Well this is the first chaptered fic I've ever finished, so I feel quite accomplished right now. 41 pages and 18,889 words total :) And maybe one day I'll sit down and write some prequel drabbles, as I know I've left a lot unexplained. But my endless thanks go to Maggie who betaed every single chapter of this damn thing, and to kellsung and seeeno for listening to me bitch about it constantly XD (and contributing ideas~) And thank you to everyone who ever commented on this little thing, you have all my love<3
Thank you for reading! I really do hope you enjoyed, and comments really are absolute love<3
Ryeowook snorts at the thought, he’d probably be dead the moment the crown hit his head if it were a closed ceremony. Though much had changed since the aftermath of his kidnapping, Chancellors Park and Choi rotting in the dungeon for one, he knows better than any that there’s betrayal at every corner and it pays to be careful.
Not that he doesn’t believe that Jongwoon wouldn’t be willing to play his ‘knight in shining armor’ again, but he does worry as to how another episode like that would affect the other man’s psyche.
It took a solid week of coaxing Jongwoon that he wasn’t made of glass to get him to stop watching his every movement like a hawk and nearly mauling all those who dared get within a foot of him. It was amusing until it started to interfere with his daily diplomatic relationships, to which he was forced to gently tell the other man to lay off a little bit and let him get the country back on track.
Not that that seemed to stop him from lingering close to his side at all times, but that was not something that Ryeowook minded at all.
The newly crowned King glances over his shoulder to catch Jongwoon’s eye, and gives a light smile to the other man’s slight leer, nearly chuckling when Sungmin smacks him on the arm and hisses warnings at him. Time in the infirmary served to do nothing for his relationship with Jongwoon, only giving grudging respect at Jongwoon’s rescue of Ryeowook.
The rest of his ceremony passes uneventfully, speech filled and boring, he swears about ten oaths before he’s finally allowed to leave, the people appeased and no doubt using it as an excuse to take the day off and spend it drinking and celebrating. He makes excuses of tiredness to excuse himself from the people’s excitement, and makes his way up to his room, but not before casting an amused glance at Jongwoon and Sungmin’s continuing bickering.
He slips unnoticed up the stairs and begins the trial of taking off his many layers of ceremonial clothing once safe in his room. The cloth is heavy as he removes it and he finds himself thankful that this is only for the most special of occasions, his coronation being one of them. He lets a smile lighten his features when arms come around his waist to help pull at a particularly tough knot on one of him many sashes, and remaining there afterwards.
“Is His Highness trying to escape his own celebration? The people are getting spectacularly drunk already and it isn’t even past noon, all in your honor,” Jongwoon teases into his neck, affectionately kissing the pale skin there.
“Clearly the people have gotten more than six hours of sleep this week then, you should know I’ve been up at all hours trying to argue the council out of every possible way they could find me ‘unfit’ for ruling.” Ryeowook snorts and leans back in Jongwoon’s hold, taking the relaxing moment for everything that it’s worth.
“You were one of their favorite topics you know, citing the reason there will never be any heirs.” Ryeowook continues as Jongwoon hums against his hair. “It’s like they’ve forgotten about Kibum entirely, let him have all the little terrors.”
Jongwoon chuckles at this, turning Ryeowook in his arms to rest their foreheads together. “I’m sure he’ll appreciate hearing that. But you’ve won at least? Now you can have a solid night of sleep for a few days before they begin hounding you to resign for some reason or another.”
Ryeowook sighs contentedly as their breath mingles, slowly letting the tension of past few months seep out. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life arguing with those fools. But at least I have you as my lovely Queen, hmm?”
Jongwoon growls at him and Ryeowook lets out a full laugh before pulling him down to let their mouths meet in a sweet kiss, Jongwoon pulling him flush against him as Ryeowook’s fingers tangle in his black hair.
Jongwoon’s nose wrinkles as he pulls away, amusement lighting his eyes. “You taste sweet. Don’t tell me you had Henry make you a plate of baklava before your ceremony?”
“Okay, I won’t,” Ryeowook murmurs against Jongwoon’s lips, brushing them together a few more times before disentangling himself from the other man’s arms, finishing his undressing and slipping into a loose tunic.
“Now are you going to come to bed with your King or not?” Ryeowook’s eyes turn sultry as he raises an eyebrow at Jongwoon, gesturing to the bed. Jongwoon chuckles, but approaches and tips the other man’s chin up.
“And here I thought you were tired. But who am I to oppose His Highness’s first order?” Jongwoon laughs again as Ryeowook’s fingers fumble with the buttons of his tunic, catching his mouth in another searing kiss as he pulls him down onto the bed with him.
Jongwoon lets his actions speak for him, thumbs lightly stroking over Ryeowook’s high cheekbones and laying one chaste kiss on his lips before moving on. And when Ryeowook is sweaty and disheveled in the aftermath, murmuring senseless language into his collarbone and curling into Jongwoon’s heat, falling asleep near immediately as the Jongwoon’s hand cards lightly through his hair.
That’s when he knows, they feel the same.
AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER AND HAD LOTS OF SEX. THE END.
..
Well this is the first chaptered fic I've ever finished, so I feel quite accomplished right now. 41 pages and 18,889 words total :) And maybe one day I'll sit down and write some prequel drabbles, as I know I've left a lot unexplained. But my endless thanks go to Maggie who betaed every single chapter of this damn thing, and to kellsung and seeeno for listening to me bitch about it constantly XD (and contributing ideas~) And thank you to everyone who ever commented on this little thing, you have all my love<3
Thank you for reading! I really do hope you enjoyed, and comments really are absolute love<3