Jonalot Week Day 3: Dreams
Future
SUMMARY: “One day,” Lancelot said, “I’m going to unite the Red and Black Territories.”
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“One day,” Lancelot said, “I’m going to unite the Red and Black Territories.”
Jonah turned his head to look at the boy lying beside them. It was a sunny afternoon, and they were sitting at the lawn in the Red Headquarters, a place that he had only been allowed in occasionally because, according to Father, he was still a child even though he’s 13 now. He knew that it was terribly uncouth and bad-mannered to sit on the ground, but Lancelot had smiled so brightly that Jonah simply couldn’t refuse him anything.
Jonah considered the bold statement, “So you want to…conquer the Black Territory and unite our country under the Red banner?”
“No, not like that,” Lancelot replied. “I just don’t want our people to be so divided anymore. We all live in the same country, and it’s only natural that we should get along.”
“But why?” Jonah asked curiously. “Father said that the people in the Black Territory are savages, and that it’s good for us to be separate from them. The only way that they can reach our level is if they surrender and become part of us.”
Lancelot frowned, “This is exactly the problem. We’ve barely met anyone from the Black Territory, but we already have preconceived notions about them. That’s not fair at all.”
Jonah still didn’t understand, but it seemed important to Lancelot, so he nodded along anyways. If it was what Lancelot wanted, then Jonah would support him because that’s what a good Queen does.
“What about you, Jonah? What do you want to do in the future?” Lancelot asked, turning his head as well so that they were face-to-face. Jonah could see the deep blue of Lancelot’s eyes, only inches away from his. He swallowed, and it took a while before he registered the question.
“I—I want to be a good Queen for you, of course,” Jonah said, slightly shy.
Lancelot smiled, and his whole face seemed to light up, brighter than even the afternoon sun. Jonah stared at him, enthralled.
“Is that so?” Lancelot breathed, and his blue eyes seemed to shine even brighter. Jonah drowned in them, unable to breathe. The eye contact was like a physical connection between them, a tether binding them together.
Jonah looked away first, unable to handle the intensity. He could still feel Lancelot staring at him, and to his displeasure, he felt heat rising to his cheeks rapidly. He stared up into the clear sky, trying to will away his flush.
Suddenly, he heard Lancelot’s soft laugh, and a warm hand covered his own, “I look forward to it very much.”
Jonah swallowed. In a burst of courage, he laced his fingers through Lancelot’s. The other boy didn’t say anything, and instead squeezed Jonah’s hand lightly.
Jonah closed his eyes, and prayed that both of their dreams will come true.
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I know that this is only, like, 400 words and I took 4 days to write this, but I have an exuse a valid reason! The next day is going to be significantly longer than the rest of my fics, and I’m been writing that one over the past few days as well. Also, because of the length, I’m considering posting Day 5 before Day 4, or posting Day 4 last. I just don’t want anyone to think I’m skipping the day because I’m not. It’s actually shaping up to be one of my favorites right now (well, they’re all my favorites, but this one in particular). These past 3 days have all been pre-relationship bc I’m a sucked for pre-relationship stuff, but Day 4 is gonna have some actual couple action.
But anyways, back to talking about this fic, I would just like to point out that this is unedited. I didn’t really have the time or energy to take a deep look at this before posting it and working on other fics, so I apologize for any grammatical errors, unnatural dialogue, or pacing issues. Actually, I should probably mention that I haven’t edited Day 2 as well; Day 1 was the only one I edited because I had the foresight to write that fic before Jonalot Week started. However, when I finish the week, I will be coming back and editing these again. So any weird mistakes you see right now will be fixed shortly (or not-so-shortly, considering the time it takes for me to actually write).
I originally planned for Jonah to be, like, 11 in this fic bc I still wanted to keep his ~childish innocence~ when it comes to Lancelot, but then things got a little shippy and it would’ve been weird to have an 11-year-old to, y’know, feel thingggggggs. So I switched him to 13 instead. It’s not that much better, but still ¯\_(ツ)_/¯