Summary: Jungkook has only ever thought of his breeding clients as just that - clients, and he’s always quite indifferent to them since he only ever knows them for a short period of time. But then you come along, and he starts experiencing feelings that aren’t being manipulated by your heat. Real feelings, that he has never harbored before with anyone else.
Notes: in a world where shower sex is Effortless. LOLLL also plz enjoy the stereotypical dogs love peanut butter thing in this it brought me joy
It was silent, save for the light clinking of the spoon Seokjin was using to stir his tea. Namjoon sat at the island in the middle of the large kitchen, staring down at his cup of tea which was untouched, worrying about one thing and one thing only.
“So what do you think they’re doing?”
Seokjin promptly stopped stirring his tea at the question and turned around away from the counter to look at Namjoon, his eyebrow raised and a small smile playing at his lips. “Do you really want me to answer that?” He sauntered over to the island where Namjoon was seated, taking a sip of his tea on the way over.
Sheepishly, Namjoon chuckled and ducked his head, cheeks turning red from the slight embarrassment and scratching the back of his neck. What a foolish question he had asked. “Oh- um, yeah, I guess not.”
“Yeah, they’ll be doing that for awhile,” Seokjin explained in amusement, taking a seat at the island across from him. “But later on, they’ll take a break.. Come downstairs, eat and drink something - recharge, perhaps. Don’t get it twisted though, you won’t be able to…. touch her, if you know what I mean. Not even a rub on the arm. Jungkook will be attached at her hip. He’s very territorial and possessive of his clients, I’m afraid. Well, I’m sure you know that well enough.”
So… kinda nervous sharing this project online, because it’s not like my other comics and it’s suuuper stylized… but today is day 6 of iwaoi week and one prompt is “fairy tale“!!
After doodling the FHQ!iwaoi card art, I started thinking about why Oikawa/Kuroo would break bad in a serious version of FHQ… and then I wrote and illustrated a whole FHQ fairy tale picture book. (click thru/embiggen for the crispy hi res images)
All the lineart’s done, so I’m posting pages as I color. Plan is to post 2 pages every other day or so, tho I do have 3-4 queued up for tomorrow! Here we goo
Look! It’s more about Dad!Niall and little Maeve! I saw a prompt on my prompt list that sparked the inspiration for this and it’s a little short, but I’m just really excited to be writing again and I really hope you all like it!
The hospital room
was relatively calm.
You’d gotten less
than four hours of blissful, quiet sleep in the calm room, the only noise
coming from the heart monitor that you were required to wear and the whirring
of the machines. Early in the evening, the room was chaotic. You were sitting
up in the hospital bed with your knees pulled up to your chest and Niall by
your side, chanting and cheering you on. He held one of your legs back and he
coached you as you pushed, doing everything in your power to bring your baby
into the world before midnight. And then the room was filled with tears and
cheers, your little one measured and weighed and wrapped up in a soft white
blanket before being passed onto you and Niall. You’d spent a good few moments
with her resting on your chest after she was born, your nightie ruined and your
cheeks wet with tears of joy and pride. She was absolutely beautiful.
A/N: If you aren’t in the tags yet, and you told me you wanted to be in the tags, I apologize. This part was queued up minutes after I made part 1 and I’m at work ahhh. You’ll be included in part 3 for sure. Hope you enjoy!
Two weeks later, you ran into him
again. This time, you were sitting down for your political science final exam
and he had taken the seat right next to you. He recognized you first.
“Hey!” he greeted, wide smile on
his face as you turned to look at him, perplexed. “Girl that I thought was Dot
and snuck into her bed! How are you?”
You tilted your head, your brain
still going over political theory and not processing what he had just said.