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Nibbly Bits

A bit of context for the story.  As the game master my rule is if you want to say something OOC you raise your hand.  I run a 7th Sea game that consists of a Castillian Noble, Tomas.  His Vesten bodyguard Halbjourn, and a Ussurian midwife, Marina (and secretly a Daughter of Sophia who was told to follow the two).  Tomas took the Dangerous Beauty advantage, which often gets him into trouble.

The party was in Eisen at the estate of Georg Hainzl.  And to escape the moves he was putting on her, Marina retired to have a bath.  Tomas and Halbjourn did like wise.  This is when Tomas’ Dangerous Beauty came into play.

Tomas’ serving maid:  May I wash you sir?

Tomas (a virgin even though he talks big): No that’s fine.

Tomas’ serving maid:  I only wish to service you, and wash your nibbly bits.

Halbjourn player forgets to raise his hand.

Halbjourn:  I want to wash your nibbly bits!

Me: Okay, Halbjourn bursts into your room naked and declares he wants to also wash your nibbly bits.

Halbjourn’s player:  Shit!  Forgot to raise my hand.  Fuck it I’m going with it.

Halbjourn:  Tomas, I want to wash your nibbly bits!

Tomas: (Yells and jumps out of the bath naked)  NO!  Really that’s okay!  (Runs from room)

Halbjourn chasing Tomas down the hall:  But I want to wash your nibbly bits!

Kompromise

Summary:  While unpacking your belongings at Jumin’s house, you discovering something about him.  It triggers your first fight as a married couple!  After the After Ending.

Pairing:  Jumin x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  G

Word Count:  Approx. 1400

Protip:  Wii remotes are compatible with the Wii U. Also, I do not love this title.


A few nights after returning from your honeymoon, you were finally moving all of your things into Jumin’s home.  It wasn’t difficult; it was mostly clothes and personal knickknacks, but you also had a few electronics that Jumin had never seen before.  You had dismissed your husband’s offer to hire a professional decorator and maid service to move in your things, and had instead recruited Jumin’s efforts in unpacking all your boxes.  He thought it was a waste of time for one of his rare off days, but he also had the majority of the reins for planning your wedding, so he decided to humour you and your commoner quirks. Marriage was about compromise, after all.

“What on earth is this?” Jumin asked, unearthing an unusual white box.

You glanced up at him, then smiled at his confusion when he saw that a controller with a screen seemed to be part of the machine’s set.

“Do these really go together?  They have the same logo,” he wondered out loud, comparing the two objects side-by-side.

“That’s a Wii U,” you chuckled, readjusting his grip on the controller; he had been holding it upside-down, “You’ve never played with one, before?”

“I am a grown adult,” he rolled his eyes, “What use have I for toys?  Electronic or otherwise.”

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