#ask sub bim

“I want your knot!” He cried out. He was moving his hips in time with Author’s. “I want it so badly.” Bim knew it was a long shot to make Author his mate, but maybe it could miraculously happen. At least he could get pregnant out of this, and finally have the children he’d wanted since he himself was young.

@ask-sub-bimAuthor -who hated his real name greatly- wasn’t looking forward to this. Being forced into marrying someone, just because he needed to becoming king, and should have secured the linage of their family before that. He was send out to find himself an omega, and his parents didn’t even care who it was.

So here he was, being lead around through the capital to look at different omegas and pick someone. He didn’t feel like just picking someone though. He was supposed to have children -a thought he didn’t much like- and he basically picked who he wanted to parent the heirs to the throne after him.

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The Host, for once, allowed the egos to do what they want and not work. Of course not leaving, because he knew they wouldn’t come back otherwise. But at least the egos were happy for once, not caring that they weren’t healthy and he was keeping them all here.

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Arthur sighed, laying his head onto his folded arms, on top of his desk. He had just finished reading a draft for a book, and he wanted to change and re-write so much, that it’s worth half of the book in terms of pages. Writing books was exhausting, but it was his means of living, and he loved writing.

He pulled his journal closer again, the one bound in leather, through which he was meant to be able to write or draw with his soulmate. He had had it for a few years now -he didn’t keep track, really- but only he seemed to use it. He knew his soulmate could just be younger than him, but he still couldn’t help but wonder.

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The egos were almost all gathered in the main floor, where the egos were usually gathered to work. Where Wilford had his “office” and supervised the others. But Wilford wasn’t currently there, but the Host was. Standing near the door, with his back to it, and the other egos gathered around in a half-circle.

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Not long after Bim had managed to kill Wilford, he vanished in a puff of bubblegum pink fog, which dissipated quickly in the wind.

Instead, the Host entered the roof. He saw the rest of the pink fog disappear, and he already knew Wilford would be back before the day was over. Wilford was, in that sense, the strongest of them all.

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“You should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed.”, Author growled, strapping the shock collar tightly around Bim’s neck. Why he had it, probably only Dark knew, but he wasn’t home right now. It were only the two of them.