#corrupt king

uhhhh have some gay kings haha

...kinda imagining Corrupt King (the one on the left) sounding like Jevil from Deltarune lol-

Corrupted royalty AU, where all the King's servants and slaves must be fat as signs of his wealth. If the King can even afford to overfeed his workers and slaves, then he must be rolling in riches and luxury while the rest of the kingdom struggles to put bread on the table.

The absolutely massive blob of a king, Jungkook, checks up on his slaves every month as they present themselves to his highness in the lavishly adorned royal court. He munches through a feast and nods in approval if they're round enough, or purses his lips and narrows his eyes if they don't meet his standards. And they're immediately taken out of the King's presence and whisked away for fattening.

Namjoon is a new slave in the castle and doesn't know that this is why everyone is so slow in completing their work. All of the servants and slaves are huffing and red-faced, struggling with all of the extra weight as they do the King's laundry and cook feasts for his majesty's royal belly.

Namjoon is confused as he's pulled out of his work and taken to the throne room one day. He's nervous to be in the King's presence, but he is even more frightened that his owner seems... incredibly displeased with him. Namjoon completes four times as much work as anyone else does! He should be rewarded for being a good servant! However, the King looks him up and down. He frowns deeply.

Namjoon is fearful that the massive King's displeasure will mean that he's sent away... or thrown into the dungeon... or worse. He drops to his knees and crawls towards the King, kissing at his feet and begging for mercy. He cries that he'll do anything the King wants of him.

Jungkook's frown turns into a pleasured smile at the cuteness of this new addition to his wealth. He's heard reports that Namjoon is a good slave. He works hard and eats all of his portions, even as they have slowly been doubled without the boy noticing. The King grins at the sobs of "I'll do anything, your majesty, anything!"

Jungkook is so endeared. He's been wanting a pet, and this sweet slave needs feeding up. He'll personally ensure that the cute, skinny little thing at his feet fattens into a nice, hearty size.

Little does Namjoon expect to be wrapped up in silk clothes, deposited in the huge King's lap, and adorned with leather clasped around his neck and a pretty diamond dangling on his collarbones. The collar leads to a leash that the King securely has tied to his immense throne, and Namjoon... is now supposed to stay here? With the King? He definitely is not worthy of that. But he'll do as he's ordered. Even if he doesn't really understand why he's now up on the immense throne with him and sinking into soft fat.

The King's daily feast is brought before him, and Namjoon's tummy growls at all of the delicious smells, but he tries to will it silent. He can't help but be hungry after a hard day of work! But Namjoon knows it's not his place. Once- whatever this is- is finished. He will go and eat his portion of cold chicken and rice with the other servants in the kitchens... right? He tries hard not to drool at the massive array of glistening food brought to Jungkook. Every dish sparkles like jewels resting on platters as they drip with sauces and fill the air with a heavenly aroma.

Namjoon finds a warm weight settled on his stomach and he peeks down. The King's hand is resting on his tummy as Namjoon sits in Jungkook's lap, still confused about his role here. All of the other slaves in the chamber are glaring at him with envy, and Namjoon doesn't know what he's done wrong... or right. The King eats his fill, and his massive gut swells around Namjoon, causing him to sink deeply into it as it engulfs him. Namjoon doesn't dare to move because he's a good slave who follows orders.

It's the next words that shock Namjoon into his jaw dropping open. "Eat up, little pet~" and his open mouth is being stuffed with delicious, tender meat and thick fluffy bread. He groans around the bite and obediently swallows it, dropping his lips open for more as a big spoonful of some thick, creamy stew is poured into him. He's confused about who is feeding him, because he's so far up from the other servants as he sits on the King's lap and the extravagant throne. Food keeps being shoveled into him and Namjoon devours each bite. Until a heavy, chubby hand pats Namjoon's belly in approval. He looks down, feeling slow and lazy from the delicious feast that he just kept eating and eating as it was put into his mouth.

His new silk tunic is pulled tightly over a bulge in his middle. His tummy is swollen, full to bursting from overeating. It starts aching and makes an angry gurgling noise from being fed too much of the rich banquet. He feels bloated and thick with greasy meat, buttery bread, and heavy creamed potatoes. The chubby hand adorned with the royal signet ring gently cups Namjoon's bulging belly. Namjoon's feast-bogged brain realizes that the King is the one rubbing his overfilled tummy. His cheeks heat up bright red, and he hiccups. A doting pat to his tummy releases a buildup of gas, and he burps, embarrassed immediately. A low, pleased sound rumbles right behind his ear and radiates through Namjoon's back. The King's hand presses in more firmly to Namjoon's distended belly and rubs slow, deep circles. It causes the dull throbbing ache to melt away into warm tingles of pleasure that fizzle inside of him. Namjoon whines softly as he dumbly watches his tummy receive rubs, blissfully unaware as the entire courtroom watches him.

The fire was the only thing lightning up the cave and keeping the apostate relatively warm as he curled the now worn out robe around himself. It had gotten colder the further away he got from Kirkwall as days passed after what he had done, inciting the rebellion that was bound to happen sooner or later anyway.

Anders had been forced to leave the life he had made for himself there, reduced to hiding out in caves as notorious as he was for said act. It wouldn't be long until they would eventually stop talking about the incident though, something else and more important coming in the way- as always happened. It was merely a matter of time. The mage also had a way of keeping a low profile, years of keeping hidden from Templars and running away teaching him enough of that to know how to do so now. 

Extinguishing the fire, he put everything he was carrying with him away in order to move on, he never could quite keep to spending too much time in one exact spot- the first rule of keeping out of sight. Otherwise he would have been found by now.