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open starter || jack
open to: m / nb / f (f for romantic undertones) relation: a customer / someone working at the cafe / etc
“I’m not joking! I really don’t like chocolate. I dunno, it’s one of those things I guess,” he said with a smile pouring himself a coffee. “Of course I end up eating the cookies Ollie leaves around but I don’t love chocolate. Or peanut butter.”
Plot: Royal ABO? Arranged marriage royal abo? Yes. Alpha is curious about the omega that’s been moved into his castle but he’s not yet supposed to actually interact with her, buuuuut he don’t give a fuck. They’re supposed to marry in like 2 weeks anyways. Info: Open to females, Omegas. Muse is Jack, who can be a bit of a dick.
Jack knew his parents would be disappointed, as would most of the court, yet he stood outside of the door to her bedroom. Knocking a few rapid knocks on the door, he stepped a little bit back, just to give her some space, while he tried to stay out of the sight of anyone who might pass by. Of course she’d agree they ought to know each other before agreeing to be mates for life, right? After all, she could be some little thing who couldn’t even deal with the slightest rough touch. Or even worse, she could be some moron he didn’t even want to bother with. Yet, there he stood, waiting for this supposed little omega to open the door, and reveal herself. Show who he was supposed to marry.
Plot: cute, young, new girl at the office who’s a little too cocky and won’t give me the time of day but she’s so hot I have to try , right ?
It wasn’t all that often Jack would usually visit the office of the cruise ship he was a captain off, yet after she started to work there, he’d been showing up more often. Even just to do talks that could have been done over the phone, in person. Mostly so he could watch her. But he needed to make a move. To get her attention. She just looked so wonderfully delicious. So he’d stopped by the coffee machine, picked up some coffee for him and for her, before he stopped by her desk, offering her the cup. “Coffee? You can’t possibly claim you can easily work here without drinking coffee”
---- ℐαcк ---- "God, are you sure you’re not sprouting tits under that jacket?"
