last update was in April wHOOPS lmao
credit for this plot goes to my bf who doesn't have a wattpad and for that i applaud him
The sun was setting. Christmas Eve, and Samuel's boyfriend—one of which he lovingly referred to as his King—had not returned home from a business trip. Stupid Samuel, anyway, to assume that he would've.
It would've been nice though, to sit against the fire with his bottle-blonde boyfriend that night, but Sam supposed not everyone got what they wished for.
Dejected, Sam went to bed, but never slept; occasionally rolling over in the empty bed to read the clock. First 10:20, then 11:47, and by 1:16 am Samuel gave up.
Why couldn't King have come home? Why couldn't he sleep without him, a cuddly, warm body to snuggle? He didn't know think it was so difficult to sleep without King until his boyfriend had to leave for a few days.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door.
Samuel was startled, sitting up drowsily and throwing on a shirt, too tired to even question why someone was knocking on his door at 1:30 in the morning. "Coming..." He murmured, traipsing down the hallway.
He unlocked the door and opened it. Had it been a serial killer, Samuel wouldn't have known the difference. He opened the door either way.
Behind it stood a grinning— George Frederick, a green-and-red tie around his neck. In his hand, his suitcase. In the other, a bag full of what looked like gifts.
Samuel's mouth fell open. "Wh— George!" he gaped, surprise in his voice.
"What?" King said, tone smug, a grin on his face. "Don't tell me you were expecting Santa?"
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kingbury drabbles
FanfictionThere just isn't enough KingBury out there, so here I am. Feel free to comment any suggestions or prompts, I'm up for most anything. I'm not writing smut atm, mostly because I'm shitty at it and I'm lazy, but there's gonna be... almost-smut. Fabu...
