why dont we one shots

prince - jarbyn

ship: jarbyn
type: fluff
warning: i wrote this at 12am so expect spelling mistakes and fast writing ❤️❤️

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the palace of blego was especially quiet today. there were little too no maids working because of the late/early hour.

corbyn walks slowly down the long and open hallways through all of the small doors to get down to the servant's quarters.

most of them were either asleep or finishing up their jobs. it was common to see corbyn lurking around the quarters. he hated the neglect his father showed to the servants.

the place would be a pigsty and they would be starving without them. one baker in particular always caught corbyn's eye. that's why he was always paying this late visit to the kitchen.

that baker was jack avery. jack didn't necessarily like the king but he put up with his job. it gave him and his siblings free housing, food, and clothing. although the clothing was pretty ratty and worn out.

jack just took the job so he got the benefits, and could get the kids a life they deserve. jack could care less about himself in that matter.

corbyn sighs as he slowly opens the door to the large kitchen. you could see jack taking out a batch of cinnamon rolls for the next day's pastry line.

corbyn sneaks up behind the boy once he places the rolls down on the counter. "boo" he says quickly, snaking his arms around jacks waist.

jack jumps and practically throws the bowl of icing. he places down the bowl and smacks corbyn's chest. "you asshole."

corbyn giggles as he watches jack turn back around and cover the rolls with the sweat white mixture. "i missed you" corbyn says sweetly, dragging out the 'u' in you.

jack rolls his eyes with a smile as he looks at the boy leaning on the metal counter. "i missed you too." he continues to cover the cinnamon rolls as they sit in comfortable silence.

jack throws the dirty bowl in the sink and covers the cinnamon rolls, placing them in one of the many refrigerators. corbyn was just playing with the spoon jack used to scoop the sugar, licking it clean.

"that's going to give you cavities," jack says, glancing at corbyn. corbyn rolls his eyes, jumping off the counter. "ok mom."

jack smiles in response, turning around so his back faces the refrigerator. corbyn slowly walks over to him and put his free hand out. jack grins widely and grabs the hand, sliding it around his shoulder.

"how about we go back to my room and have some fun" corbyn whispers, dragging himself as well as jack out of the kitchen. jack signs and shakes his head. he didn't forget to throw the spoon in a random sink.

"i have to stitch up some shoes for isla" he says softly. corbyn kisses the top of his head, still moving away from jack's room. "but can't that wait. i could buy her completely new shoes."

he nudges jack's side with a smile as they continue to quietly walk through the palace. even though corbyn was the prince, he wore a normal t-shirt and sweats. he didn't always have to wear designer suits and expensive crowns.

"you're not my sugar daddy," jack says with a smirk. "i could be." jack chuckles loudly before corbyn throws a hand over his mouth. "hurry up and get to my room, would you," corbyn says with a goofy smile.

"come on" he mutters. corbyn grabs his hand and starts to jog swiftly through the palace. jack followed quickly behind, letting himself take in all the beautiful paintings once again.