Part 2

Context: You've found an incredible deal on an apartment and just moved in! It's so exciting to have your own place, and you're just getting settled in on this night. Sure, it's not the best neighborhood. Sure, the landlord mentioned some crime, but you're not too bothered. After all, what's the worst that could happen?

Setting: Your apartment

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to ?][Mafia Don Werewolf Speaker][Timid Human Listener][Kisses][Injured][Mafia][Werewolf][Sadodere?][Teasing][But Threatening][Reverse Comfort?][Life Debt][Flirting?][Lore Drops][CW: Gunshots/Violence/Mentions of Murder, etc.]

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[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: City ambiance (the rough side of it)]

[You’re just finishing moving into your apartment when you hear gunshots ring out below]

[SFX: Gunshots]

[You duck, on instinct, and hear some shouting and running]

“YOU AIN’T GETTING AWAY THAT EASY, REPO! Boys, shoot him down!”

[SFX: More gunshots and then the first voice crying out in pain]

“Ghh! Don’t fucking worry about me, I can handle a bullet wound! Just go after the bastard!”

[Pause]

[SFX: Footsteps hurrying off]

[You peer outside cautiously and see a rather large man slumped against the wall of the alleyway, holding his side]

“Rrrgh, fucking… C’mon, Fane… c’mon… Ah damnit, that’s exposed muscle…”

[SFX: Distant police sirens]

“Ah fuck… Ghh, whatever… I’d rather bleed out than go down to some bitch in blue… You hear me, Summergleam City?! All of you can KISS MY HAIRY ASS!”

[SFX: The man punching the trash can before he appears to pass out]

[...]

**[Time passes to several hours later]*\*

[Somehow, you’ve gotten the strange man into your apartment and laid out on the couch. He groans as you bandage him up. He is, unfortunately, absolutely jacked and rocking a twelve pack. He’s also pretty dang hairy]

“Muhh… Stupid fucking coppers… Lucky it ain’t a full moon, otherwise I’d make your great-great-great grandchildren bury you…”

[Pause…]

“Hh?! Rrgh… Don’t you fucking TOUCH ME!”

[You jump back with a yelp as he swipes in your general direction]

[Pause!!!]

“I swear to God… I swear to fucking God, Chris, you fucked me for the last godamned time… I’m going to make your children dig your grave right in front of you…”

[He thrashes hard enough that his hat drops and you see… wolf ears]

[Pause]

[Screw it. You gently pat his ears]

“Rrgh! Rrr…mmh… Oh baby, you know I love it when you scratch my ears… Mmhm, oh that’s nice…”

[Pause?]

“Mmhm… I can drink some water, babe.”

[SFX: The strange man choking down some water]

“Pfah! Nngh… I’m relaxing, I’m relaxing… Just keep petting my ears while I bleed out, alright? This shit’s scary… I ain’t ready to lie down like a literal dog just yet…”

[Pause]

“Mmhm… Do me a favor before I go, yeah?”

[Pause?]

“Gimme a kiss. One last kiss.”

[You hesitate but give him a smooch - last requests, and all]

“Mmh, damn, these lips… You taste sweet as anything… How’s about a cigar, hon. In my jacket pocket.”

[You glance to where you set it on the armchair and fumble with it, getting him a cigar]

[Pause]

“Nngh? Lighter’s in the other pocket, I think.”

[SFX: Cloth rustling again and then significant weight being pressed on the wooden floorboards]

[You hear a loud creak behind you and turn. The man, or, half-man, towers over you. He looks down at you coldly, cigar dangling from his lips]

[...]

“Oh no, the werewolf is standing, how unfortunate! ...Mind giving me a light, sweetheart?”

[SFX: A lighter being clicked a few times and then Fane leaning down and lighting the cigar]

“Ahh. Thank you, kindly, Doll. I take it you’re the one that dragged my massive, hairy ass all the way up here to the fifth floor? Bandaged me up? Gave me sweet little ear scritches and a kiss, just cause I asked all nice? Hmhm. Did you think I was hallucinating or dreaming, sweetheart?”

[Pause]

“Relax, Doll. I’m not gonna hurt someone that saved my damned life. Or is it the werewolf thing? Probably the werewolf thing, I’m guessing. Not a dog person? Hm? Not even with this big, floofy tail, enh? Hehe… Ah, you humans. Love you some dogs until they’re towering over you, licking their fangs and just ready to eat you up.”

[Pause]

“Aww… Why you blushing, cutie? Is it cause my muscles are all exposed? Or do you have a thing for big, scary men that may or may not do you harm? Ooh, no, poor baby. Poor sweet little thing! Big, mean werewolf might be so grateful you saved his life! Maybe he’ll lay his head in your lap and smile and say “I wanna give you the world, Doll”... or maybe he’ll just snap his jaws around that pretty neck and… oops! Doll is in pieces, hmhm.”

[Pause]

“Oh, relax. Name’s Fane, by the way. Hehe, appreciate that emotional whiplash? Yeah, I’m good at it. What’s yours, sweetheart?”

[Pause]

“Mmh. Well, Doll, you have a royal-blooded werewolf in your cute little apartment. Perfect pedigree, bred to be the best. What are you gonna do with him, hm?”

[Pause]

[He smiles sadistically]

“Ooh, poor widdle sweetheart. Took a risk on rescuing a stranger and he turns out to be a big, mean werewolf. Big old Fane Sangrados, towering over the pretty human. Why, your nose barely comes up to my abs, sweetheart! Aww…”

[You want to step away from him but your instincts tell you not to as he leans down and sniffs you slowly]

“Mmh… No alcohol, no drugs, not even blood under your fingernails. So you’re not running with the enemy, huh? Awful smart of you, Doll… I don’t take kindly to any of the Indigos stepping on my turf. And that little smart mouthed psychopath, Xavier, is out for blood after his kid sibling took a bullet. Nothing but fucking trouble, yeah?”

[His smile becomes a bit more sadistic, more toothy]

“That’s real good for you, babydoll. I’d hate to have to tear someone so cute in half just for being put up to “rescuing” me. You don’t look like the torturing type, but it wouldn’t be the first time. Last time they tried it, well… There’s a reason this apartment opened up at such a reasonable price. And needed a lot of coats of new paint…”

[Pause]

“Aww, look at you trembling.”

[He leans down and whispers in your ear:]

“Do I scare you, darling?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and pats you on the head]

“Cute. Tell you what, sweetheart, I owe you my favor. I’ll throw in professional cleaning and six months worth of rent for free.”

[Pause?]

[He tugs on a shirt over the bandages and adjusts his tie with a grunt]

“How can I arrange it? Tch, sweetheart… I run these streets. I run this city. I run this fucking coast. I can do whatever the Hell I want, including spoiling little scared Dolls as I see fit. Gahdamnit, this fucking tie-!”

[Pause]

[He pauses as you offer to help him]

“Help with my tie…? Mmh… Fine. I’ll pick you up and you fix my tie. But Doll… I could crush that pretty waist on pure accident. You just remember that, hm?”

[Pause]

[You fix his tie for him as he holds you. He barely needs both hands to hold you up]

“...S’ cute that you pout when I’m holding you… Hm… Looks good. Here, I’m setting you down.”

[He does so]

[SFX: Wooden floorboards creaking]

“...You’re a sweet little thing, Doll. Try not to get wrapped up in any more mafia shenanigans, alright? I’d hate for you to be the one waking up in a strange place, figuring you’re about to be tortured for info… Remember one thing, sweetheart, if anything: never squeal, even if it kills you. Got it?”

[Pause?!]

[Fane chuckles, shoves his hands in his pockets and heads for the door]

“I did say mafia. I did. Anywho, once you figure out what you want as a reward, gimme a howl. I left my card on the table and I always have time for cute Dolls looking to be flustered.”

[With that, he grabs an apple from the fruit bowl, chomps down into it, winks and is gone]

“Catch you on better streets, Doll.”

[To be continued?]