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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? A werewolf mob boss is what happened. You saved the pureblood werewolf known as Fane and he thanked you. You thought that was the last time you'd see him. You were wrong. And wrong again. And now he's in your bed the morning after.

Setting: Home/The Farmer's Market

Tags: [M4A][Strangers to Lovers][Mafia Don Werewolf Speaker][Timid Human Listener][Kisses][Protective][Mafia][Werewolf][Sadodere?][Teasing][But Threatening][Reverse Comfort?][Life Debt][Flirting][The Morning After][Date?][VERY Dominant][CW: High Spice Levels]

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[Scene opens in your apartment]

[SFX: Early morning birds and hellacious snoring]

[You wake in the morning to birds chirping and what sounds like a lawnmower fighting a shark. Given the strong, furry arm around you, you know that’s not the case. Fane lies next to you, snoring away]

“Hnnh… nah, no tomatoes…”

[SFX: The floor creaking]

[You carefully pull away from him and creep into the bathroom, getting a shower going]

[SFX: The shower running]

[You start to wash up and get ready for what you are sure will be a very weird day]

[SFX: Heavy footsteps and Fane grunting as he steps into the shower with you]

[You jump as Fane steps into the shower behind you, groggy]

“Mgmrlrgm… mornin’. Gimme the soap, I’ll get your back if you get mine.”

[Fane scrubs your back, nonchalant as anything]

[Pause]

“Whaddya mean why am I naked? You’ve seen me naked ten times now! What, did you catch a patch of silver hair or somethin’ this time?”

[Pause]

“Pfft, you’re one to talk. You got one riiiight…here.”

[He plucks a gray hair and grins as you curse him]

“Mmh, feisty! Pass me the shampoo, would ya?”

[You two wash up, occasionally grumping or poking each other]

“Rrgh! Great meal, great sex, decent shower. Tracks, though it looks like you’re out of shampoo, huh?”

[Pause]

“Mmh… Tell ya what, take the day off and I’ll take you to that fancy farmer’s market. They got an old man that sells specialty shampoos. Expensive as fuck but worth it. My treat, as thanks for dinner.”

[Pause]

[He scoffs as you both dress]

“Lookin’ for excuses to spend time with you? Please. You fed me excellent food, you might feed me more in the future if I behave. Wolf here, remember? Bark bark, homph homph homph? Werewolves are kind of food motivated.”

[You turn and catch his eyes tracing you up and down with a smirk]

“...Of course, other things do motivate us… But, c’mon, get your coat, and let’s go.”

[Pause]

[He frowns]

“Ain’t got a coat? Geeze… Here, take mine. We’ll getcha a coat at the market.”

[SFX: A heavy coat being dumped on the poor Listener]

“There. Can you get my tie, babe?”

[He grins as you give him an annoyed look and do his tie for me]

“Hehe… I am an asshole, I know, but you seem to enjoy it enough that I can pick you up by this teeny, tiny waist of yours, have you tie my tie, all sweet…”

[Your eyes meet briefly and he kisses you, tongue happy to bully yours]

“Mmh… You give some real nice kisses. I love when your tongue tries to fight mine, hehe. It’s cute you think you can overtake me.”

[He sets you down, ruffles his fur a bit with a low growl, and then adjusts his shirt]

“C’mon. Let’s get there ‘fore it gets too busy.”

[He offers his arm and you take it]

[SFX: The door opening, closing, and being locked]

[Scene transitions to the Farmer’s Market]

[SFX: General market chatter/crowd chatter]

[You’ve never been to the Farmer’s Market before. It’s always been far too expensive but Fane leads you on his arm like you’re practically royalty]

“Let’s see, where’s Jill…”

[Pause?]

“Jill’s a tailor, of sorts. She’s the only one that can get my damned size right. Being a seven-foot-tall werewolf as big as I am is great, ‘cept when it comes to clothes.”

[Pause?]

“Do werewolves mind wearing clothes? Enh, some do. Wearing clothes with fur takes some getting used to. Me? I kind of like looking dapper. It tricks people into thinking I’m not as much of a threat. Confuses you humans to see us looking ‘handsome’ or whatever.”

[Pause]

[He perks an eyebrow, frowning at some very expensive-looking silk ties]

“Hnh? Sorry, I was looking at ties. What’d you ask?”

[Pause]

“How come I feel like I gotta be a threat…?”

[He ponders this for a moment as you both meander]

“Mmh. I guess they say do what you know. What’s in your nature, right? Humans get their little jobs, they find their little mates, work toward some dream or another, and so on. Werewolves… we don’t do aspirations and dreams. We’re coded to survive, at all costs, and to never let anyone or thing think they’re big enough to step to us.”

[Pause]

[He laughs from his belly and a few people nervously dart away]

“Do I have any dreams?! Pfah, oh, that’s cute. You’re cute. Sweetie, I run a business. A very lucrative, very dirty business. I spend my days busting skulls and keeping a bunch of thugs working like decent folk. When am I ever gonna have time to daydream?”

[...?]

[His smile fades. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed, furious, or confused]

“...do I daydream ‘bout you?”

[Pause]

[A low growl rumbles through him and his ears lower. You’re about to start worrying when he huffs]

“...Sometimes. Now stop pushing your fucking luck and let’s get you a coat. Jill! Ay! Got time for a private consultation?”

[The woman gives him a look of about the same annoyance you give him]

[Pause]

“Ah, c’mon! It’s not for me, it’s for my, ah…”

[He struggles for a second]

“Friend, here. They’re in rags, I want them in gold. Capiche? Whatever they want, put it on my tab.”

[Jill sighs and beckons you into her shop]

[SFX: A door chime and some soft piano music]

[Jill’s shop immediately hits you with a sense of ‘class’ and the holes in your shoes feel far more obvious. Fane flops on a coach with a groan]

[Pause?]

“Hnh? Whaddya mean what am I doing? I’m sitting on this fancy couch so I can have you model for me.”

[Pause!]

[He cackles, going to light a cigar before he sees Jill’s death glare]

“Hehe, oh, so feisty! I… Oh for fuck’s sake, Jill, fine. No smoking in your shop, I get it. Go on, Doll. I got all day.”

[SFX: Clothes picking and being tried on]

[You tentatively try some clothes on, rolling your eyes each time Fane wolf whistles(literally)]

“Doll, Doll, you’re breaking my heart! Everything you put on looks incredible on you, ‘specially with that cute little pout…”

[You stick your tongue out at him and he grins sadistically, grabbing you around the waist and kissing you]

“Ohoho, gonna stick your tongue out at me? Fine, then lemme tuck it in my mouth where it’ll behave itself!”

[SFX: Public makeouts and a newspaper swacking a werewolf]

[Jill smacks Fane on the head with a newspaper and he growls]

“Hey! Rrgh… You get one hit with that newspaper, Jill. We’ll cool it. We’ll cool it. Doll, go try on that yellow one again, huh?”

[You try on clothes for a bit and carefully, meticulously make a small pile of what you like. When you show Fane, he looks at you, unimpressed]

“Really? Two outfits and some shoes? That’s all you want?”

[...]

“Yeah, I thought not. You liked everything you tried on, right?”

[...]

“Then it’s yours.”

[Pause!]

“Hey!”

[His commanding voice stops yours before you can even protest. His eyes are intense, burning]

“...You saved my life. Doll gets… what Doll wants. Simple as that. Jill, ring us up, please, and thank you.”

[SFX: A cash register having an existential crisis]

[...]

[You peer up at Fane from the corner of your eye while your new wardrobe is rung up. He’s staring at nothing in particular]

[Pause]

“Hm?”

[Pause]

“You’re thanking me? Heh… You’re cute, Doll. You make the mafia wives I have to deal with seem like spoiled succubi by comparison. Like, damn, I ain’t even their man and they’re trying to get me to play nice with their pathetic little boys for husbands. I have respect for some of ‘em, mind. Enzo’s got a stick up his ass, but his partner’s good at keeping things light. Donnie’s the kind of crazy that gets turned into a documentary, but his ‘baby’ keeps him grounded. You’re that sort, Doll. The sort to keep me grounded in all the crazy bullshit.”

[Pause?]

[To your astonishment, you think he might just have blushed]

“I… I meant to keep a mafia don grounded. Not me specifically.”

[He growls quietly as Jill smirks at him]

“Shut up, Jill, I know where you hid the bodies.”

[She does not stop smirking]

[To be continued?]

Note: Enzo would nod respectfully in this scenario. Daisy, however, would be shouting in a doofy voice “HEY, YOU TWO SHOULD KISS!”. There would be no survivors.