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𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑.

Hello! I'm Lana, a writer and poet of the Akuma clan, nice to meet you! I also make clips and edits of Milord, make yourself at home here in my little archive of all fics and some clips <3

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6.0!Vox (Slayer) x GN!Kindred (Reader) NSFW AU

After a dangerous mission, the Slayer returns home – not only he's welcomed by a warm meal and an attentive ear but also his Kindred's dexterous hands that release all the pent-up tension.

Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

In the deep of the night, at the darkest time before the sunlight barely starts to seep through the dawn sky, you've barely had a wink of sleep constantly looking at your phone. Having a demon lover who has recently embarked on his new journey of slaying other horrible demons, you know that overwhelming sense of worry firsthand; although your rational side keeps telling you not to fret – he's a hella strong man! – your heart keeps stinging with longing.

Here in the quiet space of the kitchen, you're looking into the window – as if trying to catch a familiar silhouette, gliding through the free air.

"Where is Vox now? Is he safe? Is he injured, OH PLEASE I PRAY HE'S NOT"; your head almost starts to hurt at the mere possibility of Vox being harmed in any way.

However, a key turning in the keyhole startles you out of these depressive thoughts, so you immediately run to the front door. Vox enters the apartment with a tired smile, accepting an eager hug as you're hanging on him, wrapping your arms and legs around his frame. There he is, finally back: warm, moving, ALIVE, and not a single bit of his skin is touched by anyone else but you.

'Hi baby', Vox cooes while he's completely giving his guard up. His head is pressed to your clavicles as he inhales your scent: you smell like a safe home, HIS home. So, his first urge is to take you to the living room and have you sat on the couch with him; he needs a moment to catch his breath, to remind himself that in this cosily confined space he's no one else but your lover.

Having plopped on the couch with an exhausted exhale, Vox rubs his stiff neck; you follow your lover, your eyes glued to him.

'How did it go, my love?' you ask, taking a seat where Vox is already seated. Gently pushing him, you have him in your embrace where his back rests against your chest, your legs and arms wrapped around his torso and waist: like a small backpack.

You reach to stroke Vox's hair, tucking a strand of long black hair behind his ear before your fingertips would caress his exposed cheek tracing the black swirls of the tattoo.

'Where should I start...' your lover hums, nuzzling into your palm, as he melts into the hug.

'You have all the time in the world', you reassure him which Vox accepts with a grateful hum again.

The moment he starts a story of his another yet bizarre adventure, you listen to your lover attentively whilst your palms are doing the magic: swift fingers are wandering across Vox's body, leaving no spot untouched.

First, it all starts quite innocently: you trace his collarbones before adding some pressure onto his shoulders to relieve the tension, then the fingertips travel lower to Vox's chest, massaging the buff muscles in circular motions. The translucent fabric of his suit barely hides both the finest contours of his body and the warmth of it; Vox is burning underneath your palms.

Also, no massage can go without a few gentle scratches every here and there, your nails focusing on his abs now. Vox doesn't even hide a light ticklish shiver as he speaks, a small giggle running off his lips that you find extremely adorable.

Your nose bumps playfully into your lover's temple to inhale his scent: Vox smells quite... sweaty, which isn't surprising considering his outfit and the horrendous heat. There's also some natural musk, sulfur, and... a metallic smell of blood lingering in his hair. It seems like the slayer's hunt has been a successful one, as you think about it with a smirk. There's something so undeniably hot about Vox's scent and the way his body is completely in your hands: he's a big strong man that kills other demons yet here he is, all yours.

'And then he just– AH!' Vox continues his story but suddenly he draws in a sharp gasp for air when your hands move lower, both palms covering an obvious bulge under the loose trousers. You leave a moist kiss on Vox's earlobe, one of the most sensitive spots in his body, enough to make him gasp for air again. Your feet, earlier resting on both sides next to the slayer's waist, are teasing his inner thighs, almost brushing against the erected shaft through the layer of clothes.

Stroking Vox's length with one hand, another hand is pressed down with its base onto his tip, tenting through the clothes as a warm wet stain darkens the black fabric.

'Babe... FUCK!' your lover curses under his breath, his eyebrows meeting each other in a needy frown.

The trousers seems pretty much unnecessary in such state of things, so you carefully untie a knot of Vox's belt, tugging that piece of clothing off his thighs until they slide down his knees to the floor; now only the transparent suit is left, but luckily it's not that tight to stop you from burying your palms underneath it through the hip windows.

Vox leans closer for a deep kiss, and you don't waste the chance to give some strokes of his rock-hard sticky flesh, Vox's groans matching each stroke. Your bare skin has memorised every vein and curve of your lover's cock; you don't even have to see it to make Vox feel good, almost crumbling apart in your arms, his moans getting caught in your own throat. Circling the leaking tip with your thumb, another hand of yours tugs at the translucent suit to free Vox's shackled dick as it jolts in your fingers.

Vox grips hard at the couch's velvety surface, almost choking on the low moans because it's all too much, too much stimulation coming from everywhere: your lips devouring his sensitive earlobe, your feet ticking his balls, heavy from all the accumulated tension, your hand rubbing his cock the way he likes it, like you know his own body better he does.

'Mmhm, Kindred... OH FUCK!' he keeps murmuring until his own voice cracks in a sweet curse when the upcoming release makes his own hips jerk to meet the fast-paced rhythm of your warm palm.

Pulling Vox closer into another tongues-connected sloppy kiss, you release the transparent fabric of his suit off your grip so that it snaps back to his gentle skin, a fleeting spark of pain making more precum leak out of the bloodshot tip. Yet the free fingers find your lover's chest again, small fingers tracing the swollen nipple – you are rubbing it through the thin fabric, the rhythms of your hands matching for maximum pleasure.

'Kindred!' Vox growls until his hot heavy load shoots into your palm, some drops painting his covered stomach as well.

'That was hot as fuck', you giggle into Vox's cheek while you are peppering his beautiful face with more kisses. Surprisingly or not, his cock isn't even barely limp: in fact, it got much harder.

'How about I take it off, and we continue what we've started in a nice cool shower?'

'Fine, but after that I want another round, and the suit stays on!' you both laugh.

Taking a cool shower is what Vox's been dreaming about the entire day, but with his Kindred right next to him, he knows they can turn a boring shower-taking into a fun time.

The end.🚿♥️

As always, comments and feedback are appreciated! Your kind words inspire me to work harder ♥️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

Vox is glued to the game, and Kindred are glued to him, sitting cosily in his lap. Despite the stuffy space of Vox's booth (and his naturally high body temperature), Kindred get cold – Vox knows what to do.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

Another lazy free Sunday has marked the calendar, and ever since your boyfriend's favourite game has released Leagues, he's been using any free minute to hop on the grind. You know how much he loves this game, and just like Vox respects your hobbies, you do the same for him.

After all, it's just another chance for you to crawl onto your lover's lap like a pet to enjoy those simple quiet moments together, to take a breather from any stress, to "run away" from any responsibilities, and most importantly, to get a little bit closer to Vox.

So just like that, your boyfriend is sat in his gaming chair, the golden eyes locked on the screen, his long black hair with the prettiest highlights of red tied into a low but neat ponytail by you carefully. Wearing his favourite grey sweatpants and an oversized white sweater that YOU really like, Vox reminds you of a big teddybear, perfect for you to cuddle – which you are doing at the moment.

Hands clutching at your lover's waist, you're seated in his lap, your whole body grouped into a tiny fuzzball of warmth, your head resting on Vox's shoulder; his personal emotional support in the form of the most beautiful person he has ever laid his eyes upon. Of course, no loss or victory in boss fights goes without kisses that you're always happy to provide, almost kicking your legs after seeing Vox's sated face each time.

However, in your boyfriend's booth – quite an enclosed and limited space without proper air circulation that tends to become really hot! – you slowly feel freezing, despite wearing your comfy home clothes and enjoying Vox's body warmth through the layers of fabric.

You crawl closer to Vox, tucking your legs beneath yourself, while your whole body nuzzles against Vox on its own, a light shiver rolling along your limbs. As you hide your face in Vox's hot neck, he perks up and turns to you:

'Hm? Babe, are you okay?' His voice is honey-sweet.

'I'm cold...' you murmur into the fair skin, running your hands under Vox's top; your ice cold hands almost make him twitch at how sudden it was.

'Cold?' The man repeats before he presses his lips to your forehead, trying to figure out whether you have a fever or not.

A quick touch doesn't bring any results but the desire to leave a gentle kiss as well, but then Vox takes a pause from the game. He's surprised at how you're cold in the place where he usually sweats his balls off, but doesn't say much.

'Would you like me to grab a blanket?'

'NO,' comes an immediate protest while you grip onto your boyfriend with all your strength, clinging to him like a monkey – you have no desire to let him go. The whole reaction bursts with cuteness overload in Vox's chest, so he chuckles, surrendering to his beloved one.

'Alright fine,' he starts, scooping you into his arms. 'Stay still, love.'Still having you in his lap, Vox pulls back to take his sweater off and put it on you gently.

'Here you go, just like this,' he murmurs, pulling your arms through the sleeves as the sweater cocoons you.

Living with Vox, breathing, eating, and sleeping with Vox is what you do 24/7, so you're used to his presence, his warmth, his scent. But now , strangely, it feels like he's EVERYWHERE, like a cloud surrounding you and filling you with him until there's nothing of your own left.

Immediately, all the chill crawling above your body, disappears. Snug and cosy, you relax in Vox's arms again, inhaling the scent his sweater is soaked with: some spicy perfume, a bit of fruity bodywash, a note of gamer sweat, and something else; something musky, manly, intimate.

The combination of Vox's perfume mixed with his natural body scent has always driven you crazy, so all you do is lean in your seat against Vox's cheat, tugging the sleeves to cover your palms before bringing them closer to your face to inhale more. Not to mention how huge the sweater looks on your frame, and something about the size difference between you and your lover also tickles your brain.

Vox seems to enjoy it as well, getting distracted from the game every here and there to nudge his face forward to your nape – dry lips are barely touching the vertebrae, Vox's hot breath tickling your skin with both anticipation and need. He sniffs you, and he has to fight so hard all the dirty thoughts – something about how your scent mixes with his own, sweet notes dominated by his musky ones, activates his possessive side.

Like an animal marking its territory, he has marked you in his own way simply by putting his sweater on you, and is about to leave another mark, this time more visible.

'You know, being able to smell myself on you is extremely hot,' Vox grazes his fangs on your nape, the sharp whites gently marking the skin. 'I love it so much.'

'You know like no one else how much I love your scent,' You guide Vox's left hand to your waist. 'And you also know that I'm yours, right?'

Vox's grip is caring yet greedy, and his kisses on your nape get too intense.

'Mine,' A kiss. 'And no one else's,' Another kiss. 'Only mine.'

Leaving his game AFK, Vox wraps both arms around your waist, his palms resting on your hips, and you turn to face him, your fingers grabbing Vox's chin to pull him up for a long kiss on the lips.

'How am I supposed to play when you're here on my lap, all so sexy and smelling so good and so mine?' Vox smiles in between the kisses, kneading your thighs like a big cat.

'Not my fault,' you giggle, feeling how hot, in fact, the air has gotten inside the booth.

The end. ♥️🧥

[llllll-lana]

Husband!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

They say that marriage can grow colder as it ages, but there hasn't been a single day of your demon husband not giving all of himself to make you feel loved and cherished whenever there is a chance.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Fluff, Established relationship.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The wind is carrying fallen cherry petals across the apricot sky, the heated daylight air getting colder with the approaching sunset. The work is done for today, and you take a step outside of the company building to inhale the long-awaited freedom that smells so fresh and leafy.

His scarf ruffled by the breeze, a dark chocolate-coloured coat soaked in the fading sunlight, your husband is waiting there, his hands folded behind his back while his aureate eyes are fixed on the busy city, a gaze contemplating yet beautiful in its reverie.

When you live a humble ordinary life, it's easy to get lost in the routine, to suffocate in this endless cycle of daily struggles. And this is why you feel so privileged and lucky to have Vox by your side, his joyous smile brightening up your day no matter how dull or hard it is.

Having grabbed your bag tighter, you take a quick step towards Vox, almost jumping in front of him to earn that very warm smile.

'Hi there, love,' A red rose suddenly appears in front of your face as the demon presents it to you. In the meantime, he cuts the distance further, levelling with you, a hot palm placed on your waist protectively. Your husband's hair, done into a low ponytail, is caressed by the wind, so you reach over to tuck some lone locks of red behind Vox's ear. Your hand hovers on his cheek too, the thumb stroking his gentle fair skin.

A sudden little gift melts your heart after such a long and stressful day, so you accept it with much flutter; the butterflies in your stomach have never had a day off ever since Vox came into your life. Vox's palm covers yours, warming up into it with a gentle nuzzle; a golden ring on his ring finger is a reminder of sacred vows that you will both keep until the end.

The hand on your waist pulls you closer, until your lips fall on Vox's own; a kiss so loving that any remnants of work frustration in your body disappear within a second.

No matter how much time is left for you to bask in each other's warmth, you know you'll cherish every moment like this. And Vox will too; with much reluctance, he kisses your lips one more time before letting go.

'Let's go on a little date before heading home, shall we?'

***

After hitting a pub and having a long walk, you return home together with Vox, all giggly while a slight soreness in your muscles reminds you of how long this day has been. Vox quickly takes off the coat, both palms stuck to your shoulders to massage the aching spot.

'Tired?' he whispers, pecking you on the forehead while the long fingers are circling on your back in a relaxing rhythm.

'Kinda,' squinting from both pain and pleasure simultaneously, you respond, hiding your face in Vox's chest – too soft to retract now, so you groan: 'Hnnn...'

'How about we take a nice hot shower together, and then go straight to bed?' your husband suggests, resting his head on top of yours. You don't say anything, just nod into his chest, locking the arms around your man. The pleasant vibration of his voice soothes you.

You allow Vox to carry you into the bathroom, but before your fingers can lay on the buttons, he interrupts: 'Shh, let me take care of it, Kindred. Relax, my love. Tell me more about your day.'

Vox kneels in front of you to help with undressing, his eyes longing for you. There's nothing even remotely sexual about him taking your clothes off but on the contrary: he's seen you in sickness and in health, fully dressed and undressed, he knows each part of your body better than his own. He would tell it apart in the darkness or being completely blind.

'There you go,' Vox smiles, placing a caring kiss on your knee. For a moment, silence takes over him as your husband keeps looking up at you. A few moles and scars, some body hair, some little imperfections that you've always been not quite fond of: Vox loves it all.

Your body is safe, warm, and so familiar to him; it's his comfort and his refuge, his inspiration and addiction.You're deep into the sharing all the office news, how praising your boss has been lately until you notice Vox's intense stare.

'What is it?' you ask rather startled, raking your fingers through your man's hair, exposing his forehead that you're dying to kiss again.

'Can I kiss you?' Vox pleads, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he leans in, his blushing face hidden in your stomach. Somehow, you get a maternal instinct to hold him close.

'Of course, why asking?' Your voice softens while you continue stroking Vox's hair.

'I just really wanted to kiss you again... No matter how many times our lips meet each other, I can't get enough of it.'

'Come here,' you murmur, and it's enough for the demon husband to accept the invitation, picking you up into his light embrace. Skin to skin, lips to lips, flesh to flesh; a moment so intimate that none of you can imagine being closer than this. Warm water is running down two bare bodies, perfectly interwined like yin and yang.

'I love you so much,' Vox's low voice breaks through the white noise of running water, he shields you from the cold bathroom tiles with his own back. You don't mind being pressed into his frame like that.

'I love you more,' you parry his confession playfully, but Vox squeezes you tighter in his arms, giggling into the kiss.

'Whatever you say, gorgeous, but still I do love you more than you can ever imagine.'

With a smile, you sway some wet hair away from Vox's face, thankful to love and be loved.

The end. 🚿♥️

Comments and feedback are very much appreciated! I'm sorry for not posting stories lately, as you may know I've been busy and quite tired. But looks like my inspiration and energy are finally coming back! With your kind words and support, I'll continue to work hard ♥️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU – Part 2.

It's been a year since you and Vox have been texting each other, desperate to meet again.As the Valentine's Day approaches, Vox takes the matter into his hands and says the words he's been holding back.

[Part 1 is the previous post]

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, fluff, friends to lovers.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

After an exhausting work day, coming home to a hot bath, hearty meal, and a soft welcoming bed feels like heaven. Having put on your nice pajamas, you have a seat at the night table for your favourite evening routine: skincare and a videocall to someone special – your friend Vox.

It's mind-boggling how the two of you casually met on the train, complete strangers from entirely different places, yet as you've been slowly discovering more about one another, you realised how alike you and Vox are. Even when no one wants or has the time to hear you out, Vox always offers his ears and kind advice without asking for anything in return. This is why you deeply cherish him as friend, but there's a sense of guilt buried deep down: you don't like him just as a friend. So selfishly, you desire for more, scared that it's not mutual.

So, you keep your lips sealed about it for now, waiting for the right moment or signs. And the whole year passes by, filled with hundreds of messages, calls, selfies and photos shared. A part of you senses that Vox doesn't view you just as a friend, praying for it to be true.

However, another one would rather have it unchanged, afraid to lose Vox even just as friend forever.

The one who's been occupying your mind, pulls you out of consuming thoughts by a videocall – your eyes light up simply after having noticed a familiar icon and name.

Pressing the accept button, you place the phone in front of you so that you could continue with the night skincare, while Vox seems to be seated in his office, fresh and well-rested to start his day. The dim lights of your bedroom, your silky pajamas and a hairband contrasting Vox's minimalistic work booth, his neat low ponytail and a white shirt, brightened by his favourite red cardigan, makes the whole atmosphere so homely despite hundreds, thousands of kilometres separating you apart; it's almost like Vox is in the same room with you.

'How's your day been, sunshine?' Vox asks, his face filling the entire screen, and it's difficult not to feel butterflies, swarming in your stomach at the mere gaze upon Vox's warm smile. You sigh in a weary manner, raking your fingers through the hair. 'A rough one today, huh?'

'The Valentine's Day is only in a month, but I'm already so fed up with all of this!' By an irritated raise of your eyebrows, Vox gets that it's gonna be a long talk, and you definitely are in need of letting it out. He likes listening to you, finding some comfort in your voice. 'The shops are filled with the theme stuff, and there are so many couples around, and my colleagues are being really unbearable about it!' You continue, applying some face cream with much vigour and anger that earns a giggle out of Vox's lips.

"Cute," he thinks.

'And I'm too single for this!' You pout, your frowning expression amusing Vox even further. You know he's not judging or mocking you, but his reaction drives you to the need of pinching him. 'Gonna order a ton of takeout and stay home alone for that entire day, I swear.'

'I wish I was there to spend the Valentine's Day with you, so that you don't feel so alone,' Vox murmurs, so unbothered and relaxed as if it doesn't makes his heart go crazy like yours, your heartbeat speeding up over a hundred.

'Um... I...' Thick blush invading your cheeks, you rush to turn around, faking the need to grab something from the farthest corner of your room. 'I mean, that would be very nice... I want to see you again, honestly.'

'Me too. I miss your pretty face every single day.'

'But...!' Your voice breaks. 'You see my face every day!'

'I know, but seeing you in flesh feels way more different than seeing you through the camera,' Vox relaxes in his armchair, a pair of golden eyes blinking directly at yours.

'I... Yeah,' is the only thing you muster, too flustered by how emotional this conversation has become.

'Maybe I should take a mini-vacation and fly all the way to you,' Vox hums in a suggestive tone, twirling a loose red strand of hair onto his finger. 'I kinda need to have a break and travel around.'

'Don't pressure yourself to fly here only because of me!' You protest, but your heart is screaming with happiness at the chance of Vox travelling to your country. 'But I'd be very happy to be your guide and show you all the nicest places around.'

The conversation flows into the deep of the night; you can't stop describing different places of interest, your favourite restaurants, and culturally meaningful spots to Vox while he's carefully listening, his mind already settled on buying the tickets and finally telling you the truth – the truth he's been hiding from the very day he saw your face.

***

With bright morning rays of the sun, you squint your eyes as a loud buzz wakes you up. Apparently, last night you fell asleep with the phone in your hand again as it has already happened before: it's become a habit to fall asleep to Vox's videocall. Unlocking the screen, you notice a few unread messages from Vox:

Immediately, they're followed by a photo of a plane ticket: from the UK to... YOUR country?

Your eyes widening in seconds, you almost fall off the bed, dialing Vox this very second for a videocall.

'Explain yourself, mister,' Your voice still super sleepy, your hair messy against the pillow, your frame wrapped in the blanket, you find Vox in his own bed as well, and you both giggle at how comical you two look.

'Hehe, like I said, I want to travel. But most importantly, I want to see you, so get ready. You promised to be my guide,' He winks.

***

The day when you finally get to see Vox again is remarkably great, warm sun welcoming everyone who's arriving. You're nervously shifting from one foot to another, waiting for him at the airport's entrance, your eyes seeking for a familiar face in the crowd.

'Kindred!' comes from afar, so you follow the deep voice, your feet picking up the pace as you run, pushing through passers-by. So does Vox, long moments of waiting bursting into impatience. You both have missed each other tremendously, needy to feel one another in an embrace.

The golden eyes get locked with yours just in a few meters away, and these last drops of energy are enough for you to jump into Vox's arms, clinging on him with your legs around his waist. In the most gentle manner, he picks you up, making sure not to be too rude with his touch.

'I have something to tell you,' Vox starts in a few good minutes of the hug before carefully placing you on the ground, your gaze levelled with his own. 'I wanted to say this later, when the right moment comes, but I don't think I can wait any longer.'

Your heart skips a beat.

Vox takes a deep breath, biting his lower lip as he's finding the right words to say but you get him back to the reality with a soft stroke on his coat – he captures your palm into his, as warm as you remember.

'You're scaring me,' you joke it off, trying to ease the tension.

'You don't know how scared I am to be saying this,' Vox chuckles, shaking his head before he lets out a confident exhale. 'Well. No matter what I'm going to say, promise you'll still be my friend.'

You stick out your pinky, grabbing Vox's one in an unwavering oath.

'I promise.'

His lips are stretched in a cheerful smile; the most beautiful one you've even seen, and you wonder if you could ever be as brave as he is. Maybe it is the time to be brave too.

'So...' Vox holds it, his cheeks are turning visibly pink. 'Fuck it. I think I really like you, and-'

"Like you."

Two words are echoing like a thud in your ears, and suddenly the noisy crowded airport becomes silent: it's only you, your shaking heart, and Vox next to you. You swear you can hear his heart jumping out of the chest as well. But you don't let him finish.

Instead, you take a step closer, standing on the tiptoes to catch Vox's lips in a shy kiss. Your eyes are shut, lashes trembling in the sweet moment while the man next to you has his own wide-open. That doesn't last for long, though – wrapping his arm around your waist, Vox kisses you back: harder, deeper, until there's no oxygen in your lungs, until he is your oxygen.

The end.💝🍫

Happy Valentine's Day, Kindred! I hope this little story could bring some love and warmth to you on this day, comments and feedback are appreciated as always. I love you <3

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU – Part 1.

After an exciting trip to the UK, you are on the train back to the airport – a casual conversation you have with a handsome stranger there sparks up a new fateful acquaintance.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, inspired by Before Sunrise 1995, strangers to friends/lovers.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The hour is too early in the morning, and the station dispatcher's voice is flowing in a monotonous rhythm through the light chatter-filled air while you're looking at the schedule panel. You take a deep breath, inhaling the unique smell of a place that differs from your home.

The past week has been quite an adventure in the country you haven't visited before; luckily, you managed to save up some money and courage to finally travel to the land of your dreams – the UK – and visit your friends who guided you around, making this experience unforgettable.

Alas, today is the day to say goodbye and fly home as you admit with a bittersweet feeling and a quick glance at the screen – your train to the airport has arrived. A suitcase in one hand, your ticket and documents in another, you step inside with a smile, looking for the seat.

As people keep coming on board, there are only a few passengers waiting for the departure in the coach where your seat is in, much to your surprise. Walking past the seats in search of yours, you notice someone's top of the head, relaxed against the padded back of the seat.

"What an unusual mix of colours," A thought goes through your mind, finding something especially charming about the way that person's black and red hair is peeking out of the seat.

'49, 50, 51... Oh, 52!' You mumble to yourself as you finally find your designated spot.

When your gaze is lifted up from the ticket, you see that very person whose hairstyle got much to your liking just a moment ago: a young-looking man. Looks like his seat is right next to yours, but it's the aisle one; you have booked the window one to admire the views.

The good-looking stranger who has been scrolling through his phone, notices your presence and casts a warm smile before he stands up.

'Do you need any help with your luggage?' the young man asks, nodding at your heavy suitcase, and you see no reason to refuse his kind help.

When the suitcase is secured, and you're comfortable with a small backpack on your lap, you quickly rummage through all the necessities in search of your earbuds.

'You aren't from here, are you?' The stranger turns to you, easing the atmosphere with a casual question.

'Is it that obvious?' Smiling, you continue to go through the stuff in the bag, your earbuds are still nowhere to be found.

'Your accent is very cute,' the man politely replies. It's only then when you shift your focus up at the stranger's face – immediately stunned by his eyes.

A summery tone of gold, a clear dawn above the still waters, a shiny sunlight ray; it is impossible to describe his eyes with a word.

"Stop staring at him, you dumb, he'll think you're weird," Your mind is yelling at you, so you avert your gaze off the man's face at once.

'Oh, thank you!' You try to respond to the compliment as politely and calmly as possible before remembering to find the goddamn earbuds. 'F-f-f-fuck...' A quiet frustrated breathe escapes your lips, but the stranger hears it crystal clear. He giggles. 'It's either they're somewhere in the suitcase, or I've left them at their place,' A perspective of being on a train and then later on a plane without the earbuds upsets you. Surely they're somewhere in the suitcase.

The handsome stranger comes with help again:

'Here,' He fishes an earbud case of the pocket, offering one to you. 'I love listening to music on the train too.'

'You're so kind,' You accept the earbud, sticking it into the left ear so that you can hear him with your right one. The black and red-haired stranger only nods.

His music taste appears to be sophisticated as the majority of songs is unfamiliar to you, but you have to admit that the tracks create the right ambience for travelling. The lyrics resonate with your own personal experiences, too. The stranger... got you interested in him.

'How do you find the UK? Did you enjoy it or not?' The man unbuttons his black coat while you don't even notice that the train has departured, your attention drawn to the captivating individual next to you.

'I LOVE it,' And that's true. 'The views, the history, the culture...' As memories of your trip are passing by, you hold a chuckle. 'But the food... Very peculiar.'

The stranger laughs along with you.

'Understandable, but at least you enjoyed the views, glad to hear that.'

The dialogue fades as fast as it started but you want it to keep burning.

'Also, could you please go back to the previous track? I haven't heard it before but I'd like to search it up and add it to my playlist later,' One hand propping your chin, you lean comfortably closer to the golden-eyed stranger.

'Glad you asked! I LOVE this band.'

The way he mimicks your excitement responds with warmth in your soul, and you both dive into a conversation about music so long that it's easy to lose the track of time.

"We have the same opinions on this!" A thought slips inside two connected minds.

You talk, and talk, and talk about everything, as if you have been friends your entire lives. Even though there are some differences, none of you sees it as a problem. But the time and distance keep bringing you closer to an inevitable goodbye – at the end, you're just strangers.

'You haven't missed your stop, have you?' Concerned, you ask your "train friend" but he shrugs it away.

'Do you mind if I see you off at the airport? I don't want to say goodbye yet,' he confesses. The sun, pouring into the coach through the window, is illuminating his soft face.

'Not at all, I haven't met anyone that interesting to talk to for ages.'

For a moment, you want to believe how beautiful the world is, and how it isn't hopeless. This day hasn't started on a good note: you overslept, got into a traffic jam, and was so sad to leave your friends. But a random stranger, whose eyes remind you the sun, and whose music taste got you involved into an hours-long talk, and whose voice sounds so safe, has brightened it up so effortlessly.

"The world deserves more people like him," You think, enjoying this while it lasts.

***

The airport is overcrowded, overstimulating, and overwhelming with a looming sense of sadness, coming over you. The handsome stranger has kept his promise, as you're both standing next to each other at the gate entrance.

'All thanks to you, my train ride wasn't boring.'

'Same,' The young man replies, the same warmth radiating off his face. 'Well... Have a safe flight. If we're lucky, maybe we'll get to meet again some day.'

'I hope so,' You nod. 'Take care of yourself, and don't give up on your dream of being a film director.'

'I will do my best,' The man pulls a hand out of the coat's pocket, waving at you. 'Goodbye.'

'Goodbye!' You echo him quietly before turning around and heading to the gate. Somehow, you know you will hold this stranger in your memories forever. But a distant shout stops you:

'Wait!' It is him, running through the crowd to reach you as fast as possible. You have no idea of what is going on, and why he is returning, but your feet are almost stuck to the floor as you're unable to move. 'I have to do this, or otherwise I'll regret it my whole life.'

The black and red-haired man grabs a tiny notepad and a pen out of his bag, his trembling hands scribbling something on a piece of red paper.

'Please, call me as soon as you arrive,' He hands you the paper over – through the messy handwriting, you recognise a phone number. 'And to be honest,' Breathless, the stranger continues, 'I'd like to talk more to you.'

'I will,' You accept the number with a smile, pressing it close to your heart before waving one last goodbye, your lips moving in a silent "I promise".

***

Back in the apartment after a long flight, your suitcase still unpacked, you're pacing back and forth along the kitchen while holding a precious red note from that lovely stranger you've met on that train.

"To call or not to call? What if he is busy? What if he already forgot?"

This and many other possibilities are tormenting you. You are afraid this was nothing but a dream. Your shaky fingers type the number, the thumb is hovering over the call button.

"Fuck it, here goes nothing."

The button is pressed, and the beeping makes you so nervous.

'Hello?' Suddenly, a familiar voice greets you on the other side of the connection. The stranger hasn't lied about the number and actually picked up the phone – you can almost cry from all the emotions.

'I just realised you haven't actually told me your name,' You tease him.

He recognises your voice, a raspy chuckle sounds sleepy.

'The same goes to you. Let's say it on count three, ready? 1,2,3!'

'I'm Kindred!'

'I'm Vox!'

Both voices blend into a loud melody, laughs following it. And this is how it all began.

The end.♥️🚉

[llllll-lana]

3.0!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) NSFW AU

Once transformed into his bigger form, your demon lover may only seem to be sated; yet the begging eyes filled with tears, feverish blush, and his ragged breath only prove how hungry he still is.

Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, smut with feelings, established relationship.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

It happened again.As if another test conducted by the higher powers, or just a cruel coincidence, Vox went through another transformation – luckily, you happened to be right by his side when things got out of control, despite his tearful protests for you to leave.

After another demon tried to threaten Vox's most precious thing in the whole world – his beloved human – he wasted no time in protecting you, although sacrificing his... "normal" state.

As everything calmed down, and your demon blew off some steam, you approached him carefully. Shaking, he was standing in the middle of the room, struck by such a sudden transformation. That time, however, he wasn't alone: a gentle hug from behind reminded him of that, a smaller hand holding his own – much bigger, trembling, with those black claws he was ashamed of.

It happened again. A bigger body, those ugly fangs and horns alongside a pair of gigantic wings that barely fit inside the house, the inability to go outside in such state, and the most important: the lustful hunger that always consumed him. Almost like a beast in its rut.

The last thing Vox clearly remembered was being taken down to the couch, your warm hands somehow cool to the touch as his body temperature grew significantly. Every contact of the skin burnt, sending the demon's mind into the fog where everything started to blur.

"Kindred," he called you, his palms moving up to rip the already damaged shirt off, desperate to remove any cloth constraining his spasming muscles.

"Please..."Vox leaned against the couch, resting his head on its back, and through his gritted teeth you could hear more pleading.

Your gaze followed his Adam's apple twitching with low roaring groans, down to the sweaty chest, where the ornament of his demonic tattoo was glowing red on the skin flustered with fever. Yet Vox's sculptured abs weren't the main focus of your attention – and his need – but the obvious big bulge, rubbing painfully against the tight trousers' fabric. Swallowing down some saliva, you noticed a small wet spot right where the curve of his cock was showing through the white pants.

Vox raked his fingers through the long black hair, tugging on his own shiny locks in desperation as more tears were filling his eyes – the most beautiful irides of the sunset sky on a warm summer day.

You sat down comfortably next to Vox, wrapping your arm around his shoulders to move him closer so that he could bury his face into your chest.

Your demon lover accepted the initiative with another half-groan half-sob – how could he not accept it when your arms felt like the safest place in the entire universe to him?

With much care and caution, your fingers fluttered over Vox's crotch, covering the blood-shot length.

Its warmth was pulsating through the trousers, and the size compared to your palm would shock anyone. But not you. Only you could endure that demonic rut.

"Kindred, I..." his legs spreading wider instinctively, Vox moaned, but you interrupted him:

"Shh, I know, I know," you caressed his hair, undoing the zipper in the meantime. The desperation caught in Vox's throat, got its escape in an audible gasp once the little fingers rubbed his flesh through the clothes. The need to devour became so strong that it hurt, as the demon's nose inhaled that sweet scent off the crook of your neck.

"Kindred..." Vox called your name again, hiding the groans into rapid kisses laid upon your skin while the sharp demon fangs were gentle enough not to scrape his fragile beloved human.

When your hand dived underneath the waistband of the demon's pants, he sucked in a sharp breath at a sudden contact – yet even that fleeting touch was enough to cause him to jolt in his place. Magnificent demonic wings, spread out wide, fluttered, knocking a new things off their spots.

"I'm so sorry," Vox mumbled apologetically. However, the more you touched him, the more his wings trembled along his whole body. "Sorry..."

The demon's slightly moist lips tasted salty when you kissed him, silencing the unnecessary regrets.

Dragging your thumb gently along the leaking tip, you had no time to wonder how hot it was burning in your grasp. All your thoughts were occupied by the very demon, falling apart right in your hands. Stroke by stroke, you drove him closer to the release.

"You're so beautiful, did you know that?" Pulling back from the lips you wished to never pull back from, you left a careful kiss on Vox's left eyelid smearing a lone tear off his long lashes. He said nothing except a low moan, pleasure bubbling in his lower stomach.

Of course, that would not be enough to calm his beastly hunger down. Watching the demon shoot a hot heavy load on your fingers, his length still pretty much erected, you knew you would take care of it throughout the entire day, if not longer.

However, while the most gentle eyes were looking at you, love pulsating through guilt and pain in those pink irides, you also admitted over and over again: you didn't mind that at all.

Foolishly, once a human loved a beast, they could never be apart.

The end. ♥️

[llllll-lana]

3.0!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) Horror AU

While breathing some fresh air of the night-time during a quiet walk home along the sleepy quarter, never look back – there's an unnoticed hungry gnaw of pink eyes, following you from the distance.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, horror, blood.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

After the blast of a party at your friend's place – rivers of booze, karaoke, and dancing – you took your leave to get a little bit more sober. Having refused to join the others for a taxi as your house is only ten minutes away on foot, you headed home without worries.

It was a nice peaceful neighbourhood, a quiet quarter with plenty of lights, and the weather seemed just perfectly welcoming for a decent walk, which could totally help you to sleep better tonight. The shiny moon was out in its full glory, illuminating the road.

For a big city, the whole quarter was quiet. Even suspiciously quiet for only two o'clock in the morning. Your steps slow, you yawned heavily as some weird rustling in the bushes, accompanied by low half-purrs half-growls startled you.

"Relax, it's probably just a cat," you convinced yourself. "Five more minutes, and I'll be home."

You turned left, feet stepping on the street where your house stood, but that was echoed back with someone's steps scuffing along the dry asphalt. The same low, guttural growling glimmered in the distance.

'𝙄 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪.' rumbled somewhere from the distance, hiding in the night's wind. Your heartbeat raising just as your pace, you kept walking trying to calm down the "images of your vivid imagination" now when there was that horrifying voice sending chills down your spine.

Step by step, you were approaching your house until the street lights started to fade one by one gradually, all the other houses in the neighbourhood filled with the dreadful darkness. Not a single window was lit up. The unknown steps resembled dull thuds, heavy and impatient.

Fast-paced steps flowing into a full sprint all the way up to the front door, you were rummaging through the bag in search of the keys, your hands shaking, tears prickling in the corners of your eyes as you inserted the key into the keyhole, but it was already too late.

'𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙧𝙪𝙣 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚.' a blood-curdling whisper rolled down your nape as something sharp grazed across the skin, when a long moist tongue licked that tiny drop of nervous sweat.

"Run, Kindred, Run!" your consciousness was yelling at you but vainly.

A giant hand landed on yours, a fairly resembling human palm: possessing long back (and deadly sharp) claws along fair skin, marred by a strange glowing black pattern akin to a tattoo, was entirely covered in blood – someone else's blood, likely. Your soul almost left your body.

Unable to move, like a deer caught in the lights, you felt the mysterious figure's hot breath – as hot as the touch of that bloody hand was – rasping into your ear:

'𝙂𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙤𝙬.' The same vibrations and register as the scary growls from before.

The low voice, presumably belonging to a man – although you doubted THAT was anything about a human being – got you paralysed where you stopped at, right at the front door of your house. Your mind kept screaming to do something, but the limbs refused to cooperate.

'𝙀𝙚𝙣𝙮, 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙣𝙮, 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙮, 𝙢𝙤...' the long fingers were crawling to different parts of your body, deadly claws daring to tear the clothes as if pondering on what to do next. The creature – a demon of the most luring voice – smirked, enjoying the way you were trembling.

Grabbing your sides with both hands, the scary figure made you turn around your axis to face the beast fully – the moment your eyes locked with a pair of pink ones, glowing in the darkness, tears burst down your face. However, a strange sense of calm washed over your mind.

'𝙉𝙤 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙧𝙮, 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜.' the demonic man cooed, guttural roars rolling smoothly off his tongue, a coarse thumb caressing your cheek. '𝙎𝙝𝙝, 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨.' You didn't understand why, but the tall demon's voice, coming off the broad chest as the pale skin radiated mysterious pink light falling on the silhouette, forced your muscles to give in to his will. He pinned you down to the door, hovering above you like an ominous shadow, skinny wings spread wide.

'𝙊𝙧 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙩.' the demon bared a set of pear-white fangs – the last thing you remembered before everything turned red.

The end. 🩸

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

"Strawberry-tinted Kisses, Laughs, and Tickles", Or a story about how your boyfriend 👹 needs to put on some lipbalm on his dry lips but accidentally mistakes one with a tinted lipstick – he loves your reaction.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

Another cosy evening, spent in front of the TV, paints you and your boyfriend Vox enjoying each other's warmth. While Vox's head is resting on your lap, his entire tall figure curled up in the couch, your back is pressed against the cushions in a relaxed sitting position.

In between the heated discussion of a movie you're currently watching, you're playing with Vox's silky hair, black shiny locks being curled on your finger or done into neat braids – to which Vox almost hums in delight, his golden eyes so shiny that they dazzle you.

As it is natural, not only your beloved one likes talking a lot, but also he makes the cutest noises: just like now, Vox is popping his lips unconsciously before turning a bit to face you – somehow, his beauty stuns you even more from such angle as he's looking at you from below.

'Hmm, suddenly my lips feel so dry,' Vox murmurs, his hand finding its way to grab yours and interwine each other's fingers. He pops his lips one more time, licking them quickly but you interrupt him – lowering your head, you lean down as close as possible to Vox's face.

Before Vox is able to realise it, the sudden intimacy and a fruity scent are followed by a long deep kiss – a sparkly taste of your strawberry-scented lipbalm tastes extra sweet on Vox's lips so he closes his eyes, a wave of gentle blush colouring his cheeks.

Smearing some lipbalm off your lips onto your boyfriend's own, you pull back, smiling at a thin trail of saliva now connecting you and how bold your move has been: even Vox hasn't expected it, turning rosy-red that it makes your heart ache for how adorable he is, blinking at you.

'Waow...' Vox can only muster, still getting to his senses after such a passionate gesture of affection. He puckers up, popping his lips again to spread the moisture but it seems to be not enough. 'That's a... really nice lipstick, it smells so good,' your boyfriend purrs.

'You can use it if you like,' You offer with a warm smile, ruffling your lover's hair one more time, swaying his long black and red bangs off his forehead to leave a quick peck on the pale skin. 'It's on the mirror shelf in the bathroom.'

Vox pecks your lower lip in response.

'Be right back, love,' He abandons the comfort of your lap to head straight into the bathroom, his steps fast and giddy.

Among the variety of chapsticks on the shelf, he finds one – a little strawberry-coloured tube, so he grabs it without any further thinking.

Applying some sweetness onto his dry lips on his way back to the living room, Vox doesn't bother to look into the mirror, placing the little tube on the coffee table in front of the couch. Somehow, the scent of this lipstick seems different but he pays no much attention to that, puckering up and spreading the soft moisture. You glance at Vox only to return your gaze back when you notice something that makes you giggle instantly.

'I think you've got the wrong one, sweetheart,' A huge smile spread across your face, you move closer to smear some lipstick off Vox's lower lip with a thumb – juicy-red colour makes a sticky layer under your fingertip. 'But you look super pretty nonetheless.'

'I am very bonita, ain't I?' The entire humour of this situation only sets Vox with a smug look on his handsome face – he's up to something.

Vox leans closer, pinning you down into the couch with the weight of his body as he's hovering above you – the red highlights in his hair fit his strawberry-tinted lips and a faint blush.

'I've always wondered how it would feel to kiss someone all over with red lipstick on.'

He is breathing into your neck, freezing for a moment to tease you, his hand sliding underneath your pajamas. And just when you're ready to give in, expecting quite a passionate intimate time together, Vox proclaims:

'Kiss attack!' His lips land on your face in a series of fast smooches, the stubble and the speed of kisses making it tickle so much that you are wriggling underneath Vox in this sweet harmless "torture" – his fingers find your ribs to add more tickling, and now you're almost in tears while red lip marks are left on your body mercilessly.

'Vox! Vox, stop!' Through laughter and tears, you're pushing your boyfriend's shoulder but honestly? Despite being ticklish as hell, you don't want this moment to stop. Meanwhile, Vox is careful not to hurt you and stain the clothes, his lips touching just the right spots.

'This lipstick is a long-lasting one for sure,' Breathless, Vox pulls back from your overkissed neck to wipe some smeared red off the corners of his lips and chin.

'I don't think it would last too long though,' Hands wrapped around Vox's neck, you pull him back closer to you that your lips collide with each other again as you push your tongue inside Vox's mouth. Your legs wrapping around your lover's frame on their own, you move your palms lower to grab at the waistband on his sweatpants.

'Wanna test it out?' Gasping for air, Vox asks into your mouth, daring you to continue.

'Hell yeah,' And that is followed by the first pieces of clothing being tossed onto the floor, more strawberry-coloured marks blooming everywhere.

The end. 🍓♥️

Thank you for reading, all the feedback and comments are appreciated!

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (Reader) SFW AU

It's one of those days when you don't feel pretty enough, insecurities about your body and appearance spiraling into some mean thoughts. But luckily, Vox is by your side to reassure you.

Tags: SFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, angsty(?), hurt/comfort.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

You have never loved your body –your own enemy staring at you in the mirror. It knows every single imperfection, every tiny flaw; it knows your worst weakness.

You have never liked your body –it has never looked as perfect as you wanted to: the proportions are not balanced enough, and the legs are not long enough, and the chest is not attractive enough, and all these ugly stretch marks, little pitiful scars, old spots, and... and... and...

The rising sun stretches its cheerful light across the bedroom, some playful beams running along the floor up to your frame. Now when you can see yourself in a full-length mirror clearly again, your mind keeps picking up more faults in the hunched frame, covered by nothing else but underwear.

A sound of running water subdued, but very calming at the same time, comes from the bathroom – your boyfriend Vox is taking his cool morning shower, and that's how anxiety crawls deeper into your thoughts.

You and Vox have been together for over 3 years now, and since then, it has been the happiest time of your life. Yet the mean inner monster, gnawing at you somewhere deep inside, asks you over and over again:

"Why does he love you? How can he love someone like you? Don't you think how disgusted he must feel while looking at... this?"

Your gaze slides across the reflection. No matter how hard you have tried to escape from these thoughts, they never go.

And you hate it, hate your own helplessness, and... if Vox should ever turn his loving eyes to the dispising ones at you, you would hate it more than anything.

'Darling?'

A certain low and dear to your heart voice breaks through the thick shroud of your thoughts; it belongs to one else but Vox himself, a hinch of confusion drowning in the ocean of sweetness. Fresh out of the shower, your boyfriend is drying his long wet hair with a towel, a pair of his favorite pajama pants hanging on the thighs. All trembling because of that merciless devil of self-consciousness, you haven't noticed that Vox has already approached you closely, his arm wrapping around your waist in a comforting manner when he leans closer to leave a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder.

'Good morning, did I wake you up?' he continues, the warmth of his body dispelling the dark clouds within your mind. You elevate the gaze up at your man, meeting two stars of clear gold watching you with so much love that you can almost feel its honey sweetness on your tongue. At the same time, Vox's fingers are stroking your stomach in a slow gentle motion before they slide down to the curve of your pelvic bone. Soft and hot fingertips are brushing against the very spot, all marred by stretch marks, in the most calm manner while Vox is peppering your temple with a chain of kisses, when it goes through you like a jolt of lightning as you almost flinch in his embrace.

"He must have been forcing himself to do this. He probably hates these ugly marks."

'Morning,' You snuggle into Vox's chest, still moist, and sigh heavily. Still, the aroma of fruit bodywash and his own natural scent calm you down little by little. 'No, not at all, I have just woken up because I felt your absence next to me.'

'Aw, Kindred,' Vox cooes, leaving the towel hanging on his shoulders so that he is able to hug you with both arms, catching your smaller figure into the tight lock of his embrace, 'always missing me even when I'm gone just for a couple of minutes. So cute.'

Your own hands reciprocate the hug, by their own will clutching at Vox's back. He feels so safe, like a shield capable to protect you from an arrow, or a home giving you shelter from any cold or storm this complicated world has to offer sometimes. That's why a mere thought of losing him terrifies you.

'Since today's your day off, and I have no other plans either, let's stay in bed and cuddle a bit longer, please...' Vox whispers into the top of your head, his lips pressing into your hair in a long kiss. By the way his arms are still locked around you, he seems reluctant to let you go, but it's not that you would ever mind that anyway.

'I'd love that,' you respond quietly with a nod, and you both take your steps back to bed, stumbling and tangling each other's legs, laughing as you do so until your backs hit against the comfy sheets.

You get closer to Vox immediately, allowing him to scoop you even more into his arms until there is so space left between the two of you, your bodies connected like a pair of puzzle pieces. The city is slowly waking up outside, noises of the busy life coming through the window, but at the moment your cheek is pressed into Vox's chest, his steady heartbeat and calm breathing blocking any loud noises. If you could, you would stay with him like that for the whole eternity. And your boyfriend's palms, caressing your sides every here and there, are bringing you back to life, back to this very second as you feel it. Vox pulls back, his black and red hair all over the pillow, when he stares down at you, looking into your eyes longingly. His irides are glowing, just like his beautiful face, the corners of his lips curved in a small smile when he suddenly asks:

'By the way, is everything okay?' Your boyfriend continues to run his fingers across your back, tenderness in every little scratching he does.

You lift your head up to look back at him, silent wondering too obvious in the glance – how did he find out? Yet at the same time, you realise how sweet it has always been of him to catch every single mood swing, and to be so caring and considerate whenever something happened to you. Vox can notice that without hearing anything said out loud, he can read you like an open book, flipping the pages and reading in between the lines as he savours every single word from it.

'Nothing...' you murmur, choosing to bury your face into Vox's chest again, hiding the eyes that starting to become watery with tears. Your suppressed emotions will burst out at any point now, a heavy lump in your throat making your voice slightly shaking. 'It's just one of those days when I think how ugly and unworthy of your love I am.'

Never ever you have seen Vox's hands travel so fast from your back up to your face, cupping both of your cheeks to make you look up him, your entire face being squished by his huge warm hands while he's gazing at you with the utmost honesty.

'And I love reminding you how worthy, beautiful, gorgeous, absolutely stunning you are every single time, every single day, darling,' Your boyfriend's thumbs are caressing the skin, drying a few lone tears off your lower eyelids. 'I could speak poetry about you and your body —from head to toe— for hours.'

Vox carefully carries you off his chest onto the sheets, towering above you instead so as to give himself proper access to your frame, now completely exposed to his golden eyes. He leans down closer, nuzzling into the top of your head to inhale the scent and hum with delight.

'I love your hair, always so silky smooth, always smells so nice,' He takes a deep breath, almost unable to have enough of the sweetness. 'Even though I sometimes use your shampoo, my hair doesn't smell as nice as yours.'

Seeing a small smile on your lips feels like a little win for Vox so he continues, moving his lips lower to your face. Slowly, he takes some time to kiss every wrinkle, every old blemish, every tiny freckle making you squint your eyes — these are just gentle kisses, but such moment of closeness makes you feel very shy.

'I love your face and your lips', the last word is murmured into your mouth as Vox catches it into a deep kiss, tongues interwining not for too long: Vox still has many more spots to kiss.

'Your eyes that make my day when I wake up, your lips turning into a smile that makes me feel like I'm the luckiest man on earth.'

As you keep listening to your boyfriend's soothing voice seeping into your mind, the heavy thunderstorm clouds seem to clear over your head almost. Meanwhile Vox continues his praises to your body, making sure no centimetre of it remains unloved or unnoticed.

'Your neck...' Hot breathing tickles the spot where your pulse is beating right into Vox's lips, his fingers grasping at your waist gently. 'Your collarbones and chest... Nature has put lots of love when it created such perfection,' Delicate palms move higher to massage your chest in slow circles.

Vox rubs the tip of his nose along the cleavage before leaving a chain of innocent kisses, his restless lips laying path down to your stomach. His rose gold eyes linger on the stretch marks — you have always considered those to be the ugliest part of your body — and you hide your face in your own palms, your body starting to curl in a protective manner so as to not let Vox look at it. If only you could have seen his face, filled with sympathy and will to help, when Vox's lips pampered those marks with more kisses.

'They are a reminder of how strong you are, my darling. Life has been giving you difficult times, but you have never given up. You have endured all the pain, and you have grown as a person,' Your lover's calm voice is pouring into your ears, and the tears finally break through, your throat spasming with a few sobs of relief.

'They are sunrays dancing on the water, they are ferocious lightnings, heroic scars after rebirth and a weary fight. So beautiful,' Vox whispers, long fingers tracing the marks and drawing playful shapes on the skin. 'So soft and gentle, and — oh god! — how do you always smell so fucking good?'

Vox's breath feels hot against your pelvic bones while he is peppering them with fluttering kisses, long skillful fingers adoring your curves with the utmost gentleness that you don't feel any disgust at yourself anymore. The body that you have been ashamed of all your life, is worshipped by someone you admire –and love– so much.

Vox rests atop of you, the weight of his body on yours feel like a heavy blanket, wrapping you up with the comforting sense of safety as he is connecting all the moles, dotted across your frame. Under Vox's touch, these tiny black dots form mesmerising constellations, with your boyfriend's golden eyes shining upon them like the sunrise.

'Your thighs and legs...' Vox goes on, grabbing your thighs so as to encourage you to wrap them around his waist in a tight lock. 'Not only I love how stunning they look shaking wide-spread in front of me or on my shoulders, but also how much power they hold to keep you going, and how you always get up of your feet no matter the difficulties.'

You squeeze Vox tighter, your arms buried in his hair in a loving gesture while you don't even bother to wipe the tears, now running freely along your cheeks – not because you're sad but quite on the contrary; such moment of intimacy feels like winning a huge jackpot of life, shared with your Kindred spirit.

'Until you learn to love yourself, I will love you for the two of us.' One final oath is whispered into your skin before you and Vox both fall asleep in each other's embrace.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

Husband!Vox x GN! Kindred (reader) NSFW AU

Inspired by the clip: https://x.com/llllll_lana/status/1946280202708889954?t=6o8SovlbbaP2Jv-k-zXLgg&s=19

Going on a vacation to the hot springs is a great chance to relax with Vox, exploring all sorts of pleasure together – this time, in a luxurious suite with the private swimming pool.

Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, smut.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

After having been working really hard this entire year, you and your husband Vox decided to take some time off on a resort, away from the busy city where no one and nothing could disturb you from relishing the intimacy of each other's embrace in the lazy mornings and long nights.

Much to your surprise, Vox was keeping the place of your joint vacation in secret, but after a smooth landing in the airport and further way to the hotel, you recognized picturesque landscapes you had only seen on the Internet.

When clear blue pools became visible from the distance, clouds of white steam floating above the water, you almost jumped out of the car seat, your face shining with joy – Vox remembered your sacred dream of going to the hot springs, and he made that wish to come true.

All the way to the hotel was filled with your excited chirping, your husband watching you with adoration as nothing made him happier than seeing his Kindred happy. On arrival, Vox couldn't catch up with your fast pace up to the suite – the best one on the entire resort.

Locking the door behind, Vox exhaled with relief and left the suitcase on the floor as you both entered the suite. You took your shoes off, almost waltzing into the living room, swirling around your axis – it was all yours for the next two weeks, finally some peace and quiet.

"But wait, there's more!" Vox giggles, coming closer to wrap his arm around your waist so that he could lead you to the side door, into the second half of the suite. When he pushed it aside, you got stunned by the most beautiful view, showered in the bright daylight.

A traditionally designed patio, made of the finest wood that still held that scent of pine trees, was seamlessly blended into a private hot spring, carved in stone while the trees kept this spot safe from any curious gaze. For a moment, you forgot to breathe, standing still.

But then the realization it wasn't just a dream hit you: overwhelmed with emotions, you jumped into Vox's arms, your legs wrapped around his slim waist while your lips were pampering your husband's face with fast nonstop kisses whose irides were gleaming, as pink as the cheeks.

"How about we relax in here after a long trip?" Vox began calmly, holding you tight as he craned his neck towards you, placing one gentle kiss on your lower lip. "Forget about the bags and everything... Just only you and only me", Two gems of pale pink adored you from below.

"I'd love that, my body is so sore after the flight..." you murmured, sighing with all the exhaustion, your arms wrapped around Vox's neck.

"Then I'll be waiting for you in the pool, gorgeous," Your husband winked placing you down as your feet touched the wooden floor again.

***

When you stepped outside on the patio, only a hotel towel wrapped around your bare body, Vox was already in the hot spring, tiny clouds of steam adding a mysterious touch to his look which seemed sexier than ever – you found yourself staring at him for a moment.

Black shiny hair with a few red strands catching one's attention was sleeked back, tiny drops of sweat and water running down Vox's big muscular chest and torso, half-submerged; like a king, he leaned back against the rocky surface of the pool, waiting for you to join.

"Babe, why are you standing there?" Vox's velvety baritone awakened you from all the thoughts; he nodded in an encouraging manner. "It's so lonely and boring without you here by my side."A warm smile, spread across Vox's plump lips, was enough for you to slowly unwrap the towel, its soft fabric pooling in your feet as you remained completely naked to your husband’s enamoured eye – time seemed to have frozen while you both were looking into each other's eyes, captivated by one another's beauty, Vox's lips parted but he was too mesmerized to speak.

You took a confident step further into the water, closing your eyes as it felt hot but soothing around your aching muscles before taking your seat next to Vox – he chased the initiative to fix that, having you seated on his lap instead, your back resting on his broad chest.

"Tired?" His whisper flowed into the gentle caressing, long fingers stroking your hair before moving lower to massage your shoulders, and the dull pain dissolved under your husband's magic touch.

"Mm-hmm," You felt so safe, so loved in Vox's arms that it was making you sleepy.

"Poor baby," Vox continued massaging your weak body, his veiny palms sliding down, fingers circling on your chest muscles before trailing to your waist, the warmth of your husband’s skin working on all the stiff knots to bring you the utmost relaxation.

At the same time, however, you could feel something else stiff poking into your lower back from behind – and you didn't hold a chuckle, wiggling on Vox's lap with a deliberate intention to tease him.

"Someone's full of energy here," You gazed up at Vox as his boyish laugh rang.

"How can I not be when the love of my life is occupying my lap while looking absolutely stunning?" His honesty only melted your heart further, your own inner desire to feel Vox on a deeper level burning on the skin.

"Oh, is that so?" You got up from a comfy position only to turn around, making sure your husband was surely licking his lips with hunger at the mere sight of your curves, before you faced Vox, almost crawling like a cat closer to him. "What a coincidence, cause the love of my life himself is looking pretty handsome as well."

Your arms following the familiar pattern of being wrapped around your husband's neck, you took Vox into a deep kiss while straddling his lap, smooth motions of your hips against Vox's own in the water following the slow rhythm.

"May I...?" In between the kisses, Vox breathed out, and suddenly the water seemed even colder than the scorching hot gravitation between you two. A pair of gentle hands cupped your butt, Vox pulled you as close as possible until you both blended into each other – yet still he wanted to make sure you weren't too tired for that.

Light breeze was playing with the leaves, ruffling the water surface while rhythmic splashes filled the steady air, shaken by the soft moans – pushing himself deeper inside of you, Vox kept kissing your neck, earning the most beautiful vocalization to his ears and back scratches.

And that's how the first day of your vacation went, passion unleashed, every single centimetre of each other's bodies remembered by heart.

The end.♨️

[llllll-lana]

BF!Vox x GN!Kindred (reader) NSFW AU (inspired by the clip)

The clip: https://x.com/llllll_lana/status/1945586641793356210?t=M9LchvicINFb4CC8PANz7g&s=19

When you leave your boyfriend alone at home while you're at work, calls during lunchtime is a regular thing. This time, never have you imagined a casual talk will go that far.

Tags: NSFW, second person POV, AU, Established relationships, fluff, smut.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy!

The drowsy ticking of a clock, a monotonous noise of the copy machine printing pages for the upcoming meeting, quiet buzz of the air conditioner; the typical atmosphere of your office, currently empty as the retreating footsteps and fading chatter mark the start of lunchtime.

Alone in your cubicle now, you relax back in the chair, hands behind your head in a resting position as you sign with some accumulated exhaustion from the morning. However, a break in total silence and peace would definitely give you more energy to go on with the rest of the day.

Reaching for your bag, you take a lunchbox out of it; nothing feels as comforting as some homemade food, especially prepared in advance by your boyfriend Vox. He's made sure to wake up very early to make your favorite food for you, and the realization brings a smile to your face.

The food is still warm, vegetables are cut in uneven but cute shapes and stars, and Vox even drew a heart using some sauce; you almost feel sorry for having to eat it, made with genuine love – you can feel it with the first bite, warmth spreading on your tongue and in your soul.

Your favourite tunes playing in the headphones, you're enjoying the food while tapping your foot to the beat, thinking about Vox again – when you had to leave for work, he was asleep.

"Is he awake now? I wonder what he's doing..." thoughts circulating in your mind.

As if reading your thoughts, Vox calls you this exact moment, startling you as you're trying to chew the food faster – and it's not just a call but a videocall, so seeing your boyfriend still sleepy in bed would be the most delightful addition to your meal.

Pressing the right button, you look at the screen as your expectations come right – the daylight pouring from behind the curtains, lighting it up to a not so bright but cosy enough level, sunrays dancing delicately on the bare sculptured and defined frame, messy black and red hair tossed all over the pillow, and only a thin white sheet covering the lower part of his body; Vox squints his golden eyes to the camera, still drowsy and not fully awakened after a sweet nap – like a soft teddybear you would love to cuddle to sleep now.

"Good morning, babe", Vox rasps, his voice reminding a bass string smoothly pulled as it creates a low soothing sound. It's obvious how much he's fighting the urge to go back to sleep – yet calling you was the first thing he wanted to do after waking up immediately.

"Sometimes even good afternoon is a good morning indeed," you giggle, staring at the screen with the need to imprint such sweet view on the sacred back of your mind. "Did you have a good rest?"

Vox turns over, now resting on his left side, his face closer to the camera.

"It doesn't feel good without you," he murmurs, plump lips pouted in a sulky expression.

"Aww..." You blow a kiss into the camera for Vox that he catches eagerly, his eyes bearing the most gentle gaze. "Just wait a bit, and I'm all yours tonight and for tomorrow's day off."

"You're always all mine, remember that?" Vox winks at you, turning over in the sheets again as the cover slips away from his torso, the fit muscles and smooth lines of his naked body making your mouth water. "But anyway, how's been your day so far? Tell me everything."

Despite this morning has been pretty much uneventful, apart from the morning meeting, you had a presentation (which you've been worried sick about, but Vox was cheering and helping you to prepare as much as possible) that went surprisingly even better than you have expected.

While you're telling Vox all the details about the presentation and your colleagues' reaction, you hear a weird noise – some fabric rustle followed by a faint "brrrr" of skin to skin, somehow reminding you of a door stopper. And Vox surely notices that startled look of yours.

"Kindred, are you alone in the office now?" he asks in a suggestive tone, licking his lips.

"Yeah, everyone's out for lunch... Why?" Dirty thoughts already crawling, your gaze falls down at the floor, you hear a shaky breath vibrating into your ear through the headphones.

"I just miss you exceptionally much this morning, he does too," Vox lowers the phone, the camera showing his broad chest further down to his flat stomach and the line of black hair trailing to his erected cock, its swollen tip glistening in the clear light.

It's more than flattering to see that YOU are the reason his body acting like this, but at the same time you wish you were there by his side, helping with his morning wood using your mouth instead; you're dazed by Vox's length in its glory, throbbing and yearning for you.

"Just... Just please, keep talking, I'll take care of it, please Kindred..." Vox's needy voice makes your insides flutter, your legs crossed to hold and endure the natural reaction of your body to such lewd display. You bring your phone closer, covering the mic with your palm:

"Fine, but let's be quick, the lunchbreak is almost over..." You murmur, continuing that talk about the presentation. In the meantime, time is relentless, and your colleagues might come at any point soon – the thrill makes both you and Vox even more heated, but unlike Vox, all you can do is sit, squirming in your chair while listening to the private "concert" of the most exquisite moans and grunts, mixed with the wet jerking noises, the rustle of sheets, and Vox's frenzied "Yeah, baby, keep going, just a bit more" in between until his face is buried into the pillow, muffling the guttural groan of release, his longing to feel you left hot and moist on his own palm spilling all over his stomach and thighs that only you can see.

"Kindred-" Vox's weak call is interrupted by the office door being open, the familiar chatter filling the room, the air suddenly feels more stuffy and heavy than before as you hurry to turn away, hiding deeper in your cubicle.

Vox giggles, seeing your obvious embarrassment but proceeds to go on, teasing you:

"The lunch was tasty, wasn't it, Kindred?"

"I swear, I'm gonna get you once I come home," you mutter into the mic as quiet as possible, all pent-up, but determined to get your sweet treat once you come home.

"Can't wait for that, darling," Vox's tongue twists out of his mouth in an obscene gesture before you end the call.

"Ehm... Kindred? Are you okay?" One of your colleagues, whose cubicle is next to yours, notices the thick blush on your face and your unfinished lunchbox on the desk with a curious look.

"Yeah, I had an important call, and the air conditioner seems to be not working properly!"

Your colleague seems to have believed in such excuse, although with a hint of suspicion but you turn away to the computer screen, pretending to be busy with work while begging for the day to be over as fast as possible – cause at the end of it, there's your handsome lover waiting for you to rest in his arms the way it's meant to be. Still, this little mischief energizes you to keep working harder – even at the cost of acquiring a suspecting colleague, but if only she knew that wasn't the first time you and Vox did the same.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

5.0!Vox x GN!Kindred NSFW AU

The sound of jazz goes quiet, all the songs have been sung, all the drinks have been shared in the Akuma Bar. Warm dim lights and the expensive red velvet couch call for a steamy continuation of the karaoke session.

Tags: NSFW, third person POV, Kindred as a group, AU, smut.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy! ♥️

Night city gleam sparks like the sea of fireflies, sleepy gloom of the twilight colouring the sky in dark shades of blue and purple. On top of a luxurious apartment building, a penthouse with a private bar concurrently, still radiates bright indoor lights from its windows.

Only ones with an exclusive invitation have been granted assess to the Akuma Bar for a fancy party with the finest drinks and appetizers as well as good music – no one but the owner of the bar himself, Vox Akuma, is at the microphone, treating dear guests with his melodic vocals.

Looking at the crowd through the pink lenses of his glasses, Vox pours all his devotion into the songs, catching the cheers and applause of his Kindred with a grateful smile while they are having the time of their lives, sharing joy with each other.

But every show must come to its end eventually. The music turns silent, only the lively chatter of Kindred filling the room, when Vox puts his microphone down, heading out to the exit to exchange polite goodbyes with the music band.

As a good host, he tries to do it quickly so as not to leave Kindred all by themselves.

'Thank you so much for your hard work today, safe travels home!' Vox shakes the band players' hands while watching their figures disappear behind the corner.

The red and black haired demon leans against the wall, feeling all the overexcitement and nervousness giving their way to fatigue – a pleasant one, though.

"What a great day", he thinks to himself, unable to hide a contented smile.

After taking a brief moment to catch his breath, Vox is eager to return to the main room where all the fun takes place and where his Kindred are waiting for him to come back soon. His steps confident against the oak flooring, the bar owner's ears catch something interesting – something that makes him halt in his tracks.

There is no more vivid chatter of Kindred clouding like the merry chirping of birds on a spring day. Instead, Vox can swear he hears... moist sounds of kissing, getting mixed with subtle moans which definitely resonate with him, sending familiar pulsating straight to his groin.

"Of-fucking-course", Vox smirks. Deep down, he already knows what to expect when he leaves his Kindred alone – they would entertain themselves by a passionate make-out session if Vox is not around to kiss them. Not that he doesn't find it extremely hot, though.

Tension and hunger bottled up in Vox's body, he steps inside the bar only to find himself in the middle of something that will always belong to his golden eyes only: veiled by the subdued lights and the moon shine from the outside, all Kindred have occupied his new velvet couch.

Some of their things and clothes are lying all over the floor, probably taken off in the heat and haste of the moment. Vox's gaze slides across the delicate plexus of bodies, lips on lips, hands exploring every appetising curve. The strong scent of alcohol accompanies the view.

Vox chuckles – no one has even noticed his arrival, too immersed in the saliva-exchanging activity. The bar owner reaches for his unfinished glass of whiskey, chugging it at one go, a thin watery trail rolling from the left corner of his mouth down to the chin and neck.

'Fucking freaks', Vox curses, the fabric of his trousers getting too tight on the showing bulge. He strides over to the bar counter, taking a seat on top of a bar chair; he needs some release, some relief after such a rollercoaster of emotions and quite an overwhelming view.

'Enjoy the fucking afterparty, you bitches', Vox grunts, eyeing the unbothered crowd from above the bar chair. Through the rustle of dense fabric and the metallic noise of a zipper, his length is quickly revealed to the warm air and a rough touch of his own spit-covered palm.

Vox rubs the blood-swollen shaft lazily, a thumb stroking the head to smear some dribbling pre all along his cock before he gives it a full firm stroke. An ecstatic groan gets buried deep in Vox's chest, his back drenched in sweat, the musk of it mixing with the woody perfume.

He grits his teeth quickening the pace while his mind is drunk on the most lewd noises his Kindred keep making; he is wishing for somebody's lips wrapped around his dick instead.

'My lord..' a sultry voice reaches for him when Vox notices that all the eyes in the room are on him.

In a snap, the handsome bar owner is dragged onto the couch, in the scorching-hot core of the whole display, hands on his body and god-knows-how-many tongues licking his arousal in a lusty frenzy. Someone loosens Vox's ponytail, his silky hair sprayed all over the cushions.

'That's my good Kindred', the demon breathes out, grabbing one familiar face by the chin into a long sloppy kiss, their lipstick imprinted all over Vox's mouth before they focus on his moist neck instead. Vox makes himself comfortable, drowning in the perfect chaos of desire.

'There's one more thing in the show program that we haven't done yet, my darlings', Vox licks his lips, the pair of rose-tinted shades hanging loosely on his flustered, absolutely fucked-up face. 'Let's test how soundproof the walls are here. Don't hold back your moans, loves.'

The end~🥃♥️

[llllll-lana]

👹 Vox being Vox for 2 minutes: a compilation of Milord's wiggling, AIEEEN, humming, 🦍 noises, YIPPEE, malding, daipans, cute noises and face expressions, and other silly moments from the DK Country Returns stream!

🔗 To the VOD: www.youtube.com/live/FOt4-my2hLE?si=QVXD3FZJj59qIF4s

[llllll-lana]

Vertuvius!Vox x Apprentice!Kindred (GN) NSFW AU

Hungry for more power, Vetruvius desires to create a spell to enhance his skills while his apprentice, secretly in love with the wizard, helps him. However, his new magic has an unexpected effect.

Tags: NSFW, third person POV, AU, smut.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy! ♥️

Another restless night spent in a locked gloomy tower, another countless attempt to create a spell that could make his livestock grow and reproduce faster. Vetruvius was pacing back and forth around the room, his humble apprentice in search of different ingredients hurriedly.

One more set of ingredients was put on the crafting table, Vetruvius' hands were swinging in the air with a distinctive grace before his tired exhale caught the apprentice's attention.

'This better be working, or else... Come with me, Kindred,' he waved in an encouraging gesture.

The yard welcomed the two magicians with a quiet rustle of trees, suddenly interrupted by a loud "moo" – a few cows that Vetruvius had taken from one local villager, were enjoying their grass hardly aware what was coming at them.

The arch wizard's voice resembled the fierce thunderstorm when he opened his spell book:

'By the power of Arcane, breed!' Soft pink glow spread around, into the cows' pen as both Vetruvius and Kindred waited for the spell to get in action – which went in vain, unfortunately.

Disappointed, the wizard returned back to his magic chamber, scratching his head.

'How can I make this work...' He propped himself against the table, thinking of the spell formula. The wizard's pink eyes, partially hidden behind the coal-black and red bangs, carried confusion.

'My helpful apprentice, could you please fetch me that book over there?' Vertuvius pointed at the farthest corner of the room, decorated with a bookshelf. With a quick nod, Kindred reached for the shelf up on their tiptoes, thinking of any possible ways to help Vetruvius.

Out of nowhere, a strange tingling sensation washed over their body like a ticklish wave, somehow familiar flutter filling their chest. But Kindred paid no attention to that: obviously, they were just glad to help their wizard teacher who they liked (secretly).

Vetruvius' magic chamber was spacious, but not quite as much, yet it felt like an eternity to return back to the arch wizard's table; every step Kindred took felt heavier than ever.

“𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐲? 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧?”

Having barely made it back, sitting down on a chair, Kindred ran their cold palm over the face – the skin was burning under their fingertips. The more time passed, the more their body was acting weird, and Vertuvius' broad back facing them caused the fire within to burn harder.

Without looking away, the arch wizard grabbed the book – he was too lost in the creative process to notice Kindred's state, their breathing ragged.

'So, if I combine this and that...' he was mumbling to himself, working on the spell, but Kindred's meek voice interrupted him –

'Professor Vetruvius, I think I don't feel quite well,' Kindred rasped, their face buried in the hands. The air in the room was getting hotter and hotter with each second that it was difficult to breathe and think clearly. Vetruvius, on the contrary, seemed fine.

The grand wizard put his book away before taking a few steps towards Kindred, his deep eyes full of worry for his apprentice.

'Don't worry, my healing spell will cure you in no time,' Vetruvius snapped his fingers in a swift motion, his lips moving quietly. But it didn't work.

'Professor Vetruvius, please...' Kindred begged weakly, their legs moving on their own so that they could end up standing in front of the wizard, their heated body falling onto his, Kindred's cheek pressed to Vertuvius' bare chest. 'It's so hot, and my body doesn't obey me...'

Vetruvius froze, his mind recalling the spell he had casted earlier on the cows – perhaps, it hadn't worked because... it works only on humans? However, he didn't have much time to think – Kindred's lips stamped into his own gently, lusty eyes closed.

The feeling of someone else's body rubbing against his own, the hot breath against the wizard's pale skin; Vetruvius swore he would focus only on magic, but if we're to be honest with himself – he grew quite fond of his apprentice, even too much to enjoy the sudden affection.

“𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝... 𝐈 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲.”

Vetruvius lowered his head, his lips were brushing against Kindred's ear, when he whispered, lust-drunk:

'I will help you, my dear apprentice. After all, I have to take responsibility for my wrong deed.'

'Vetruvius, please do something,' Kindred moaned, undoing their clothes unconsciously. 'I'm so scared.'

'Shh, I am right here,' Vetruvius took his hat off, so Kindred were able to look up at him more clearly; that very gaze of rose eyes always made their knees weak. But the spell had only started working, and once Kindred were held against the table, everything went blank.

***

The time stopped, two connected bodies were moving their rhythm, and only the rough cold wall kept Kindred clutching at that tiny straw of reality while they were melting in Vetruvius' embrace. The wizard held them levitating, his lips sealed upon Kindred's neck.

'Please breed me, Vetruvius, show me all of your magic, give me all of your seed...' the apprentice kept moaning into the grand wizard's ear, their nails leaving red marks on his back. As impatient as Vetruvius was, he remained gentle too, holding Kindred delicately.

Body fluids were dripping down the apprentice's thighs, pooling down on the floor; they kept coming and coming, spasming all over the wizard's length. There were only Kindred and only Vetruvius on the table, against the wall, and on the floor…

'Vetruvius!' Kindred screamed.

***

The early morning sun kissed Kindred's cheek when they woke up, all sore in their bed. That was a wild dream as they thought, recalling all the extremely dirty images occupying their mind. How hopeless they must have been to see Vetruvius doing THAT to them in their dreams...

The apprentice sighed heavily. They couldn't remember much from yesterday, except for the moment when they felt sick. Perhaps, that was only but a fever that had also caused such obscene dreams. The image of Vetruvius' strong arms holding their waist – Kindred's face grew red.

When a sudden knock on the door dispelled their daydreaming, the apprentice hid their face under the blanket, only their eyes peeking out.

'May I come in?' no one but the arch wizard himself asked behind the door.

'Sure!' Kindred's voice shook with embarrassment.

'Good morning, my dear apprentice,' Vetruvius brought some breakfast on a fancy tray, his smile as luminous as usually. 'How are you feeling today?'

'Good morning, Professor Vetruvius,' the muffled answer came underneath the blankets which Vetruvius found quite adorable. 'I am feeling much better, although still a bit weak. What happened yesterday?'

“𝐒𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭... 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐎𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝.”

The corners of the arch wizard's lips turned up in a smile when he placed the tray down on a night desk before taking a seat on the edge of Kindred's bed, maintaining a comfortable distance between them.

'The fever knocked you off your feet, and you slept through the whole day.'

'I am so sorry if I have bothered you, Professor,' Kindred lowered their gaze feeling guilty for causing any nuisance to someone they looked up to.

'Not at all. As your senior, it's my responsibility to look after you.'

Kindred froze, vivid flashbacks from their dream haunting them.

𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒅 – that's what Vetruvius had said into their eyes, his body pressed into their own before everything went out of control in Kindred's dream. Thinking about that again made them almost squeal.

'I assume you haven't recovered fully yet,' Vetruvius chuckled, noticing the thick red painting the apprentice's face. He thought of how cute it was. 'Have some more rest, and don't forget to eat. As soon as you feel much better, come find me in my magic chamber.'

With one last smile, Vetruvius headed out, adding one more thing in the door way:

'I heard there is a new café in the village. Perhaps, we could check it out later together, if you don't mind.'

And the door closed, leaving Kindred all alone in the total chaos of thoughts.

The arch wizard stood still in the hall, his palm pressed to the chest: his heart was about to jump out of the rib cage. He hadn't experienced anything like that for ages. Wizards pursue magic not all those warm sweet feelings. But the only thing on his mind was Kindred's warmth.

“𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔.”The wizard looked out of the window. Like cheerful dandelions had sprouted out in the yard, a gentle flower bloomed in his heart, too.

The end.🪄

[llllll-lana]

Demon!Vox x Traveller!Kindred SFW AU

Hi Kindred, it's your sweet story time! Vox is a demon that lives in the dark, afraid of light. K are a sunshine in the human form but afraid of the dark. Two souls meet each other and learn to overcome their fears to find happiness.

Tags: SFW, third person POV, AU, fluff, metaphors, happy ending.

Note: The work is focused on fictional characters (Kindred as the clan/generalized character and Vox himself). Treat my works only as a source of comfort or entertainment. Thank you. Enjoy! ♥️

Once upon a time, somewhere far far away, there lived a human. As long as they lived, as much as they learned about all the different things, they still knew so little about their own self."Who am I? What was I made for? What is the outer world like? Will I ever be happy?" — every time, they struggled to give themselves a clear answer to those many questions, leaving deep melancholy darkening their days. To find answers and dispel the sadness, they set their foot on a journey full of new places and new experiences, not necessarily pleasant ones.

Their will would transcend any high mountains, deep rivers, and thick forests, no matter how scary it could get. With orange sunrise marking the beginning of a new day, the human's feet felt the softness of grass — they happened to stop by a meadow, an isle of peace and quiet.

The coolness of a lush tree crown welcomed them to lay down on the nature's flowery carpet and rest for a moment, so serene that the human relaxed, their skin caressed by gentle wind. However, a loud thud alerted them from a sweet rest when suddenly, it started to rain.

Getting drenched under the growing downpour, the human walked, and walked, and ran until the air burned in their lungs to find a shelter. And they did find one, their tired feet leading them right to a small hill, with a lonely cave as dark as the night.

'It's scary... But I have no other choice,' the human thought, stepping inside the cave. 'Hello? Anyone here?' they called, their trembling from cold voice ringing along the cave with a wavering echo. No answer came back, no one came to face them either.

'I can stay here until the rain calms down,' the tired traveller mumbled under their breath. However, they didn't dare to go deeper into the cave, making themselves comfortable closer to the exit. Surprisingly, it was quite warm and safe here, drowsiness getting over them.

Crawled up on a pile of soft leaves, the human closed their eyes, desperately trying to get warmer, their clothes and hair all soaked. The quiet symphony of rain lulled them into a deep slumber. In the meantime, a pair of golden eyes opened wide in the cave's farthest corner.

'How long has it been since I met a human last time?' the inner voice of these golden eyes' owner wondered, as he stood up shakily, watching the small human frame shiver. Something sank deep inside his frozen being; a familiar desperation to take care of someone in need.

***

The sun that had been hiding behind thick heavy clouds, set when the traveller woke up, a pleasant warmth tickling their body. Their eyes blinking slowly, the first thing they noticed was a piece of silky-smooth cloak resting on top of them, keeping them warm.

But not only that bewildered the human; a small campfire next to them was also lighting the total darkness of the cave. The rain kept pouring, as the human looked around. It was as if their worst nightmare came true to life: they were in the middle of a complete pitch-black.

Instinctively holding the cloak close to their chest, the human panicked. Someone was definitely there, so... they weren't completely alone and, even, safe. But before they could express their scare out, a voice reached them from the heart of the cave.

'It's okay, I won't do any harm to you,' a deep tone as soft as the very cloak itself, spoke while the human squinted, trying to tell anything apart in the dark. Only a pair of golden eyes flashed at them. 'You can rest in my cave as much as you want. I'm sorry if I scared you.'

'And you...?' the traveller mumbled back, an unexpected conversation along with wood cracking peacefully in the bonfire, calmed their racing heart down.

'I'm just as lonely as you are,' the voice, as the traveller assumed belonged to a man, said, a bittersweet sadness in it.

'Lonely? Are you living there all by yourself?' the traveller asked. They had completely forgotten about their fear of the dark, as it seemed, their attention drawn to a mysterious companion, whose life story might have been worthy to hear out, whose eyes were filled with sorrow.

'I used to be surrounded by hundreds of people. Had my own place to call home. Sadly, monsters like me can't ever wish for a "happily ever after", shall I wither and die here, in this cave,' the voice got quieter, as if it had accepted such doomed fate.

Despite it being the first ever encounter, the traveller's chest grew heavy with sympathy for that soul.

'Do you have a name?' The human wondered, their eyes going back and forth as they tried to draw a slim silhouette out in the dark, sitting in the corner far away from them.

'I never did. But my people used to call me Vox,' the way he voiced "my people" out was colored with the most beautiful gentleness one could ever imagine. Those people were important to him. Perhaps, he wanted to protect them, but failed to do so, as the traveller concluded.

'When the rain stops, and the sun rises tomorrow, I'll prove to you, Vox, that you deserve to keep living and embracing this amazing world,' they proclaimed, pure determination in their voice. Vox, somehow, remained quite skeptical.

'I haven't left my cave for hundreds of years, and I'll never ever grow out of this fear, I'm afraid. No need to go out of your way to save a demon that needs no salvation.'

'Were you a horrible demon, you wouldn't be so forgiving to me invading your hiding spot because of the rain. So, I do believe you have a kind heart.'

What a stubborn human, the demon thought. However, all he could do was to hide a rare smile that hadn't shone on those pale lips for centuries. Thinking about times when his own precious people made him smile, the demon fell into a deep slumber, lulled by the rain.

***

The new day welcomed the traveller with a warm sunrise, no clouds hiding the perfectly clear blue sky. The lonely owner of the cave had been silent since their last night talk, so they headed outside, soft grass still wet under their feet. As they walked around the meadow, they gathered a handful of fresh flowers, the tender forget-me-nots petals fluttering in their hold. In no time, the human's hands wove a flower crown for the mysterious demon, as their last gift before they must go forward on their journey. Maybe, that small gift would move him.

'Vox?' standing in front of the cave, the traveller called the demon. Two moons of gold approached them, shining in the endless void of black. 'Thank you, for allowing me to stay here for the night, but I must go now,' They stretched one hand, holding the flower crown out.

'I have my own life journey to pursue, but you deserve to continue yours too. Your mistakes don't define you, and you still have a chance to make things better,' the human continued. 'If you allow your fear to win, would you ever be able to admire these flowers again?'

A barely audible sob echoed from the cave, when the demon stepped closer, his own pale hand reaching out for the flowers, out in the sunshine for the first time in many centuries.

'I can't. I simply can't. You deserve to pursue your dreams, and I… don't deserve such kindness.'

'You do, just like anyone else,' the human spoke gently, their fingers brushing against the demon's. They were standing together, like two opposites, darkness and light colliding, and Vox could swear he would be dazzled by how bright the human's smile was.

Suddenly, the light didn't seem to be so scary anymore, so he took a leap of faith. His legs hesitant, Vox stepped out into the light, welcomed by a warm embrace of the traveller, their frame significantly more fragile as his own. Meanwhile, the human went speechless giving all of themselves to the hug as their eyes wandered around. Red and black long hair, with uneven bangs falling down one eye, a hair of chaotic little horns, and the most gentle smile in the world; that was how they saw Vox for the first time.

'I realized you've never told me your name,' the demon whispered, pulling back from the embrace.

'My name is Kindred,' Kindred's eyes were shining in response, they placed the flower crown on top of Vox's head when he caught their hand with his own.

'Kindred… Usually I don't believe in such things, but it's nothing else but fate allowing us to meet each other. Would you mind if I continue this journey with you?' No words needed in a moment like that, so Kindred only clutched at Vox's hand, their fingers interlocked. Two souls joined each other on their long and hard journey, and it didn't feel as lonely as it used to be anymore, the connection between Vox and Kindred surviving any hardship, lasting for an eternity.

Together, they weren't afraid of light or darkness anymore.

The end.♥️

[llllll-lana]

👹 Kindred's Vitamin V dose: a compilation of all Milord's laughing moments (honk laugh, snore laugh, hehe, crying laugh) from the Gartic Phone collab!