#replies;mill

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starter for @unbite ft mill & luce & maybe pasha later

“What a day-” Mill sighs softly to himself, elbow resting on the bar top and cheek squished into his palm, as the wolf stares unseeing down into the murky depths of his Loco Moko cocktail. A heady mix of pinapple, zesty apple liquor and creme dae menth, Its fruity and fizzes on his tongue because despite being an oh-so-rugged werewolf, he can’t really stand the churn of beer. It makes him gassy.  

Currently he is sat lamenting his woes in a vampire bar. It wouldn’t usually be the place for a wolf to hang out, but his whole life revolves around a vampire, he even smells of him and though indentured werewolves weren’t exactly common place, it made more sense for him to come here than some dive-bar werewolf watering hole. He never did like those guys. Speaking of his master, he had dropped the vampire off at one of his usual spots to do whatever it was Pasha got up to with someone cute on one arm and someone tall on the other. “Vampires...” Mill sighs to himself before lifting the cocktail glass to take one big gulp. 

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@n0chanxes​ sent Terrible First Meeting Starters ft mill & hwansong  

“Hey. Pretend you were waiting for me. You’re being followed.” 

Mill’s eyes widen a little, peeking out from where he had sunk his chin down into the thick knit of his scarf, warding off the cold night air, curled up in his winter puffer coat as the icy wind threatens to rattle through him. Looking back at the man who’d appeared from the dark in front of him, the young wolf is taken aback for a moment as his feet come to a stop and he takes a small step back with one foot. “-w-what?” He stammers, his startled brain taking a moment to catch up, before he tries to glance back over his shoulder. 

He can sense someone there, but they’d held back, they hadn’t carried on past as someone would expect if they were just walking the same street as him. That had him taking that step back towards the stranger, suddenly his senses alight and unnerved. Why would someone be following him?!

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Royal Dreams | w/ @temporalobjects​ ft Iwai & Mill au Prince Yongsoo 

With an irritated grunt the Prince lifts his small, thin bladed sword with it’s gilded ivory handle and angrily slashes at a bush near by. Soft sued leather boots stomp at the undergrowth sitting thick around the small, winding track through the forest, as strong brows gather in a frown and pink lips purse in pissy defiance to the busy bodies hurrying around in search for him, not far behind. “I never get to do what I want” he huffs, grumbling to himself as the long day of travelling back to the capital slowly draws to an end and night threatens to fall in the West. He’s of an age now where he should be able to do as he pleases! Or so the Prince feels. So far removed from the actual suffering of normal folk, his well fed, supported life feels more like a cage, when he dreams of adventures and war! Still, if he was to meet something more challenging than an ivy push, he might have issues, as even though he’s slashing at it, he’d barely made a dent. 

“Stupid sword” he grumbles, half tempted to throw it away and protest, but the thing was precious to him, so instead he holsters it by his hip and sets to looking around. “Prince Yongsoo!” He hears in the distance, their voices carrying closer as they continue their frantic search, leaving him to groan with a roll of his eyes and carry on, deeper into the forest. Only this time off the path. 

He walks for a little while, birds chirping over head and the canopy becoming thicker and though he can’t put a finger on it, the oddest sensation creeps up his neck, as with a frown he turns a little on the spot, eyes lifting to higher tree branches. Why did he feel as if he were being watched? This was decidedly less fun then he had originally envisioned, yet still he marches on. The voices of his guards or servants now not reaching him, a he presses forward and past a small, bubbling stream. On the other side, having scurried across wet rocks, Yongsoo comes across the large, rundown remains of what seems to be a mansion. Sprawling brickwork, riddled with roots cracking it’s stonework, rotting doorways and broken roof tiles. It seems to have once been a large estate, but now nature had once again claimed it. He’d never heard of anyone living in this forest before. “How strange..” he murmurs to himself, feeling a pull to go ahead and take a look. One foot stepping forward before behind him a twig snaps and he hears the angry huff of a horse. “There you are-!” The mounted soldier calls out, breaking the spell, as the Prince spins around to look at him. 

“Well it took you long enough!” Yongsoo huffs, before his eyes slowly turn back to the derelict palace. “Come along, Sire” the man calls, horse a little jittery in the shadow of the ruins but slowly stepping forward to collect him. “It’s not safe here at night, we need to get you back” he calls out, extending a gloved hand for the young Prince to take, so he can pull him up to share his saddle. “Hm... yes” the Prince murmurs, slowly turning away to do as he’s bade. He would have liked to explore...

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cont from here w/ @ ft Mill & Pasha @unavernales

Mill winces, eyes lowered as he hears the scathing tone in Pasha's voice, and the squelch of flesh hitting the ground as that disgusting display of brute force and fighting prowess still leaves a shudder over his body where he rests, dishevelled from his own, minimal scuffle, against the alley wall.

Watching Pasha fight was always a varied affair. Sometimes it was exhilarating to watch the power and skill, sometimes it was nauseating to watch the viscera be detached from whatever body part with a spew of blood. Werewolves were supposed to be good at all this blood and violence stuff, Mill was practically a vegetarian, if it wasn't for the fact that he needed meat.

This fight, however, felt like his own punishment, as he sniffles softly and tries to tug at his shirt to right it. He'd only been thrown against the wall and chased a little bit, before Pasha had arrived. He hates seeing his beautiful boss so dirtied, and it was his fault.

"I-I'm sorry..." he whispers, feeling his nose dribble a little as he looks back at his boss, a beg of forgiveness in those mahogany depths. He knows he'd been told not to trust mortals but, this one seemed different! He thought this one liked him. He must look pathetic, meeting up with someone from a dating sight, only to nearly get a silver bullet in the chest! Pasha always made dating look so easy... Mill just wanted to try a little slice of his own! All he'd managed was to awkwardly sip a coke in the bar through a straw before agreeing to a walk. He wasn't anything like Pasha...

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Mill. My sweet boy. Not a question. More like advice: stay out of the omega verse.

And. Are you still pure? 👀 You haven’t thrown it back yet, have you?

"Omega-what?" Blinks and tilts his head, very confused. "Pure? Thrown... what? Like sports?" His frown deepens as he gets even more confused. Very pure.

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❛ fucking hit me already. ❜ from ren

darker vibes | sentence starters ft witch!heather & ren & mill (i'm stealing your wolfie verse if that's alright, and adding in two for the price of one!)

"I'm not going to hit you! You... silly dog-" Heather huffs as she looks over at their bound guest with an exasperated sigh. It wasn't commonly in her nature to insult, nor to kidnap, and yet here she was! Doing both! Utterly driven to the extremes by desperation. This spell had to work and this wolf was her main ingredient. More importantly, his strength.

"I thought you were supposed to be keeping him calm" she turns her gaze to the younger wolf by the doorway, an unwilling accomplice and one of her failed attempts. The last blood moon she had used Mill as her conduit for power, but he just wasn't enough. Now it had lead them to this extreme. To find another and coerce their involvement, even if they had to force it. The witch had heard all sorts of things about wolves and their hierarchies or bonding, so she'd thought including Mill would somehow... placate Ren, as she now knows he is called through a rather heated exchange. Alas, he was just as spirited as she'd hoped, and also feared. She just hopes those chains hold.

"Oh...-" she gives up with a wave of her hand and a tutted huff, before turning away to busy herself with the rest of the ingredients, because unfortunately that is just what this wolf was, an ingredient. It was easier when they didn't talk, or make her feel so damn guilty. Still, she needed this, she needed to get her magic back!

With the witch busying herself with her preparations, Mill slowly sinks a little closer. Now able to see where Ren had worn himself red against the chains by his wrists with his wiggling, and his own guilt grows. "It won't take long.." he whispers, slipping the last few steps closer, before sinking down to a crouch beside him, as he smooths a few fingers slowly against the red of his skin. Lighting large, hazel eyes to the other wolf, he worries his bottom lip lightly between his teeth. "Please don't struggle, you'll only end up hurting yourself..." he says softly, unable to ignore the following huff from the witch a few feet away as she snaps "and use up your much needed strength!"

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Sinday Ask: Sweet Mill~ ❤️ If you had to smash your bff Jun three times in the filthiest ways possible to save the world from an asteroid catastrophe, would you?

"I-I..!" Mill quickly stammers, his mouth hanging open a little as his eyes widen, aghast. "There's a situation where me having sex would stop an asteroid?!" He yelps, colour very quickly flooding to his cheeks because outside of hentai he's not sure how he's supposed to mentally deal with that possibility!

"I-I... well I... I guess" he stammers, cheeks now positively warm as he's forced to answer the only logical way he can. Would he allow half of the worlds population to suffer through a atmospheric winter caused by an asteroid instead of getting bent over by his close friend? Obviously not! He's not a monster and to say otherwise would clearly be a lie.

"I don't know if we'd smash, per say.." he mumbles, fingers playing with the bottom of his sweater as his ears turn pink. If he and Jun were to do it, surely it would be... well, sweet! He didn't think Jun was the type to flip someone over and hump them like a dog in heat, but really he hasn't thought about it before! All he knows is that he would insist it was done nicely... romantic, with candles and things. If he were to save the world by giving his virginity over, that is!

"However I still don't see how us having sex stops asteroids!"

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mill, do you actually like pasha or do you like his attention and protection?

"Trust me, there's not a lot you would do around pasha if you didn't like him-" Mill huffs, bending forward to pick up a box of printer paper before dropping it down onto the next, next to the other three he'd already set to lifting and hauling around. By now usually neatly combed hair a little frizzed and his cheeks hot as he pants softly for breath.

For a moment he pauses, before looking up again. "No wait that didn't sound right-" he quickly sets to back tracking. It wasn't to say that Pasha was difficult, just... a lot of personality. Mill spent most of his time as the vampire's assistant running around after him, sorting out his failed dates and one night stands and ordering Starbucks drinks that make him sound ridiculous. You had to love Pasha to deal with all of that.

@unavernales sorry i lost this somehow!