#mlbb fluff

a/n: HELLO!! Thanks for requesting! You didn't know how much time I thought over who these are by the names you gave HWJAJS I hope I got it right though 😞 Enjoy!

Khaleed loved books. And the first time he saw you, you were reading a book with a familiar book cover. He remembers it contained beautiful spots in Agetla Drylands.

Yes, he loved making people smile with joy. That's why he promised that he would take you with him to experience the actual beauty of Agetla Drylands firsthand, outside of where their village is located.

He swore to not get any feelings involved, but how could he when he took you to one of the places he loved as your eyes continued to sparkle?

His heart melted as he mentally planned to take you everywhere that moment. 

You gasp, your excitement evident in your tone as you speak. “I’ve seen that before in the book! Look, it's so beautiful in person!”

He nods, his heart warms knowing how you share his love for adventure as well.

Then on, he took you to various places. But this time, when he was at your door with a soft red hue spread across his face, his heart yearned to take you out again—but this time as your date.

You can't help it. You undeniably admire his strategic mind and bravery on the battlefield. Sometimes you think you don't deserve to hog all of his attention, although Khaleed is quick to dismiss that thought, and he made sure that you knew he valued your loving support and understanding of his duties.

He appreciates you. He would be willing to remind you every minute of it.

Despite being the Prince of the Artha Clan and being known to possess great leadership and charisma, he's not afraid of showing vulnerability around you.

He even seeks solace and emotional support after facing tremendously long hours of war.

“Dovie? Can I please get a hug?”

You heartily laugh at your lover's behaviour. He jutted his lower lip at your laugh, but you soon opened your arms, and he quickly scurried over, cuddling you tightly in his arms.

Muffled by the hug, he whispered a tiny thank you as he kissed your cheeks and you giggled.

  There's an undeniable allure to Phoveus' dangerous nature, something like a forbidden attraction. In which it draws you in because of the mixture of fear and fascination about your dynamic relationship.

It took a lot for him to accept and experience loving someone, someone who he trusted.

The man might even see your relationship as a conquest, making your cheeks flush as he showers you with his undivided love.

He enjoys the challenge of winning you over and over again just as much as he loves winning in conflicts again and again.

Although in private, he may show his softer and more vulnerable side to you.

And you love this side of him, not just because he looks like some kicked puppy waiting for your touch, but because of the way he sincerely shows his love for you.

Although it hurts you to know he's been worried you'd leave and betray him one day,

But you wouldn't do that, right? Please convince him!

“Please don't leave. I love you too much. Please, I love you. I love you.”

And just like Khaleed, he will be seeking solace and comfort just to take a break from the chaos and brutality of his other persona.

Now, despite his violent tendencies and his hunger for winning, he will actually, and I mean will sincerely, display an intense protectiveness towards you.

He views you somehow as belonging to his territory, which he has to defend at all costs. Though making you mad was nowhere near his long ahh prepared list,

“Phoveus. Please tell me what happened to the traveller who asked me for directions?” You interrogated him as your arms crossed on your chest.

He groans, trying to dismiss the question but soon answering, fearing you'd get even more mad, “...gone.”

“What do you mean 'gone'?!”

SFW -

If you have very fluffy hair, he'll not hesitate to ask for your consent to comb it. Like— He'll groom your hair as one way of showing his affection towards you.

The effort he uses to make you hand-made, floof filled pillows, and the upset look he gives you when it rips, the moment you hug it... Poor Xavier. He worked so hard just for it to break.

You can't really blame him, he sucks at making hand-made things, and with sewing? The techniques used to sew up the end of the fabric is more complicated than him casting spells. Seriously!

You'll often find him wearing 'smart ass' glasses, with a large book on his study table. He's like a youthful old man in a way, his intelligence makes him more mature than his age. But only you and cats can bring him back to his childish needs!

Speaking of childish needs.. He'd be very touchy with you, instead of talkative. He'd chase you around when you snatch his kitten, and pull you into bone crushing hugs if you made him chase you around for more than five minutes.

When he promises something to you, you better not doubt that he'd keep it. 'Cause he will, every single time. He promise he'd buy you snacks for a date night? Kept it! He even went overboard on the... chocolates. For him, if you don't want it.

If you feel a lively aura around him when it's night, expect both of you to talk about a lot of things about how well your relationship was going on your bed. It'll be a romantic night, with lots of L-bombs being dropped to each other.

Polaroids! The moment it was invented, Xavier bought it and took every single event that happened in both of your lives. He wants to remember everything, and it's because you're adorable in every way possible.

When you're upset, and not even a kitten could fix it— He'll make use of the polaroids and show them to you. Remind you what happened in each one, and make you laugh from when he chokes on his pronunciations.

A really sad fact about him, he first had commitment issues with his very first— Yet not true love. It drastically changed because of you keeping him in the course you and him were headed..

NSFW -

Manhandling you is probably something he'd love to do, but won't act on until you tell him to be open with his sexual desires.

Speaking of being manhandled by him, if you've been letting him manhandle you a lot. He'll become increasingly more comfortable, and will hold you down more and more frequently during sex.

He's the biggest gentleman in your whole life! Asking for consent every time he's planning to do something to you— Maybe grope you, or even suck hickeys into your neck? He'll ask for consent.

In his deeper desires... he'd love to see you dressed up as a cat, and take care of you like an owner. It gives him, and probably you a sense of comfort— because he's so used to taking care of them.

Being risky with him is fine every once in awhile.. He'd love to show you off while he fucks you into euphoria, like how he loves to talks about you with his friends on how much he loves everything about you.

The way he smooth talks you into feeling safe, even when the painful stretch of his cock still lingered in your poor hole.. You'd be convinced that he didn't kill anyone, even if he killed someone directly infront of you.

It just makes sense that he'd kiss your cheek a lot— Even when he's face to face with you. He's somehow fucked out as you and can only reach the side of your face to kiss you.

When you wear his blue colored shirt in bed, with nothing underneath— Be prepared to be fucked out of your brains, because he can't stop himself from preventing his thoughts to run wild at the sight.

Imagine pulling his hair in hopes of making him slow down, but he just fucks you faster. Instead of making him stop by pulling on his hair, you just turn him on even more..

I bet he loves sucking on your tongue, just to feel you squirm and push on his chest for him to pull away and stop the; very much embarrassing action. Unfortunately, you can't talk, to save yourself from losing your breath completely...

Aamon -

You could have never imagined the luck you'll have when you saw witnessed Aamon, willing to fight with you to continue the progress in the Land of Dawn. It had always been you, with strangers you'd never seen before. But finding him— Your good ol' 'pal' in the Land of Dawn? It brought a sense of comfort to you. That's why you decided to try and get a chance to visit his lane in every chance you could get.

Unfortunately for you— The items you'd pick to buy and build, didn't help much in terms of movement speed. So you barely had time to at least see his figure until a teammate of yours needed help. Or a three to four teamfight had started in the complete opposite direction to Aamon's. The whole match was complicated— You were always being picked on. And still then, no one came to help you protect your lane. Even though you walk your butt off to help them!

You truly hated the fact that you value nothing in terms of laning. Things ran incredibly slow for you when things weren't happening around, your team had dominated the whole map. But the enemy was tower hugging to the point where you can't even get close without getting sniped by magic, or bullets. Trying to convince your team was your only option, but they were farming like they didn't care that the enemy had now fully built their items.

Your temper was growing, so you teleported back to base and laid there during the uneventful times. Tears were threatening to fall out of your vision because of your ever growing hunger, and fortunately for you. The same boy you tried talking to, noticed your absence, and came back— He was surprised to find you hunched over in the corner, hugging your stomach from hunger. And with that, he felt hungry as well.

He came up behind you, and pressed a soft pouch againts your shoulder. Taking you by surprise, and making you jump up. Casting a ramdom skill and flashing a beam of light infront of you. That was pathetic.. But Aamon thought otherwise. Finding your surprised action adorable, and smiling softly after re-thinking about it again. "Hungry?" He offered, insisting you take the pouch. So you did, feeling the contents inside and opening it up. Your eyes lit up at the sight of your favorite snacks.

Despite the hunger, you turned to him and turned red at how he was looking at you. Only then did Aamon remember you. "How did you..? I mean, how did you get these? I never had them when-." You stumbled on your words, not knowing how to speak, now that you're face to face with him. Aamon couldn't help but raise the pouch of snacks up close to you. Oh gosh, you hoped he hadn't thought of your rambling as annoying.

"Don't worry about where I got it. If you're hungry, you need to eat." He told you, not letting go of your hands, until you took a small piece of the snack and placed it into your mouth. Your tastebuds were left satisfied, and wanting at the taste of your favorite food. So you stuffed your face with the whole thing— Aamon watching and remembering the times he'd spent with you. Outside the Land of Dawn. Then, he faintly remembered touching your face and taking into account on how soft your skin was.

And so— After you finished eating your snack, he surprised you by reaching his hands up to hold your face. Your heart became like a running hyena from how fast it was beating, from a simple touch, too! "How come we never saw each other during the whole game?" He asked you, hearing a request for back up, but ignoring it because your teammates deserved it. You shrugged your shoulders in reply, the lack of words washing a sense of dread, and panic over Aamon.

They really were ignorant, and taking you for granted. So, he offered to do something that'll surely make the two of you spend more time together to.. catch up. "If that's the case.. then we should leave them to grieve in their mistakes. Show them how much everything matters in team matches like this.." Words had always been your weakness. And him offering those things made you agree without thinking of the potential consequence of your next match. "That'll teach them.." You smiled, Aamon's heart flipped at your look. But he quickly got out of his flustered state and took your hand.

One match isn't worth something if you have someone to be with in the next.. doesn't it?

Xavier -

You, and Xavier had been on and off about fighting againts who's the strongest between you two. You both explored maps to find competition within each other, since it's nearly impossible to fight againts him if you seperate. That's why both of you banter, and fight againts each other in the same team. All the time. You even fought againts each other infront of an enemy because he took the gold from the bonus minions!

In short, you and him never resolved your relationship issue, and every teammate you fought together with, backed out, because they didn't want to be caught up in the whole mess. It was quite literally, hell for everyone to be matched up with you and him. But in this round, Xavier will finally resolve the issue. For everyone's sake and peace of mind. The only problem for him, was that you went to a different lane than him. Opposite of his— to be precise.

He was frustrated at how childish your action was. The whole match consisted of a somewhat replication of peace, since both of you focused on the game. Instead of screaming at each other like the usual. The only time you bumped into each other was in teamfights. But even then, Xavier couldn't chase you down— An enemy or minion would always target his lane. And it was a hectic travelling day for him. Without you to distract him, he wasted a lot of his energy, and had to recall back to base a lot.

Maybe you guys were meant to fight— zyou and him were like somd useless, mana wasting dummies when you went without screaming at each other to fuel the adrenaline in your blood. And boy, did you get cocky from that realization. Your choice of items really made it seem like you didn't need him, and seeing him get so worked up— even use his skills to stop you in your tracks..

You won. Well, maybe. "Stop giving me that look, you know you can't fight with me in terms of magic power!" He exclaims, forcing you againts the wall and towering over you— A feeble attempt of intimidating you because he'd already used up half his energy from the skills he casted to stop you. That fact made you laugh in his face. "Aww~, is the talented Arbiter of Light useless without me? Do you need me to baby you so you could be strong?" You mocked, motioning a cradling action before he punched the wall next to your face.

His hair was rough— Jaws clenched, and his eyes rapidly looking you up and down. "Shut it! You know fully well how capable I am, and you just make me lose focus!" A lie. That was a lie that he, oh so bravely told you. But instead of making you feel concerned, you started laughing again. "Why are you lying?? You need me to be able to do the combos you do all the time! Admit it, we wouldn't be in this mess if you'd just agree that I am the stronger person here!"

There was a moment of silence, before he took your chin and pressed your nose againts his. Your lips barely touching while a few enemy minions were headed in your tower. After Xavier checked our your stuff, everything clicked. "No, you're not." A kiss. "You're weak, and useless without me, or your precious items. We're both weak." And then another. It would have been the perfect moment, if one of the minions didn't start randomly attacking the both of you.

Even one of your teammates that heard the commotion started scolding the both of you for making the whole team worry that the enemy had killed you two simultaneously! They didn't bring up the fact that they caught you kissing, but it was probably for the best.. not talking about getting caught or witnessing it at all. Both of you went about your match, reviving the screaming sessions and working together— Despite the loud groans of your teammates to shut up. You both carried and won the game.

But, rest assured. Everything was solved of problems and headaches in the end.

What started out as a friendly mocking, turned out to be a full blown competition on who gets to go to the ruins first. It was dangerous of course, but being just below the strength of Ling, your master agreed to let you have your fun. As far as you remember, you and Ling always had a love-hate relationship. He's open to you in good days, and rude in the hard days.

You've always been by his side whenever he needed to take his anger out on something— like losing to Zilong, for one. You knew how jealous he was, you became his personal record whenever he wanted something to let out. You're there for him through everything. Surely you have made him learn a thing or two about patience, right?

Well, kind of.

The race hasn't even started, and he was already running past you and jumping from rock to rock! It would have been unfair— if you were actually listening to the signal. Wanwan had to tap your shoulder repeatedly to get you to chase after Ling. After you did though;

A series of cheers could have been heard from behind you. And finally— the race was officially in motion. The path you were taking was a shortcut— but only a shortcut so you could catch up to Ling.

The said person, on the other hand— Was slightly tracking back, worried for your well-being. Normally, he would love to win the competition after you; Blatantly insulted his fight with Zilong. At least, in his perspective. Though, he had a hard time finding out if you actually meant to insult him or not.

You're the most friendliest out of the whole Oriental Fighters— Probably even more friendlier than Wanwan herself! Well. The point is, he now wanted to know if you meant to say it like that. You weren't exactly... the one to pick out great choices of words. Often stuttering over a simple seven letter word. Academy.

Suddenly, you wooshed past him— using a line of vines to swing yourself to a nearby tree while upside down. "Excuse me, Ling!" You exclaim at the frozen Assassin. Catching him off-guard with how carefree you looked at that moment. But after you jumped away, he shook his head and jumped after you. Using the tips of his fingers as a way to maneuver around, faster than the normal.

Maybe to see you in action— Or perhaps, observe your beauty up close. He was too much in thought to actually realize what words he'd use in his thoughts. This current moment— He was above you, the leaves ruffling from below you masking the sound of the leaves from under him. His eyes trailed your hair— ruffling softly as you moved againts the unmoving wind.

As both of you moved in the same pace, he jumped down next to the branch next to you. You couldn't notice it because of the adrenaline rushing in your veins. "You think you can get away from me?" He whispered softly, tackling you to the rough ground below on your back. Catching you by surprise, and breaking your focus to pay attention to him.

Oh, how intimidating he looked from above you. The blue was contrasting to his usually tense aura, it made it all the more scary seeing him like that. Well— until you realized how suggestive the position was. You squirmed from under him, catching his attention as he stopped admiring your gorgeous body. "Get off me, you pervert!"

Your shouting caused him to; realize the position, immediately jump off you and start to apologize, a never ending stutter in his tone— while he did that, your mind came back to the race. And so, after you crossed your arms again, and made him slump his shoulders. You let out a knowing laugh and run away from where you were.

Ling was surprised— he didn't realize that you left, until he looked up from the rocky ground. By then, he remembered the race, and chased after you once more. But, after just a few steps, and a recognizable few stacks of rocks. He figured out that the route that you have taken was a longer one, so. He moved from the path you took and went to his own route.

You on the other hand, was just basking in the victory of you, successfully overpassing Ling.

Or so you thought.

As you neared the ruins, the knowing tips of the old building was peaking from the trees. You saw a flash of blue, standing from the tip of it. Ling was waiting, but by then, your pride was hurt, and you were now; Lazily running to reach the entrance of the ruins. The Assassin watching you was quite curious on why your mood was down. But based on the stakes that he put on the race— you were disappointed.

While catching your breath on the rock, made for a statue, you caught a glimpse of Ling jumping away, seemingly exhausted as you are. That, ever so slightly, lifted your spirits. You made him like that, you were a competition to him! One of the top fighters of the Oriental Warriors! "I'm sincerely sorry from earlier."

You flinced at the voice right behind you. The same— smooth and calming voice that you always listened to. "The one where it proves you're a pervert?" You spat back, using a tone of visible sarcasticness laced in it. Though, the tone went over his head, as a hurt look formed on his features.

Your hand immediately went to comfort him— shake his shoulders, caress his face to try and swipe that look off his face. That seemed to do the trick, although the part where you caressed his face seemed to work the most. Him chuckling while you do that— it was an intimate moment.. A surprising moment of intimacy that rarely happens between you both.

"This is something someone could take advantage of, you know?" He spoke up, leaning againts the soft skin of your palm— Effectively towering over you and stealing the soft light coming from the sun. His outfit created a green hue from the light— he looked more handsome than ever! "Well, I'd rather have someone take advantage of me.."

The words you said didn't come with stuttering. That scared Ling the most. You'd rather have someone take advantage of you? For what reason, and why..? It worried him a lot, but seeing your vulnerable pants, he decides not to bring it up. "Would you like to explore the ruins, now we're here?" He asked, changing the subject.

But you— pulling your hand away... Made him feel slightly upset. He wanted to be greedy for your touch, for just a bit more.. "Sure! Are there any treasure around here? Maybe some new yarn that Wanwan and I could use?" You asked, jumping with every step towards the covered entrance. Ling followed, denying all your unbelievable questions until you were face to face with the entrance.

"Careful, this is old after all.." He warned, reaching his hand out to your bare collarbone, unconciously trailing the lines there. The actions soothed you, oddly enough, and got you leaning againts him.

What you were doing wasn't blind to Ling, and he gladly wrapped his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "I feel the need to kiss you right now." He said, catching you off guard once more. Although, he catched you off guard in a good way. "Seriously..? After screaming at me everytime you're upset about Zilong?" You mocked. Grinning softly at the red hue forming on his cheeks.

"It's not like it means I hate you-."

"It does mean it like that. You know?"

After the moment of silence and thought, you laughed at him, turning around and leaning up to press a kiss on his cheek. He blinked his thoughts away and stared at you in awe. Smiling at the way you laughed at him. And after that, you turned around and pushed the door to the ruins open.

"Come on! We don't have all day until our masters come to search for us!"

For now, getting a kiss on a cheek was everything for him. A simple sign of affection that made you win his heart.

The day was going by as normal, you running errands while Roger goes off hunting for wolves. He was counting the days until full moon, growing anxious as time passed. His senses were getting enhanced as the full moon grew closer, but just a few days before it. He smelled something odd. Usually, he'd smell you ovulating near the end of the month this season. But for some reason, he couldn't. There was a change in your scent— your smell was usually quite weak, but it was growing stronger. As if your body was telling him something..

He was worried like any other lover, and asked about it when you got home. You were his mate so he could sense if you were lying or not, but you said the truth. To all of his questions, you answered honestly. His instincts told him maybe you were developing a sickness, so he tried finding where the source of your growing scent was.

Finding it seemed impossible until he neared your thighs. At first, he thought your thigh might have been infected but something. But when he pieced two and two together, his heart leapt up in joy. You were confused at his glowing irises, and you were more surprised when he laid his head on your abdomen. You asked him about it, but he just shook his head and nuzzled your tummy. It was an innocent gesture, but the next wasn't. The whole night, he had his head buried between your legs to taste you in your pregnant state— it was intoxicating to him.