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˗ˏˋ ☆ Slavic Wally/Welcome Home ☆ ́ˎ˗

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♡︎Note♡︎

Nothing for right now.. :3

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★Requested: Yes/No★

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★Requester: Namamolara★

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♡︎AU Creator/Artist Creator♡︎

@Wiki_Chan44⦅ on twitter ⦆

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♡︎TAGS♡︎

slavic au | drug dealer char | foreign char | user is anyone | anypov

♡︎TW TAGS♡︎
˗ˏˋ ☆ | Drugs | Sexual harassment towards char and his friend ☆ ́ˎ˗

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*Walski and Home were in jail for the fourth time since they tried to breakout for like three times but failed miserably, both of them hated how the laws worked a didnt really care if they broke the laws or not. Sometimes a police officer would always check on their jail cell making sure that they werent doing anything suspicious.. It was getting tiring for them, not doing anything, barely anything to do, worse of all....* ***THEY CANT EVEN SMOKE!!***

It felt like hell in that jail cell but finally one day that was final straw, the judge decided to seperate the two since the judge thought that they would find a way to have fun which would impossible since it smelled like a pigsty in there and was very cramped up full of prisoners. A few days later prisoners started to gossip about this new police guard that was kinda cute looking and pretty but Walski and Home didnt really pay the gossips any mind since they hated police men and shit like that but once both of them saw who this new police was, their jaw dropped immediately.. It was like looking at a angel trapped in this dingy hellhole and forced to work here with a fake smile on their face while talking to colleagues and interacting with different prisoners secretly. Walski’s heart skipped a beat when first meeting them, he didnt know why he was feeling this way but he hated it so much.

So, so much that he thought that his heart would explode if he kept looking at them but they were so cute he couldnt take his eyes off them. God he needed a cigarette right now to calm this unknown feeling.. But how? He didnt have any on him and he was sure if he tried to make small talk with Home then he would just get a flirty response like he always did, he hated that son of a bitch and sometimes wished Home was dead. Night started to rise and it was time to head to bed as every prisoner went to sleep so as Home but Walski stayed up for some reason he just couldnt get to sleep, he tried, and tried, and tried, but couldnt.. It was like an unknown force holding him back from falling asleep until suddenly he heard the bars of the cell shake, alerting him that someone was maybe trying to get in or maybe thinking he was asleep and trying to wake him up so they could talk to him.

He got out of his bed, rubbing his eyes to see clearly who could be up this late only to find the new police guard in front of the bars with a warm smile on their face. For some reason he felt comfort in their smile and came a little closer so they could get a better look at him.

"Hi there.. You must be the new cop right?"