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03/06/2006, 16:53

Enzo is tired.

He's been working all day, forgoing any breaks because nothing feels quite finished, no matter how hard he tries.

There's blood on his desk, his shirt and his trousers, but he can't be bothered to stop to sort out the steadily worsening nosebleed.

He's so tired that the sound of his door opening with no prior warning genuinely startles him, looking up quickly to see his younger sister, fresh from school.

"En', are you okay?" She walks towards him with a tissue already in her hand, brow furrowed in concern. "You look like you're under too much pressure." It's then he realises that his ears are bleeding a little as well.

"I'm fine, El'," he mutters, finally leaning back in his chair and stretching. "I'm just busy today."

Eleni frowns. "You're busy all the time; you never bleed then."

Enzo is silent, defeatedly taking the tissue from her and splitting it so that he can deal with his nose and ears simultaneously.

"Up. We're going outside," Eleni states sternly.

"You just got back, don't you want to rest?" Enzo protests, though he's already getting out of his seat.

She simply shakes her head, smiling. "It's nice outside; I wanna walk with you."

In that moment, Enzo's busy schedule can wait.

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"Mhm..." The response is quite impressive, though Enzo does notice the slightly false confidence in Yancy's tone. He won't hold it against him — the weight of the world is on his shoulders at the moment, after all.

He's quiet for a second, considering things, some related to the conversation, others related to their respective (and possibly collective) futures.

He clears his throat, smiling as if Yancy can see him — a habit he's adopted in the time he's been in charge — and adjusts his hold on the phone. "I just wanted you to know that, if you ever want to talk to someone, for any reason, I'm always offering, Mr. Berlusconi," Enzo says cordially, in earnest — he knows how difficult it can be to sit in a position like his or Yancy's, especially at such a young age.

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Due to the nature of Enzo's position, nothing really happens without it eventually reaching his ears, especially regarding business partners, former and current. The Berlusconis were his parents business partners, which holds less promise than he'd like to speak on.

So of course he hears the news of Yancy's takeover, done in a similar fashion to his own.

But he has to wonder, how is the younger man holding up under all the new pressure? He knows it can be a lot and, naturally, is a bit concerned.

He reaches out rather quickly.

"Mr. Berlusconi. Congratulations. How's everything going?"

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, mafia!enzo

Pantazis. Yancy recalls the name, former business partners with his parents. It came up less and less towards the end. Something about a power change that didn't quite align with their operations, said in a much cruder and uneducated fashion.

So Yancy is quite surprised to hear from Enzo so soon. Things are still chaotic, and some mornings he wakes up wondering if the day before had been a fucking fever dream. He was in charge of it all, the ant hill and whatever ants remained that weren't burned beneath the magnifying glass.

"Not talkin' to him will make things worse," Hank says as he holds out the phone, stating the fucking obvious. They're all learning, though, aren't they?

Yancy takes a breath. Another. Calls on something from a time that feels like a decade ago when it's barely been two years. The show must go on. The curtain opens.

He takes the phone and holds it to his ear, pondering the offered question like a man who has all the confidence in the world even as his hand shakes. A vague memory about flowers on opening night. "Goin' as well as it can, y'know? Cleanin' house ain't ever easy... lotta spots can get overlooked. But I'm thorough."

He glances at Hank to gauge his reaction, certainly not for reassurance. His eyebrows raise in surprise, and he might even be impressed. Good.

"I appreciate you checkin' in, Mr. Pantazis. Was there anythin' else you'd like to discuss?"

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12/10/2024, 13:22

Enzo hasn't boxed in a while.

He's a little old for it and, after his injury, he isn't as good as he used to be. Doesn't mean he can't teach someone else though.

Recently, one of his neighbours has asked for fighting lessons. The guy's pretty scrawny but he's got a lot of potential. Plus, he brings some fantastic cornbread to the potlucks. No harm in teaching him how to throw a punch.

"No, kid, you gotta follow through," he explains to him, demonstrating once more, throwing a light punch into the air. "Y'see?"

Andrew nods, fixing his stance and trying again, only to make the same mistake, though he notices it this time. "I think it would help if I actually had something to punch, Mr. Pantazis," he mentions.

"Guess you're right..." he says, trailing off thoughtfully. "You could punch me if you want?"

"Oh no no no, I couldn't do– What if I hurt you?"

Enzo chuckles. "Trust me, kid, you won't."

Andrew seems hesitant, even as Enzo stands in front of him with arms open. "Just do it, Andy."

Taking a deep breath, Andrew closes his eyes and punches Enzo square in the stomach, panicking a little when he hears Enzo start coughing.

"That– That was good, kid," he manages between coughs. "Now with yer eyes open."

"But you sound like you're dying.."

"I jus' smoke too much, kid, it ain't yer fault."

And somehow, that's enough to make Andrew feel a little better.

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Moan~

For Mobby 😌

Yancy's been gone for a while. Well, not that long, really — it's only been 9 hours. But it's late and Enzo is a little... pent up. Not his fault that Yancy looked really hot when he left this morning. Something about cufflinks.

So here he is, lying in their shared bed, two fingers deep in his own ass, half smothering himself with one of Yancy's t-shirts as he whimpers and moans into it, squirming as he tries to reach exactly where Yancy normally does.

"Daddy–" he whines, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to convince himself that Yancy's there for even a moment. "Please."

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send "moan~" for my muse to call out your muse's name while pleasuring themselves.

Alternatively, send "moan for me~" to be the one making my muse moan your muse's name.

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One of the first purchases Merrick and Enzo made (after they bought everything Charlotte would need and then some) was an oversized, plush recliner.

Having a place where Merrick could nurse their darling baby and be comfortable while she recovered was of utmost importance, especially after how rough the birth had been on her body. It quickly became their favorite spot... perfect for naps.

Which is what they are currently doing.

Nursing Charlotte always made Merrick tired, an odd sensation where she just couldn't keep her eyes open for the life of her. Having laid the baby along her chest to burp her, they both fell into a nice slumber soon after.

It really is a big recliner. Maybe it's time for the whole family to get some rest.

@merrick-of-violet

Unfortunately, Enzo had been unable to avoid the inevitable email calling him back into work. At least he'd had an uninterrupted month of being at home with Merrick and baby Charlotte. And of course he spends any free time he has with them too, no longer bringing work home.

His favourite moments have to be when they're all in the recliner — it's big enough to fit all three of them more than comfortably and it's so comfortable. He usually comes home to find Merrick and Charlotte sleeping peacefully in the recliner.

And who is he to deny himself the small joy of joining them?

Which is how he manages to end up snugly tucked next to Merrick, a hand on their daughter's back and his head on his wife's free shoulder, snoring softly.

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Do not go gentle into that good knight. He likes to be fucked much harder than that.

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he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

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Which OC would accidentally come out as bisexual?

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of course your knight has pronounced canine teeth and pronouns

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@merrick-of-violet

dude your brave and loyal knight fucking bit me

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05/11/2024, 19:26

Take cover.

It's a strong instinct as he hears the first burst of sound from outside, his chest tightening as he shuffles under the bed, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for the next explosion, holding his breath so that he doesn't start to hyperventilating.

When he opens his eyes again, there's a flash of light that paints the entire room red for a moment, making Enzo flinch, closing his eyes once more and curling up a little, gasping quietly as a sharp pain travels across his abdomen from a small collection of gunshot wounds there, forcing himself to stay quiet.

His palms are sweaty against his ears, chest heaving as he struggles for a proper breath. He doesn't think to call for anyone, doesn't even consider moving from where he is, even when there's a clearance in all the noise. Maybe they've run out of ammo, he wonders hopefully to himself, opening his eyes and glancing around.

There's no sound that accompanies the next flash of light, a confusing relief for Enzo. This particular flash bathes the room in a particularly bright green.

Green?

Of course it's green, he thinks to himself with an uneasy chuckle, they're fireworks! After a few moments of processing this discovery, he slowly crawls out from under the bed, laughing so that he doesn't cry.

A warning would've been lovely.

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17/02/1991, 21:16

Enzo doesn't know where he is.

He'd been dragged off the street directly after school, stabbed in the neck with something that made him pass out, and has woken up in a damp place, in the dark, unable to move much.

There's a cloth in his mouth that's too wound up to spit out, and his hands are zip-tied. He's stuck but he can hear, though it's muffled by how the cloth over his eyes covers his ears.

He's in a house, maybe a flat, given the fact that he can hear people and something outside. Then a doorbell rings and he hears someone, presumably his captor get up to answer it.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" his captor asks once they've opened the door, sounding slightly uncomfortable.

Enzo attempts to scream, but the cloth in his mouth stops him. Damn it, if only he could get it out. He tries pushing it with his tongue but it doesn't budge.

"Good evenin'. Sorry to bother you this late but one of the kids I look after is missin' and I just wanted to know if anybody's seen him."

Thalia? Thalia came to find him? Now is not the time to focus on that though, he needs to figure out how to make enough noise to alert her before his captor manages to talk her away.

Then he gets an idea.

"Sorry, ma'am, I haven–" They're cut off by a loud thud as Enzo slams himself jawline first into the radiator. He knows if his jaw breaks, it'll fall, and that should get the cloth loose, at least. The only remotely useful thing his parents have told him.

"What was that?" Thalia sounds suspicious and concerned now. Enzo does it again, harder this time. Gods, it hurts but it's for the greater good.

"Probably just my cat — y'know how pets are," Enzo's captor attempts to say, though they sound even more anxious.

"Oh.."

With one last bang, Enzo's jaw snaps, mouth falling unnaturally wide, causing the cloth to roll out and, in a mix of pain and fear, Enzo screams, loud enough to hurt his own ears and throat, making sure it sounds human.

The sound of a struggle is followed by the sound of a gunshot and running footsteps and someone directly in front of him. "It's okay, kiddo, it's alright, they can't hurt you anymore," Thalia speaks, untying him quickly enough.

Enzo starts to cry, throwing his arms around her the moment he's able. It's cold and his arms hurt and his legs are numb and he thinks he might have knocked two of his teeth loose, but it's okay because Thalia's here and she'll make it all better, just like always.

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Enzo is a hell of a lot warmer than usual, a strange thing considering the weather, and it'd be easy to assume he has a fever. Though, it's clear in his eyes that ailment is not the cause of this heat. He needs Wilford, now.

Fidgeting with the waistband of the shorts, he looks at Wilford, blue eyes dark with want, pupils wide. "You're amazin', y'know that, sweetheart?" He presses kisses down to Wilford's chest, giving him a gentle bite near the nipple.

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.

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"I'm not bein' that mean, baby..." he mutters, slowly moving the toy up to the tip of Murdock's cock, pressing lightly as he draws his own hips back a little, only to push back in relatively quickly. "But, I have missed you... And you deserve somethin' nice, don't you?"

He keeps moving his hips at the same pace, thrusts slightly shallower than they could be.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo chuckles at Murdock's effort to kiss him, leaning in and turning the man's head to the side to press a kiss to his lips. Meanwhile, he slowly pushes further in until he's fully buried inside of Murdock, moaning into the kiss.

"Ask nicely, darlin'," he says against his lips, rolling his hips deeply, though stopping after one roll (a difficult endeavour, given how perfect it had felt but it'll be worth it).

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo's hips still when he's less than halfway buried inside of Murdock, panting softly as he tries to recollect his thoughts a little. The way Murdock clenches around him is extremely distracting, though, because it feels so fucking good. Still he manages, stifling a moan in favour of speaking.

"How about next Friday? I have a meetin' that'll probably piss me off enough to make me a lot meaner," he mumbles, lightly running their still vibrating toy along Murdock's cock with a quiet hum.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.