#Fem!Romano

[ryuzakemo128]

Cara Mia (My Beloved)

Pairing: Billionaire! Joel Miller x Alessia Romano (Joel Miller x F! OC)

Content Warning: Cussing, Angst, no outbreak, post break-up, age gap (Joel is 55-56. Alessia is 28 turning 29), Jealous Joel.

Indirect Character Mention: F! Reader Supermodel(21yrs)

Words: 1021

Summary:

Masterlist Dividers

Note: Mood board is for Alessia Romano. Alessia Romano is an OC. Not a canon character. Sneak peek of Upcoming One-shot with bonus mood board.

Alessia had decided to start up an onlyfans ever since he broke up with her, she needed the extra cash. It was one of the few ways she could earn it without the extra leg work. She spent that entire week getting ready for it, setting up her profile, taking photos and videos, and planning her content.

He broke up with her to go out with a young supermodel. She said go ahead and do it. Just don’t be shocked when I move on from you to someone else better than you.

Was it petty of her to add those last few words? Yes.

Did she care how it impacted him? Fuck no.

Why should she care about him after she ‘set him free’?

Joel decided the best course of action after she disappeared for a week was to yell at her, who remained passed out in her lime green hammock.

“Where the hell have you been?” he roared, the rage boiling within him mixing with the worry that had consumed him during her absence.

“Well. You said fuck off, right?” Alessia answered, causing him to grit his teeth even harder.

She took it literal as possible and fucked off, right after he told her to.

She didn't have a couch in her living room, but she did have a lime green hammock. Not only that, but she must have passed out on it after passing out after four cocktails at the bar.

The television still had The Simpsons playing, the DVDs on her coffee table against the red brick wall, the black curtains shut tight blocking the sun from taking a peek inside.

“You're drunk,” Joel stated, the disbelief in his voice palpable.

“Hungover, it means I was drunk 𝓎𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒹𝒶𝓎” she corrected him with a smirk, though her voice was groggy, her eyes were still half-closed.

Joel's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to her, the wooden floorboards creaking under his weight. He grabbed the edge of the hammock, giving it a rough shake. “Do you have any idea what I've been through the past week?”

“Hey, you were the one who wanted to break up. Don't come walking over to my place because you saw me talking to another guy.” Alessia retorted. “What's the matter, your 21-year-old supermodel girlfriend not good enough for you?”

Alessia groaned as she got up to shove her pyjama top on, a men's graphic t-shirt with marvel heroes plastered over the front of it. The same one she wears to bed most nights. She didn't bother putting her pyjama bottoms back on as she walked into her small, tiny, kitchenette, taking out the leftover pizza from last night to have for breakfast.

“What's your problem?” Joel followed her, the anger still resonating in his voice.

Alessia ignored him to warm up her pizza, getting her leftover soft drink from the fridge and Joel continued to speak, “You're not even sorry? Do you know how worried I was? I called everyone, I looked everywhere!”

“Why the fuck do you care?” She snapped back at him. “You have everything you want. Leave me the fuck alone.”

“I care because you're still important to me, whether you like it or not,” Joel said, his voice cracking.

He slammed his fist on the kitchen counter, making the plates rattle. “I thought something had happened to you. I can't just turn that off because you decided to ghost me after I made a mistake!”

Joel had been told that Alessia started an onlyfans that week, she didn't know how he found or who told him about it. Was it Thomas? Did he tell him? Was it Ellie? Did she do it to spite her? Was it his new girlfriend that told him about it? Who told him? Why did they tell him about it? What did they have to gain from telling him what she was doing now?

Joel spoke up again, much to her dismay, “What's with the onlyfans bullshit, huh? Did you do that to get back at me?”

“No, I did it because I needed the money, and it’s my body, Joel. I can do what I want with it. If it’s not with you, then it’s with someone else. I’m sorry if that bruises your little man ego, but that’s not my problem anymore. You chose the supermodel over me, remember?”

Joel’s jaw tightened as he watched her take a bite of the pizza, the cheese stretching out in a long string. “So, you’re just going to whore yourself out because I made a mistake? That’s your solution?”

“Did I hurt your small feelings? ”Alessia sarcastically remarked. “Did I bruise that pathetic small ego of yours? I have a date this evening, so you better shove off before I call security on your dumb ass.”

A date? Joel was caught off guard by her nonchalant announcement. “You're seeing someone else already?” he asked, his voice laced with both anger and hurt.

“A great guy from where I grew up in Italy.” Alessia answered.

Joel felt a pang of jealousy stab through his chest. “Italy? How long have you been seeing him?”

“He's the guy that helps me with my onlyfans content.” Alessia answered indirectly.

This revelation hit Joel like a ton of bricks. The rage that had been simmering inside him began to boil over. He couldn't believe that not only had she moved on, but she was also flaunting it in his face.

He stepped closer to her, his eyes burning with fury. “You're going to let some stranger film you? After everything we've been through?”

“He is most definitely not the guy filming.” Alessia implied he was the guy acting in said onlyfans content with a smirk on her face, which only added more fuel to Joel's rage.

“You're fucking him?” Joel's voice grew louder, his face contorted into a mask of rage.

“Why do you care?” Alessia walked to her bedroom to get her outfit ready for that evening. “I'm finally moving on. You should be happy for me.” Alessia walked into her closet looking through her black dresses to wear that night.

She finally settled on her A-line black dress with leg slit, batwing sleeves, and bat hem line. She had bought it from a designer store for this exact purpose.

“You don't get it, do you?” Joel followed her, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation. “You're not just anyone to me, Alessia. You can't just replace me with some random guy from your past!”

“Watch me.”

[havg02]

Here we are witnessing what's supposed to be the countries trying to get through the conference meeting as summer aphasia arrived--unfortunately some have forgotten the fact their temperatures are a lot different in other countries. Thankfully England was prepared (not like she made mistakes last times as well)

I rlly hate summer bc I hate the feeling of sweat and mosquitos constantly biting me no matter what I do, but I sure love the aesthetic. But I rlly hope my art is giving off collage vibes, yknow where you make an artwork out of photos cut off magazines and glued into an art.

[smoothie03]

Renaissance & Nyo Romano

[captain-redchar]

Thinking about him 👀

[ig]

[needmorehetaliaart]

Who do you prefer? Feli or Lovi? ^^

[sunnixsunshine]

Half the house burned down but its fine Spain’s tears put it out

@rosethreeart ‘s post inspired me sudhjssusj

[youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff]

Fem romano who whould sing lullaby to veneziano that ancient rome or spain usedto sing for her when veneziano feel sad.

[bitchapalooza]

Ah. Now I’m giving all the Italy family Latin names. And names for when they were under other’s rule. Goddammit.

[hwsevents]

Fem Ship Event will start January 9th and go through January 17th!

REMEMBER to check which ships are for which days, as this event is for the specific fem ships I have listed, NOT all fem ships.

Thank you!

[ryuzakemo128]

Romano Mood Boards. From left to right is Giovanni, Augusto and Alessia.

Just to give an idea of the kind of vibe I was going for. For each one of them.

From left to right, three types of female readers to pick from.

The Floral Shop Owner.

The Dark Romance Writer.

The Classical Musician.

Supermodel Female reader mood boards for recent Joel Miller fanfics.

If you want to use any of these mood boards, go right ahead. Along as you credit me, though.

@ryuzakemo128 as a tag or in your post.

Divider Credit: @strangergraphics

Masterlist

[havg02]

Nyo!America: I'm an adventurous cowgirl! 🤠👢🍔🥤🫧 🏈🥨🥊

Nyo!England: I am a Lady 👸👒🩰👗🎀💐☕️🍰💄

Nyo!Canada: I'm an Autumn girl 🍁🥞🏒😶‍🌫️👩‍🦰☃️❤️❄️🎈🫥

Nyo!China: I'm a girl who defines cuteness! 🐰💝🧋🧸💗💌🍨

Nyo!France: I'm an 'adults only' kind of woman 👄💏😏😘🥐💋💒⚜️

Nyo!Russia: I'm a friendly person who wishes people get along! 🧊🌨☺️🥰🌻🍸🧥

Nyo!Romano: I'm a girl who doesn't have the energy to give a fuck anymore and will kick ass if you don't leave after I give you my 'go away' look. If you don't have common sense, just don't even be anywhere near me 💃🖕👠💅✨️✨️✨️

[smoothie03]

Nyo Romano

Cosplayed Nyo Romano two days ago. I got the dress from a friend who cosplayed Nyo Italy but I need to adjust the size since it doesn't 100% fit me

[merbear25]

I'd love to see Spain, Finland, and France seeing their girlfriend holding a little one or helping the baby sleep(just rocked my baby nephew to sleep earlier 🥰🥰🥰) Please and thank you!

Thank you for such a heart-warming request and your patience for how long it took! This was so sweet to write. I went with headcanons, so I hope you like it!

CW: SFW, fem!reader, fluff

Seeing you holding a little one

Spain

Admiring you from the doorway, he'd faintly notice how his heart skipped a beat.

A slight blush would heat his face as he saw the light kiss you placed on the baby's forehead. The tightness in his chest held him hostage when the baby smiled up at you: what a sight to behold. It truly was a gift to witness you two bonding.

He'd always dreamed of having a large family. He loved kids and adored how cute Romano was when he was small. Despite Romano giving his many hurdles to overcome, he cherished those small moments with him. That's something he'd been wanting to continue, and perhaps, he'd be able to with you.

You'd just put the baby down and were reentering the room when he took you by the hand and twirled you into a hug.

Leaving a trail of kisses down your neck, he hinted at the big question of having a family of your own.

He wanted to imagine the possible avenues your future held. If you were interested in having a family, he'd look forward to starting that with you. If that wasn't something you necessarily wanted, then that'd be alright. The most important thing would be that he'd have you by his side.

Finland

You looked like you were in your element while holding the baby: peaceful, confident, and a natural with children.

Watching a smile appear on your soft face when the baby'd finally settled down caused a stirring feeling in his chest: would you like to have a family?

Sure, the thought had crossed his mind, but he hadn't really entertained it. However, seeing you light up when the baby looked at you was making these once passing thoughts more of a focal point.

The flood of images were quickly making him face whether or not this was something he was ready for.

How could he not eventually want that though? You were so dear to him and creating a bundle that represented your love for each other only caused the warmth in his heart to spread.

After you put the baby down for their nap, he nervously asked you what you wanted in the future. If you said having a family was important to you, he'd welcome a conversation and keep an open mind. If you said having a family wasn't really something that was in the cards, then he'd honestly feel a twinge of disappointment. He would, ultimately, want to share that with you, but this wouldn't be a deal breaker for him. Being with you was what he held most dear.

France

Watching how you were able to soothe the fussy baby made him melt.

You'd always been gentle, but your tenderness with them only further proved it.

Seeing the baby's little hand wrap around your finger as you rocked them in your arms did wonders for his imagination.

He'd been thinking about it on and off for the past month or so, but now he was sure of it: he wanted to start a family with you, Someone as kind and gentle as you deserved to have a family to call their own. Whether or not you wanted to biological children or adopt wouldn't matter—only that he'd be able to help give you the close-knit family you were more than worthy of.

After you laid the baby to sleep, he'd wrap his arms around you and lay feathery kisses on the crook of your neck, humming against you that he adored every bit of you.

He wouldn't ask about having a family just yet, but he'd be planning a romantic date that'd present the perfect opportunity to sweep you off your feet.

However, if a family wasn't something you wanted, it'd be a hard hit to take, but he'd eventually realize you were ultimately what was most important to him, and as long as he had you, everything else would fall into place.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Second Chance Soulmate Pt.1

Season of Love Event

George Weasley x fem!reader

Warnings: brief mention of sex

Summary: After his failed marriage, George meets someone new.

*I'm cheating a little with this one, blending this week's trope (meeting soulmate after a failed marriage) and next week's (single dad!George)

~•~

When George put that ring on his finger, he thought it'd be forever.

Turns out, he was wrong.

He learned the hard way that not every love lasts forever.

~•~

"Hey, Daddy," said the little girl with the fiery red hair. "Are you going on a date with Miss Y/L/N while I'm at Mummy's this weekend?"

George raised an eyebrow at his precocious daughter. She doesn't miss a thing, that one. "Did Uncle Fred tell you that?"

"Nope! Figured it out all by myself," she said, jutting her chin out proudly.

"Did you, now?" George grinned and pulled her onto his lap. "And how did you manage that?"

"I saw you talking to her a few days ago, and you looked really happy. And then," she pulled a crumpled piece of parchment out of her pocket. "You left your list of restaurants on the table last night."

"Hey! I've been looking for that - " he started, but his daughter continued on as if he'd said nothing. "These are all nice," she said, matter-of-factly. "But I think you should take her to our favorite pizza place."

"Romano's?" George asked, thinking of the little family run place that they went to once a week. "It's not very fancy."

"So? You should take her anyway. If she likes our favorite restaurant, then she's a keeper."

"You think so, Mira?" He appraised his young daughter.

"I know so," she said, then hopped off his lap and skipped off to her bedroom.

He shook his head as he watched her scamper off, then leaned back with a sigh. It'd been years since he'd gone on a date, and it showed. He'd asked Fred for advice. And Ron. And Bill. And Ginny. And now he was seriously considering his seven year old's well-meant, but terribly naive suggestion.

"If all it took was liking the same pizza place," he mummered to himself.

~•~

George met Carlee at Hogwarts. He knew on their very first date that she was the one.

And she was. Until, one day... she wasn't.

The cracks began to form a couple of years into their marriage. Little quirks that once endeared them to each other now irritated them. They argued a little more. And had sex a little less. George wrote it off as both of them having busy, successful careers. Nothing more.

Then their daughter, Mira, was born. And for a while, their relationship thrived. Everything was like it once was.

For a while anyway. Then, it all fell apart.

Looking back, George realized Mira was the glue that held their marriage together for so long. If she hadn't been born, the divorce would've probably happened years earlier.

"I don't know how everything went so wrong," he'd told Fred over a bottle of firewhiskey one night. "Me and Carlee used to be inseparable. Now, we can barely be in the same room together without one of us starting an argument," he took a swig of whiskey. "Hell, I can't even remember the last time we had sex."

Fred shrugged. "Don't know what to tell you, mate," he said with a sigh. "Sometimes, people just fall out of love with each other."

George fiddled with his wedding band. "I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to think it might be best to go our separate ways." He grew quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting out the window. "I just hate the thought of Mira coming from a broken home."

"I'd say it's already broken," Fred pointed out. "And besides, it's better than her living with parents who are at each other's throats all the time."

George sighed. "Yeah... I suppose you're right," he agreed, pouring himself another round.

~•~

Less than six months later, shortly after Mira's fifth birthday, he and Carlee signed the divorce papers.

And it was all over.

The marriage.

The dream.

Everything.

The only good thing to come out of that relationship, George surmised, was currently in her bedroom singing to herself and playing with her legion of stuffies.

~•~

Two Years After the Divorce

"Once Upon A Story," George read the name of the new bookshop that had opened up two doors down from Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Its arrival had caused quite the stir. For nearly six centuries, Flourish and Blotts was the only bookstore on Diagon Alley, managing to quickly snuff out any and all competition.

But this bookshop was different. It wasn't trying to compete with the old stalwart. Quite the opposite, actually. It specialized in the one thing that Flourish and Blotts severely lacked.

Children's books.

"C'mon, Daddy!" Mira tugged at his arm. "Let’s go in!"

George chuckled and opened the door, stepping into pure chaos. "Sure you don't want to come back later?" He teased, taking in the roiling hordes of kids.

Mira ignored him and looked around, then grabbed his hand, pulling him through the crowd. "Look, Daddy! It's Uncle Charlie's dragon book!" She held up the book written by George's older brother. Charlie had originally written it to give as Christmas gifts for his nieces and nephews. But Percy was so impressed with it that he passed a copy on to a publisher friend of his. One thing led to another, and it soon became the definitive dragon guide for children in the magical world.

"Can we get one?" She asked.

"You already have the one Uncle Charlie gave you," George grinned. "It's one of the originals, you know."

"I know that," his daughter huffed. "But I can take this one to mummy's. I won't care if it gets lost."

"Alright, then," George grinned, thumbing through the small tome.

"I see someone likes dragons," a melodious voice piped up behind George. He turned around to find himself standing before the sun in human form.

"I -um... " He stammered, but Mira stepped in front of him. "My uncle wrote it."

"Your uncle?" The sunbeam replied, eyebrows raised.

"My brother," George attempted to clarify. "Charlie. He wrote it."

"Really? Well, how exciting!" The sunbeam extended her hand. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"You're the owner!" Mira hopped up and down. "I saw your name on the sign outside!"

"That would be me," Y/N smiled down at the little girl. "And I presume you are... "

"A Weasley," George said proudly. "This is Mira. And I'm George."

"Pleased to meet you both," the bookseller said, then turned her attention to George. "You own the joke shop, right? With your twin brother?"

"Yep. Fred and I- " the younger twin began but was interrupted by his daughter's giggling.

"Are you two going to hold hands all day?" She asked and pointed at their still clasped hands.

"Oh!" Y/N and George said in unison and quickly pulled their hands apart, both looking down to hide the heat rising in their cheeks.

"Do you have any more books about dragons?" Mira plowed on, completely oblivious.

Y/N, relieved for the distraction, turned her full attention back to George's daughter. "A few," she said and leaned down, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But none as good as your uncle's."

~•~

~•~

Part Two

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[coralcatsea]

Every time I listen to Caro Emerald I have such a strong need to animate fem America and fem Romano singing and dancing in 20s-30s style outfits. 😩

Someday. SOMEDAY.