#dw that stain is wine i think

[majicart26]

I think I downloaded the wrong game

[lovelybarnes]

stood up- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, anderson x reader (?) warnings: angst, getting stood up, language, unrequited feelings about: prompts (DA29) “i got stood up.” + (DF30) “i think you’re my soulmate.” +(DF41) “are you going to cry? please don’t cry. a/n: i love to hurt but dw it’s a happy ending, i actually like this fjsk, a the time i finished this, i just posted another imagine, so i can’t wait for you guys to read this one in a couple days

every passing second makes you hyperaware of all the sympathetic stares that are currently directed at you. the feeling of pity is enveloping you whole, wrapping you in a thin layer of shame that you think must be related to the careful makeup you caked on your face for this date. your recently manicured nails scratch at the tablecloth, trying to avoid your new expensive dress, deep midnight color clinging to your nervous self. teeth stress your dark wine bottom lip, anxious eyes darting across the restaurant.

with each face that enters the place, none of them being his, the presumption that he isn’t coming solidifies. with it, comes the embarrassment. you can feel the warnings of tears, already threatening to ruin the mascara you had applied so carefully, not bothering to choose the waterproof one because why would you be crying on your date?

you suppose it’s your own fault- how dare you attempt to get over bucky? how dare you trust the words of a shield agent? you pick at your nails, gathering up the courage to stand up and leave. your waitress, however, beats you to it, a faux apologetic look on her face. “oh, so you’ve been here for, like, half an hour and it seems no one is coming, and we kind of need the table, so…”

you hold back an uncomfortable cringe, nodding stiffly as you stand. “right. i’m sorry. i don’t need to… pay for the water, right?” you ask dumbly, ducking your head when she shakes her head condescendingly.

pushing the door open, you step into the brisk air of the night, clouded over with an uneasy disappointment that you’re sure is because of you. you stand for a second to look at the stars, realizing how pretty of a night this would be if you weren’t so damn frustrated. the upset hasn’t passed yet, although the beginnings of anger are peeking up in your stomach.

while you stare up at the moon, the universe decides your getting stood up wasn’t enough, choosing to gift you with cold droplets of water that make your mascara run. it’s unbelievable, you nearly scoff tearily.

you walk to your car then, the moonlight that should have been romantic when you walked out of the restaurant now only making you feel lonely. you don’t let the tears come yet, having enough pride to not let the smitten couples appreciating the romance of the rain see you cry, deciding to put that off until you’re in the quietness of your room.

you drive in the sound of the pattering rain, concentrated on keeping your breathing even so as to push back the tears, not wanting to have an accident on the way back home because your vision was clouded over with sadness.

-

the relief you feel when you arrive at the compound is immeasurable; the knowledge that all you have to do is walk quietly to your room, and you can release the pent up emotions that eat you whole is unbelievably satisfying. the horrible itching feeling that comes with the tears arrives again when you notice your reflection in the impressively clean windows of the stark compound. through the stains of your ruined makeup, you can see the remnants of how dolled up you were, how much time was spent with the intricate details that made you smile when you looked at yourself in the mirror.

you swallow back the painful lump in your throat, opening the doors and sniffling at the dimly-lit room. your heels click tiredly on the floor, precious bracelet lightly jangling when you move. you can’t find it in yourself to care when you realize you’re dragging water inside, resigning to letting stark lecture you in the morning.

as you stand in the elevator, waiting for it to reach your floor, the emotions you’ve pushed so far down decide to spring back up in the form of an overwhelming dejected exhaustion that makes you physically slump. you lean against the cool of the metal railing, shutting your eyes hard to avoid looking at yourself. you only pry your eyes open when you hear the soft ding of the elevator, surprised and once again embarrassed to see bucky standing between the open doors.

“y/n?” he asks quietly. his demeanor immediately changes when he takes you in, body softer in the way it always is when you’re with him. his reaction makes you fall deeper, which reminds you exactly why you were going on your failed date. you straighten, clearing your throat, “um- i have to get to my room.”

your voice is thin, heightening his worries and stopping you with a gentle hand to your arm before you step off the elevator, “what’s wrong? what happened? are you okay?” he asks, and you nod blindly at all of his questions, realizing that the longer you stay with him- with his warm hand that you can’t help but lean into pressed against your cold arm- the more you really want to cry and scream because it’s not fair that he’s been given to you, yet you can’t have him, even if he has you.

“i’m fine,” you lie obviously, forcing your eyes again from his. “y/n, what happened? you’re clearly not fine,” bucky pushes, the hand on your arm beginning to rub stressed circles into your skin. you give up then, looking back at him. “i got stood up,” you say finally, words cracked. you shake your head, “and i just spent so much time on everything and-”

“that’s stupid. who would stand you up?” bucky interrupts, eyes genuinely confused while you scoff. “apparently anderson from security,” you respond bitterly, looking away. “he’s stupid, y/n. he has to be to not go to a date with you.”

you exhale frustratedly, “maybe not. maybe there’s something wrong with me and i’m the stupid one for even thinking someone would want to go out with me,” you countered. “hey, no, you are- you are amazing, y/n. amazing and stunning and intelligent and he missed his chance to be the luckiest guy in the world,” he insisted, gently pulling your attention back to him with a gentle hand on your cheek. you give him a watery laugh through the loud, unfair questions in your head: why don’t you love me like i love you, then?

you don’t realize the tears that run down the streaks of already ruined mascara until bucky points them out, wiping them away with his fingers, “no, no, don’t cry, please don’t cry,” he begs. you can’t help it, though, biting your lip to hold back your unrequited confessions of love.

“nobody wants me. i don’t even think i want me anymore,” you weep, oblivious to the breaking of bucky’s heart when he hears your words, pulling you flush against his chest. “don’t say that, doll. that’s not true-”

“it is. what other reasons can you think of that explain why i’m the only one that’s shown up to the rare dates i’ve been on? why have i had to go on those stupid dates just to forget how pathetic i am that i can’t get over you?”

you’re too deep in the ocean of your thoughts to realize what you’ve said, too little light available in the dark to let you realize the hints you have and will undoubtedly let out if you continue blubbering into bucky’s shoulder like the mess you are. your feelings are scattered, words so disorganized that any way you piece them together will be a mistake. “why else does the one person who i actually want to love me back not want me?”

bucky can make sense of the words you’re saying, the heavy weight they carry when he realizes exactly what they mean, and what you imply. he’s frozen, heart simultaneously fluttering at the mere thought of his feelings being returned and breaking at the cries you’re letting out because of him.

he’s refused to ever be the source of your pain, restricting his own poems of confessions because he didn’t want to hurt you, never wanting to be the reason you cried. he supposes now it was the wrong choice, one he needs to fix.

the bead of insecurity buried stubbornly in his mind shrieks, however, because he’s as clueless as you are and can’t possibly imagine someone like you- so kind and pure and good- loving him back. so he needs to make sure, needs to hear you say it in your voice.

“what?” you let out a watery scoff, full of embarrassment rather than annoyance at him, “don’t make me say it, bucky, please-”

“please say it- i- i need you to say it.”

a beat of silence passes before you sniffle, pulling away from the man you’ve called your best friend and wanted nothing but to be able to call him more. “i love you, bucky. in a way that makes me pretty sure you’re my soulmate because i don’t even believe in that but you make me feel like i should.”

bucky’s storm clouds lighten, doubts dissolving when he listens to what you said, tasting your words and examining each one just to remember it. he pulls your lips to his when they’ve barely processed. “you should,” he says when he pulls away for a second, only to make you lose your breath again when he aches for you immediately, kissing you again, “believe in soulmates.”

“why is that?” you ask breathlessly, letting him pull you back in because you both have been waiting- dreaming about this for so damn long, and he isn’t sure he’ll ever be able to keep away from you now that he has you. he presses a sloppy kiss to your lips, so perfectly imperfect when your teeth clash and you both laugh gently, noses nudging each other when he leans his forehead on yours, “because we’re meant to be, y/n. in that way that soulmates are.”

[write-like-wright]

love ur blog and all that u do. I'm obsessed with the headcanon of barok van zieks being a vampire rn. Could I mayhaps perchance request something spicy with a they/them reader being a human Capri-sun pouch for vamp zieks? If not dw and thanks anyway ✨🥸

Thank you so much, anon! 😭😭 Hope you enjoy! 🥰🥰

This is a bit long cause I'm waaaaay too into it asdkajdakdjad

Horny Headcanons: Being Vamp!Zieks' personal little Capri Sun

It takes him an eternity, give or take, to confess his true nature to you. You have your suspicions, naturally. He just seems different from everyone you know. Of course, you'd never dare insinuate he was anything other than a human, but you've seen the way he absolutely devours a rare steak dripping with blood and he never shares the contents of his hallowed chalice with anyone. When you're intimate, he spends just a second too long on your neck, dragging his teeth across your pulse. They seem unnaturally sharp at moments.

You think it's an elaborate joke when he tells you, but his face is gravely serious and everything you've noticed starts falling into place. He assures you he won't hold it against you if you'd like to end your relationship and you truly are torn and confused, desperate for answers.

He never asks for your blood. Never even insinuates he'd like to try it in any way, shape or form. But you notice. You see the way his pupils dilate when you cut yourself, the way he's almost sniffing you at times. When he kisses your neck, all you can think about are those hidden fangs sinking into your skin. You wonder what it would feel like.

It's up to you to make the first step, as it usually is. You ask about how he feeds. His blood is sourced as ethically as possible, he assures you. Cattle and the like. You don't ask what the like means.

"How often do you need to feed," you ask. "A few times a week," he shrugs. "Twice per week is usually enough, depending on how fine the vintage is." His jokes are meant to reassure you, you know. But that's not what you're here for.

"I could handle that," you lick your lips, heart pounding wildly in your chest. His eyes narrow. "Handle what, my dear?" He blinks slowly, making his way towards you. "This. You. I want you to feed from me."

He doesn't protest too much.

The first time you try it, he insists it be in bed. He undresses you slowly, sensually even, and lays you down on the soft, luxurious sheets. He remains dressed, but his shirt is mostly unbuttoned, sleeves rolled back exposing his muscular forearms. He leans over you, kisses you all over, before settling his head in the crook of your neck. "May I?" He whispers, lips dragging over your skin. You whisper your consent, bracing yourself for what's to follow.

It only hurts for an instant in truth, only the initial puncture of your skin. The following sensation, the actual feeding itself, is strange, but not particularly unpleasant. You hold him to your body by his hair and his hands gently stroke your body wherever he can reach, from your shoulder to your thighs.

Once he's had his fill, he licks the wound and you can feel the bleeding stop. How handy. You feel light-headed at this point, more than a little fatigued, but surprisingly content. Perhaps it's the look of pure adoration in his eyes, or the way he kisses you so sweetly after. He holds you close, strokes your hair and whispers his gratitude. When he rises, he offers you some food and a drink of water, even some wine.

After you've had a few bites, he kisses down your body, fully intent on showing you just how grateful he is.

From then on, it becomes a bit of a routine. There are some designated feeding times, but you happily offer him your wrist should he feel a bit peckish between his meals.

You become a bit more creative after. While he prefers to feed while you're in bed, he certainly won't say no when you climb onto his lap and bare your neck to him while he's looking over a document at his office. He bites down, careful not to stain your white collar, one hand gently rubbing your back while the other finds its way to your crotch. He likes these moments to be as pleasurable as can be for both of you. Besides, "You taste better when you're aroused, my dear." He's not been inside you while feeding yet, claiming it would be too sloppy. You suspect he may change his mind in the near future at this rate.

High collars become a staple in your wardrobe, as do scarves and thick, elaborate neck jewellery.

[illyaana]

It's birb season :) This is my part for the "Seven Deadly Sins" collab I'm hosting! It was interesting to write something on lust and avoid NSFW (honestly, it was a challenge) but I wanted to take a risk and hopefully it pays off? We'll see XD

Collab: Seven Deadly Sins by @illyaana

Tags: Hawks x Reader, Binaural, Heated Kissing, Implied NSFW (It's still SFW dw~)

Synopsis: A narrator narrating your and Hawks' internal monologue whenever you two think or meet each other :)

WC: 1133 (long time since I hit 1k ngl-)

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Lust; such a provocateur.

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All the Greek gods and Olympians never shunned their desires - they lived off of it; danced and drank until the night's end. Meeting others casually under the same sky but a different bed almost every other day, taking in the joys the world around them had to offer.

Their lust was hidden under the pretence of hedonism; to live off the wild, "uncouth" wants they vesseled, but to never accept the reality behind their actions.

That way of living has long been deemed wrong, but why? Keigo never understood.

Isn't life meant to be wasted on the joys the world had to offer him? Albeit his torturous life as the Winged Hero Hawks had required him to build a wall behind his hedonistic desire, Keigo's want to be free just like Zeus and Dionysus was far from hidden.

He had tasted the riches the world had to offer him; to taste the oldest of wines, to grip the rarest of gems, to wear the thickest of coats… they were things that he no longer found hard to find.

But the day he met you made him change his wants almost instantly.

Who would've thought a quirkless person would make him, a hero known for not taking his job too seriously, fly hours and hours on end just to make sure they're safe?

Well, you did.

Instead of meaningless encounters, he wanted to spend all his nights beside you - taking in your warmth. He wanted to feel your feet entangled in his, your hands softly caressing his wings as you lulled him to sleep. He wanted you to trace his cheek with your thumb, teasing him about how he has forgotten to exude his "manlier side" to the world as soon as he made you his.

He wanted to live a domesticated life with you - an idea that he never understood until he saw how amazing you were, inside and out.

Instead of just being a hero for fame, you gave him a reason to fight every day and every night on end - breaks shortening from 3 hours to 30 minutes. He wanted to build Musutafu into a world where you were protected from all ten directions. He wanted to make sure that you could live your life freely - no worry about death rearing its ugly head.

He wanted his world safe - an idea that he never understood until you greeted him on the street and became his world.

Instead of drinking the fanciest of wines, he wanted to feel your lips against his. After all, the mere touch of your soft lips gave him a high thousands of bottles of the finest wines could never bring. He wanted to taste your cherry lip balm - he wanted it to stain his lips as you gripped his hair, pulling him closer.

He wanted to bring you to another level of ecstasy just by his caress. He wanted you to grip on his shoulders, your goosebumps raising as he whispered sweet nothings to you. He wanted you to melt in his arms and his arms alone. The idea of him holding you as close as he could, you kissing his cheek, neck, shoulder…

It took over his mind more often than you’d think.

You had invoked a feeling within him - a "fire", if you will. The flames that began to burn within him are long from being extinguished.

Lust; such a provocateur - yet, it brought him to a person he wanted to cherish.

"Hello, baby bird."

"Hawks! Slacking again, I see?" You tease, adjusting his jacket, "Looking suave as always, number two."

“This… this feels nice.”

His red wings covered your back, pulling you to the hero's chest. His fingers softly grazed your cheek, admiring the little freckles and making little constellations in his mind. You instinctively melted into the hero's touch, enjoying the feeling of his soft wings against your exposed skin. Hand around your waist, Hawks laid his head against your forehead. Chuckling, you cupped his cheeks, the pad of your thumb rubbing his soft skin.

"You good?" You whispered, afraid to break the precious moment between the two of you.

"I just miss you…"

You visibly tensed when you heard the pain in his words. It spoke more than it should, singing a satirical piece on how Keigo longed for you. His grip around your waist tightened, a feeling of worry shooting up his legs.

"Is everything okay?" You whispered as you pressed your forehead against his, "Wanna talk about something?"

"It's nothing, love. Don't worry."

But his expression was far from it.

The way he sighed as he lost his uptight stature, the way he gripped your shirt tighter than before, how you felt his wings pushing you closer into him…

It spoke more than the words that left his lips moments ago.

"Hawks…"

You looked into his brown irises, taking in all it wanted to say to you. A desire to be alone soon consumed the two of you, the need to be enveloped in each other's warmth ringing loud in your head.

Yet he couldn't give in; not right now.

"You need to go to work, don't you?" Hawks whispered, his grip slowly loosening, "I shouldn't be the reason you're late."

His wings leaving your back, a sudden wave of cold wind hits your skin, making you shiver slightly.

Was it seriously this cold before?

Or was it your body just so accustomed to receiving the never-ending warmth the man before you radiated? - How he'd envelop you in a feeling of security with freedom tingling the ends of your fingers to wander his soft skin?

You never wanted it to end.

It was home.

He was home.

You wanted to give him the exact same feeling he gave you.

Or was it more?

The desire to feel his lips against yours pounded within you, begging even. Your eyes were glazed with a sense of want - no - need as you stared at the man before in his statuesque posture.

You wanted to lace your fingers through his hair as his hands gripped your waist, your legs wrapped tightly around his. You wanted to feel his fingers press on the base of your spine and slowly move up your back to grip your shoulder, his fingers softly grazing your cheek.

But you couldn't - not now.

Lust; such a provocateur - pushing others to their very limits, boundaries aching to be broken, but they can't.

He can't.

You can't.

"I'll see you later, Hawks," you said, kissing his cheek, "Come over once your shift ends - you have my spare key."

A small smile formed on the pro's face, relieving you of the worry that plagued you moments ago.

"Okay."

[lunaastoir]

cute things i think the genshin characters would do

characters included: diluc, kaeya, venti, and albedo 

****minor lore spoilers for diluc!****

an: i’m thinking of making this into a series bc this was such an adorable concept to write so lmk if you’re interested 👀 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

diluc 

sorry kind of starting off with something a little sad 

i think diluc would have a habit of rubbing his vision 

ok seems kinda dumb at first but let me elaborate: 

after the death of his father, diluc was quite obviously devastated 

he basically withdrew into himself after letting all the grief, pain, and rage flood his senses

i think during this time of grieving, he would’ve developed this habit of running the pads of his fingers across his vision to calm himself down 

(v similar to katara from atla) 

since his father had always been proud of diluc’s vision, the thought of touching something that reminded him of his father has always been able to bring him some sort of relief no matter how short lived

it serves as a constant memory of his dad and i think being able to have that kind of connection - no matter how small would hold a significance to him 

stressed? you’ll see his fingers dance across his vision as the crease between his eyebrows gradually loosens 

ok here’s a bonus habit (bc the previous one was sad) 

whenever he’s bartending at angel’s share, he always flips the bottles in this cool bartending way before pouring the drinks 

like the whole shabang - flips in the air, shakes it in a way that the drink foams just right 

people are usually v surprised when they see this bc woah mans has got some sKILLS 

but also bc he’s known for being pretty serious and reserved so seeing a “trick” is kind of breaking the stoic image they have of him 

after he’s done pouring the drinks he’s also really precise about closing the bottles 

he makes sure that the caps are on tightly and that nothing is leaking (which ig is another reason why he does flips with them so he can make sure that the bottles are tightly closed) 

yes he’s rich but he also wants to make sure the drinks don’t go bad bc 1) kind of a loss if they do and 2) his customers deserve the best 

sweet man pls protect him <3 

kaeya

when he’s sitting down at his desk, he brings his legs up so he can sit on his chair criss- cross applesauce 

since he’s in his office and the only other person who’s in there with him is jean, he feels like he can drop the suave, charming cavalry captain facade he puts on when he’s in public and just dial it down slightly to who he really is in that moment 

jean doesn’t say a word the entire time even tho she quite obviously notices 

don’t get me wrong, he’s still the smooth talking kaeya but just,,, more relaxed and comfortable?? if that makes sense 

so since he’s a lot more comfortable in his office, he usually folds his legs into his chair bc damn they hurt from walking around all day

this is kinda dumb but i also think he has a lot of ink stains on his hands from writing so whenever he sees a fresh one he just likes to stamp it onto a piece of paper 

usually that piece of paper ends up being an unimportant report that goes to jean 

dw he also has a bunch of pretty small towels in his bottom drawer that he uses to wipe his hands on bc the public can’t see the pretty cavalry captain w ink stains!! the world would end!! 

oH kind of a side note but i also think he would keep a small folded up picture of something klee drew him in his pocket 

he thinks it’s very sweet and he periodically takes it out just to look at it soft for this man 

last one for kaeya but since he wears boots that have the little lip on the bottom (not really a heel but enough to make some noise) he makes sure to always try his best to walk quietly around the streets of mondstadt at night 

if anyone catches him doing it he’ll wave it off and say something like “oh me? i’m just practicing my stealth - it comes in handy when you have to sneak up on enemies you know?” but in reality that’s just bs 

he really just doesn’t wanna risk waking people up <3 

venti

this adorable man is obviously notorious for drinking 

he loves alcohol!! i mean he’s the anemo archon of the city of wine and freedom so is anyone really surprised 💀

anyways venti always jokes abt not having any mora (he really doesn’t he’s not wrong) but he always makes sure to pay his tab at angel’s share 

the only reason diluc lets him drink sm is because at the end of the day, venti always comes through w the mora 

he really is a talented bard so everything he makes in singing and composing music for other people to listen to always goes straight to angel’s share (debatable if that’s for the best or not but i’ll leave that one to you) 

so yeah <3 basically venti pays back his tabs even tho he’s an archon since he doesn’t want people to experience a loss bc of him 

it’s the archon nature coming out but also the venti nature bc he’s a sweet boy 

anyways getting onto the actual habit 🕺

he has a tendency to skip/hop regardless of wherever he’s going 

he uses his anemo elemental skill a lot while doing this just he can feel a light breeze whenever he skips around 

i also think he carries around extra bard strings in his hat bc he thinks it’s a cool party trick to take them out and be like tada i have extra strings no need to worry!!! 

people are usually not that amused but he does it anyway 

also yeah uh those strings sometimes fall out when he’s skipping 💀 

he’ll be hopping and suddenly bOOM they fall out, he loses them, a kitten by the name of prince takes them, and he has to ask for help to find his strings (i believe this is exactly how venti lost his strings to prince during the windblume festival and no i will not take any criticism and if venti says something different he is lying 🔪)

also has a habit of putting his hair into a bun sometimes!!! 

he loves his pigtails but he finds that he gets bored of them occasionally and his hair needs a break from its wavy tresses so he just plops it into a bun instead 

so so cute 10/10 hairstyle he can do my hair 

anyways love this man thanks for coming home <3 

albedo

i had a feeling i would kind of have a hard time w albedo since he is a little hard to read so i hope this is ok LMFAO 

he has paint stains. everywhere. no you cannot change my mind. 

they are subtle tho i will give him that 

you can’t notice that anything is amiss until you really pay attention and then you’ll start to see the pretty pastels and greens of the sunset he was painting up on dragonspine softly smeared across his clothes 

very rarely you’ll see a cute swipe of paint across his cheek or neck and it’s honestly adorable 

he was probably pushing his hair out of his face while he was painting and some excess paint on his finger landed on his cheek :,) 

he doesn’t really care tbh he thinks it’s just a part of him and it really isn’t that noticeable so he just leaves it 

also!!! since he is a big alchemist and he’s constantly working on labs and experiments i think he would accidentally misplace a lot of his written work 

he seems very organized but w someone as intellectual as him w his brain running miles a minute, i’m sure he has definitely forgotten where he’s put stuff away 

so!! in order to help him remember, he has little notes across his lab detailing where everything is 

if he was working on something and he immediately has to put it on hold bc something came up (klee came in demanding attention or sucrose needs help) then he’ll quickly jot down a note and stick it to his desk so he’ll remember when he comes back just in case he forgets 

sucrose as a result has noticed A LOT of notes across the lab and it’s simultaneously funny and endearing 

“started experiment with sweet flowers to try and turn them into a youth elixir: papers --> on the desk right next to klee’s photo” 

final point: he lets klee braid his hair sometimes if she wants to 

she doesn’t really know how given how young she is so she ends up messing up but albedo always walks her patiently through the steps again 

always makes time for klee no matter what bc he really does care a lot abt her :,) 

i love him sm pls 

[40sbarnes]

Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Epilogue

ahhh!! i was so uncertain with this chapter and i still am.. i hope you enjoy it and get *some* closure, but dw i will continue one shots for this story until i say otherwise! and now that this chapter is posted i will open up requests for one shots <3

as always thank you for reading,, i see all your likes and they are more than appreciated 

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The bandages on Lorenzo's neck called for your gaze, although already stained through with blood. Both of your wounds had been treated soon after everything had happened. It was all a blur to you now, all you could remember was continuing the act for everyone, doing your best not to flinch when questioned about your 'marriage' to Lorenzo. His family seemed confused, but presumably from their recent loss, were not overly pressing the matter, at least for the time being.

Now, it was just you and Lorenzo stood across from each other in silence. The space between you was obvious, far more than usual, and it felt heavy, as if you would have to wade through it to reach him. Your hand sat uncomfortably on your side, although it had been wrapped in ointments and bandages, it still ached with each breath, and as the adrenaline wore off, it grew worse with every minute.

An uncertain amount of time had passed since Lorenzo had insisted you two be left alone, and you had escaped to his room. He cleared his throat quietly, catching your eye, before he finally spoke. "I'm glad you're okay," a ghost of a smile flashed across his features for a moment, gone the next.

"You too," you blinked back any emotion that threatened to show. You honestly were glad to see him well, despite everything. Silence fell over the space again, as all the lies and things unsaid had made everything so foggy and everything you felt you once knew had become so uncertain.

"He was your friend?" Lorenzo didn't need to use his name as he threw your words back at you. The words you had spoken out of anger. The words you still meant. The words you would speak again in a moment. The spite in Lorenzo's tone did not go unnoticed by you.

"Yes." You took a breath after answering, readying your explanation, but you were not given a chance to say it out loud as Lorenzo spoke again.

"After everything?!" His voice threatened to break as he raised it, his hand flying out to his side to help gesture his exasperation. 

"Lorenzo, please, just listen for a momen-" your pleading tone was unsuccessful as he denied your request by continuing his own trail of thought, taking a step closer to you.

"After everything he did? He killed my brother!" his voice cracked, a tear rolling down his cheek as he turned his head to the side, breaking the intense eye contact you were desperate to preserve. You tried your best to hold back your own tears, but Lorenzo's own upset was quickly filling the room, drowning you in it along with him.

You moved closer to him, slowly and gently lifting your finger to his cheek, wiping away the tear as it fell, along with the next one in its path.

"He killed Giuliano! Held you captive!" he continued his rant, his eyes meeting yours again, as you continued listening. His brows furrowed, before he slapped your hand away from his face. Your mouth fell agape, but you didn't move otherwise. "At least I had believed you to be..." uncertainty set into his features as he began to question himself, "Had I been a fool?" 

"I'm sorry for Giuliano." Your voice was a stark contrast to his, steady and unwavering, "I am." Your sincerity was not overshadowed by the lack of emotion. "But to insinuate it was all a lie after everything I went through?!" You ripped back your collar, the top buttons of your shirt popping open so the fabric fell to the side, leaving the bruises Jacopo had gifted you exposed.

"Y/n, I'm..." regret fell over Lorenzo as his cool fingers grazed your neck, his watery eyes apologetic. 

You leaned away from his touch as you continued your explanation. "They knew, I don't know for how long, about us. They knew about the poison... everything. They ambushed me that night, it was all a set-up. I certainly was not there by choice. I did everything I could to leave that place, to get to you. In fact, I had almost made it once, but I heard of their plan, and stayed to listen, like a fool. And was caught." You blinked rapidly as you felt tears creep into your eyes. "And you may know this to be true, because I popped my thumb out of its socket just to escape my chains!" You held up your hand, shoving it into Lorenzo's face as proof, furious that you had to.

He took hold of it, his touch gentle as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss onto your thumb. He didn't bother surveying it, it was clear he trusted you. "I'm sorry," his breath flutters across your skin as he speaks, "does it hurt?" You take your hand out of his grasp in an attempt to not completely melt, you still had a lot to discuss. You turned away from his surprised expression and went to his desk, taking the bottle of wine sitting on it into your grasp.

His steps were soft across the wooden floor as he moved to join you, watching as you poured the drink into two cups. "I'm sorry that you're upset about Francesco," he sounded genuine, "I truly am." But not genuinely sorry for what he did. You didn't know that you could fully blame him.

You take a breath, before turning back to face him, handing him his drink. He hesitates for a moment before accepting it, and you can't hold back the chuckle that escapes your lips. "Would you like for me to drink from it first?" He shares a laugh with you at the irony, as he peers into his cup, but you reach your fingers around his, taking it from his hold, and bringing it to your lips anyways. 

"Don't you trust your wife?" A coy smile sits on your lips as you return the cup to his waiting hand, half-teasing, half-trying on the new title for size.

"Where would the fun in that be?" He smirks, but takes a sip nonetheless, invalidating his statement.

You share a genuine smile, drinking from your own cup, although it is clear you both still have much left unsaid.

Lorenzo sets his cup down on the desk, clearly preparing to clear the air. "Listen, y/n, I know you never imagined marriage for yourself, but-" 

You cut him off, "I understand Lorenzo. And I believe... I should thank you," he evidently didn't expect this response from you. "For saving me." You expand on your point. "Even if it means you are stuck with me"

A wide grin set across his cheeks. "I've been stuck with you for far before today," he teases.

"Well, officially..." you tilt your head to the side, smiling with him.

"About officialism...," he glances away for a moment, "I suppose a wedding is in order." He raises his chin as he looks back to you, leaning on the desk.

"Is that your way of proposing?" You raise your eyebrow, only meaning to tease but an air of seriousness falls over you both after your words.

"I think we are far past that," Lorenzo chuckles, "but still, you have more than deserved a proper proposal," he slides the ring off of your finger, taking your hand into his, "With the Pazzis gone the Medicis will run Florence almost unopposed, and I need you by my side now more than ever. You saved my life today as much as I saved yours. And I promise, should you agree to me, I will never treat you with anything less than the respect you deserve. You complained in Venice I never saw you as an equal," you bite back your disagreement at his choice of words, "which I admit to be true. I always saw you as far superior, it filled me with rage... and a strange sense of awe, and through everything, that fury has long since faded, although the awe remaining, now accompanied by something else, something more." Your heart was beating in your throat at his words, and at how close the two of you had moved to each other.

Your eyes flicker between each other’s, glancing to one another's lips. It is clear what you both wish, but there is a sense of uncertainty still. The last kiss of yours had been a plan, you both had imagined, to poison Francesco, who you had led to believe you cared for just as you were with Lorenzo currently. You try to read him, to see if it is truly a shared fear or it was just self-projection. 

You move towards him slowly, your noses touching as you pause before your lips meet. You gaze up towards him, to see him looking down at you, frozen, waiting for your next move. "Should I apply lip paint first?" Your lips smile against his, practically touching already.

"No," he breathes out, before you close the last bit of space, your lips finally meeting. The kiss is soft, as is his hold on your cheek as he pulls you closer. Your hands fall on his chest as all your worries and conflicts fade away for that moment. 

Eventually he pulls back, taking your hand back into his, holding the ring at the end of your finger, waiting as he realises you still had yet to answer. You nod slowly, and he slides the metal around your finger. 

"We are in need of proper rings, but for now..." he squeezes your hand with his, placing a kiss to your temple.

"I know a lovely blacksmith," you grin up at him, and he chuckles, before leaning down to connect your lips once again, as if you had done it a million times before.

Rapping on the door cuts the kiss short, both of you pulling away to rest your foreheads on one another. "Lorenzo!" The voice of a pained mother floats through the door, and he pulls away, instantly moving to answer it. 

"We have much to discuss," Lucrezia's eyes fall on her son before they flutter to where you stood behind him.

"I am aware, mother," he embraces her, "but not today." They share in a sad smile, the loss of Giuliano hanging like a weight between them.

She nods in agreement, sparing you one final glance before speaking, "Very well, then."

[peachfyzzy]

heres a cute/angsty abbacchio x reader x bruno piece for an anon i accidentally deleted!! 

happy endings! dw!

Hey. It’s me...again. Please call me if you get this. I love you. I love you more than you know. Please...Please call me. 

Leone sighed into the dark as he listened to one of the frequent voicemails you left him. He peered into the darkness around him and caught sight of the reflection of his mental state. Wine glasses with lipstick stains crowded his bedside table and empty bottles littered his floor. Wine stains contrasted against the pristine white carpet that Bruno hand picked for the three of you. Moody Blues sat glowing gently at the foot of his bed, almost begging to take on the form of you or Bruno. He knew that if either of you had seen him this way he would crumble further into himself. 

It had been three weeks since he decided to isolate himself from both of his lovers, and in turn, cut off all the support he had. 

It was no secret that Leone had a troubled heart and dubious past. His regret and pain made loving him hard at times but you and Bruno never gave up on him. No matter the insecurity or sadness, you were both there to pick him up and make him feel like he deserved to be with you both. 

However, one night had set you apart. What was it? Could it have been the way you kissed him before bed? The way your hands wrapped around his? You had no idea. All you knew was that one minute the three of you were snuggling and happy, all wrapped up until you weren’t. 

He left in the middle of the night without a word or note. 

At first, you thought it would be temporary. You tried to convince yourself it was just a long walk...a business trip he failed to tell you and Bruno about...something. Anything. But after days passed...You knew something was deeply wrong. 

You spent hours bundled up near the answering machine with baited breath waiting for a call. Those nights usually ended in Bruno picking you up as you quietly slept, laying you in the big bed you three shared; your dreams making you wonder what you two could’ve done wrong to drive him away. Bruno had searched far and wide for his boyfriend, his mind going to the worst possible ideas. 

The three of you had retired from the Mafia life, but it still followed you like a vengeful spirit. Mentions of it popped up at the worst times, and knowing that he still had friends and connections in such a dangerous lifestyle only made his anxiety soar. Your sorrowful days quickly turned into weeks. And on the cusp of your third week waiting, you truly felt yourself break down. 

Sitting next to the phone as you usually did, you sobbed into your knees. You shakily sent another voicemail. Practically begging for his return. Or just a word of safety. You would’ve accepted anything at this point. Just as you began losing hope, his voice filled the room. You didn’t hear the message at first. Your heart was beating too fast and your yelling for Bruno was too loud. As he came in, you grasped his hand and practically yanked him onto the couch as you replayed the message. 

“Stop calling me.” 

Your wide, hopeful eyes closed again. You couldn’t say anything. All you could do was sob and squeeze Bruno’s hand further. 

The former Passione Capo looked at his sleeping beauty with adoration filled eyes. He hadn’t slept. His mind was still busy with thoughts of you and how he would resolve the current situation he was stuck in. Carefully, he stroked your hair and stared at the calmness of your face. 

It was a stark contrast to the night before. Your face was scrunched up in pain, the kind that burned to see and to experience. 

He knew he had to do something more. 

Your eyes fluttered open gently, and you quickly focused on Bruno. The look in his eyes said everything. Quietly, you both fetched your coats. 

It was a shitty, rundown hotel. The one you three had met at. It wasn’t a romantic spot by far, but the gothic man found himself drawn to the place whenever he felt down on his luck. When he drove away that night, he found himself there without even thinking. The mechanic noise of one of the voicemails you sent replaying almost drowned out the sound of Bruno knocking hard against his door. “I don’t want room service” He said, his words slurring into each other. 

“I’m not here to give you any. Open up.” Bruno’s voice was stern, hardened by seeing you grieve so hard combined with his own heartbreak. Abbacchio scrambled for a way out, but knew the only exit was being occupied. Reluctantly, he stepped to the door, not daring to open up. 

“What do you want?” 

Ziiiiiiip! 

Bruno’s head poked through the tiny hole he made, yours following soon after. Bruno was silent, but his gentle blue eyes told him all he needed to know. He wanted him. Abbacchio’s face softened a bit at the display in front of him. He couldn’t hide anymore. He was...scared. Your eyes were still puffy from the tears shed hours earlier. You took a step into the small hotel room and wrapped your arms around his midsection, not caring about the slight jump he did. 

You tried your hardest not to cry again. You didn’t want to make him any more uncomfortable than he could’ve been, but you couldn’t help it. Silence was shared between the three of you as Bruno joined in on the hug, his face understanding and caring. 

“We won’t give up on you.”