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Piofiore no Banshou | Nicola/Liliana, Gilbert | AO3 Summary: At the height of summer, Liliana Adornato arrives at the Visconti manor in the hands of Nicola Francesca. There are unresolved issues between them. This becomes everyone else's problem, too. (Or, Lili wages some psychological warfare against Nicola. The Visconti manor experiences a premature and very severe winter.) Notes: COULDN’T MOVE ON FROM PIOFIORE WITHOUT PAYING TRIBUTE TO MY FAVORITE BOY, NICOLA FRANCESCA....I LOVE HIM. and therefore i shall bully him, just a little.

At the height of summer, Liliana Adornato arrives at the Visconti manor in the hands of Nicola Francesca.

The latter is met with thinly veiled hostility. A traitor is a traitor, but Gilbert has made his orders clear: Nicola Francesca is not to be touched. The former, on the other hand, is met with both politeness and interest; though she had been under the protection of the Falzone Family, she is merely a normal girl, and one from the church, at that. There is no problem there.

It's expected that Nicola will be trouble, the largest upset, internal ceasefire notwithstanding. After all, he’s not just any traitor to his Family—he was their Underboss, and a talented one at that. Simply by way of his being here and what he’s already done—he will always be an outsider, no matter how many years he stays with the Visconti or how many feats he performs under their name. As Oliver says: once a traitor, always a traitor.

The Visconti do not expect the lady to be anything but demure and well-mannered, as she has already shown herself to be. Sure, she was living in the Falzone manor awhile and sure, the Visconti are friendlier than most mafia, but both Families are still mafia, and in Burlone, it’s the mafia that rule. As a citizen, Liliana knows how to show her respect, to stay within the unwritten laws.

But. Within a few days, it becomes apparent that there’s something between Lili and Nicola. Despite the fact that it was he who kidnapped her and brought her here, she looks for him at every turn and is far more at ease in his presence than anyone else’s. The Visconti soldati see her face light up at any glimpse of him, though Nicola rebuffs her approach at every turn, far too busy to entertain her. Otherwise, he never spares a glance. The two have had at least one proper conversation behind closed doors, presumably in which Nicola had reaffirmed her situation and his true colors, but it doesn’t change her behavior.

The soldati shake their heads and think she’ll get over it; it is apparent she has outlived her usefulness, and even they have heard tell of Nicola Francesca’s pretty string of broken hearts. Eventually those ladies learn to stop lamenting over a mafia boy, and move on.

The soldati are wrong.

Liliana is darling and sweet, kind and optimistic. She is also stubborn.

All of those are weapons, and consciously or not, she uses them.

There are unresolved issues between her and Nicola.

This becomes everyone else’s problem, too.

He is avoiding her.

Some interaction is inevitable, yes, but he makes the choices where he can. If she is in the dining hall he will not eat then; if she is in the kitchens he will make his drink later. He leaves the manor before she wakes and returns well past her bedtime. If he must see her or speak to her, he averts his gaze or cuts her off mid-sentence and pushes past him.

Lili had thought him kind, but he’d warned her—he is also a cruel man.

And yet—Lili mounts her rebellion, undeterred.

First is during lunch one day. Nicola walks into the dining room and the chatter quiets before it picks up again; he is used to this by now, more relieved that he does not see Lili in their midst. He goes to the serving table, frowning a little at what he sees. Broiled bream in lardo is the main course.

He hates lardo.

He considers his options, but before he can choose anything, the volume of the chatter fluctuates again, and when he turns he sees Lili sweeping into the room. His heart doesn’t even have time to sink before she’s in front of him.

“Here,” she says, and though her tone is pleasant as ever, her eyes are challenging.

In her hands is a plate, loaded up with food. It looks no different than anyone else’s, but upon closer inspection, he realizes that the fish has been baked, the accompanying lemon sauce a little different. It has no lardo.

Nicola looks at her, and she stares back. Back at the Falzone manor, she’d made a very similar dish to today’s main course, and he’d eaten it without complaint because she had served it to him so happily. It was later that she found out his preferences, but he assured her hers had been an exception.

Now, she serves him the opposite. Despite his treatment of her, she remembered and went through the effort of preparing something else for him.

Lili waits. All around them, the chatter has quieted to a low din, everyone watching the strange almost-fight between them. Nicola should refuse, like he’s always done. She’s tried this before, offering him food, trailing after him and begging him to eat or rest.

She’s not begging now; it is an attack, as much as it is an offering.

Her eyes flicker at his hesitation, and she tilts her head a little.

How much do you hate me? She seems to ask, limpid and melancholy. Will he rebuff her food again this time, despite the other options being something he hates or an unsatisfying combination of side dishes?

“You must have a lot of time on your hands,” Nicola says with a frown, trying to spurn her anyway.

“I’m staying put,” Lili responds, without missing a beat, “So yes, I do. But you won’t waste it, will you?”

Her ample time, or her food? Either way, Nicola can’t think of anything else rude to say. He lets Lili push the plate into his hands.

“Thank you,” he says stiffly, and Lili beams at him.

Nicola sits. Lili does too in the seat across from him, after preparing her own plate. It’s the same as his. The dining room is unable to return to its normal ambiance, a strange sort of frigidness still present between the two of them.

I make what you like. I eat what you like. I sit with you, I eat with you—I am with you.

It is a message, all of it, to him and the Visconti both whether she intends both or not. She stands by him and him only, even now.

Nicola cleans his plate, almost against his will. She’s a good cook, always has been, and the food is…familiar. Comforting.

“I’ll get it,” Lili says softly, reaching for his empty dish, and Nicola looks at her.

Her actions so far have all been servile, but when she looks at him now, satisfaction evident on her face, Nicola feels like a fly caught in a spider’s web.

Nicola is exhausted when he walks through the door, and moreso when Lili pops her head around the corner. Her face brightens even as his darkens, and she offers him a plate of fresh panzerotti, which he curtly refuses.

“You don’t look so good,” she continues, coming closer and practically blocking his path as he tries to move forward, peering at his face. “How about a cup of espresso?”

Nicola freezes at the familiar words, though they must seem innocuous to everyone else. His eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, and Lili takes advantage of his pause to flit towards the kitchen.

“I don’t need it,” he calls immediately after her, his brows furrowing, but when he finally follows after her, she is already in the middle of preparing one. “I thought I refused.”

She doesn’t look at him, pointedly ignoring his words.

“You look pale. Having something warm will make you feel better,” she tells him serenely, and Nicola stiffens again.

He remembers this exact conversation when he first brought her to the Visconti manor, only their roles were reversed.

In another few moments, she is handing him the freshly brewed cup.

“Here,” she says, smiling, and Nicola sighs, looking vaguely pained.

“Lili…” he sighs, but she merely continues to hold out the cup of espresso as she pins him with her stare.

The coffee does smell good. He accepts the cup and sips, and she looks a little relieved—had he truly looked so tired, and in need of a pick-me-up?—before turning to make herself a cup of what he presumes will be a caffe latte. She looks vaguely surprised when she turns around and he’s still there, and perhaps it is testament to how exhausted he is because he doesn’t move.

They stand in silence, sipping at their drinks, a world unspoken between them once more.

“I’m happy to see you,” Lili says, very softly, and Nicola sighs.

“Liliana…don’t,” he says, almost apologetic.

Her mouth twists a little, having expected this anyway.

“It’s the duty of an Italian lady to please the man in her life,” she says flatly, sipping at her coffee in an apathetic manner.

Nicola looks at her in slight disbelief; the fact that she remembers the things he’s said with such clarity to use them against him in such a way…despite himself, he’s impressed.

“You’re not pleasing me, Liliana,” Nicola half-purrs, half-sneers. “Why do you keep doing this? Just be the good girl you’ve always been—“

“The fact that you think that is already a mistake.”

He freezes. Oh, she is good.

Lili is smiling at him, the picture of innocence and elegance, and though she could very well just be repeating his words back to him, suddenly he is questioning whether or not she means it—or rather, how much. She’s not good enough at subterfuge for her entirely personality to be a lie—plus the Falzones have watched over her for a long time. But her behavior has been different lately, hasn’t it, and Nicola wonders—why?

“Liliana,” Nicola says carefully, “I already told you why I brought you here. If you’re looking for the act I put up back at the Falzone manor—“

“What,” Lili interrupts him, setting her cup back on its saucer with a loud clink, “An unfortunate misunderstanding.”

This time, it’s she who walks away first, letting winter crystallize behind her.

He’s been unsettled since their last conversation, though he tries to put it out of his mind. It makes him more exhausted, and he hears Lili’s voice in his mind, telling him to rest, which he ignores too.

Nicola had told Gil to use and abuse him while he still could, and he still means it. He’s used to being worked hard, but it’s Lili that makes him tired, it’s Lili that—

He sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair. It’s time to admit that he does, in fact, need to rest, and thus drag his body back to the new, uncomfortable room he must call home.

As he steps through the door of the Visconti manor, he hears a low, distressed voice, and his feet are already moving before his mind can catch up.

Lili is standing in front of her door, crying. Gil is in front of her, making soothing noises, but the sight of Lili’s tears cuts Nicola to the bone, knocks the air out of his lungs. What happened? What happened?

“It’s just hard,” Lili is saying, as she puts her hands to her face, “I’m just…a little tired.”

“I can imagine,” Gil responds, leaning a little closer. “Say, Lili…”

She looks up, and Nicola’s breath catches in his throat—she is vulnerable now, scrubbed raw, and Gil…

“What if you make a different choice?” Gil asks, and Lili blinks, confused.

“What…?”

“I’m just saying that I would never make a pretty girl like you cry,” Gil says, smiling. “Instead of Nicola, why don’t you give me a shot instead?”

“Gil, I—“

The Visconti Boss leans close, opening the door behind her just as Lili steps back, and in a moment he’s practically pushed her into her room.

The door closes.

Nicola is moving again, feeling cold, cold, slamming the door open again with a bang. Lili has fallen onto her bed, eyes wide, and Gil is smirking. He rips Gil from Lili, and she sits up, a hand over her heart; Nicola struggles to remain calm as he questions just what on earth is going on here. Gil is suspiciously calm in the face of his vitriol—Nicola truly did not think Gil was this sort of person. But after some time, Gil shoots Lili a wry look.

“Guess I won that bet, huh? Or did you want to see more?”

“N-no…” Lili breathes, and Nicola glares at the Boss.

“Gilbert…what do you mean, bet?”

“Your girl here looked so pitiful that I decided to do a little role playing. Say, Nicola…how about ditching the lies for once and saving your effort for the truth instead?”

He laughs then sails out of the room. His words sink in, and Nicola curses Gil’s back with fervor.

And then, it is just the two of them.

“…Thank you, Nicola,” Lili ventures hesitantly, though she doesn’t look at him. “I didn’t think Gil was going to go that far.”

He sighs deeply, shoulders sagging.

“Well, I could tell that you truly were not enjoying the situation,” he frowns. “…Don’t scare me like that.”

She meets his eyes then, and though his brows are creased in anger, she can tell it’s not directed towards her. For a moment she looks hopeful, but then she stares down at her lap, her shoulders tensing as though she is already expecting rejection.

“Can we rebuild our relationship from the beginning?” she blurts, and she puts her face in her hands for a moment. “I don’t mind if it’s not exactly the same as before. Just…please, Nicola, don’t…don’t push me away.”

He stares at her, and she looks up at him. There are still tears clinging to her lashes, and he remembers: I’m just…a little tired. Suddenly also remembers back at the Falzone manor, where one of his men had politely warned him don’t play around with her too much, followed up by Leo’s cheeky please treasure her, okay? We believe in you!

He sighs heavily. There is an end to all things.

“I won’t treat you as kindly as before,” he warns, but she brightens anyway, and for a second it seems like she might throw her arms around him.

He finds that he wouldn’t mind. He finds that despite his words, he wants to treat her kindly, if it means she’ll smile at him like that again.

“That’s fine!” Lili exclaims warmly, the tension bleeding out of her body. “Thank you, Nicola!”

He shakes his head; there is nothing she should show gratitude for.

“Why are you so happy?” he murmurs wryly, and she giggles a little.

“I just am,” she says, and gazes back at him.

For a moment, it is spring again, and though he still has things to do and burdens weighing upon him, Nicola leaves her room a little lighter.

The soldati have gotten used to turning on their heels and fleeing the premises entirely when they see Lili and Nicola together. If people linger around the edges of the snowglobe the two create for themselves when they speak, they get frostbitten—it’s always snow and sleet and squalls around these two. As such, it takes a while before some of them manage to register the softening. Lili is still the one that talks more while Nicola listens, but his lips are turned up ever so slightly now, and his eyes are gentler.

Civility. In some ways, this is scarier; the soldati have only ever seen them at odds, and though what is happening now is certainly better, it is also somewhat unsettling. Spring could be coming, or it could simply be a false alarm before a blizzard kills them all. Burlone has mild winters, but Gil grew up in America, and they’ve heard stories about how bad their winters can get, how freak storms can happen just when you think it’s starting to warm up.

The soldati watch in apprehension, Oliver watches with suspicion, Gil watches with amusement, and the temperature of the Visconti household is still entirely reliant on the two who don’t truly belong there.

They talk at night.

It’s truly the only time Nicola can spare, when Lili should really be in bed. But she stays up for him and her smile is so bright when he knocks and opens her door that he forgets he is tired. He owes this to her, at the least; he hadn’t bothered to think it might mean anything suggestive when she’d asked him for this favor, even as he sits on her bed, but he did tease her about it anyway just to see her blush so beautifully. It’s—comforting, to see her react this way again.

“Despite everything…I thought you’d continue to ignore me,” she admits, and he give her a wry smile.

“I should have been about to lie to you without any remorse. But you…how do I say this…” he shakes his head, shrugging helplessly. “You were…surprisingly stubborn. Even I thought I might have treated you a little too coldly, but…you really have no sense of self preservation, do you?”

She laughs a little.

“Maybe just when it comes to you,” she says, “But I also don’t believe everything you did for me was a lie.��

He’s floored on two accounts—her unintentional flirting and her optimism, though she isn’t wrong about the latter.

“It always confused me, why you were so kind to me at the Falzone manor…so when I learned it was only just to use me, well…it was oddly…relieving, to have an explanation.”

Nicola laughs disbelievingly, absolutely mystified.

“You didn’t curse me or hate me or despise me? Not even a little?”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing as she considers, though he answer is near immediate.

“It was painful to be ignored. But hating you didn’t cross my mind.”

Nicola gapes at her.

“You’re unbelievable,” he mutters, and she simply beams at him. “Unbelievable and impossible.”

“Only to you, Signor Francesca,” she says, her eyes twinkling, and Nicola…Nicola resists the urge to reach out and touch her.

“Well?” he says instead, with a slight cough, “What do you want to talk about tonight?”

It is evident that she wants to ask about his betrayal, but she curbs the topic just a little to ask about his and Dante’s childhood instead. Once he starts talking, it spills out of him with abandon; by the end, she’s crying, and his heart softens at the sight of her tears. She’d been downcast the first time he told her about his past too, that day he’d fallen asleep on her lap, and he’d felt an odd sort of sadness for it. Now, he is grateful for her sorrow, though it’s mixed with that same sort of strange pain.

A tear escapes her eye and rolls down her cheek; Nicola reaches out and brushes it away, his hand lingering.

“Thank you, Liliana,” he says softly.

“I didn’t do anything,” she protests, but he smiles.

“You cried for Dante, and that’s worth my thanks,” he murmurs.

They are silent for a moment; Lili looks up at him, eyes glistening, tears caught in her long lashes. Nicola gazes back; his hand cups her cheek, her lips form his name, and—

“Good night, Liliana,” he says, and rises from the bed.

Nicola leaves her room before he does anything more.

He is shaking by the time he makes it back to the Visconti manor from the casino, Lili in his arms, injured but alive after attempting to take a bullet for him. His mind is awhirl; she had been so strong at the summit of all the Bosses, standing her ground against the three most powerful men in Burlone, so unwavering and perfect. The meeting had gone well, despite him having to see Dante face-to-face again finally, and then…

The appearance of Roberto de Feo, his unusual interest in Lili, and the absolute inanity of his attempting to kill a mafia member in broad sight, on Arca’s neutral territory. Nicola never thought Lili would jump out in front of his shot; Roberto had been distressed too—in fact, that only one who wasn’t shocked was Lili herself. Instead, she’d been so angry at Roberto, so defensive over his slander and attempted murder of Nicola.

She’d only abated when Nicola put both hands on her shoulders and leaned in, forcing her to look at him.

“Calm down, Liliana,” he’d said firmly, and she’d reached out both trembling hands to cup his cheeks in such sweet relief.

He could have kissed her, right then and there. But she was bleeding, her armed grazed by the bullet. There was no longer any need for either of them be at the casino, and so he’d whisked her away to safety without looking back.

“Nicola,” Lili murmurs, worried, and he bites down hard on his lip.

Even now she’s more concerned with him than herself, when she could have died.

He kicks open the door to her room, seating her on her bed so carefully as though she is made of glass.

“Why did you do that?” he demands, the floodgates cracking, and she looks at him with bewildered eyes. “You could have been killed!”

She gapes, face scrunching up.

“So could you!”

“I’m mafia! We all know what’s coming! I’ll die one day for what I do and it won’t matter. But you?” Nicola looks at her, half wild, then turns away, running a hand through his hair. “Not you, Lili.”

“I’d do it again,” Lili says hotly, her eyes suddenly flinty, and he whirls back, “I saw what was going to happen and I wasn’t thinking when I moved—all I knew was that I didn’t want you to die. You were in danger! Nicola, I—“

He closes the remaining distance between them, kissing her hard and desperate. Lili topples back onto the bed, and Nicola leans into her, twining their fingers together. She’s surprised at the turn of events but only for a moment; she squeezes his hands back tightly, her mouth opening to taste more of him, just as desperate. Nicola presses into her, his kiss all teeth and tongue and unrestrained hunger, and when Lili finally untangles their hands she is fisting hers into his hair, pulling him closer, closer.

Liliana Adornato is a giver; it is her nature, to help and to serve. It’s what she likes to do. But here, with Nicola on top of her, tears clinging to his lashes and his turquoise eyes seeing nothing but her, Lili wants to take. She’ll give him everything he wants, but for once, she wants everything of his, too—his hands, his lips, his attention, and the heat that is vaporizing any bit of ice remaining between them.

“Nicola,” Lili gasps, when they part for air, “Nicola.”

“Liliana,” Nicola murmurs back, raw and ragged.

“I’d do it again,” she whispers, and he doesn’t know if she means jump in front of a bullet or kiss him back or both. “I’d do it all again for you, Nicola.”

“You’re unbelievable,” he whispers back, and kisses her again, gentler this time, and sweeter.

He mumbles something she can’t decipher, but she repeats his name against his mouth, sounding almost like a prayer.

The second time they part, he stares down at her, torn between agony and desire. She is flushed underneath him, breathing hard, her hair a mess and her shawl having slipped from her shoulders. But then his eyes trail to his handkerchief binding her wound; his face contorts as he regains his proper senses and he tears himself off of her.

Lili sits up, lunging forward and grabbing his arm before he can escape her room.

“Please,” she says, and Nicola looks like he’s in physical pain as he looks back at her, “Nicola, please. Don’t go.”

He goes still and they stare at each other.

“Don’t go,” she repeats, softer this time, and Nicola back towards her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

He surrenders.

A light knock sounds at Lili’s door late into the night.

“Come in,” Nicola responds, and it opens just enough for Gil to slip inside.

The Visconti Boss closes the door gently and leans to the side, smiling as he meets Nicola’s eyes. He keeps his voice low as he speaks, as does Nicola.

“Oh? When you responded, I expected to see some clothes off when I opened the door.”

Nicola rolls his eyes.

“Spare me your perversions, Gil,” he says, though he shifts a little as though to shield Lili’s sleeping face.

He’s sitting up in Lili’s bed, perfectly decent, legs stretched out. The girl is nestled against his side, sleeping soundly, one hand entwined with his.

There had been no salacious activities, though the knowledge of the line almost crossed was intoxicating between them, and the sight of each other’s swollen lips was…invigorating. There had, however, been more kisses shared, but in the end he’d simply held her close and stroked her hair as she listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.

Gil smirks, but the expression bleeds from his face quickly enough.

“She okay?”

“Yeah.”

“And you?”

A pause.

“I will be, especially once all this is over,” he says, a little bitterly, and Gil shakes his head, sighing.

“You still thinking about breaking her heart, after all that? And this?”

He gestures vaguely, and Nicola shoots him a rueful look.

“Haven’t I already?” Nicola asks, and Gil smothers a derisive laugh.

“Far from it. You can be a real idiot sometimes, you know that? Or if you’re waiting for her to break yours…if it even happens somehow, it’ll only be the death of you. You’re in too deep already, Nicola.”

He laughs softly.

“This is a lot of meddling, even for you, Gilbert,” he says, and Gil shrugs.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but—oh, who am I kidding? You know damn well both you and the signorina have turned my manor upside down since you’ve gotten here. Call it self-preservation, for the Family. And besides…I like you, Nicola.”

“Heart’s already taken, Gilbert.”

“Oh, now you admit it?”

Nicola looks down at Lili.

“I’m a dead man walking,” he tries, echoing a past conversation of theirs, but Gil snorts.

“For God’s sake, Nicola, just let her win.”

Gil walks out without waiting for a response, and Nicola is left alone with Lili again.

She’d fallen asleep quickly, despite their heated kisses earlier; all her adrenaline from the casino had finally worn off, leaving her exhausted. He’d assured her he would stay until she fell asleep, laying a hand over her eyes, so reminiscent of her first night at the Falzone manor. He feels at ease beside her, at peace looking at her sleeping face and hearing her breathe slow and even.

He hadn’t been lying to Gil, a moment ago. He still is a dead man walking, no matter how much Gil likes him. It’s Family first, in the mafia, and though he may be a Visconti now, he isn’t one truly. It’ll be an easy choice, if it comes down to him or another Visconti member. He is no longer a Falzone either; betrayal isn’t tolerated, and even if half of the Family doesn’t believe in his betrayal yet, the other half is out for his blood.

Hell, and Roberto is too, so that’s part of the police force as well.

The odds are stacked against him, but he still has his goals to achieve, plans that he’s laid for years. Since childhood, when Dante told him through tears that he hated the mafia and no longer wanted to be a part of it.

Nicola will see his plans come to fruition or die trying—freeing Dante is the one thing he will sacrifice himself for. Liliana…precious as she’s become, she does not supplant that.

The girl in question shifts, pressing herself closer against him, sighing softly.

“Nicola…” she murmurs, and he brushes a curl of hair from her cheek.

He only said he would stay until she fell asleep. Nicola has sat here for hours now, unable to bring himself to move.

Slowly, gently, he disentangles his fingers from hers and bends down to press one last kiss to her forehead.

He’s still there in the morning.

#piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore fated memories #nicola francesca #liliana adornato #gilbert redford #fanfiction #I LOVE NICOLA SM...!!!!!#i love the falzone boys #may i now finally move on for piofiore and play a diff otoge #head empty just nicola francesca in my heart #i'm both laughing and exasperated that this is also 4k+ words #will i ever write anything that is like. less than 3k or something??? my god #this should have had 8000 more winter metaphors but i did my best

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strongbrew-hamstery · 5 years ago

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Happy Father's Day to all the papas out there! Happy Father's Day especially to our last two dads, #Wells and #Onyx! Thank you for making such beautiful babies and passing along your wonderful genes. How are you celebrating father's day today? @hamdad_sbh and I are finishing a puzzle together, and we will make delicious panzerottis for dinner. My dad is all the way in Ottawa, so we sent our well wishes! https://www.instagram.com/p/CBtKbNjAdjO/?igshid=4j7hzts96rlt

#wells #onyx

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dreamers-queen · 5 years ago

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Hello. Thank you for posting that Instagram conversation. It was nice to watch. Can you tell me what was talked about?

Hey there! You’re welcome, I just shared it tho, let’s thank the person who uploaded it! 😉 I’m sorry this answer will come a bit late because I just finished dinner and now I’m doing a quick rewatch as I write this answer, to be sure not to miss too many things 😀

So, first thing first they discussed the whole covid emergency and how he’s coping with the quarantine - he misses working in his recording studio, but he’s working from home too. He’s excited to come back in his studio to finish his next album! 😀

They talked about his participation in raising funds for the Gruppo San Donato, a very important initiative ♥

They talked about the new song, Finirà bene, the studio version is VERY different from the one we heard during the last live, I’m not sure if I like it more like this or the acoustic version, it’s cool both ways, lol. It’s not finished tho, so maybe he’ll change it more soon, we’ll see 😉

Then they discussed the whole covid emergency again, how it changed the collective life experience and Ermal’s lifestyle, he hopes it’s gonna be an educative experience on becoming better people and helping each other. He then mentioned a movie he watched on Netflix, El hoyo, the plot sounded very interesting (I’m not spoiling it tho 😉 ) and I really want to watch it!

Ermal was asked by a fan about the book he’s writing - it’s still in progress, he says he still has to learn how to write it properly. I can’t wait!

They talked about food, Ermal said he eats lots of salads and the famous panzerotti were an experiment he did with his girlfriend - she did almost everything, he barely helped 😂

The host asked Ermal who’s the first person he’ll go visit when the quarantine is over…he said “my niece” 🤧

He talked quite extensively about his adoration for Thom Yorke (big mood) and the time he met him and how emotional it was, he says he then understood how his fans feel when they’re shy talking with him. He sung Creep, and it was great ♥

He misses the stage a lot (so do we), he was asked about Mika and J-Ax, he said J-Ax is an exceptional person he really appreciates and loved working with (and this makes me so happy, omg ♥)

They discussed the songs Ermal loves the most and affected the most his style, carreer and life, the strong emotion of singing Mia Martini’s songs, he talked about Storia di una favola, A parte te, Vietato morire and Non mi avete fatto niente. Who knows who’s gonna be the next one? We’ll see 😆

The last thing was a funny gag on how to properly wash hands, lol 😂

It was a funny and lighthearted live, I really loved it! ♥

#Ermal Meta #technicallycleverdetective #Asks

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patox20-blog1 · 7 years ago

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PANZEROTTI PUGLIESI | How to Make Italian Deep Fried Pizza Recipe | Italian Food Recipes

Panzerotti are a delicious Italian deep fried snack made from a special pizza-like dough and stuffed with a variety of fillings. These crispy morsels are stuffed with gooey mozzarella, freshly crushed tomatoes and capers. You will not be able to resist (or stop at one).

These divine pockets of dough are the ULTIMATE and this…

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lynxinapackofwolves · 6 years ago

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It’s the first tag for me, WOW! I was tagged by the sweetest @clara-who, thank you and sorry for the tardiness, I took my time. Rules: tag 9 people you want to know better. Answer the provided questions.

Nickname(s): Glo by my friends (it’s awful, but before they’re used to call me Glozzi, which is even worse); Tati by my parents (which is a term of endearment basically, it means “baby girl"); Nina by my grandma (same as before; I think it derives from “bambina” or “piccolina”???)

Starsign: Cancer

What I’m Wearing: Mock turtleneck and sweatpants (elegance, where are you?)

Dream Job: I’d like to know too. Something that doesn’t require emotional distance or that doesn’t involve public speaking I guess

Favourite Quote:

I’m kidding (maybe); I like different Doctor Who quotes, some funny, other meaningful, this is just one of them. If I have to choose one and just one: “The way I see it every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant”. Not Doctor Who related: “He that breaks a thing to find out what it is, has left the path of wisdom” by Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings, because hits a nerve, and “Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide” by Henri Barbusse.

Favourite Food: my grandma’s eggplant parmigiana, my mum’s tiramisù and pasta pasticciata (baked rigatoni with ham and bechamel), raw carrots, cheeseeeeeeeee, spaghetti aglio, olio e peperoncino, pumpkin risotto, mashed potatoes, panzerotti, arancini, Neapolitan potato cake, crumble cake, brutti e buoni (which are biscuits of my region), Roman semolina gnocchi, raw fennel salad, I CAN’T

Favourite Film: Dead Poets Society, Back to the Future, How To Train Your Dragon

Favourite Sport: figure skating, rhythmic and floor gymnastics, soccer (to watch). I practiced different sports when I was younger, but now it bores me (that is another way to say that I'm lazy and I hate to sweat).

Dream Trip: Norway at the moment

Languages: Italian and a broken English, that’s all (I’m so ignorant). I studied a bit of French and Spanish, but I don’t remember much. I also studied Latin, but I don’t think it counts... Is maths a language?

Favourite Song: It depends, but now, excluding Queen’s songs for obvious reasons, “Irene” by Pinguini Tattici Nucleari, ”Obiezione” by Eugenio in Via Di Gioia, “The hand that rocks the cradle” and “Still ill” by The Smiths, “John my beloved” and “Fourth of July” by Sufjan Stevens (I listen to these two songs sparingly, because it hurts), “Migraine” and “Kitchen Sink” by Twenty One Pilots

Favourite Book: “The Secret History” by Donna Tartt, everything written by J.D. Salinger, “Starter for Ten” by David Nicholls (it’s funny), “White Nights” by Dostoevskij, “Naif.Super” by Erlend Loe and “Harry Potter” by J.K. Rowling. Honourable mentions for two comic books: “Calvin & Hobbes” and “The Adventures of Asterix”

What Do I Hate?: not being in control, bad manners, ambiguity, people who play with their phone while we’re together, parties, relatives’ parties, public speaking, sweating, making mistakes, Latin and dance music, hurting someone's feelings, my nose, acne, unreliable people, lying and lies, administrative offices, uncomfortable clothes, injustices, people who deprive things and feelings of their value or meaning, uncaring people, wearing layered clothes, making decisions, hot weather, changes, cryptic textbooks. This list could be much longer.

Random Fact: I’m always late for no good reason

Describe Yourself as Aesthetic Things: music sheets, short hair, dog hairs everywhere, macchiato and dark chocolate, lists of things, postcards on a pinboard, night storms, clumsy manners, knitted wool scarves, warm hugs, autumn colours, insomnia, melancholic poetries, long car trips, solitaires, stacked books on the nightstand, silly faces, loud voice, intimate conversations, too many gifs and memes saved on the phone, sad eyes, movie dates, singing in the car, empty notebooks, old cinema tickets in a box, organized binders

Do I Get Asks?: never

Other Blogs: I don’t have other blogs

Hogwarts House: my mind says Ravenclaw, my nature says Hufflepuff. I’d like to be Ravenclaw, but I have to give up... Fun fuct: on Pottermore I cheated to be Ravenclaw. Then I felt guilty, so I created another account in which I’ve been naturally sorted into Hufflepuff.

Patronus: a polecat in one and a fox in the other account. Or a unicorn? I don’t remember properly because I created too many accounts (cough cough)! A friend of mine got a Thestral the first time and I’M SO ENVIOUS!

Favourite Characters: in general? Let’s give an order:

Literary: Luna in Harry Potter, Prince Andrej Bolkonskij in War and Peace, Gandalf in The Lord of the Rings, Hercule Poirot, Gatsby in The Great Gatsby, Kakashi and Shikamaru in Naruto, Eponine in Les Misérables

Cinematographic: Kronk in The Emperor’s New Groove, Hiccup, Toothless and Gobber the Belch in How To Train Your Dragon, Mr. Bingley in Pride and Prejudice (whyyyy), Newt Scamander in Fantastic Beasts

Tv and web series: Alex in Lovleg, The Doctor in Doctor Who (Tenth and Twelfth are in my heart), Lane and Kirk in Gilmore Girls (hard to choose actually), Salem in Sabrina, the Teenage Witch etc.

Too many too many...

I don’t know who hasn’t been tagged yet and I’m afraid of annoying, so, if that’s the case, sorry! I tag: @itsakindoftragic @violetpond @70srogerisasnacc @rogerinamainbitch @westansstuff

#I'm sooo slow #it's evident that I can't choose just one thing #verbally incontinent #you created a monster #tag game

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cookingitalians · 2 years ago

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PANZEROTTI PUGLIESI: How to Make my Mom’s Fried Apulian Calzone Today I am sharing with you a special recipe. This is a recipe for making panzerotti pugliesi, a specialty of Puglia. There are many versions. Some people like to stuff them with anchovies, pecorino romano, etc. In this case I propose the classic panzerotto with tomato, ham and mozzarella. Let me know if you like them. Makes 25 Panzerotti 4 3/4 cups of 00 flour 4 3/4 cups of remilled durum wheat semolina 2 tbsp of extra virgin olive oil 2 tbsp of salt 3 tsp of sugar 6 tsp of active dry yeast or 16 tsp of fresh yeast oil for frying (i use sunflower seed oil) For the Filling: cubed mozzarella cheese peeled tomatoes seasoned with extra virgin olive oil, a pinch of salt and oregano cooked ham METHOD Combine the two flours, salt and sugar in a bowl. Mix the ingredients and then add the two tablespoons

#appetizers #bread

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northbirdblog · 8 months ago

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Learn how to make these easy and tasty Sourdough Pizza Pockets (Panzerottis) for dinner!

They also make a great packed lunch if you make ahead and freeze/reheat!

Visit: https://thenorthbirdblog.com/2023/08/01/sourdough-panzerotti-pizza-pockets/

#recipe #recipes #homemade #healthy #northbird #sourdough #easy sourdough #sourdough recipes #making pizza #pizzalover #showbiz pizza #basic panzerotti #difference between a panzerotti and a calzone #pizza pockets #family meal

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sxekhaos · 6 years ago

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I’m reading tales from retail. And my delivery order is wrong.

My brother is closing at his work and won’t be home until 1-2am, this matters.

So I ordered panzerotti for us. He will reheat his later. He wanted pepperoni and bacon. I got sausage and tomato.

The order comes. I take mine out, the bag is marked ssg/tom, and sit back in front of my computer (I am home alone with just the dog) to read about more shitty people.

I cut into mine...pepperoni and mushroom. I HATE mushrooms. I can’t eat this. I call the store and tell them the order is wrong. I tell them the issue, no problems, it will be remade and set right out.

But as I wait I think maybe my brother’s is wrong too. I message him and tell him about the screw up, and ask if he wants me to check his. He says yes. I do, and his Pep/bac is plain cheese. He says call them back.

I call a second time. I know I should have checked both before calling. I tell them that the other is also wrong. The lady is very apologetic.

Both will be sent out ASAP. Sorry for the inconvenience.

They just arrived. I check my brother’s, pep/bac. And mine, also correct.

I didn’t have to raise my voice. I didn’t need a manager. In a calm tone I stated the problem, they fixed the problem.

As a customer it isn’t hard to be a decent human being to the employees trying to do their jobs. It’s a Friday night, I can only imaging how many orders they are making right now.

#tales from retail #mistakes happen

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pizzacappuccinoseo · 3 years ago

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Classic Italian Recipes

For classic great food, you can't beat a good Italian. This is a glorious European cuisine going back millennia, influenced by ancient, medieval and more contemporary influences. Many have affected the Italian diet. It's also worth noting how varied the food can be according to the Italian region. As well as the traditional and popular pastas and pizzas, cheese and wine and a great part of the national cuisine, and of course coffee has a big role to play as well - bucatini.

To serve in the traditional style, add the bread to your bowls, and once the soup is at a good consistency, turn off the flame and pour into the bowls. Add a small amount of delicious extra virgin olive oil to the bread, and away you go. Trying out different cuisine from various parts of the world is important to give the family something different on the meal table.

One of the best places that you can adapt the meals from is Italy as they have a wide range of food that one can pick to make something mouth watering. This includes bread dipping spices and bread dipping sets that can be made to accompany almost any meal that you feel like making - panzerotti.

Read the ingredients that are needed for the bread dipping sets very carefully and get everything needed. Don't go substituting some for things that you think would work as you might end up getting a totally different product. The time that is used to prepare the dish is also very important as individuals need to follow it strictly to get perfect results. For more information, please visit our site https://www.pizzacappuccino.com

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brentcritical · 7 years ago

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please. pls write more shyan holy shit i love your writing

how about a shyan + cmbyn inspired au?

dedicated to @wheezeboi bc i just feel like they deserve it, y’know?

ryan and shane being ‘just friends’, thank you very much, when the boys plan a trip to, as shane calls it, “italy, baby!” for an unsolved episode on il mostro di firenze.

“why did you pick a case full of words and names you can’t pronounce?” asks shane, after ryan accidentally inserts an english ‘n’ into the word ‘mostro’ for the third time.

“why don’t you shut the fuck up?” asks ryan.

they stay in a house turned into four apartments just outside of florence, maintained by a middle aged woman with warm face and silver in her hair called ardemia, and her son maurizio. they share a bedroom with two separate beds on wall-rails, with a newly polished cross hanging between them, and when ryan goes to pay for the five days they’re staying there ardemia shrugs and says “it’s no matter to me at all,” in a thick accent even after ryan insists they’re not a couple.

shane, of course, finds this hilarious.

“who cares?” he snorts, sliding open the mosquito blind to open the window shutters overlooking the garden where a single peach tree casts shade over a sun-bleached wooden table and chairs. “you worried il mostro will mistake us for a couple and kill us?”

florence is beautiful in a claustrophobic, dusty kind of way. the buildings are all painted white and pale pink and light green and no matter where they go, the sunlight beams off the walls and everything is bright in buttery soft light that makes the streets feel old. ryan feels so very far away from america, and as they pass under a sign for some kind of bakery (ryan thinks) advertising panzerotti it’s a little difficult to remember that this isn’t a holiday.

by three o’clock it’s just a little too warm to be comfortable out filming. they relax, feeling slow and sluggish and sleepy, in the garden with glasses of water. shane has taken to helping ardemia with her tomato patch, and she rewards him with almond biscuits that she calls cantuccini. ryan sits at the table, and tries to dredge up some kind of far flung productivity from deep inside himself, to go over his notes and script, and can’t help but watch them work.

shane’s shirt is unbuttoned and sweat glistens over his stomach. his fingers are dirty from the mud. he looks ridiculous, like a city boy’s idea of a farmboy, and ryan tells him as much.

“whatever, it’s better than being stuck in the office right about now!”

ryan doesn’t bother to remind shane that he’s pretty sure that because of the time difference, he’d be waking up right about now.

they borrow bikes from maurizio and cycle around the streets of the suburbs where they’re staying as the sun goes down. the air is still warm and ryan wears shorts and rolls his sleeves up to make the most of it. they pause at a dusty old bench by a park, and their knees brush as they talk about nothing of importance. shane is close, and smells of his deodorant and that sweet-sharp chemical smell of mosquito repellent.

“we’re going back in a couple days,” shane says - quite randomly - and he stares at the swings that look like they haven’t been used in at least a decade. but everything looks like that, ryan’s noticed. everything has that slightly worn look, like something old and well-loved, something that nobody wants to quite replace. “we’re going back to normal,” shane adds, as if to clarify.

“yeah,” he says, “it’s strange. it feels so different here, y’know? almost like time travel,”

shane looks at him for a beat - like he’s looking for something. ryan thinks, maybe, he’s thinking of something funny to say, some way to make fun of ryan, but instead he just shrugs. “yeah,” he says, simply, and then, after a pause, throws himself up onto his feet and tells him to come on, that they should head back.

ryan might be scared of ghosts, but he’s not usually that affected by true crime stories. shane, however, is unnerved by the details that emerge over the course of the filming of the episode. ryan’s never asked, but he thinks he understands. ghosts and demons aren’t real to shane. but this very much is - and shane either does not or cannot separate the facts and figures that go into filming a show from the reality of it all.

they drove out to san casciano to film some shots, and as ryan recounts the events of the final double murder he can sense shane retreating into himself with a kind of melancholy at the injustice of the violence that if ryan isn’t careful will infect the whole shoot.

they cut filming short, and head to a bar to clear their heads, and ryan laughs as shane garbles his attempt at ordering a drink in italian. the server takes a liking to him, says “we don’t get tourists here very often,” and then, with a grin, “you must try some proper italian drinks!”

“it’s just. it’s all bullshit,” shane says. he’s not, like, miserable... but there’s a defeated kind of edge to his voice, “what a shit way to go.”

ryan nods. shane’s taken to dipping his finger in his shot glass of limoncello and licking it clean, which is disgusting and very distracting.

“i mean... this whole trip, being here, it just feels a lot more real than, like, i don’t now, the axeman or whatever. like, italy just looks and feels so old. they don’t rebuild anything and it’s like what you said. before. about time travel. it’s like italy lives in this bubble where time doesn’t pass. and it was... what? the 70s? but it feels like it might as well have been yesterday.”

“i get it,” and he does; it’s what he’s been feeling since they got here. like this isn’t the real world, like none of it matters. it’s difficult to remind himself that they’re going home the day after tomorrow. not because of any tangible reason, but because it’s it’s like waking up. italy is old and crumbling and far away, and california is real and everyday and comes with commitments and work.

when shane kisses him, quite suddenly, and a little too roughly, he tastes of lemons, and ryan does not mind it. for it doesn’t matter, either.

#sta 'zitto sfigato #non ho avuto ispirazione per molto tempo ma un rancore è una cosa meravigliosa no?#maybe italy can be shyans australia???#florence is suspiciously akin to veneto here bc i grew up in veneto and don't know firenze as well so....#italians don't interact #totally stole names from my family tree so shout out to my great aunt and mother #idek if florence has panzerotti but veneto does so #CANTUCCINI ARE GREAT #anon #chitchat #not as meticulously formatted as previous ones bc i just wanted to get it Done #and stop myself procrastinated ya feel?#i just got really into this not so much bc shyan or plot but bc i put so much of my relationship with my italian family into this #and idk it kinda became this Ode To Italy which is kinda why i like cmybn so much too

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