#piofiore x reader

[pinkjoy-cons]

Neither did I

Happy birthday to my love @sammilimyy I wanted to make something for you again this year so I figured I'd do alittle something something for your best Italian boi. I hope you like it Sam! You are so special to me and I am always greatful to have you in my life! I love you so much my love!

Word count: 3748

Warnings: Angst with fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of WWI, probably incorrect historical facts? it's been a while, maybe OOC Nicola? (I broke him tbh), may have romanticized the Mafia (honestly the Mafia talk is so little that this warning may be unnecessary) so please understand that this is a work of FICTION and not meant to be taken seriously, the Mafia irl is messed up sooooo yeah, semi-edited, no beta we die like men or whatever

Ever since you were little, your mother used to tease you about how, “Nicola Francessca was going to marry you.” Obviously, being a child you had no idea how she would come to that conclusion. To you, Nicola was the person you could rely on. As a child he was there when you were upset for whatever reason. He was your guardian angel through it all. There were many nights you could remember of just spending time on one of the old rooftops in town and gaze into the brilliant sky together. You saw him and his family as part of your own and they welcomed you with open arms. Well, at least Dante and Gullia did. Nicola saw them as the most important people in his life at the time so only saw their introductions and approval as necessary. Your childhood with him was one that was constantly filled with laughter. There wasn’t a moment when you were not with him. 

Time passed; both of you grew and, of course, so did your feelings. While Dante continued to have that baby brother charm you loved to tease him about, Nicola, you began to see in a different light. Your smile changed when you were with him, the way his hand felt in yours felt different, and the sound of your name falling from his lips became more and more special. Nicola too changed. Long gone was the scrawny boy you would playfully make fun of. Now, he has somehow grown into an attractive young man. And somehow, said man seemed to know this effect he had on you. Many times during your teens he would jest and tease about how you always looked away when he smiled at you. Or how you got tongue tied when he tossed any sort of praise your way. 

It was embarrassing really how flustered you got around him. In your mind, it was only a one way feeling, but Nicola felt the same way. Your eyes grew bright when he showed you a part of town you didn’t know, or when he brought you sweets and coffee out of the blue just to see your excitement at what new dulce he has brought you today. Everything you did seemed to strike him through the heart. Time and time again, he was resorted to putty in his hands at your voice and any type of request you gave him.

“Nicola, can we go to the garden today?”

“I know you’re busy but, do you think we can get more treats from the bakery?”

“Won’t you come in? Mia Mamma made enough dinner to feed five of us.”

How could he resist you? You who looked at him like he was your world. He didn’t realize when it happened but during the moments spent together, a treasured calm from the storm of the Mafia life, he had fallen for you. You made him want to be a better man. Nicola craved for your touch. Any opportunity he could get to hold your hand was a gift he didn’t want to let go of. Leaning on your shoulder while you sat, holding you close to him when it got cold and you forgot to bring a shall, laying his head on your lap. It was all the soft, innocent touch that he wanted. He couldn't go too far however, all of them must remain–friendly? Yes, friendly. Two young teenagers who found comfort in each other. Nothing more, nothing less. But what if he wanted it to be more?

“Hey, Nicola?” It was late in the afternoon. You both decided to walk around the town even if Nicola’s father wanted him home but he never listened to what that bastard had to say. Nicola held your hand as you strolled down the cobblestone streets taking in the setting sun and soon blooming night-life the town had to offer. 

“Yes Darling?” The pet name he honored you with always caused you to shy away. It was subtle this time, but Nicola saw the way you smiled at the ground and felt the way you squeezed his hand a bit more lovingly. 

“Nicola,” Composing yourself, you began again. “What am I to you?” It was an unexpected question and caused him to just barely falter in the pase he set with you but luckily you didn’t notice the slip.

“What are you to me?”

“Yes.” The young girl gazed up at him with brilliant eyes full of adoration. 

Damn it, she’s going to bring me to an early grave.

“You are very special to me my dear. I always look forward to the time we get to spend together.” Then he stopped, turned you to face him, and brought your mouth to his lips. He gave you nothing more than a chaste kiss but somehow, you felt like it was enough for the time being. “There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.”  Amore mio, he wanted to add that. How desperately he wanted to add those two small words to fortify this relationship with you. But he couldn’t. He was only 17 and you 16, there was that small chance, that small seed of doubt that, once it takes root, is sometimes impossible to remove. So he remained in this space with you. Mutual pining that neither of you were ready to confront. 

And you were both happy. Soon, when the time was right, you both would express your mutual feelings for each other and from there you would live a long, happy life with him. Oh how silly you were. 

In 1914, an announcement was made, one that many knew was coming. The Kingdom of Italy had officially joined the war. Any young man at the age of 18, would be drafted to fight alongside the Central Powers. And of course Nicola Francessca was one of those chosen men.

It was depressing really, the only ones who saw him off were you, Dante, and Gullia. Dante, of course, held it together better than Gullia did, she practically saw Nicola as her own son. Both of them said their heartfelt goodbyes and they gave you a moment with him. 

“H-”

“You shouldn’t have to go.” You spoke with a strain in your voice and refused to meet his sapphire eyes. Nicola saw as spots of the ground got darker from your falling tears. “But you’re leaving, for who knows how long, and-and I-” You broke the sentence and raised the back of your hand to your hidden face. 

“Hey-”

“How will I contact you? What if they don’t allow letters? Or what if something happens to you? How will Gullia know? How will Dante? How will-”

“Look at me amore mio.”  Nicola’s voice was soft and secure. But the calmness of his tone wasn’t what made you look at him. He’s never called you that before. Nicola wrapped one hand around your head, fingers lacing into your hair, placed his bags on the ground and brought you to his chest. He held you there for who knows how long and the shock on your face must have been a sight to see. “I promise nothing will happen. I guarantee you that I'll only be gone for a few months.” Then he chuckled, the vibrations bringing you some kind of comfort, “Or don’t tell me, you’ve become so attached to the hip that you can survive a few little months without me?” A scoff left your lips. Part of you was upset that he dared tease you at a time like this but a bigger part felt that same comfort you always did. You wrapped your arms around his waist and closed your eyes. You took in the feel of his clothes against your skin. The way his arms felt around you. The scent of the cologne he always wore ever since you bought it for his birthday years ago. But most importantly you listened carefully to his heartbeat.

Thum-bum.

Thum-bum.

Thum-bum.

It truly calmed you. Nicola calmed you. You listened to that steady beat as he held you. 

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. I told you before, there isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” His heartbeat didn’t waver. You could trust him.

A sniffle escaped and you buried your face into his uniform. “I’m holding you to that.” A chuckle verberated again in his chest. When the train whistled, you finally broke apart. Nicola wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and picked up his bags. His back turned to you and he walked to the train door entrance, handed the conductor his ticket and that was that.

As you walked back to Gullia and Dante, a dark thought crossed your mind. The thought that that possibly was the last time you’d ever see Nicola again. The tears came again. It was frustrating really. Gullia saw your plight and held you as you both walked. Danted gave you a handkerchief to dry your tears, and you whispered, “There’s still so much I need to tell him. Why didn’t I tell him?” Not knowing what to say, Gullia could only tighten her grip, and Dante held your hand in comfort.

He was a liar Nicola. You knew it was childish but you truly thought that he would only be gone for a few months. A few months had passed and he still wasn’t home. It made you cry even now, as you packed your bags. Burlone had gotten too dangerous with the war. More soldiers had been stationed in town and the government had gotten forceful on many of the residents. You and your Mamma had to leave. She said that you would stay with a family member up north. It was calmer, she claimed. You barely had time to say goodbye to Dante or Gullia. You both made your escape from the town. Two pricey tickets later, you and your Mamma left. You heard her light snores and the clacking of the train filled the ride. As you gazed out the window, the only thing you could think about was how thankful you were to have that last moment with Nicola.

Years passed. 

The war was over.

Italy had won? Lost? You didn't care anymore. Your Mamma had somehow found a way to get your old house back. You didn't think that you would see it again. The sights and sounds. It would take a while but eventually you figured things would return to some type of normalcy. It had been nearly four years since you last saw Burlone. Since you last seen Dante, Gullia-

And Nicola. 

He never wrote to you. There was a small hope that when you got to your old home there would have been a pile of letters just waiting for you, but now. Just a dirty old house. A few neighbors who stayed helped you clean the place up and after a month it began to feel like you could live normally again. You began going out into town more frequently months later. Saying hello to old friends and visiting those who you could remember. And everytime without fail, you'd walk by the Falzone manor. You also never asked about Nicola. It's been long enough now that he would have come to see you. If you hadn't heard a word from him, you just assumed the worst and allowed your heart time to process it.

A few people told you that the Falzone did okay all things considered. There were a few spots here and there while the Kingdom of Italy was stationed here. But the order they kept or tried to keep was to the best of their ability.

"Oh wait, I remember you!" One bar owner exclaimed that caused nearby patrons to look as well, "You were Nicola Francesca's little girlfriend!"

"Well, yes I guess that's me. But I was never-"

"Look at how grown up you are bella! I'm sure Nicola was happy to see you once he got home."

Your head snapped up, "Nicola? He's-he's home? Alive?" 

The bar owner gave a bellowing laugh, seeming unable to understand your shock, "Why of course bella. I think I saw him walking around not too long ago. Went down the street where the cafe is." Last you knew, there wasn't a cafe that way but it's been a while so who knows. You said your thanks, secured the groceries you had, and ran in the direction he pointed. 

There just like he said, was a cafe and there sitting outside of it was Nicola. He looked older which was a given but being apart from him truly made your heart grow fonder. You wanted nothing more than to run to him. Finally tell him everything you should have said at the train station. But why didn't he come to you first? Did he even ask around if you were home or where you were? You didn't care. 

Steeling your nerves, you approached the table. But as you did, another girl sat across from him. She was beautiful to say the least but that wasn't what stopped. What stopped you was how Nicola stood from his chair to give this girl a kiss on the cheek and hold her hand as they enjoyed their coffee. 

What?

You didn't understand it at all. All this time, you thought that he would come home and you both would finally be together. Why, why was your Nicola Francesca flirting with another woman? Your heart dropped and you felt like you suddenly didn't know where you were. Feet remained unmoved as you stood there to witness it all. Only when Nicola laughed did you finally snap out of it. You turned to leave but of course-

"Oh sorry signorina, I didn't- Ah little bambina." That voice and nickname only Marcos ever called you that. 

"Hello Marcos, sorry for bumping into you but I have to leave." You made quick work to pick up the things you dropped. People were starting to stare and you wanted to go home. 

"Didn't realize you were back. It's good to see you again." 

"Same here, look Marcos, if you want to talk later I'm sure mia Mamma would love to have you over. We still live in the same house." Marcos tried to talk to you more but you took your leave. You forced yourself not to look back but you weren't strong enough. With a glance over your shoulder, you saw Nicola stare at your retreating body. Mouth ajar and a mix of shock and something else written on his face.

A day passed, then two, it wasn't until the third day that Nicola showed up at your door. Your mom welcomed him with open arms talking about how handsome he was and how it's been too long. You heard it all from your bedroom upstairs but didn't make an effort to see him. Not until there was a small knock on your door did you move and there he stood. Nicola had on a green button up tucked into his pants. You noticed his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes were the same but different. It still felt like home when you looked at them but it didn't have that same light you once remembered. He also held a bouquet of pink and blue flowers, ones he knew were your favorite. None of that mattered now however.

"Is there a reason you're at my door, Francesca?" 

Ouch, fine, he deserved that one. "I came to see you."

"Yes?" You folded your arms, "Well you've seen me so now you can leave."

He ignored that comment, "I didn't know you were home. I was told that you left town soon after I left. Did you-"

"Why Nicola?" You stopped him before it could go any further. Not wanting to beat around the bush you just cut to the chase, "Why didn't you come see me when I came back?"

"Why didn't you come see me?"

Tears welled up, he had the audacity to throw the question back at you? "I heard nothing from you once you left. I thought you died, Nicola. At the train station, you said you would come back. You said that I was special to you so-so why didn't you-Why did it take you so long?" 

He didn't have an answer.

"An-an-and why," Damnit, keep it together. Do not cry in front of him, it's not worth it. "Why were you with that other woman? Is that what you are now? A shameless flirt? There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you. Did those words mean anything to you Nicola? Because they meant the world to me." 

It was silent and before you knew it, you had closed the door on him. You thought that was the end. Truly you did. But the next night while your mom went to dinner with Marco, Nicola arrived once again. 

"Let me in. Please?"

You sighed and against your better judgment allowed him entry. A shoe box was tucked in his arms. You led him to your room and sat on your bed and him in a chair and waited. 

"I want to explain everything to you and then you can decide if you want me to leave, okay?" You nodded with crossed arms. Nicola then took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that this would make you feel any better, or to make myself look better, but I didn’t write to Gullia either. The only person who I wrote to was Dante.” You scoffed, “Just hold on. There was a reason for it.” The grip he had on the box seemed to loosen as he hung his head. “There was nothing to write home about in the trenches. Everyday I would see someone else lose a life out there. I thought that being in the Mafia I'd seen it all but-There were somethings I just couldn’t get over.” He stopped for a moment. By then you had unfolded your arms and softened your demeanor. You reached out to hold his hand and he turned it over to hold it back tightly.

“Oh Nicola. I had no idea.”

“No. You didn’t. But that’s how I wanted it to be. I’m not the same man I was when I left. No man out there ever comes back the same. Sometimes, while we tried to sleep, they would play loud music or make noise to keep us awake. I thought I would lose my mind. When it was all over, when they said we could go home, I didn't feel like I was good for you any more. I didn’t feel like I was the same man you cared for. The same man that you found comfort in died. I’m all that’s left.”

His breath was shaking. All you could do was sit, hold his hand, and listen. You felt useless but you hoped that it brought Nicola some type of comfort.

“I came home. I did my best to continue where I left off. I asked Gullia about you. She said you had moved to a safer place and felt relieved. I didn’t have to face you as I am now. But then you came back. I saw you on the first day you came to the town. Graceful, talking to everyone like you never left, and all smiles. Beautiful, beautiful smiles. You were so happy, I didn’t want to ruin that. I flirted with other women to forget about you but I knew where my heart lied.” Finally, he let go of your hand. Nicola took the shoe box he had and placed it in your lap; it was heavier than you expected. “I remember everything I said to you at that train station.” He gestured for you to open the box. When you did, the tears that welled up began to fall. 

They were letters in unopened envelopes all addressed to you. You went through a few in Nicola’s presence and continued to cry. All of them talking about how much he missed you. How much he longed to be by your side again. Your heart felt like it would burst from this overwhelming feeling.

There was a raspiness in your voice, “You-you never sent them.”

“It didn’t feel right. I just needed you to know,” Nicola got up and placed his lips against your cheek. One hand played with your hair and he took a deep breath of your familiar scent. The scent and feel of something he missed for so long. “I never stopped thinking about you.”  He kissed your cheek. Then stayed there. In between shaky breaths you said.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Please, not again.”  The breath he held was released, he was at ease with his heart and mind. You brought him into a hug and he wasted no time to return it. He laid you back on the bed and you took him into your chest. He found solace in being with you. As he rested, you played with his hair, running your fingers through them as both your breaths steadied. After all this time, you had him here. He wasn’t going anywhere, you were going to make sure of that. Nicola picked up his head and gazed into your eyes. A hand brushed his bangs out of his face so you could get a better look at him. Yes, he was different. He wasn’t the same; but you didn’t care. He was here and he was yours and you his. He cupped your cheek and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was years in the making as you both secured the relationship. Your lips meshed with one another in imperfect harmony. It was somewhat unconventional but neither cared. You leaned in more to just taste more of him, all of him. It was intoxicating. 

When you broke apart, his cheek made a home against your neck as you planted kiss after kiss on his head. Nicola wrapped his arms around you and once again laid with you. Playing with his hair, the tears had stopped and you felt like you could breathe once more. He had softly whispered “I won’t leave you again amore mio.” 

You thought back to his words again, “You truly never stopped thinking about me?”

“Not once.”

You smiled and, holding him tighter, responded, “Neither did I."

[hellcatinnc]

Pet Names From Men Of Piofiore(SFW)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, x Fem! Reader, pet names

Feature: x Fem! Reader

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Pet Names you would call them and they would call you

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Dante

For Him To Call You: My Darling, Y/N, Beloved, Dear, Kitten

For You To Call Him: My Love, Darling, My Forever, My One And Only, End Game

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Nicola

For Him To Call You: Cuore mio (My Sweetheart), Amore Mio(My Love), Mio Caro (My Darling),Da Ora Fino A Sempre (rom now until forever),Amore Della Mia Vita(love of my life)

For You To Call Him: Sexy, Bae, Lover, Sexy Butt, Mookie, Pookie

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Orlok

For Him To Call You: Mama, Y/N, Goddess, Angel

For You To Call Him: Baby Boy, Nugget, Bean, Care Bear

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Gilbert

For Him To Call You: Signorina, Pudding, Peanut, Lil One

For You To Call Him: Lover, Charming, Pooh Bear

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Yang

For Him To Call You: Pet, Slave

For You To Call Him: Senpai, Daddy, Master, Beast, My Monster

[keiamor]

No one asked for this but—

Getting high with Yang is a whole new experience, even the busiest mafia boss needs a break or two when it comes to fighting his rival gangs. There are times where Yang uses alcohol to eases or perhaps numbs his emotions before making a decision... or rather escalate them just to feel the thrill of danger and blood dripping from his fingers, it was only a couple of days ago when you finally had the chance to ask him — why. Yang have always been a difficult book to read and silent moments like this makes it even harder to read beneath the lines, whether he is mad or amused, perhaps a bit of both.

"Why, a plan without risks nor disadvantages is boring."

Yang knows he is powerful, compare to those fools who only knew how to wield a gun without the qualities of what makes a good fight. Anyone can use a gun but who can truly use a Shuang Gou the way he can, not many. Despite the worrying looks and silence you’ve been offering, Yang couldn't help but to offer a sigh in return. "Stop giving me those eyes, you're goin' make me want to have my ways with you." He can see the way your cheeks glow from just simple comments, a reaction that he is quite fond of no doubt.

Whilst there are other times where Yang choose to smoke a combination which gives him a high much like this one, it's not often that he takes a long draft of those intoxicating smoke, let alone in front of you. The combination from his homeland is quite expensive after all, especially if it is high quality. Why would Yang risk ruining his own body with the drugs he provides when he can have something risk free for double the price?

With a leg over the other and an arm tugged neatly underneath, your curious gaze falls onto Yang who has a pipe sitting between his fingers elegantly but it doesn't go unnoticed. "Curious?" He asked in his usual sing song tone, eyes thinning as they observes your reaction. "It smells... different to the usual tobacco you have..." That much you know but there's something different about this, something stronger and heavier. "That's because it is different!" Lan chimes in with a knowing chuckle, "A special kind that gives you a high without... y'know the crazy side effects like Red Camellia." Fei added with a slight shrug, "They're very expensive too, I'm surprised Yang even took it out of the box." The small girl added with her brows frowning slightly, that along was enough for you wanting to question Yang further.

“Enough, leave us.” Disappointment was clear as day as the twins turned in their heels, letting out a union sigh as they grumbled whilst making their way outside. You promised you’d visit the market with Lan and Fei today after all, that’s why you are here, to ask Yang for permission. “I—“

As soon as those golden eyes met yours, a shiver instinctively creeped its way towards your core. Cheeks flushed, it was too late to look away. “Come, don’t make me repeat myself.” Yang’s voice sounded as alluring as the first time you met him, on that very roof top. You know better by now than to push his buttons unprovoked, every steps towards him felt heavier than the last until you were finally close enough to feel his warmth and for him to pull you into his lap without warning as per usual.

“Open” It was only natural for you to look as confused as you feel, leaning subtly against his touch whilst you wonder what Yang meant and so far there’s only one thing you can think of. As your open lips parted slowly, the smile that slowly spread across his lips whilst he leans back into the chair was enough to make your heart pound, “Good girl.” The way Yang’s voice rumbled through his chest was unforgettable. Suddenly, you begin to doubt if this was another one of his tricks or test your loyalty to him as your jaw begins to ache. “Yang I—“

Before you knew it, those familiar soft lips had locked themselves onto yours. The bitter taste of whatever herbs within his pipe lingered as he toyed with you, tip of Yang’s tongue brushed ever so forcefully and then soften against your tongue. Forcing you to inhale the smoke he had taken purposefully just before kissing you, Yang could never get enough of the way you struggle helplessly against his hold as your mouth moulding into his own.

A string of silver attached between the two of you when the crimson haired finally drew back, coughs from that body of yours echoed across the room. It was only natural, it takes time to get used to intoxicating things like this. “What you think?” There’s a hint of mockery in his tone, matching the smirk that lingers across those delicate features. Of course Yang wasn’t expecting you to take enjoyment in this, he expected you to kick and shove him away whilst calling him every name under the sun, explaining how you were only here for something else. Yet none of it happened, that’s when Yang heart squeezed slightly.

Did he go too far?

“Oi you—“ That’s when he spotted your expression, blissful but dizzy. Perhaps this was way too strong for someone as inexperienced as you, the way you wiggles between his lap and clawing at Yang’s chest was enough for him to indulge in this. The panic melts into amusement as those golden eyes observes your actions, “What is it? I can’t hear you.”

“I want more.”

Found this in my draft and thought you’d enjoy this @jozhenji

[sailxrmxrs]

i hadn't written for bloomic in a hot sec and the first one back was onionthief? ignore that this is being posted after quest djskgls. anyway it is onion boy's birthday so therefore today u are all onion enjoyers bc them's the rules. in celebration have something from the dusty corners of my brain bc onion deserves a little happy as a treat. also bc it gives me an excuse to write bloomic fic again hehe. is this also a little self indulgent bc i want more soft onion content? oh most definitely but that's basically my entire tumblr at this point lmao. and now i guess i go hibernate until quest's birthday goodbye gamers and enjoy the cute onion vibes.

Onion always found this time of year to be his favourite. The passing of summer meant long gone were the painfully hot days and in their place was a persistent breeze that left the tip of his nose and ears permanently flushed a slight tinge of pink from the cold. But he gladly took the chill over humid days stuck inside while working on some summer college project. As the autumn weather crept closer, he felt far more at home. It also happened to be the same time as his birthday, an occasion that Onion was not overly fond of. It wasn't that he disliked the day or what it signified, but he also didn't particularly care about it either. Every year was the same routine, go home to visit his family, eat enough cake to leave him so tired of it that he wouldn't want another slice until his birthday the following year, and then he'd take himself off to his room to finish work for his upcoming semester classes. This year he'd expected to be no different until a certain someone had found their way into the Blooming Panic server he'd also frequented in the last few years. Meeting you had altered many things in Onion's life, his priorities suddenly shifting the closer the two of you became. It took him some getting used to, sharing so much of himself with another. But as his birthday neared, Onion was coarsing with an excitement like no other he'd felt at this time of year.

Due to an unfortunate class schedule, he'd had to delay plans of going home to spend time with his family. It wasn't ideal, but he knew he could cope with the change when he made plans to spend the night on a call with you. After all, what better way to celebrate his birthday than with the person he cares for most? Throughout the entire day he operated on what felt like sheer muscle memory. His mind was elsewhere, drifting away to thoughts of you when he really should have been taking notes. One day of inattention was worth it. But what had started as pure, unadulterated excitement and anticipation soon became restless concern. By now he usually would've seen a message or two displayed on his phone of you sharing what you'd eaten for lunch that day or a photo of you spending time with a friend. Those frequent daily updates were what kept Onion motivated throughout the day—little reminders of affection to combat the physical distance that impeded your relationship. He noticed their absence like a gaping hole in his chest. What started as occasional glances became frequent scrolling of any place you might message, just in case he'd missed something. That was, until the professor noticed his blatant distraction and directly called upon him to pay more attention. Onion's face turned bright red as he pocketed the phone, adamant he wouldn't look until the end of the day. Maybe you were just busy. Or your phone had ran out of battery because you'd forgotten to charge it the night before. While unlikely, these things did happen. And that thought was the only string of thread holding him back from imagining far worse scenarios.

The remainder of the day passed by in a blur, Onion's thoughts half on his classes and half drifting elsewhere, wondering what you might be doing. He hated how clingy he felt, silently willing his phone to buzz with a new message. But every time it happened and he lunged to look at the screen, disappointment would mar his features when he saw yet another ridiculous message from Nightowl or Xyx. The two, it seemed, had been scheming of all the ways they could bother Onion on his birthday. Any other day he would entertain them both with snarky replies and teasing quips but today his heart just wasn't in it. Truthfully all he wanted at this point was to get home and let himself wallow in uncharacteristic self pity for an hour before calling his family and going to bed. His journey home was uneventful as the rest of the day had been, weariness tugging on Onion's limbs as he finally made it past the threshold of his apartment door; his shoes and jacket were gone in an instant, the bag of textbooks dumped unceremoniously on the floor as he made a beeline for his bedroom. He was lying with his face buried in a pillow when his phone buzzed once more in his pocket with incoming birthday messages from the server members, all excited and asking about his plans. Onion scrolled through and sent half-hearted replies, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth when he saw you weren't online and that you hadn't been online all day. He knew it was irrational to be so affected by the possibility that you were busy. But on his birthday? Maybe you'd forgotten, or maybe you were just waiting until he got home from class to see how he was doing.

Before Onion could let his mind dwell on it much longer, he decided to bite the bullet and just text you to see how you were doing. It couldn't hurt, after all, and it would only serve to ease his mind whenever you replied. Onion waited with baited breath as he started at the screen, watching the 'delivered' message turn to 'seen'. He bolted upright with his phone in hand as he waited for an incoming reply that never came. So were you just ignoring him? Was this some mean joke you were playing on him, spurred on by Nightowl or Xyx perhaps? As he was about to toss his phone across the room, a knock sounded at the door. Onion debated just ignoring it and taking a nap but the responsible side of his brain took over and had him dragging himself to answer the door. When he opened it and registered who was stood before him, Onion felt the breath leave his lungs. He'd expected it to be one of his neighbours asking to borrow something or complain about the noisy neighbour down the hall. Never in a thousand years would he have thought he'd see you stood there, beaming with unbridled joy at the genuine surprise on his face.

"Bet you didn't expect this, did you?" You teased, walking past Onion into his apartment as he moved to the side, still stunned by your appearance. Waving a hand in front of him, you laughed as he blinked and his eyes refocused on you.

"What are you doing here?" The question was so genuine, the shock still stinging his fingertips as they instinctively pushed the door closed while Onion's eyes did not leave yours for even a second.

"Last time I checked it was someone's birthday. Kind of an important day, don't you think? Not something I'd really want to miss," you reply as you set down the small suitcase of clothes you'd brought along to stay for the week. "Sorry I didn't text earlier. I wanted to but with the flight and getting over here there wasn't really much time. Plus I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

Onion nodded, everything finally weaving into something that made sense. "Yeah, no danger in that, babe. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me," he added, his voice humourous and joking as he pulled you in close, hands gentle in their approach. Despite how relaxed he tried to seem, it was clear there had been a genuine worry swimming in his thoughts at your silence.

Reaching a hand to cup his cheek, you whispered. "I'd never forget you. Not this birthday or any birthday after this one. You're too special to me."

Tears collected in Onion's eyes as he cleared his throat, moving away so that you wouldn't notice. "Did you eat on the plane? Or do you want to order something in?"

"Ah, ah no subject changing, sir. It's your birthday and therefore it's Onion appreciation hours."

The deadpan look he offered was devoid of any amusement, a pure pretense so as to hopefully escape your honeyed words of adoration that always made him blush. While he certainly loved to hear it, knowing you'd be able to see, and poke fun, at how flustered he really became around you was a mortifying thought. "No. Food. What do you want."

"You're no fun," you pouted, playfully poking his arm before turning to the bags sitting at your feet. "But there's no need to order anything because I'm the bestest partner ever and already picked a little something up on the way here! So you better sit your ass on the couch and eat up before it gets cold."

"You sound like my mom." Despite his complaining, Onion followed your instruction and took up his usual spot in front of the laptop he always kept on the coffee table for late night watching over dinner. It didn't take long for the substantial mass of food to become little more than a small box of leftovers for the following day. Onion was now sunk back into the sofa, an arm lazily hanging around your shoulder with his glasses left on the table. It was rare to see him not wearing them. So much so that he had slight indentations on the side of his nose that were a shade paler than the rest of his face. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the very tops of his cheeks as he tried to fight off the sleepiness.

"You're so adorable," you sighed, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair as you admired him.

He didn't move nor open his eyes to reply. "I don't have the energy to fight you on this right now but know that I would if I did." His voice was lower and his words ever so slightly slurred with the tiredness that crept closer the longer he remained still in his spot on the sofa. It took everything in you not to snap a picture and post it in the server. They knew you were with Onion but even in his satiated sleepiness, he'd still not appreciate them seeing him like this. Though the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of his sleepy smile was too pressing and within seconds the image was set as your phone background.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Onion murmured, opening one eye to glare at you though you knew without his glasses you were an unfocused image to him right now.

"If you want to change it, then come and get it," you teased as you stood from the sofa, waving your phone in front of you. Onion's smile grew and he reached for his glasses. However he didn't follow you in rising from the seat and instead leaned back again, a burst of energy spurring his infectious smile.

"Nah. I'll let you keep it. So long as you let me take one of you too." He pondered for a moment, eyes trailing over you still standing. "Or actually..." Onion leaned forward, hand reaching for your wrist as he pulled you in and catching you in his embrace. His lips were warm against yours, a kiss that had your thoughts spinning as it stole your breath away. Then a small camera shutter sounded but the sudden absence of Onion's lips was all you could think about.

His eyes dragged slowly from your lips up to your eyes, surveying every inch of your flushed face. "Perfect." Onion lifted his spare hand, thumb gently dancing over your bottom lip as you remained transfixed under his gaze.

"Hey, guess what," he whispered, voice quiet yet the only sound you could ever wish to hear in that moment.

"What?"

"I love you." Onion punctuated the confession with another gentle kiss, proclaiming all the words and emotion that lingered in his heart that he couldn't quite say. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and for Onion, the softness with which he held your face shouted and screamed all the unspoken feelings that flooded every vein of his body; an all-consuming and ever present adoration that he doubted he'd ever be able to truly put into words. The words were never strong enough, never good enough, to accurately depict all that he felt every time he looked at you, touched you, heard your voice calling his name. To even think that he could regard someone like you in this manner felt like some dream promising him a lifetime of eternal happiness. And it was a dream he intended to hold onto, for as long as you reached for his hand.

[ayaspen]

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[otomeluvr]

WHEN YOU'RE INTERESTED IN SOMEONE ELSE.

FANDOM. piofiore no banshou INCLUDES. dante, gil, nicola, orlok, yang + secret route GENRE. mild angst WARNINGS. spoilers for piofiore secret route, personal interp of characters, mentions of disease and cancer NOTES. first piece of writing on the internet and it's not proofread lol. criticism and feedback welcome. reader is gn. MINORS DNI.

DANTE FALZONE

he resigns himself to immutable culpability, unable to be eroded by the shifting sands of time. his thoughts are consumed by all his missteps, how he should've proceeded when reconciling his feelings for you. dante assumes full responsibility for his inaction, though he's unwilling to explore the nuance of your feelings for someone else— was it truly a matter of words unsaid or was he never a contender altogether? this must be fate, and he believes in its permanence. just as you can never love him, he will never love again. he did this to himself, and so, he must accept the consequences. dante walks a tightrope of detachment... or so he would like to believe. in actuality, the only rope between the two of you is the one you've unknowingly fashioned into a marionette string. he's a helpless puppet, still manipulated by you. while dante denies his interest in you, he's still swayed by each and every of your decisions, miraculously and devotedly showing up whenever you need him. dedicated to you even as you pledge yourself to another. it's sinful for a man of god to idolize another, yet dante worships you as he always has, words of dissent empty.

the scant hours of sleep that he's allotted are spent committing you to memory. he's fearful of your commitment to another, how it could cause a rift between you and him, and that you will be fated to the hollow existence of a memory. dante tosses beneath sheets, each woven fabric burdening his mind, the stitching scratching at him as if the ask the grating question: were his tracks covered?

it was dante's personal mission to ensure that there was no confusion about his feelings towards you, that he had never once thought of the union of the two of you. he would politely soak up whatever information you cared to share about the object of your affection, only to wring it out with despair in private, oscillating between a never ending cycle of why isn't that me? and it's my fault it ended up this way. the only place things are as they once were are in his dreams, but his reality was far too soul crushing to inspire any fantasies.

GILBERT REDFORD

there's no honor in suffering in silence. he resists allowing this development to spiral the three of you into melodrama, refusing to sensationalize his descent into despondency. instead, gil embodies a chivalrous mindsent, asserting that this is certainly a matter of the best man winning. he's not a man to adopt a fatalistic approach to the relationship between the two of you. rather, gil demonstrates his attributes fairly, broadcasts his affections valiantly. never once does he make it about the person you're interested, as all gil's efforts are reserved to build the two of you up rather than tear down whomever has captured your heart. there is somewhat of a high to indulge in during this battle, though gil would resent to have it reduced to some game. he takes the two of you seriously, and if in the end he cannot measure to your standards, gil loses with grace. that's not to say it wouldn't tear him up, but your happiness takes precedent. what kind of man would he be otherwise?

"i'll tell you every chance you give me," gil purred. his lithe fingers encircled your wrist as you turned from him, and he exacted the perfect amount of grace in twirling you back into his chest. your eyesight became an onslaught of pinstripes, mind eased by that warm carmalized scent. "there's nothing i want more than you." slowly, gil's hands found their way to your waist, and when they found no resistence, they continued to traverse. "how shall i prove it today?" it was then that his fingers kneaded the back of your thighs, sinking in and hoisting you into his arms. with your legs secure around his midsection, a cheeky grin blossomed across gil's face. "like i said, i'll tell you how much i want for you at every turn... but what does it really mean if i don't back it up with actions?"

NICOLA FRANCESCA

his yearning for you is suspended in the frozen lake in the cavernous final depth of hell. never would nicola francesca betray such a sentiment before your very eyes. of course, he's liable to tease you when you begin to stray too far outside his reach. nicola has watched you fawn over another for quite some time, and as the days become weeks and the weeks become months, he percolates over the thought of pulling the rug out from beneath the object of your affection. the musing drips through the cracks of his better judgement like some form of torture, and he ultimately capitulates to the need to actualize his attachment to you in the form of sinking his fangs into the one that caught your eye. whatever deeper feelings nicola allows to remain unsaid between the two of you, he allows himself to take out on others, all the while causing whiplash to you. it's an intense game of hot and cold until he intimidates your darling into abandoning whatever was coming to fruition between you. with the satisfaction of your liberation set before him, nicola finally raises his glass to toast his feast: you.

"where's that little bird that used to hang around you?" his voice remained even, unassuming as the two of you fell into simultaneous step. with practiced fluidity, nicola eased the bag you were carrying to his own arms, playing up the angle of nobility he was perceived to harbor. "that's a shame." nicola whistled upon hearing that things were left unresolved between you and them. just for a moment, he allowed his veneer to evanesce and the ghost of malice manifested on his face in the shape of a smile. nicola had made short work of your darling, subtly bullying them into giving you the cold shoulder. never would he so flagrantly threaten the life of an innocent party, but he would not take responsibility for their fears coming to such a conclusion. "what do you say to a cafe au lait to make up for it? it'll be my treat." nicola sank into the shared routine you two shared. he had felt a progressive sense of urgency to rid the obstacle between the two of you, though now that it was eliminated, why not resume that teasing speed until his resolve was finally broken?

ORLOK

he's hyperaware of you, yet lacks the literacy to read your feelings on that person you're always eyeing. orlok just knows it's different. he knows that he's not reflected in your eyes in such a tender manner. what begins with a hunch actualizes before his very eyes. much like dante, orlok is met with the proclamation of your love; however, it's not for him. he's not equipped to process this unrelenting sensation of loss, as he had failed to discern the bleeding gradations of his feelings for you. it stunts his ability to articulate his confusion, and orlok's days are tainted by apprehension. never once does his presence waver, but he finds himself second guessing what it means to do all these things for you when you defer to someone else first now. you rely on him less. is this him fading into irrelevancy? in desperation, orlok seeks the guidance of gil. clarity. that's all he needs. even if it meant his worst fears were unraveling before him.

he observes your hand clasped into another's, mulling over gil's words. it was an unintentional bout of a day late and a dollar short, which he was told implies that there is a lack of time and care put into something. apparently it was no fault of his own, mostly whatever knowledge he lacked. the corner of orlok's lips twitched in latent frustration. he was beginning to feel less of your equal and far more inferior as he obsessed over gil's words. this was inadequacy. and now you knew. you also understood orlok as inadequate. he was too young, too unsocialized, too unaware. the insecurity festered within him like some disease to which he was helpless in finding a cure for. whatever experience orlok required, he only desired to acquired from your active tutelage. instead, he would have to assume the rather passive teachings of gil, gradually learning to sort out the deeper feelings he had for you. orlok was willing to see this through, from a spark to a blaze and, if it so happened, to a snuffed flame. even if it weighed heavy on the two of you, orlok couldn't withstand the unknown. when the two of you were alone, he childishly questioned you: "what do you see me as? a younger brother?" fearing that he would never be a man in your eyes.

YANG

you were just as temporary as all things in life. nothing other than a fleeting pleasure, an ephemeral euphoria. while he mostly regards you with his usual disinterest, there are seemingly random, unprompted outbursts of his chagrin for being left in the dust. yang was possessive. to him, every union was a flag of fealty swaying in the wind, and he expected you to yield to his calling, declaring loyalties when he demanded them. now there were no longer any rendezvous to speak of between the two of you, and he was beginning to resent that perhaps it wasn't you that was a temporary fixture in his life but rather himself a temporary fixture in yours. what complex feelings for someone who wanted to entertain none of it. the thought of you was beginning to metastasize like a cancer. he blames you when he's angry, he disregards you when he can rely on someone else to fill the void in the shape of desire. he knows the mere sight of him lingering around you will scare away your new toy, and so he seeks to spoil all your fun.

"watch them run with their tail between legs." tendrils of smoke unfurled behind your head, distorting the retreating back of your darling. a haze of yang's smoke clouded your vision, though it was whisked away by him emerging into your direct line of sight. "what feeble provocation..." yang drawled, jaw tightening. "you're going to have a lot of making up to do for all this running around you've been doing." yang's hand grasped at the back of your neck, roughly canting your head so you could both make uninhibited eye contact. "it's rather annoying when my possessions grow legs that run with their thoughts. you're not just anyone, you're mine." his face was fearsome, twisted cruelly, before it conjured up images of bloodlust. "don't mistake this for some petty competition... i'll thoroughly dispose of anyone that thinks it is."

SECRET ROUTE

he's much older, and often the adage is with age comes wisdom... though the latter half and often unfinished sentiment is that "sometimes age comes alone." was he a wise man... henri wasn't quite sure anymore. wise men didn't foolishly concoct banal, asinine fantasies that hinged on the flighty young things, ones with brighter futures that expanded far outside his scope of possibility. henri was a man wasted, a man with one purpose, and he usually knew better than to let himself get so distracted. he went weeks without popping back into your life, and he was beginning to question if this lunacy was layered. henri was punishing himself to getting enamored, and he was punishing himself for noticing that in the lapse between being in your life that you had found stability elsewhere. he was tormented by this— whatever this was. henri finds himself keeping tabs on your darling, and he makes his disdain known when he digs up the rather unsavory parts of their life. while he agonizes over dedicating himself to you, he disapproves of whatever you have without so much as offering any solutions. henri is passively driving a wedge between you and them, inciting fear in your mind in hopes that you will decide the choice he's implying is the right one: him.

"you have to make the choice," henri urges. his voice is that usual melancholy drone despite his words phrased as a plea. never mind that he often thought ill of his fascination with you, and never mind that that one virtuous part of him couldn't demand that you picked him. he was contradicting himself at every turn, driven to his wit's end, and yet, you were there at every bend in his meandering thoughts. "i..." henri sighed, running his hand through your hair. he wasn't sure what to say. he'd given you all the details. he just hoped you made the right choice in the end in spite of himself. "it's all about what you want." the way he phrased it was like you wanted something bad, though henri wasn't sure if he was the bad thing or your darling was, even as he campaigned against them.

[your-1up-girl]

Neither Did I (Nicola Francesca x Fem!Reader)

Happy birthday to my love @sammilimyy I wanted to make something for you again this year so I figured I'd do alittle something something for your best Italian boi. I hope you like it Sam! You are so special to me and I am always greatful to have you in my life! I love you so much my love!

Word count: 3748

Warnings: Angst with fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of WWI, probably incorrect historical facts? it's been a while, maybe OOC Nicola? (I broke him tbh), may have romanticized the Mafia (honestly the Mafia talk is so little that this warning may be unnecessary) so please understand that this is a work of FICTION and not meant to be taken seriously, the Mafia irl is messed up sooooo yeah, semi-edited, no beta we die like men or whatever

Ever since you were little, your mother used to tease you about how, “Nicola Francessca was going to marry you.” Obviously, being a child you had no idea how she would come to that conclusion. To you, Nicola was the person you could rely on. As a child he was there when you were upset for whatever reason. He was your guardian angel through it all. There were many nights you could remember of just spending time on one of the old rooftops in town and gaze into the brilliant sky together. You saw him and his family as part of your own and they welcomed you with open arms. Well, at least Dante and Gullia did. Nicola saw them as the most important people in his life at the time so only saw their introductions and approval as necessary. Your childhood with him was one that was constantly filled with laughter. There wasn’t a moment when you were not with him. 

Time passed; both of you grew and, of course, so did your feelings. While Dante continued to have that baby brother charm you loved to tease him about, Nicola, you began to see in a different light. Your smile changed when you were with him, the way his hand felt in yours felt different, and the sound of your name falling from his lips became more and more special. Nicola too changed. Long gone was the scrawny boy you would playfully make fun of. Now, he has somehow grown into an attractive young man. And somehow, said man seemed to know this effect he had on you. Many times during your teens he would jest and tease about how you always looked away when he smiled at you. Or how you got tongue tied when he tossed any sort of praise your way. 

It was embarrassing really how flustered you got around him. In your mind, it was only a one way feeling, but Nicola felt the same way. Your eyes grew bright when he showed you a part of town you didn’t know, or when he brought you sweets and coffee out of the blue just to see your excitement at what new dulce he has brought you today. Everything you did seemed to strike him through the heart. Time and time again, he was resorted to putty in his hands at your voice and any type of request you gave him.

“Nicola, can we go to the garden today?”

“I know you’re busy but, do you think we can get more treats from the bakery?”

“Won’t you come in? Mia Mamma made enough dinner to feed five of us.”

How could he resist you? You who looked at him like he was your world. He didn’t realize when it happened but during the moments spent together, a treasured calm from the storm of the Mafia life, he had fallen for you. You made him want to be a better man. Nicola craved for your touch. Any opportunity he could get to hold your hand was a gift he didn’t want to let go of. Leaning on your shoulder while you sat, holding you close to him when it got cold and you forgot to bring a shall, laying his head on your lap. It was all the soft, innocent touch that he wanted. He couldn't go too far however, all of them must remain–friendly? Yes, friendly. Two young teenagers who found comfort in each other. Nothing more, nothing less. But what if he wanted it to be more?

“Hey, Nicola?” It was late in the afternoon. You both decided to walk around the town even if Nicola’s father wanted him home but he never listened to what that bastard had to say. Nicola held your hand as you strolled down the cobblestone streets taking in the setting sun and soon blooming night-life the town had to offer. 

“Yes Darling?” The pet name he honored you with always caused you to shy away. It was subtle this time, but Nicola saw the way you smiled at the ground and felt the way you squeezed his hand a bit more lovingly. 

“Nicola,” Composing yourself, you began again. “What am I to you?” It was an unexpected question and caused him to just barely falter in the pase he set with you but luckily you didn’t notice the slip.

“What are you to me?”

“Yes.” The young girl gazed up at him with brilliant eyes full of adoration. 

Damn it, she’s going to bring me to an early grave.

“You are very special to me my dear. I always look forward to the time we get to spend together.” Then he stopped, turned you to face him, and brought your mouth to his lips. He gave you nothing more than a chaste kiss but somehow, you felt like it was enough for the time being. “There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.”  Amore mio, he wanted to add that. How desperately he wanted to add those two small words to fortify this relationship with you. But he couldn’t. He was only 17 and you 16, there was that small chance, that small seed of doubt that, once it takes root, is sometimes impossible to remove. So he remained in this space with you. Mutual pining that neither of you were ready to confront. 

And you were both happy. Soon, when the time was right, you both would express your mutual feelings for each other and from there you would live a long, happy life with him. Oh how silly you were. 

In 1914, an announcement was made, one that many knew was coming. The Kingdom of Italy had officially joined the war. Any young man at the age of 18, would be drafted to fight alongside the Central Powers. And of course Nicola Francessca was one of those chosen men.

It was depressing really, the only ones who saw him off were you, Dante, and Gullia. Dante, of course, held it together better than Gullia did, she practically saw Nicola as her own son. Both of them said their heartfelt goodbyes and they gave you a moment with him. 

“H-”

“You shouldn’t have to go.” You spoke with a strain in your voice and refused to meet his sapphire eyes. Nicola saw as spots of the ground got darker from your falling tears. “But you’re leaving, for who knows how long, and-and I-” You broke the sentence and raised the back of your hand to your hidden face. 

“Hey-”

“How will I contact you? What if they don’t allow letters? Or what if something happens to you? How will Gullia know? How will Dante? How will-”

“Look at me amore mio.”  Nicola’s voice was soft and secure. But the calmness of his tone wasn’t what made you look at him. He’s never called you that before. Nicola wrapped one hand around your head, fingers lacing into your hair, placed his bags on the ground and brought you to his chest. He held you there for who knows how long and the shock on your face must have been a sight to see. “I promise nothing will happen. I guarantee you that I'll only be gone for a few months.” Then he chuckled, the vibrations bringing you some kind of comfort, “Or don’t tell me, you’ve become so attached to the hip that you can survive a few little months without me?” A scoff left your lips. Part of you was upset that he dared tease you at a time like this but a bigger part felt that same comfort you always did. You wrapped your arms around his waist and closed your eyes. You took in the feel of his clothes against your skin. The way his arms felt around you. The scent of the cologne he always wore ever since you bought it for his birthday years ago. But most importantly you listened carefully to his heartbeat.

Thum-bum.

Thum-bum.

Thum-bum.

It truly calmed you. Nicola calmed you. You listened to that steady beat as he held you. 

“I promise, I’ll come back to you. I told you before, there isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you.” His heartbeat didn’t waver. You could trust him.

A sniffle escaped and you buried your face into his uniform. “I’m holding you to that.” A chuckle verberated again in his chest. When the train whistled, you finally broke apart. Nicola wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and picked up his bags. His back turned to you and he walked to the train door entrance, handed the conductor his ticket and that was that.

As you walked back to Gullia and Dante, a dark thought crossed your mind. The thought that that possibly was the last time you’d ever see Nicola again. The tears came again. It was frustrating really. Gullia saw your plight and held you as you both walked. Danted gave you a handkerchief to dry your tears, and you whispered, “There’s still so much I need to tell him. Why didn’t I tell him?” Not knowing what to say, Gullia could only tighten her grip, and Dante held your hand in comfort.

He was a liar Nicola. You knew it was childish but you truly thought that he would only be gone for a few months. A few months had passed and he still wasn’t home. It made you cry even now, as you packed your bags. Burlone had gotten too dangerous with the war. More soldiers had been stationed in town and the government had gotten forceful on many of the residents. You and your Mamma had to leave. She said that you would stay with a family member up north. It was calmer, she claimed. You barely had time to say goodbye to Dante or Gullia. You both made your escape from the town. Two pricey tickets later, you and your Mamma left. You heard her light snores and the clacking of the train filled the ride. As you gazed out the window, the only thing you could think about was how thankful you were to have that last moment with Nicola.

Years passed. 

The war was over.

Italy had won? Lost? You didn't care anymore. Your Mamma had somehow found a way to get your old house back. You didn't think that you would see it again. The sights and sounds. It would take a while but eventually you figured things would return to some type of normalcy. It had been nearly four years since you last saw Burlone. Since you last seen Dante, Gullia-

And Nicola. 

He never wrote to you. There was a small hope that when you got to your old home there would have been a pile of letters just waiting for you, but now. Just a dirty old house. A few neighbors who stayed helped you clean the place up and after a month it began to feel like you could live normally again. You began going out into town more frequently months later. Saying hello to old friends and visiting those who you could remember. And everytime without fail, you'd walk by the Falzone manor. You also never asked about Nicola. It's been long enough now that he would have come to see you. If you hadn't heard a word from him, you just assumed the worst and allowed your heart time to process it.

A few people told you that the Falzone did okay all things considered. There were a few spots here and there while the Kingdom of Italy was stationed here. But the order they kept or tried to keep was to the best of their ability.

"Oh wait, I remember you!" One bar owner exclaimed that caused nearby patrons to look as well, "You were Nicola Francesca's little girlfriend!"

"Well, yes I guess that's me. But I was never-"

"Look at how grown up you are bella! I'm sure Nicola was happy to see you once he got home."

Your head snapped up, "Nicola? He's-he's home? Alive?" 

The bar owner gave a bellowing laugh, seeming unable to understand your shock, "Why of course bella. I think I saw him walking around not too long ago. Went down the street where the cafe is." Last you knew, there wasn't a cafe that way but it's been a while so who knows. You said your thanks, secured the groceries you had, and ran in the direction he pointed. 

There just like he said, was a cafe and there sitting outside of it was Nicola. He looked older which was a given but being apart from him truly made your heart grow fonder. You wanted nothing more than to run to him. Finally tell him everything you should have said at the train station. But why didn't he come to you first? Did he even ask around if you were home or where you were? You didn't care. 

Steeling your nerves, you approached the table. But as you did, another girl sat across from him. She was beautiful to say the least but that wasn't what stopped. What stopped you was how Nicola stood from his chair to give this girl a kiss on the cheek and hold her hand as they enjoyed their coffee. 

What?

You didn't understand it at all. All this time, you thought that he would come home and you both would finally be together. Why, why was your Nicola Francesca flirting with another woman? Your heart dropped and you felt like you suddenly didn't know where you were. Feet remained unmoved as you stood there to witness it all. Only when Nicola laughed did you finally snap out of it. You turned to leave but of course-

"Oh sorry signorina, I didn't- Ah little bambina." That voice and nickname only Marcos ever called you that. 

"Hello Marcos, sorry for bumping into you but I have to leave." You made quick work to pick up the things you dropped. People were starting to stare and you wanted to go home. 

"Didn't realize you were back. It's good to see you again." 

"Same here, look Marcos, if you want to talk later I'm sure mia Mamma would love to have you over. We still live in the same house." Marcos tried to talk to you more but you took your leave. You forced yourself not to look back but you weren't strong enough. With a glance over your shoulder, you saw Nicola stare at your retreating body. Mouth ajar and a mix of shock and something else written on his face.

A day passed, then two, it wasn't until the third day that Nicola showed up at your door. Your mom welcomed him with open arms talking about how handsome he was and how it's been too long. You heard it all from your bedroom upstairs but didn't make an effort to see him. Not until there was a small knock on your door did you move and there he stood. Nicola had on a green button up tucked into his pants. You noticed his eyes. Those gorgeous blue eyes were the same but different. It still felt like home when you looked at them but it didn't have that same light you once remembered. He also held a bouquet of pink and blue flowers, ones he knew were your favorite. None of that mattered now however.

"Is there a reason you're at my door, Francesca?" 

Ouch, fine, he deserved that one. "I came to see you."

"Yes?" You folded your arms, "Well you've seen me so now you can leave."

He ignored that comment, "I didn't know you were home. I was told that you left town soon after I left. Did you-"

"Why Nicola?" You stopped him before it could go any further. Not wanting to beat around the bush you just cut to the chase, "Why didn't you come see me when I came back?"

"Why didn't you come see me?"

Tears welled up, he had the audacity to throw the question back at you? "I heard nothing from you once you left. I thought you died, Nicola. At the train station, you said you would come back. You said that I was special to you so-so why didn't you-Why did it take you so long?" 

He didn't have an answer.

"An-an-and why," Damnit, keep it together. Do not cry in front of him, it's not worth it. "Why were you with that other woman? Is that what you are now? A shameless flirt? There isn’t ever a moment where I don’t think about you. Did those words mean anything to you Nicola? Because they meant the world to me." 

It was silent and before you knew it, you had closed the door on him. You thought that was the end. Truly you did. But the next night while your mom went to dinner with Marco, Nicola arrived once again. 

"Let me in. Please?"

You sighed and against your better judgment allowed him entry. A shoe box was tucked in his arms. You led him to your room and sat on your bed and him in a chair and waited. 

"I want to explain everything to you and then you can decide if you want me to leave, okay?" You nodded with crossed arms. Nicola then took a deep breath before continuing. “Not that this would make you feel any better, or to make myself look better, but I didn’t write to Gullia either. The only person who I wrote to was Dante.” You scoffed, “Just hold on. There was a reason for it.” The grip he had on the box seemed to loosen as he hung his head. “There was nothing to write home about in the trenches. Everyday I would see someone else lose a life out there. I thought that being in the Mafia I'd seen it all but-There were somethings I just couldn’t get over.” He stopped for a moment. By then you had unfolded your arms and softened your demeanor. You reached out to hold his hand and he turned it over to hold it back tightly.

“Oh Nicola. I had no idea.”

“No. You didn’t. But that’s how I wanted it to be. I’m not the same man I was when I left. No man out there ever comes back the same. Sometimes, while we tried to sleep, they would play loud music or make noise to keep us awake. I thought I would lose my mind. When it was all over, when they said we could go home, I didn't feel like I was good for you any more. I didn’t feel like I was the same man you cared for. The same man that you found comfort in died. I’m all that’s left.”

His breath was shaking. All you could do was sit, hold his hand, and listen. You felt useless but you hoped that it brought Nicola some type of comfort.

“I came home. I did my best to continue where I left off. I asked Gullia about you. She said you had moved to a safer place and felt relieved. I didn’t have to face you as I am now. But then you came back. I saw you on the first day you came to the town. Graceful, talking to everyone like you never left, and all smiles. Beautiful, beautiful smiles. You were so happy, I didn’t want to ruin that. I flirted with other women to forget about you but I knew where my heart lied.” Finally, he let go of your hand. Nicola took the shoe box he had and placed it in your lap; it was heavier than you expected. “I remember everything I said to you at that train station.” He gestured for you to open the box. When you did, the tears that welled up began to fall. 

They were letters in unopened envelopes all addressed to you. You went through a few in Nicola’s presence and continued to cry. All of them talking about how much he missed you. How much he longed to be by your side again. Your heart felt like it would burst from this overwhelming feeling.

There was a raspiness in your voice, “You-you never sent them.”

“It didn’t feel right. I just needed you to know,” Nicola got up and placed his lips against your cheek. One hand played with your hair and he took a deep breath of your familiar scent. The scent and feel of something he missed for so long. “I never stopped thinking about you.”  He kissed your cheek. Then stayed there. In between shaky breaths you said.

“I don’t want you to leave me. Please, not again.”  The breath he held was released, he was at ease with his heart and mind. You brought him into a hug and he wasted no time to return it. He laid you back on the bed and you took him into your chest. He found solace in being with you. As he rested, you played with his hair, running your fingers through them as both your breaths steadied. After all this time, you had him here. He wasn’t going anywhere, you were going to make sure of that. Nicola picked up his head and gazed into your eyes. A hand brushed his bangs out of his face so you could get a better look at him. Yes, he was different. He wasn’t the same; but you didn’t care. He was here and he was yours and you his. He cupped your cheek and brought you in for a kiss. The kiss was years in the making as you both secured the relationship. Your lips meshed with one another in imperfect harmony. It was somewhat unconventional but neither cared. You leaned in more to just taste more of him, all of him. It was intoxicating. 

When you broke apart, his cheek made a home against your neck as you planted kiss after kiss on his head. Nicola wrapped his arms around you and once again laid with you. Playing with his hair, the tears had stopped and you felt like you could breathe once more. He had softly whispered “I won’t leave you again amore mio.” 

You thought back to his words again, “You truly never stopped thinking about me?”

“Not once.”

You smiled and, holding him tighter, responded, “Neither did I."

[the-scythes-pen]

General Otome Games Masterlist

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ANGST

Saint Germain x Reader - L’Amour dans la Mort

Shiraishi x Reader - If Rain is What You Want

Tsukuyomi x Reader - The Beast’s Den

FLUFF

Shiraishi x Reader - A Warm Place

Shiraishi x Reader - A Quiet Christmas

NSFW

1.

YANDERE

Nicola Francesca x Reader - Broken.

Saeki x Reader - Cirice

HEADCANONS

OTHER

Yang x Reader - A Birthday Letter

Yang x Reader - His Birthday

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Fluffruary Day 14 - My Love, My Life

(True Love)

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Warning This includes: SFW (Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, fluff, romance, romantic fluff, marriage party, anniversary, pregnancy, love, true love

Word Count: 1,249

Feature: Dante Falzone x Fem! Reader

Theme: True Love

@fluffruaryprompts

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You knew the day you stood in that church, putting on your veil and getting ready to walk down the isle towards Dante. This was a day to remember forever, the biggest reason why is the fact you have always known since the day that you met him that this was true love. As the finishing touches go to your dress everything seems to stop and become steal. You finally have a moment to breathe to let everything in your mind and heart to flood through the last year now of being with Dante, moving in with him, getting engaged, and now married. You stand outside the doors now that are going to change your life forever. You are a moll and everyone knows the moll to capo is dangerous to mess with so part of you feels like being his moll protects you for life.

The doors open and the bridal melody starts playing. Everyone stands and looks back towards you. Your dress fitting your curves just the way you like you feel like the most beautiful woman today. As your father clasp his arm in yours, he walks you down the isle towards Dante. As you get closer not only can you see his genuine smile but his eyes laced with tears glistening in the lights. Nicola stands behind him and he is looking at Dante's smile today too. Its not hard for anyone to know him to know he is a sad boy most times and that sad boy in the last year has smiled more and more with you than he ever did before you. As you get to the alter your father hands you over to Dante, and he takes your hand to gently guide you to the alter where the vows will be said next.

The vows were sweet you remember that but yet you can't remember the exact words. All those memories still laced in your mind on your wedding day back. Now you are just standing in the garden its a bit chilly tonight when you feel Dante cloak his jacket over you as he wraps his arms around your waist. He whispers in your ear "Another beautiful morning in the garden with my darling wife." You can't help but smile, but he is right being his wife has been the best memories of your life as of yet. You sigh then respond to him as you look back at him "I love being your wife any morning, and every morning for the last year." He kissed your lips so softly before lacing his fingers between yours and walking you back inside. You married him a year ago, today is your anniversary and Nicola wanted to make a big deal about it so they are doing a party into the evening. In your heart you know although at the time the wedding was beautiful it comes no where close to the love in the last year spent with him.

You have decided to share at the party a bit of news and you had been deciding whether to share with Dante before or during that is until you notice one flicker of sadness in his eyes when gazing into them. You reach to his cheek and caress it "What is wrong my love?" It is all you could say but you never wanted to see him sad you have always been there to make him happy. He sighs before telling you "I was just thinking about how much my mom would have loved you." Your heart was warmed by his gesture but also understands why it is a sad moment undertone. He lost her at a young age you were sure that his life would have been different and he may have never met you if not. You have a long talk with him as you walk back to your room. Letting him know that you are sure she would have been so happy for him, there was obviously no room to mention anything that would hurt him more. You made the decision to try to up his spirits.

Soon as you two walk in the bedroom you turn to him as if trying to figure out how you want to start it. He notices your pause as he caresses your cheek before softly kissing your lips. "What is it my love?" His words echoing in your ears as you bite your bottom lip. "I want to tell you something now before the rest of the party knows tonight." You had his full attention as he perked up when he heard you. He takes your hand walks you over to the bed as he holds you close. "What is it?" You could tell with the shakiness in his voice he was surely scared and anxious to what you were going to say. Of the time you been with him you have always found when it comes to serious talks he always is afraid your going to abandon him. Abandonment issues is something Dante suffers with so you have to constantly tell him he is stuck with you, or you can't live with out him. It works for a little bit until he lets his mind get the best of him the next time around.

You smile at him hoping he is going to be happy with your news. "You're going to be a daddy!" You could tell when he gasped and went quiet it was his mind trying to wrap itself around what you just said. Dante does alot of thinking before he ever speaks out when something surprises him especially. He wants to make sure whatever he says that the words don't come off ill willed. He honestly is such a caring moment. As you watch and wait for a response you see a small smile curve up his mouth. His eyes meet yours and your heart wants to beat out of your chest. Its the way he looks at you like your souls are one, like true love has taken you to new heights. It is true you do need him in your life and without him you really don't want to be anywhere else. He leans in smiling now as he kisses you long and passionate. It was an amazing kiss that felt like he consumed you in before he broke away. "I'm so happy right now, I can't wait to start our family."

Later that evening at the party Dante wasted no time getting everyone's attention. For someone who isn't much of a extrovert he was so proud of the woman he had married a year ago as well as the baby you two were going to have. The room went dead quiet as he boasted about you and the baby like the rest of the world somehow didn't matter anymore. Every kind word, every romantic sentence was all about him expressing his love and adoration to you. Nicola congratulated us and hugged Dante tight. We had decided to let him know we had already planned on making him and Leo uncles to our baby. Your journey to get here wasn't always easy but as Dante holds your hand to his chest letting you feel his heart beat you knew everything was worth it to get here to this moment. He kissed you deeper and more passionate that every time before it. Your heart was happy, your life complete since you found the love of your life.

[xxsycamore]

Hello! Can you do day 2 with Dante x female reader? ❤️ so happy to see piofiore! Thanks!

a/n: So sorry for the long wait! From the moment I got this request I knew i'd love every second of writing it, and I was right...hope you enjoy! ❤❤❤

𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐥𝐢 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐃𝐢 𝐂𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐚

↬ 🤍  Dante gifts you something very special to wear behind closed doors tonight.

Dante Falzone x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Lingerie; Strip Tease; Glove Kink; Pet Names; Dirty Talk; Naked Female Clothed Male; Light Dom/sub • wordcount: 1,248 • masterlist

• Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that’s right, last year’s one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY2: SEXY LINGERIE

Stepping into the luxuriously furnished room, you see the silhouette of a man - your capo, unmistakably - standing tall with his back to you. The room is dimly lit, submerged in shadows cast by just a few candles. Dante finishes lighting the last one before turning to the gramophone instead.

He adjusts the needle carefully and soon the air fills with the sultry sounds of jazz, just a little above a whisper. It's only then that Dante grants you his attention.

"I've been waiting for you."

You feel the need to summon a little extra courage as you take another step, your high heels clacking against the glossy flooring in time with the notes. At last, Dante sits on his armchair, facing you.

Hoping the small breath you take is unnoticeable even for the observant man in front of you, you begin to open your coat.

Dante's fingers are drumming against the chair's armrest while he watches you.

"Take your time. Don't rush it."

You bite on your bottom lip, acknowledging his wish even if it makes the blood rush to your face and make it oh so hot. You do as told, keeping eye contact as those piercing blue eyes follow your every move. In the middle of one of your alluring moves, just as you're with your back to the capo, you begin to shrug off the coat.

Candlelight licks your bare shoulders and back, and you admire the long flickering shadows at your feet for a second before turning around to Dante. Your coat hangs low now, and with a swift, well-timed maneuver of your hips and your hands, it falls off completely.

Dante remains still, his humming just barely audible yet still able to be picked over the low music.

He motions with his glove-clad hand, spin around.

Air trapped in your lungs, you put yourself on display for him, showing off exactly what he wanted to see since you first stepped foot in this room.

No, earlier than that, when he put that present box in your room, along with the handwritten note that instructs to wear the box's contains under an overcoat and come visit him alone when night falls.

No, it has to be much, much earlier, when he first got his hands on this expensive white silky underwear, likely imported from abroad. You wondered what Dante thought when he bought it for you. Did he plan it all ahead in his mind, to this very moment? What about after the curtain falls on this little striptease show? Did he dream of fucking you in this underwear?

"Are you enjoying my little gift, dolcezza?"

"I do, Dante. The fabric feels nice on my skin and… I can feel your love when I wear it."

Dante raises a brow, tapping the armrest two or three more times irregularly before changing his position so now his chin is propped up on his arm instead. "Can you? So I suppose you don't need me to touch you, then."

The breath hitches in your throat, mouth drying as Dante speaks these words so naturally. Him, who you've known for his gentle love, the kindness locked under the surface of a ruthless, stoic mafia boss - now rendered almost cruel by lust, his gaze darkened by it. Being able to deprive you of his love like that, it reminds you of who exactly occupies the seat in front of you. A dangerous, powerful man.

"I need it." You wet your lips, pleading Dante with your eyes, deepening it with a whisper: "Please."

Dante tips his chin upwards just a little bit, and the warm orange and yellow light puts a hint of mercy in his icy irises. He gestures with his hand once again - this time he tells you to come closer.

You approach him, wavering for a mere second when posed with the chance to occupy his lap, but meeting no sighs of this being a misunderstanding on your part, and you oblige, afraid of making him wait.

Dante's lap is warm, and you're so very naked compared to him, it makes you shiver whole. His gloved hands ghost touches over your flushed skin, but don't touch you directly just yet - Dante captures your chin between two slender fingers to direct his next order.

"Baciami."

He wants you to kiss him, and he doesn't need to ask twice; as soon as you're given the chance, you plant a passionate kiss on the lips of your capo, licking them to savor the taste like the whipped cream of a maritozzo, going in for the best part instead of eating him up properly. Dante makes a sound resembling a tiny laughter when he notices your naughtiness, but lets you be.

In a flash, he grasps both your wrists and holds them together roughly behind your back.

He puts his other glove-clad hand in front of your cute, perplexed face.

"Take it off."

Without the use of your hands, your mind has to come up with a more creative method, and quickly. You already know how Dante wants it to be done anyway.

Forcing yourself to be steady despite your unsteady heartbeat, you lean in ever so slowly, teeth finding purchase into the very tips of his gloved fingers - and you tug, gently. Gradually, the fabric comes off.

"Brava ragazza."

Dante's praise is sweet as honey, as he knows how to make you mewl without even touching you. The echo of him calling you a good girl still swirls through your hazy mind as Dante pulls off his other glove himself in a rush, throwing it somewhere on the floor. He makes sure you're paying attention as he continues to hold your wrists with one hand, snaking the other one up your belly and chest, fondling your silk-covered breasts.

You moan softly, seeing him enjoy your lingerie and tease you at the same time. He slips his fingers under the thin fabric, gropes around, grazes your nipples through the cloth to make them hard like small diamonds. His next target is your burning heat, as he unceremoniously slides his calloused fingers inside your panties.

He finds you soaked and hot for him, your thighs trembling slightly as you readjust your position in his lap to urge him to touch you more firmly. Dante is good with you, he starts rubbing your clit right away - sparks of pleasure rock through your body, and his generosity soon morphs into merciless, continuous toying that makes a moaning mess out of you.

"Come on my fingers."

Gasping between moans of his name, you're surprised to discover it would be that easy - but your mind is free from any thoughts unrelated to the building culmination that your body demands. Rocking on Dante's hand, you trust him to hold you upright in your restrained position as you tip over the edge.

Dante kisses your nape as a voiceless praise. You take it a step further, daring and impatient even if you're yet to catch your breath, and you kiss him straight on the lips. The moment he releases your wrists, you reach for the clasp of your bra.

"No. We're leaving this on." Dante's warm hand bashes yours away, the other rubbing the front of your panties, making the wetness of your recent orgasm stain them further until they're completely soaked. "This here, too. I'm yet to get my fill of the pretty sight you make, my bella. Won't you indulge me for a little longer?"

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pov you've woken up and there's snow everywhere outside so plans have to change. what do. are we building snowmen? having a snowball fight? staying indoors and wrapped in a blanket? the answer is all of the above. it is entirely too cold rn so this is the ideal way to cope ofc. i was going to write and post this along with other hcs sooner but then december things happened and i got wildly busy. also hades. sigh. c'est la vie. enjoy the snowy softness gamers!!

♡ leo ♡

The moment Leo had laid eyes on the thick blanket of snow that adorned the streets beyond his living room window, he had texted you to announce his coming over. It wasn't a question, but a promise brimming with certainty. He'd offered no other explanation or inclination as to what he had in mind for the day ahead but knowing Leo it was sure to be far more exciting than the day of errands and chores you'd been putting off all week. When he arrived on your doorstep not half an hour later with a deep blue scarf peeking above the collar of his coat and a hat and gloves to match, Leo was beaming with rosy cheeks from the winter air. He looked adorable with his snowy backdrop, all bundled up to fight the biting chill in the air. He entered through the threshold of your door, a snowflakes tumbling into a tiny pile of snow at his feet while you pulled your own warm garments on.

"So what did you have in mind for today? I saw Brooklyn went ice skating the other day so we could try that out?"

Leo shook his head, snow shaking off his hair with the movement. "Another day, maybe. But not today. We need to make the most of the snow outside while it's thick enough!"

Humouring his childlike excitement, you asked, "And how do you intend on doing that?"

"By building a snowman," Leo stated matter-of-factly. His face was overflowing with genuine sincerity. He was completely serious in wanting to build snowmen out in the street beside your home.

"But it's so cold," you complained, already feeling the inevitable numbness striking your extremities after enough time outside bracing the elements. Leo wasn't having any of it, declaring how he would carry you inside and layer you up with blankets and a hot chocolate the moment your fingertips began to hurt from the cold. Knowing Leo, he was probably entirely serious about that too.

"Come on," he pleaded. "Don't make me sing the Frozen song at you. I'll do it." His threats were a poor attempt at intimidation, as though the threat of him singing was anything but a delightful promise you were intent on holding him to. But there was something in the hopeful sparkle of his eyes and the way his hands were clasped in yours that you just couldn't say no. Besides, how long had it been since you'd built a snowman? And how long had it been since the snow had settled deep enough to do anything substantial with it?

"Bold of you to assume I don't want to hear you sing out on the street. But fine. Only if you pinkie promise to make that hot chocolate." Leo didn't hesitate to accept your terms, grinning from ear to ear as he reached for your wrist to lead you outside and onto the snow trodden path. There were handfuls of people dotted along the street having had a similar idea and making the most of the snow's abundance. Leo was quick to start rolling a base while you followed suit, tasked with forming it's head. Somehow the initial shock of the cold air faded away quickly, the excitement of moving about and playing around in the snow taking over. Leo hadn't missed your not-so-subtle attempts to sprinkle snow over him while he shaped the snowman's body, but he merely chuckled and admired the melodious sound of your laugh as you darted off.

It wasn't long before your creation was almost finished, only complete when Leo donated his scarf to the cause. His subsequent shiver was impossible to miss and was all the persuading you needed to drag him back inside for warmth. Only when you were tucked up on the sofa, blankets covering the both of you with warm mugs in hand, did you admit that maybe it was a good idea on Leo's part. He proudly smiled at you, glancing out the window at your creation. He'd already sent a myriad of photos to the others, proudly proclaiming how this was the best snowman for miles, prompting Tobias to create his own in competition but Leo was unmoving on his stance. Now that you were happily burrowed in the warmth, you were more than happy to take Leo's side.

"Thank you for today. I know it was a little cold for you, but I had the best time," Leo confided, his head leaning on your shoulder as he left the softest of kisses in his wake. Maybe you could be persuaded to go back out again in the morning.

♡ milo ♡

"If you even think about throwing that at me I swear Milo—" You couldn't even finish uttering your half empty threats before you felt a burst of cold snow graze your hand. Words evaded you for a moment, contemplating the best course of action while Milo stood there barely holding back his laughter. He was already crouching down in the ankle-deep snow and preparing for his next attack. There was only one solution here. Snow-fuelled war. Thankfully your gloves were decently thick, the perfect barrier to protect your hands from the snow. Milo's eyes narrowed as he waited for you to strike, fully prepared to launch another ball of snow directly at you. That first hit had been him going easy on you, testing the waters to see just how mad you'd get. Now this was the real thing and he had no intentions of holding back, especially not upon seeing that determined glint in your eyes as you formed the ball in your gloved hands.

Earlier that day, Milo had been the one to call you and ask you out for a walk around the local christmas market. He'd seen the weather and decided it made for the perfect winter date and an optimal opportunity to spend some time together while the festivities were still ongoing. He'd been careful to not reveal his ulterior motive—engaging in a snowball fight with you. Before long, the snow would melt away to give rise to springtime showers so he had to make the most of it while it was there. There was also the fact that he found your taunting glare unbelievably adorable. He knew better than to admit that was a large portion of his reasons for provoking you.

"What was that? Couldn't hear you over the sound of that excellent shot," he declared, pushing his hair back from where it had fallen over his forehead. A snowball sat in his hand, primed and ready to be thrown the moment you retaliated.

"What are you? Five?" Despite your scathing remark, you aimed and hit Milo square in the chest, snow decorating the front of his winter coat. He was quick to appraise the well-aimed shot before sending back one of his own and laughing at the remnants that decorated your hair.

"I might be five, but who's the one to fall for such obvious bait?" He questioned, stepping back when you crept closer with a returning shot sitting and waiting in your hand. You broke into a run, Milo's cackling laugh mingling with yours as snowballs flew. The few that hit left vaguely circular marks over the both of you, Milo's aim considerably better. How he managed to launch them so fast and so accurately, you had no idea. Still, it was surprisingly fun to run about the open field, if a little cold.

The two of you halted, a momentary stalemate as you both caught your breaths back. The cold air left your chests heaving, puffs of air visible even in the thin veil of mist that clung to the atmosphere. Milo slowly edged closer as though he were approaching a stray cat with the intention of petting it. He had both hands raised to signal his empty hands, though you didn't quite trust it. If anyone were able to completely hide a snowball from sight, it would be Milo, after all.

"If I knew better, I'd say you don't trust me," he accused, trying and failing to convey a hint of pain beneath his smile.

"That's because I don't," you replied, eyes searching Milo's person for the damning evidence. When your search came up empty, you relinquished and closed the gap between you both. Milo brought a finger to cup your chin as he slowly leaned in. Right as his lips were about to touch yours, you felt an all-too-familiar onslaught of cold snow right on top of your head, snowy remnants tumbling to frame your face and return to the ground.

"MILO." You could barely retaliate when Milo's arms wrapped around you, his laughter uncontrollable as he rocked you from side-to-side, poor attempts at apologies struggling to escape between laughs. But despite his certain victory and your, quite literally, cold grimace, there was nothing you wished to change in that picture perfect winter scene.

♡ rory ♡

Within moments of opening his eyes and slowly emerging from the haze of sleep, Rory swiftly decided today was not a day to be productive on. The room was far too cold to even consider getting up and the bedsheets held just enough warmth that he could ignore the light of day that peeked beyond the gap in the curtains. Not to mention he had you to reach for and pull in close, craving that additional warmth even more so as he felt his still-tired body lure him back into his dreams. At least, that was what he had expected to feel. But when Rory reached an arm to your usual sleeping spot, all he felt were empty sheets and the echoing remnants of warmth from where you had risen not long before he awoke. Grumbling to himself, Rory burrowed under the covers in the hopes that you'd just gone to the bathroom and would be swiftly returning to give him the attention he craved. He did not wish to dwell on the possibility that you had gotten up and ready for the day in spite of the biting cold. Usually Rory was perfectly content to get up in the early morning and begin a slow start to his daily routine. However, there was little Rory hated more than leaving a warm bed—especially when the external air was as cold as it was that morning.

Despite his body's attempts to lull him back to sleep, Rory had no intentions of doing it alone. So when you didn't return after a short few minutes' wait, Rory took it upon himself to bring you back to your rightful spot. He threw back the covers, almost hissing at the sharp wave of cold air that hit his once warm legs. The things he did for love. The rest of the apartment felt marginally warmer than the bedroom, though not enough to convince Rory to change his mind. You were leaning against the kitchen counter, a blanket draped over your shoulders as you scrolled through your phone.

Noticing Rory's appearance, you glanced up and greeted him, "Morning, Rory. I was just about to make breakfast, you want some?" No answer came your way, at least not a verbal one anyway. Instead, Rory reached to lift you into his arms, ignoring your gasps of shock that morphed into bemused laughter. His grip was steady as he strode back toward the bedroom and deposited you in the empty spot you'd abandoned earlier. Rory paused, expressionless as he waited for your inevitable questions or complaints.

"I take it that's a no," you said, stifling another laugh.

"It's a 'I feel personally slighted that you abandoned me in the middle of winter to freeze on my own'," Rory answered, climbing back into his side of the bed and tucking the covers just under his chin. He almost sidled up next to you as he'd intended earlier until he remembered he was pretending to be mad at you; he wasn't doing a very good job.

"Abandoned is a tad strong. And for someone who's frozen you're moving and speaking awfully well."

Rory's frown only deepened at your teasing, softening only when you reached to pull him into your embrace, his face nestled into the heat of your neck. Keeping up the pretence was growing harder and harder with each second.

"Is someone feeling a little grumpy in the cold? Poor thing. Let me atone for my crimes." You ran a hand through Rory's sleep tousled hair, the other tracing patterns up and down his back. His face was on fire, burning a deep red as he melted into your touch. Suddenly he was very grateful for your morning disappearance if it meant you would hold him like that. He never liked to admit just how much he loved it, though it didn't take a genius to notice either. Rory burrowed his face in impossibly closer, relishing in the vibrations of your laughter against his skin. His legs were tangled in yours under the guise of seeking warmth, though you both knew he was lying when he said it. In reality, Rory craved nothing more than this closeness, especially beneath the blanket of cold air that circulated the room and kept you both pressed to one another, heart-to-heart as you let the morning pass you by like the misty wind that howled outside. This was all you could need. Life could wait for a little while longer.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei and cold weather were not the most compatible. As soon as the seasons began to change, his already cosy wardrobe increased tenfold. Every day that winter lasted, Alexei found new ways to bundle up in warm jumpers. He was rarely seen without a hot drink in hands, especially on cold mornings with a long day of work ahead of him. This morning was like most others, the both of you still half asleep as you milled about getting ready for work. It felt even colder than usual, Alexei struggling to resist the urge to crawl back under his blanket. Upon finally opening the curtains, the thick blanket of snow covering the world outside proved exactly why it felt that little bit colder. Driving to work was going to be a nightmare; the roads hadn't been cleared yet and were just as blanketed in snow as the pavements.

"Suddenly I have an urge to call in sick for work," Alexei spoke from behind you, inspecting the outdoor scenery. He had a look of intense concentration as though he hadn't already made his mind up and decided today was not a day for working in the outside world.

"Oh no, it seems I, too, must call in sick for work. It's so awful I believe a day wrapped in blankets is the only way I can recover," you answered, piling on the dramatics as Alexei laughed. He was in complete agreement, already pulling out his phone to call his workplace. With the snow being so thick, most likely wouldn't be able to make it in anyway so the day could just be written off as the start of an extended weekend. Within the hour, you and Alexei were sprawled out on the sofa, bundled in spare blankets and getting as cosy as humanely possible. Food had been ordered and a day inside tucked in the warmth was ahead of you. A blissful slice of heated heaven beyond the backdrop of winter's snowy downpour. The snow made for a particularly wintery atmosphere but was far better admired from afar than ankle deep in the stuff.

"Did you want to put on a movie? Or start that show Leo told you about last week? Either's good for me." You watched for Alexei's reaction, holding a hot water bottle close while he pondered the question.

"Actually, could we play that game you bought last week? I know I won't be a whole lot of help but I like watching you play." He sounded a little uncertain, as though you might decline the offer in favour of something else. But any time spent with Alexei was enjoyable no matter what. He also never really played games much himself, so getting the chance to share it with him in some way was a welcome change of pace.

You nodded enthusiastically. "Of course! I can go grab a spare controller if you want to try it out too? Or you can just watch whichever you'd prefer."

"Then, can we play together? If you don't mind!" Of course you didn't mind. And, after some time to figure out the controls, Alexei was actually doing well. The day seemed to disappear in a few mere blinks, time evading your grasp with ease. But even if night descended far quicker than you would have liked, it had been a perfect day in all the same.

♡ brooklyn ♡

It was early afternoon just a few days before Christmas so neither you nor Brooklyn had any work responsibilities forcing you out of the house. You had all the time you could ever need to sit in comfy clothes, flicking through all the Christmas films being played on tv. With the snow outside, it created the perfect wintery backdrop to set the mood for a cosy day at home together. Such days were rare too, given how Brooklyn was rarely seen in anything other than a suit. But today, in a warm, hand-knitted jumper and a blanket over his legs, Brooklyn looked positively adorable. His hair wasn't styled as it usually was, a slight tangle to the locks that embellished his forehead. It was a little snippet of another version of Brooklyn reserved only for your viewing. Well, unless you decided to sneak a photo of him for the other boys to see. Brooklyn never really minded, smiling softly as you giggled when he caught sight of your phone or noticed the burst of notifications as Tobias or Leo shouted about how much softer Brooklyn looked.

Sitting together on the sofa, Brooklyn had pulled the blanket so that it was covering you both. He usually made sure your side was more generously covered so as to ensure you were decently warm. If you ever called him out on it, he'd always deny his astute favouritism; Brooklyn never was very good at lying. He only further proved just how much he liked to spoil when it came to meal times. He was always learning new recipes or trying out different ways to prepare your favourites so that he could surprise you. If you ever wished to return the favour, he'd allow it, but more often than not he'd be the one wanting to bring you something new he'd baked that week. Today, Brooklyn had seemed a little pre-occupied. He was on his phone more than usual as the tv played, not fully paying attention. It was unusual for him to be so distracted, but you assumed it was merely something work related that was stealing his attention. Nothing particularly out of the ordinary.

Then, with a burst of energy, Brooklyn shifted forward on the sofa, clearly intending to get up.

"Fancy a warm drink?" He asked, looking at you with anticipation in his eyes. You couldn't figure out exactly what he had in mind, but assumed he was just particularly excited about a new flavouring of tea he'd bought recently.

"Sure. I'd never turn down some tea—especially with this weather."

Brooklyn's smile widened. "Ah, no tea on the menu today, love. I've got a little something else in mind." Brooklyn said no more, leaving you with little more than a wink as he made for the kitchen. Curiosity consuming every inch of your body, you followed after him.

He went about the kitchen, retrieving all kinds of ingredients, though some were intentionally obscured as he prepared the drink with his back to you. He had heated up a pan and was meticulously stirring away at his concoction.

"It feels like you're making some sort of potion over there," you teased. "What with all the secrecy."

"Not at all. Just don't want to ruin the surprise," Brooklyn answered, turning to swipe some fresh cream onto the tip of your nose.

"Meanie," you grumbled, grabbing the nearest cloth to wipe away the remnants of his teasing.

Brooklyn turned back, a wide grin across his face. "Will this make you love me again?" He asked, presenting you with the most elegant looking hot chocolate you'd seen perhaps ever—maybe except for one you'd had in an expensive cafe with Brooklyn once before. He'd even whipped up a small dish of fresh cream to decorate on top.

"Is that one of those fancy French hot chocolates? You spoil me too much."

"On that contrary, I don't think I spoil you enough." He pointedly ignored your scathing look of disagreement. "Now, may I do the honours?"

♡ tobias ♡

Tobias and intelligent decisions do not always go hand-in-hand. Sometimes they do. But more often than not his judgement skills are somewhat lacking. Particularly when it comes to matters of weather and his ability to withstand colder temperatures. Upon waking up and seeing the blanket of snow that covered the road outside, Tobias did not once question whether or not the two of you should go out as planned or not. In Tobias' mind, the snow was nothing more than an addition to the scenery, rather than an obstacle hindering your plans. When you tried to suggest perhaps going out on another day, Tobias was certain it would be fine.

"You know you can always trust me, right? Besides, I want to see this movie before Rory can spoil it for me." In most aspects of life, your answer to his question was a resounding yes. Tobias was someone you relied on in many ways, and someone you cherished for those reasons. But this was one of the few instances where you didn't trust his judgement. Still, the thought of going out in the snow was exciting enough that you went along with Tobias' assured comments—though you did make sure to wear an extra layer or two, feeling the cold seeping into your bones just looking at the thick cover of snow. Tobias, however, was not quite so meticulous as he got ready. He'd pulled on his favourite pair of jeans and a cosy sweater to match. Heavy boots and a coat sat waiting to complete his so-called winter outfit.

"How do I look? Like one of those fancy fashion model boyfriends, right?" He asked, pulling a series of exaggerated poses while you watched on, laughing.

"Oh, of course. But don't you want to wear a little something more underneath? It looks pretty cold out."

Tobias shook his head. "Don't need it. I'm too hot for that~"

You didn't bother to offer a reply, only walking away and holding in your laughter at Tobias' reaction. He was so easy to tease like that. Hiding away even the smallest crumb of affection was enough to have him whining about how you didn't appreciate his love enough. It was all light-hearted banter, of course, the perfect tactic to garner a sympathy kiss from you. Today offered little difference, Tobias running after you, arms engulfing your body as you tried to pull on a scarf and gloves. He pressed his lips to your cheek, offering no escape despite your half-hearted protests.

"You look cute all bundled up like that," he mused, moving from side-to-side with you still in his arms.

"You'd look cuter if you did too. It's cute to be warm."

Tobias laughed and you felt the sound reverberating from his chest. "Nice try. But didn't I tell you I'm built different?

"Mhm. And I'll believe that when I see it. Go finish getting ready so we can put that to the test, yeah?"

When the both of you had arrived in the sprawl of the city, winter's biting chill had settled in deep. You were mostly handling it fine with only your face feeling the brunt of the cold. Tobias, however, was not faring quite so well. His hand had been in yours without seconds of leaving the house, tucking it into his pocket for extra warmth. When you asked if he was doing okay, Tobias nodded back a yes all the while his entire body was shivering. But he was adamant he could manage. That had been ten minutes ago. Now his cheeks and nose were stained with red and he was adjusting his coat every few steps to try and muster up even the slightest fraction of warmth.

Stopping in the middle of the street, you looked at him with an undeniable seriousness. "Tobias Fox you are freezing. Don't even try to tell me you're fine, your fingertips are almost turning blue! Now, come here."

Tobias obeyed, watching as you pulled a spare pair of gloves out of your coat pockets.

"Put these on. And this." You unravelled the scarf from around your neck, pulling it around Tobias's neck and tucking it into the neckline of his jumper. "It's not a lot but it'll do for now. At least it'll be warm once we get into the movie. Better?"

"Better." Tobias nodded, taking your hand once more as you both resumed your steps. "And thank you. Maybe I can admit that the snow beat me today."

[travellingarmy]

Is it possible to ask for a part 2 of that Riddle Roseheart x reader you made The Queen’s Favourite Rose? It was SO good!

║Riddle Rosehearts║ The Queen’s Favourite Rose 2

Reader: Female (tying to previous request)

Warning(s): None

You do not need to read part 1 to understand. Part 1 here.

This takes place during the Magift tournament. Slight changes to canon.

All rights reserved. Do not steal/copy and paste and upload it anywhere.

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“Maaan, this sucks..” Deuce grumbles. A small, dark cloud looms over his hunched posture that drags his body to keep walking. The sun was well high above everybody’s head and beaming at them with a bright glow when the Magift tournament had already been half-way through completion.

Right now, there was an intermission so anyone who needed to use the restroom or grab a bite, righrt now is the perfect time to do so. The next part of the games are the semifinals with Diasomnia taking the lead (and most likely the trophy for this season yet again, especially since the only worthy competition- Savanaclaw- is out of the picture).

“I always thought that he was a sore loser,” he says out loud, not caring if there were people eyeing him. “Still not married; they’re just engaged,” Yuu corrects and this makes Ace give a ‘are-you-kidding-me?’ stare with a raised brow. “Geez, what is he doing making her wait that long? If I was him, I'd be already married.”

“Ace, shh..! If Riddle heard you, he’ll off your head,” Yuu said, putting a finger over their mouth, creating the shushing gesture. “What, I only said what is obvious—“

“Ah!” Deuce- who was busy moping around by himself just moments before- suddenly shouts which made Ace also shout. “What the heck? What is it this time?” Deuce remained in an upright, uptight posture now with his back still facing his friends. Ace brows furrows and points at the bluenette. “You can’t just scare the crap outta me and not say anything, you know!”

Then, in a blink of a second, he was right up in the Ace’s face which startled him. “He isn’t married, right?” Deuce puts both hands on the ginger’s shoulders. “Yeeeah..?” He answers awkwardly and looks side to side to avoid direct eye contact.

Deuce’s face lights up and a wide grin appears on his face. “Do you know what that means!?” He shakes his friend roughly, making his head jerk back and forth and making him dizzy. “I still have a chance!”

This made Ace snapped back, eyes wide and looking at his friend as if he was crazy— well, he clearly is at this point. “Woah, woah, that’s where we stop right there! Do you wanna be a homewrecker!?” It was now his turn to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from shaking him. “What I said was a joke and he’s been betrothed to her for so long! Don’t do this man.”

The words he spew were honest and the cruellest truth that Deuce had ever heard, Deuce goes back to sulking and creating a gloom cloud once more. Ace clicks his tongue at the pitiful sight of someone who he considered a comrade. He was thinking of how much of a loser Deuce was being right now, After a prolonged stare at this sorry state of a man with a face all contorted, he walks up to him and kick him on his behind. “Stop sulking and c’mon— the games are ‘boutta start. I heard it’s Diasomnia and Piofiore going next. Heh, can’t wait to see how strong they are.”

Ace couldn’t deny that Riddle’s fiancée is a beauty but he isn’t going to ruin the happiness and safe haven for Riddle. After all, you were the few people to ever make him be able to relax and even let a laugh or two.

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“My rose, why don’t you take a rest? You must be tired..” Riddle’s hands were intertwined with yours and watches as you merrily bounced with each step you took beside him. “It’s alright, Riddle, I’m completely fine.

“And if I take a rest, then we’ll waste the day because of me.. I want you to have fun and all that and create memories with me since it’s not often we get to meet up,” was your answer to his proposal. Ever the caring one, that’s one of the many things he loves about you. If he was any younger (even just 2 years younger), he would be adamant to have you sit down while he makes you tea. But, it should have been much earlier than that for him to realize that you are very stubborn. Very. “Mn. If that is your wish, my rose, but please tell me whenever you feel tired.”

A small force tugs at the corner of his lips upwards. “So, what do you wish to do?” He tilts his head to the side all the while looking at your side profile. When you both were younger, he would always avoid looking at you like this, too embarrassed whenever he catches himself staring and then you, who merely smiles at him. He also quite believed that he would be shamed for looking at you the way he did.

However, that is not the case anymore and anyone staring can just be envious of how lucky he is. He will happily tell the world how much he adores you if he could so this public display of affection was nothing worth being embarrassed about. He 100% believes that no love is purer than a man treasuring the love of his life and treating her with so much care; this was love at its prime. He loves you and that’s a fact.

“I do want to try some of the games they’ve put up!” You answer eagerly. You have been eyeing at the stalls while you were heading to the coliseum and you find that each stalls were eye-catching in its own way. The school has really pulled all strings to make this year a good one.

“If that is what you wish for, my rose.” Riddle agrees and walks up to a game stall that he had been eyeing the moment you said that you wanted to try the games.

“Just one round, kind sir,” Riddle tells the man behind the stall and places the right amount of madol on the counter. In front of him was a toy gun that could still shoot, though not actual bullets— just some corks that were shaped to be like one. He turns his body to face you, “Which prize do you want, my love?”

You were carefully eyeing the prizes that were hanging on the wall behind the stall keeper until your eyes landed on a big plush (not overly humongous that would be impossible to carry, just a 20cm plush that’s huggable). It was a pink fox that had a white sakura flower on its forehead, situated perfectly between the eyes. The eyes were shut and looked like it was sleeping.

“Hoho, you want the grand prize, do you?” The stall keep looks from the plush to Riddle. “You can get the grand prize by simply hitting the bullseye 3 times,” he said, giving Riddle the loaded gun of exactly 3 bullets. “Of course, if you lose, you can try again but your progress resets.”

One thing that all these game stalls had in common was that they were all rigged someway or another. Riddle knew this, but he was confident that he would win. This is a game with precision, after all. “The gun is imbued with a spell that will deactivate the holder’s magic,” the man adds.

“Very well then, that is quite alright.” Riddle holds the shotgun-like toy. It had no sight which would prove to be challenging to many.

At first glance, Riddle appears to be a delicate boy who is frail in body and weak in physical strength. For the most part, that is true, but he has his wits to cover where he can not achieve. He puts his theory into practice rather than going into things blindly.

He brought the gun close to his face and closed one eye to better his aim. The world around him suddenly felt still as he drowns out the noise with him standing in the middle on a platform of water. He was the single drop of water that would make the water ripple. He is the first cause.

Inhaling a sharp breath, he pulls the trigger and then again and then one more for the last time. All three made a small ‘pop’ sound as he hit all bullseye of the three targets.

The machine sounded, bringing attention that there is a winner at the stall. The stall keeper was shocked— his mouth hung well close to the ground and his eyes unnervingly large.

You were amazed as well, too speechless to say anything at first. “Oh wow, Riddle! I didn’t know you were so good at guns!” You exclaim with a smile on your face after the period of surprise has passed. Your eyes followed his movements as he accepted the desired plush from the man.

Riddle approaches you with the fox, all red in the face out what you assumed to be out of self awareness. “Ah.. N-no, I’m not.. It’s because of the times I had to cast my unique magic..” He corrects, eyes wandering to something on the ground to the side. He gently pushes the fox forward to you which you happily took and hug.

“Still, you looked very handsome just now!” You giggled, bringing the plush closer to you. He chuckles and a soft pink tints his face when he takes his hand to hold yours.

It was all for you, he wanted to say, but he thought it to be too shallow; he wanted to express his love for you, to convey what his heart desires. He wanted to impress you and prove to you that he is someone capable and reliable so should you need anything, you can always come to him. He hopefully wants you to think that he would be worthy of a husband for you. He believes that he is not yet worthy of the receiving end of your affection, but he is grateful that he is and no one else.

“What shall we do next, my rose?”

~♡~

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💝Candy Heart Valentine Event 2024!💝

We're back again- WHOOO!

Heyo everybody! It's the sweetest time of the year; Candy Hearts time! Thank you so, so much to everyone who's participated in the sentence starters survey this year; it really helped me figure out what prompts to keep and which to change out! I truly appreciate it!

Another major thank you to everyone who's also sent in suggestions! There were so many good ones to pick from; and I ended up choosing a few from the ones recommended!

💝 Rules💝

- Send me a pairing (Platonic or Romantic) from the fandoms listed below along with a candy heart phrase (Sentence Starter) from the list! (Ex: ObaMitsu- True Love) and I will write a short dabble for it!

- The event will be open from January 28-February 13th, ending at 8:00 PM EST. I will make an announcement when prompts are officially closed!

-Multiple prompts are allowed! The limit is like- 5? Just be sure to send them in separate asks if you send multiples! (Helps me make sure I get them all :D)

- Dabbles will start coming out Feb 1!

- I do write “Character x Reader!” (If you want it to be platonic, please specify with “Platonic!Reader”)

-Multiple sentence starter requests are allowed!

- Requester’s Choice: This is essentially a blank Candy- you can pick whatever sentence starter you want for it! :)

-Please check my pinned post for any characters/ships/things I will and won't write! Thank you :)

~Candy Hearts and Fandoms Below The Cut~

💝 Candy Heart Sentence Starters 💝

**: Recommended by you lovely folks!

❤️ Be Mine: “Oh that is IT! Come here!”

🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

💛 True Love: “I could do this all day.”

💚 Cutie: “You can't hide from me, I can hear you laughing!"**

💙 XOXO: “Hey, do you like raspberries?”

💜 Angel: “What happens if I do this?”

❤️ I love you: "What a brave thing to say for someone so ticklish."**

🧡 Bestie: Requester’s choice: Pick your own sentence starter!

💛 Sweet Heart: “Oh? Is someone ticklish?”

💚 Cupid: “I’m gonna get you!”

💗 Say Yes: “Hey did you- give that back!"**

💙 Smile: “I didn’t know you were ticklish here!”

💜 Hug: “I just want a hug!”

❤️ Darling: “Do you want me to tickle you?”

🧡 Love bug: “What’s so funny?”

💛 Soul Mate: “Not there? What about here?”

💚 Sweet Pea: “Is this a bad spot?”

💙 Adore: “I haven't even touched you yet!"

💜 Kiss me: “Don’t stop? If you say so!”

❤️ Me + You: “No way! I didn’t know you were ticklish!”

🧡 Always and Forever: “Look how red you are! How cute!”

💛 I’m Yours: “You like being tickled, don’t you?”

💚 Puppy love: “Where are those giggles I love so much?”

💙 Only You: "Stop squirming!"**

💜 Hot Stuff: “Come over here and make me!”

🩷 Be My Valentine: "I know all your weaknesses!"**

❤ It's Love: "Hey could You...You Know?"

🧡 Babydoll: "Keep your arms up!"**

💝 Fandoms 💝

-Some of the fandoms on here will have **Limited Request** beside them. This means I will only be taking up to a limited amount of that fandom.

If the fandom is crossed out, it means all slots for it have been filled!

Big Windup

Black Clover

Blue Lock

Buddy Daddies

Bungo Stray Dogs

Chainsaw Man

Code Realize

Collar x Malice

Danganronpa

Demon Slayer **Limited Request**

Dr. Stone

Fire Force

Fruit’s Basket

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Given

Haikyuu!!

Heartstopper

Hell’s Paradise: Jirokuraku

Hunter x Hunter (Up to Greed Island arc)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Jujutsu Kaisen

Komi Can’t Communicate

Moriarty The Patriot

My Hero Academia **Limited Requests**

Piofiore (Dante's route; still working on others)

Pokemon **Limited Requests** (All Gens)

Rain Code: Master Detectives

Sk8 The Infinity

Spy x Family

Toliet Bound Hanako Kun

Tokyo Revenges

Vinland Saga

Yu Yu Hakusho

Thanks again to everyone! I'm so excited to see what y'all have in store! :D

[churrobellscorner]

Hi there

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Rules + The shit I write

I write for male, female, trans, non-binary and gender neutral

I write fluff, crack, angst and smut fics

I can write for all kinds of kinks, if you have a question just ask

I will write for some minors, it just depends on the character and their age

I'll often write x readers or random ass ships that I like, expect some of related stuff too

There not much that I won't write for, you really just have to ask

I can write best for Boku no Hero Academia, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Dragon Ball Z, Haikyuu, InuYasha, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kakegurui, Naruto, Naruto Shippuden, One Punch Man, Seven Deadly Sins

I'm not fond of it, but I can write for Boruto

There's a lot more as far as what anime I can write for, but I'll put the full list at the bottom

When it comes to characters, you really need to ask

I write for a lot of characters

Especially those who don't get much love

But from the ones I listed above, I guess my favorite characters to write for from each would be, Bakugo, Kirishima, Aizawa, L, Light, Misa, Rengoku, Muzan, Kokushibo, Goku, Gohan, Vegeta, Usai, Hinata, Tendou, Sesshomaru, InuYasha, Gojo, Sukuna, Toji, Mary, Yumeko, Runa, Naruto, Sasuke, Kakashi, Madara, Genos, King, Saitama, Meliodis, Ban, Elizabeth

As far as Boruto goes.. I like Kawaki and Kagura

There's still more characters, those are just my favorites to read/write about

If you want a character not on that 'lil list, just ask

Aside from anime

I don't mind writing for certain video games

Such as, Undertale, DDLC, FNF, your boyfriend, Obey Me, Danganronpa, Danganronpa 2, Danganronpa V3, Omori?, Piofiore: Fated Memories, Cafe Enchante

Yeahhh, not as many games as anime I know

At least I touch grass okay

With the games, really just ask for characters

Well, I'm pretty sure that's all for now, can't wait to see some of y'all's requests

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Here's that list btw, even still, there might be moreee

7 Deadly Sins

Attack on Titan

Black Butler

Black Clover

Bleach

Blue Exorcist

Boku no Hero Academia

Boruto

Bungo Stray Dogs

Castlevania

Chainsaw Man

Code Geass

Death Note

Demon Slayer

Dragon Ball Z

Fire Force

Food Wars

Haikyuu

Hellsing Ultimate

Hunter x Hunter

InuYasha

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kakegurui

Kill La Kill

Mob Psycho

Naruto

Naruto Shippuden

One Piece

One Punch Man

Panty and Stocking

Pokemon

Sailor Moon

Spy x Family

The Promised Neverland

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Tokyo Ghoul

Tokyo Revengers

Yu-Yu-Yakushu

[mcwentfandomtraveling]

I doubt many people would want me to make a poll but I could use some help on smth!

I sort of have several on going WIPs and I can't decide what to work on atm...

Would you guys pls maybe help me out a bit 😅

Sorry! No pressure to vote if you don't want to! Just wanted to tag some people @queengiuliettafirstlady @lokis-laugh @doodle-pops @niphredil-14 @funnypansexualanimorph @thejudiciousneurotic @ask-crow-aus @slymewitch @spoopy-fish-writes

Hugs!

Have a lovely day everyone! Hugs! Drink some water, eat something, you're very loved! <3