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illubean · 4 months

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Hello! Could you write cuddling hcs for bucci gang?

Cuddling Headcanons

Characters: Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, Guido Mista, Narancia Ghirga, Fugo Pannacotta, Giorno Giovanna, Trish Una Type: Fluff, Headcanons, Gn!reader

man I love the bucci gang so much :( I think p5 might be my fav even though the ending absolutely destroyed me

Warnings: none

Bruno Bucciarati

MOTHER

I think he likes the more traditional way of cuddling, you know face to face and stuff?

he likes to have one arm around your waist and the other stroking your hair (unless you're bald??)

if he's busy he doesn't mind having you in his lap while he works

one arm would be secured around your waist yet again while the other one writes away at whatever he's doing

if you fall asleep before he's finished, he would carry you to the bedroom and lay down with you

he kisses you on the forehead before apologizing for working so long :(

he tells you how much he loves you, even if you aren't awake to hear it

Leone Abbacchio

Abbacchio likes laying on your chest as a reminder you're still with him and that your heart is beating :((

he also likes it when you lay on his chest

he would hold you close and say something like "Hear that mia cara/mio caro? You will always be close to my heart"

IGBREOHGOHEO he's so D:

he likes to cuddle with you for comfort

this man has been through a lot, even though he's not big on pda in private he likes to be close to you as reassurance

(can you tell he's my personal fav)

Guido Mista

ah yes my favorite stinky man

first off make sure this guy showers before even thinking about cuddling with him unless you want to smell like man sweat

I think Mista likes cuddling any way he can rest a hand on your chest or ass

nothing inherently sexual, just a layer of extra affection

he likes being the big spoon so he can slip a hand in the front of your shirt

or when you lay on top of him so he can put his hands on your ass

he also likes being able to plant kisses on the top of your head

Narancia Ghirga

as previously stated in another piece, he's the biggest cuddle bug of the group

he likes laying in a position where he can wrap all his limbs around you like a sloth

or alternatively he lays sprawled out on top of you, giving you no means of escape

when he wants to cuddle he WILL get his cuddles

if you're busy, he doesn't care and will 100% come up to you and wrap himself around you

he would also whine about you not giving him enough attention

"c'monnn, forget the papers and come cuddle with me!"

he's not above sitting in your lap either

basically, when he's in a cuddly mood you're not getting rid of him <3

Fugo Pannacotta

another one who likes laying on your chest

or on your lap

he likes cuddling in a way where you can easily run your fingers through his hair

it's a nice way for him to cool down after something agitates him <3

he cuddles with you when he feels like he needs to relax

give him gentle head massages!!! it puts him at ease

you're his rock and he doesn't know what he'd do without you

Giorno Giovanna

honestly? it doesn't matter to him how you cuddle, as long as you're close to him

sometimes he needs a break from all the mafioso craziness, seeking you out for that break

it doesn't matter if you guys are laying on top of each other or simply sitting shoulder to shoulder, Giorno just enjoys having you present <3

I think he likes to hold hands while cuddling

it makes him feel grounded and he forgets about all the stress of being a newly initiated don

Trish Una

she likes to sit up cuddled next to you underneath a blanket

like the stereotypical way couples do when watching movies

she likes resting her head on your shoulder with one of your arms wrapped around her <33

she likes cuddling with you when she's sleepy, whether that be laying down together or sitting next to each other on the train

another one who likes holding hands

though she probably won't outright say it, she's grateful to be this close to you

it makes her feel protected in the midst of all the "boss' daughter" shenanigans

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loveswrites · 10 months

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Do you know when you’re going to post your next Poly Volturi? (Absolutely no rush btw take your time and always focus on you and your health first🫶) I was just wondering cause i miss you 🫶

(i don’t have any intention of sounding rude or anything im just wondering and i definitely dont wanna rush you and i ofc want you to take your time and ofc it’s important to focus on yourself first ALWAYS🫶🫶)

Nightmare Poly Volturi x reader

Time it took me: 5 hours

Word count: 2023

To anon: Hello lovely! I'm sorry for the wait it's been like a month since my last post but I've come to give you a little gift! Hope you like it! Thank you so much for your reassurance, You didn't sound rude at all I understand I was gone a LONG time. I'm surprised I even wrote this today my mind was so foggy I haven't really had a good day so I thought I'd put a smile on someone else's!

Love <3

p.s I also tried to find that spongebob meme in a gif but I couldn't find it for some reason lmk if you get it when you read it!

Turning a sharp corner your hip grazed against the cold cobblestone walls of the castle. Causing you to suck in a strong gasp of air. Rubbing your hand against the throbbing pain you felt something wet. Twisting your face up in confusion you couldn't tell what it was. There was a storm and the castle was as dark as it's ever been. The candles Cauis ordered to be lit every set of the sun for you weren't lit like they normally are. If one candle blew out, rather you were there or not he would have someone's head not long after.

"You smell delicious." You heard from no other than the exact one you were thinking about. Caius.

Still a little confused, your eyes widened. Blood. You were bleeding and Cauis was chasing you.

Resuming your slow steps turned into a fast pace run. Well as fast as you could. Your eyes burned with tears as you could hear Caius' steps quicken. Why was he doing this, you thought. Doesn't he love you?

"Are you frightened little human?" Cauis hissed out with so much venom you could taste it.

"Please stop-" You were cut off with a scream crawling out of your throat as a strong sound of thunder and lightning struck.

"Your fear reeks a phenomenal scent. I can't wait to taste you." He sneered out letting out a chilling chuckle.

You couldn't stop the tear that ran down your cheek with his statement. All you could feel was your heart pounding in your chest, So much you thought it would run into overdrive and stop. With the halls darken you ran with what little memory you could collect right now. Your brain was foggy. Your heart was hurt. And your face was stained with tears of fear. You never thought that you would die like this. The more you ran the more you realized that this was a loop. You had been running around in a circle this whole time and Cauis was still chasing you.

"Help Me! Jane! Alec! Please don't do this Caius! You're scaring me!" You screamed out looking back for the first time since you started running.

He was right there.

Pricing red eyes stared back at you menacingly.

The only sound you could get out of your mouth was a gasp. He grabbed you by your arms in a tight unbreakable grip. So tight you thought your bones would snap. You never did take your vitamins as a kid you thought. Before you could say another word he bared his fangs and snapped down on your neck. You let out a strong scream. It was so loud it echoed and bounced off the walls. You could feel your own blood wetting your skin rolling down your once warm body. As much as you struggled you couldn't move. As much as you screamed you could no longer make sound. All you felt was your life being drained from your body. Mustering all of your strength you screamed the loudest you could with little life you had left.

"Mio caro!? Wake up è solo un sogno!" A voice sounded.

Snapping your eyes open, you saw him. Screaming once against you pushed off of him blinded to your surroundings. You fell down onto a cold marble floor it hurt but you could care less right now. Anything to get away from him.

"Don't touch me! S-stay away from me! J-Jane! Where are you!?" You screamed out tears already rolling down your face. Still crawling away from Caius you kept your eyes on him the best you could with blurred vision.

"What-" Cauis started but was cut off by your words.

"Don't talk to me, leave me alone! Jane! W-where's Jane!? Jane! Jane!!" You cried screaming at the top of your lungs.

Everyone's attention snapped to the door as Jane busted through the door. Her piercing red eyes were filled with anger ready to unleash hell on anyone that dared to hurt what is hers.

"What happened!" She snapped sharp eyes staring down everyone who was in the room. She saw no threat but that didn't mean there wasn't one.

You were in the throne room as you always were half the time. Everyone knew you loved laying upon the throne with Caius. You were often there with him during most trails. It was convenient because most of the time all of your mates were there also. So hearing your screams come from this room of all places put Jane on guard.

"We don't know she was just resting as she always is, then woke up screaming." Marcus stated.

"She's very frightened and the first one so called out for was you. Go to her, Slowly.” Aro said making sure to speak softly.

She listened, making sure to take slow and soft steps towards you. When she was finally in front of you she kneeled down to your level as you had backed yourself into a corner.

“Who scared you?” She asked, trying her best to not sound too demanding but failing miserably.

You reached out and wrapped your arms around her tightly, crying hard.

“Please don’t let him hurt me.” You whispered into her neck. A whisper so low that she had to try to listen.

“Who is trying to hurt you?” She whispered back wrapping her arms around you. Doing her best to console you as physical touch is still a hard thing for her.

“C-caius he bit me he was trying to kill me.” You said still shaking as the scene replayed in your head over and over again.

“Well I guess we know who won't be turning her.” Felix snickered, earning a shove from dem.

“Silence!” Cauis ordered, making Felix shut up immediately. His loud tone made you jump and brung more tears to your eyes. Jane continued to comfort you, whispering calming and promising words in your ear.

“Go on, tell me what else happened.” She beckoned.

“I was trying to run away from him b-because he was chasing me. I didn’t know why until I realized that I was bleeding and he wasn’t chasing me to help me. He was chasing me to bring more h-harm to me. I was going in circles and I couldn’t find a way out! There wasn’t a way out but I kept trying and trying but he still got me and- He drained me of everything inside of me.. I can still feel his bite. It hurts, why does it hurt?” You whimpered out sniffling every few words. You held onto Jane tighter in fear she would let you go.

It was silent for a while. No one in the room knew quite what to say. Or what you needed to hear. But the one thing they all knew was that no matter how much Cauis would threaten or yell at you he would lay down his life for you. And if he ever laid a harmful hand on you the rest of you mates would deal with him no matter the consequences. One little human held so much power.

“It was just a nightmare, you're safe. He would never hurt you. And if he did I’d kill him myself.” Jane said firmly.

Her words brung comfort to you. Jane never lies. Especially to you. She always says that she has no time for lying. To which you always say she technically has all her life or death to lie.

“Jane let me see her.” Cauis said leaving no room for arguing.

“Caius.” Marcus said in a warning tone.

“Do you want to face him? I’ll take you away if not.” Jane whispered in your ear. It took a little while for you to answer but eventually you did sadly. You truly weren't ready to face him but you didn’t want Jane to get in trouble for your newfound fear.

“It’s okay..” You said slowly as if you were trying to convince yourself.

“Are you sure?” She questioned.

“I’m sure.” You said taking a deep breath when Jane parted from you. Though Jane was freezing cold her cold began to feel warm to you. So when she let you go you couldn’t help but feel naked under the eyes of everyone in the room. A shiver ran down your spine when you finally made eye contact with Caius. His red eyes were intimidating but not as threatening as the ones in your nightmares. In fact his eyes looked.. Concerned, confusion and hurt. That one was a kick to the chest. You hated seeing him hurt but you hated seeing you hurt more.

“Come here.” Caius said watching you as you took very slow steps to you. Realizing your fear was truly real as you'd normally run to him full of joy. But now you shake with each step. You were never even this scared when you first met.

Once you were standing in front of him he closed the gap between you two holding onto your hands. Your warm soft ones colliding against his cold hard ones.

“You truly think I’d ever hurt you on purpose if at all? I’m offended by how lowly you think of me amore mio.” He frowned looking down at you.

“It was- it felt very real.” You whispered looking down but that didn’t last long as he put his hand under your chin and tilted your head back up to face you.

“If you're frightened do not be cowardly in fear I will not accept it. Especially when I am aware of how fearless you are. It was a horrible dream, a nightmare. One that will never come true.” He said watching you with close eyes.

“I-” You were cut off with his next words.

“You should know that I would never hurt you on purpose. But eventually for you to be with us forever you will have to be turned. But it won't be painful for you. We will ensure it. Alec will use his power to make sure of it.” Caius stated as if this would make you feel better.

“You’ve been conspiring about my death behind my back?” You questioned furrowing your eyebrows.

“More like preparing. You're not getting any younger.” Felix said from behind you.

“Are you serious?” You questioned.

“We’d rather have you dead and with us rather than dead and gone bellissima.” Dem voiced softly in hopes you wouldn’t get upset with the rest of them.

“I feel like this is some type of gaslighting or manipulation.” You said, shaking your head.

“Nevermind that, do you feel better?” Alec asked, deterring your thoughts from this topic.

“I kinda do. I’d still like a little space from you though.” You said looking up at Caius.

“Only a few days after that you're asking for ungiveable things.” He said letting you go but not before kissing you on your forehead making you freeze momentarily.

“Go get some rest.” He dismissed you.

As you walked away after standing there for a while Jane followed you and right when you grabbed the door Caius words made you stop in your tracks.

“ You shouldn’t be scared of me in that sense. You wouldn’t even be filling, you refuse to take your vitamins Carlisle insists you take.” He yelled out so you could hear.

You couldn’t help the small laugh that came out of your mouth knowing how true that statement was. For the next few days Jane followed you everywhere. Always on your heels. Sleeping with you, feeding next to you, If she knew you were having a bad dream she’d wake you up right away and take you out for a walk. All until you felt comfortable to be alone with Cauis she was right there by your side.

And when you finally felt comfortable enough you saw how bad Cauis was taking it through his paintings. He was afraid you would see him as a monster. He knew he was but he never wanted to be that in your eyes. You spent the next few nights showing him how fearless you were of him. Wink wink.

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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pocketful of sunshine || dr3 scenario

dad!daniel ricciardo x mom!ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

POSSIBLE EXTENSION TO HERE COMES THE SUN

Summary: Dark curls, wide smiles, clinginess — Beau Ricciardo, the birthday boy, checked off the list of things that made him the Alpha Tauri driver Daniel’s mini me and the Måneskin bassist Lester was the one to confirm that.

Content warning: WHOLESOME FLUFF, brief Italian dialogue + translation, mentions Lando Norris x OFC (Nicola), zoo trip + an Irwin appearing, Dad!Danny loves his boy so much I might cry, too much fluff, frowny and happy baby, nicknames (‘little par’ = see this fic for reference)

Note: My body is on an all time low rn but I’ve had this in my draft for a while so… enjoy xx

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“Danny~ what’s taking you so—“ Lester Ricciardo abruptly stopped herself from saying anything more as her eyes were trained on her husband and son.

It was as if they were caught in the act, both Daniel and Beau Ricciardo’s eyes widening after chatting amongst themselves over the pair of shoes that Daniel had put on the one year old.

Well… it was more like Daniel was doing the talking while Beau would provide an input or two— a series of babblings that no one really understood. Apparently, putting on Beau’s shoes took longer than expected Lester had to check and see what they were on.

“Wh- mio caro, it’s almost— eleven,” Lester told Daniel with a baffled voice. “The zoo staff will come looking for us if we don’t head there soon.”

“Yeah, we’re done here, look at him,” Daniel presented Beau to his wife with a beam. “Handsome boy, no?”

Lester’s frown softened when she laid her eyes on her son. This little being that once grew inside her body was bigger now and she hated it so much.

Beau Ricciardo was supposed to stay a baby, and it wasn’t as if she could fault him for growing so much. She just wished he didn’t grow this fast.

Beau’s big smile, despite being small, lightened up her world as much as Daniel’s grin and cheeky comments did. He was so much like Daniel.

“Very handsome indeed,” Lester grinned after Beau’s smile widened at the sight of his Mum. “You’re a very handsome boy, bambino. Vorrei che tu non dovessi crescere così velocemente. Credo di poter incolpare tuo padre per questo, eh?” I wish you didn’t have to grow this fast. I guess I can blame your father for this, eh?

It was as if Beau could easily grasp the Italian words that escaped his mother’s mouth as he nodded eagerly.

Daniel laughed heartily at his boy’s response and picked him up, allowing Beau to cling to him. “A smart boy, too. My little bilingual boy,” Daniel praised, giving a peck on his son’s cheek. “Only problem is— are your Zia Cola and Zio Lando ready?”

Now, both Daniel and Lester loved Lando Norris dearly — as if he was family already (god bless his relationship with Lester’s sister and all that) but they both loathed how late he could get on certain occasions. If he was to do that on this occasion— during his godson Beau’s birthday trip to the Australia Zoo — then God only knew what Lester could do to him. He might get strangled or he might be able to get away from it but Lester would aim for the former.

“Oh mio dio,” Lester swore beneath her breath, her face etching with annoyance before she sighed. “Let’s just leave them— we’re going to be late.”

“I’ll call them,” Daniel told his wife, a smile still resting on his face as he said, “You have to relax—“

“Danny—“

“Beau is one today, my darling,” Daniel grinned, eyes widening as a warning as he said, “We can’t be cranky on such a happy day! That right, bud? Can you say ‘sì’, Beau-Bear?”

“Sì!” Beau followed suit, raising his arms up to express his excitement and happiness. If only Beau wasn’t Lester’s adorable baby, his infuriatingly adorable smile would’ve led her to pinch his cheeks hard enough for him to cry.

“See?” Daniel gave Lester a reassuring smile before he reached over to kiss her on the forehead, “Happy day, Lori. Your son is growing big like his Daddy and we gotta be happy about it.”

It wasn’t every day someone got to say that they’d spent their first birthday in a zoo with an Irwin. It was Beau Ricciardo’s lucky day, perhaps. Not that he knew; he was only one.

As he continued to grow, his interest in animals became increasingly apparent. It was one of those things that Lester made sure he knew about, seeing as she spent her free time watching endless National Geographic documentaries about whatever.

Her free time, or rather a maternal leave from her band and some time away from the media, was time spent with her son.

She knew that Beau wasn’t going to be little forever. She could freely stay at home in comparison to Daniel, seeing as she created her own schedule and built her band from the ground up with her friends. Her job wasn’t as demanding as Daniel’s, and perhaps that was why Daniel wished to retire from racing after Beau was born.

The Formula One driver wasn’t able to see his son as much as his wife would, and every minute spent on the track was a minute that prevented him from becoming the best Daddy to Beau.

He never truly pointed that out to his wife, but Lester wasn’t blind and had immediately expressed that his career was what would eventually lead Beau to his successes; after all, they’ve got a future world champion in their hands.

But for now, that future world champion was just spending his time with an Irwin at the Australia Zoo. Beau’s gaze never left the zookeeper as Robert Irwin continued to tell a story about the koala that clung to him.

Lester peered down at her son and caught him staring, making her chuckle quietly and nudge her husband. She gestured to the boy in her arms as Daniel looked down, now giggling as well. Nobody seemed to have caught the laughter shared between the two but Beau as the one-year-old snapped out of his thoughts and looked up to his mother.

“Ha un accento diverso, no, il mio piccolo? Diverso come papà?” He’s got a different accent, no, my little one? Different like Daddy’s? Lester asked in a murmur, peppering her son’s face with kisses before she continued to listen to Robert.

“…And she is extremely clingy. She loves physical affection so would anybody like to come say hi to her?” Robert offered. “Mrs. Ricciardo, perhaps? Would you like to give her some love?”

Lester giggled, “I’ll watch from afar. I’ve got a koala in here myself!” Everybody laughed at the joke, grinning at the boy who continued to attach himself to Lester. “He’s quite clingy as well, too. Much like his Daddy, right, piccolino?”

Beau’s curious eyes eventually led him to reach out to the koala, slightly pulling himself away from Lester as his fingers managed to reach for the fur of the animal. Sadly, his biggest enemy right now was the ground that was waiting for him to fall and Lester’s arms that kept him in one place.

He grunted and squirmed in Lester’s arms. Beau’s curious expression turned sour before he exclaimed in frustration, “Ma!”

“No need to get angry, lad,” Daniel’s typical happy voice dropped an octave, his fatherly voice correcting his son’s behaviour. But Lester’s slight smile had him laughing quietly; they both couldn’t help that Beau’s struggle was adorable.

“Oh, d’ya wanna hold her… I’m sorry, what's his name?” Robert asked the people around him before repeating their answer, “Beau? D’ya want to say hi? C’mon, then lad. Would anybody like to hold Lily to get her close to Beau?”

“I’ll do it,” Daniel volunteered, finding himself grinning at the mammal in his arms as the koala was shifted from Robert’s hold to his.

A photographer, one that was hired for Ricciardo's private zoo trip, had angled to take photos of Daniel and the koala. He then shifted around to take some photos of Beau as the toddler cautiously approached the animal.

When his tiny hand started to caress the fur of the animal, the koala had then nuzzled her face to his hand with a content expression.

Beau looked up to his mother with an amazed look, his mouth forming an ‘O’ shape before turning to his father who, too, shared the same surprised look as him.

Daniel then asked, “What do you think, Beau-Bear?”

Beau turned back to his mother and then his relatives before giggling, patting the koala on the head once more as he grinned endlessly. Lester could really die at the sight of Beau and Daniel smiling.

So much like his father, indeed.

“Beau, Beau— look at Daddy,” the boy glanced at his father before giggling hysterically, hiding at his mother’s chest as Daniel pulled a goofy face.

“A giggly one, ain’t ya?” Lando grinned at Beau, reaching out to Beau and tickling the boy lightly.

“His dad is literally the colour yellow,” Lester’s sister, Nicola, laughed quietly. “Go figures, Lando.”

Lester continued to wrap her arms around the boy as Beau nuzzled closer, her tattooed hand reaching out to massage his dark curls as his face contently cuddled against her skin.

“Look at ‘im,” Daniel cooed quietly, reaching out to rub Beau’s back. “Such a momma’s boy, ain’t you, mate?”

“All he wants is cuddle,” Lester rolled her eyes playfully, her wedding band glimmering under the sun as she continued to play with Beau’s hair. “Cuddle from me. Sound familiar?”

“Oh, hundred percent,” Daniel joked, “that’s all his Daddy, a’ight. You’re also Daddy’s son, aren’t you?”

Beau ignored everyone, only cuddling with Lester as he quietly rested on her lap.

“And now he’s ignoring everyone, too— a true Ricciardo, is what he is,” Lando giggled, poking Beau lightly on the side. “Little par, are you becoming like Daddy? You clingy boy.”

Beau sat straight for a moment, offering his godfather a scowl before resting back on Lester’s chest.

The couple gave each other a look before laughing quietly.

“That was a very Daniel thing for him to do,” Lester grinned. “Look at you and act so cranky? Oh my~”

“He’s so mean when he’s sleepy,” Lando’s mouth gaped open, looking at Nicola with bewilderment.

“Oh now that’s his Mum,” Daniel laughed, “you should see ‘er when she wants to stay in bed.”

“Yeah but out of all the things he could’ve gotten from me, that shouldn’t be one of them,” Lester huffed quietly, nuzzling Beau closer. Then she spoke to her baby, “Bambino— Beau, vuoi vedere un canguro o un orso?” Do you want to see a kangaroo or a bear? She asked, making the boy look at her with a curious expression as he tilted his head.

Lester sighed. Right, she thought, she hadn’t taught him Italian just yet.

Nicola, Beau’s aunt and Lester’s youngest sister, repeated the question for the boy, “Which one do you want to see? Kangaroos or bears?”

Beau babbled, making the adults nod. They didn’t really know what he was saying, yet they nodded as if they knew what he wanted.

“So, see some joeys then?”

“Mm- no,” Beau said, his partial Italian accent thickening for a brief moment after hearing his aunt speak in that accent. Both Daniel and Lester knew that even if he was to grow up in Australia, Beau was going to have an Italian accent. After all, his Mama’s accent was as thick as it could be and she had family and friends from Italy.

But Lando couldn’t help but laugh at the accent that escaped Beau’s mouth as he grinned playfully at the boy, “No? What a cute little accent you have, little par. Oh my god~”

“Alright we get it, he’s Italian,” Daniel rolled his eyes.

“No! But did you not hear him say ‘no’ like that before?” Lando almost fell over laughing, not even noticing the toddler as Beau scowled at his godfather.

Beau’s reactions, despite being a little sunshine like his Daddy Daniel, were copies of Lester’s usual annoyed expression.

Daniel first made this joke when Beau’s uncle Mateo met him for the first time— when Beau unwittingly scowled when Mateo spoke to him in Italian about moving the baby to Italy with him.

Nobody gets this reaction from Beau Ricciardo most of the time. Unless, of course, they happened to be his Uncles Scott, Lando and Mateo. And of course, unless they happened to be Beau’s grandfathers Joe and Giacomo. Oh, and Daniel’s nephew Isaac was another usual victim of the ‘Lester stink eye’ despite hanging around most of the time.

“Stop making fun of the lad, Lando,” Daniel cackled, “look at ‘im, he literally hates you right now.”

Then Beau added, “Mmm— ba!”

“Argumentative point, Beau, but I’ll take it,” Lando stopped laughing and wiped his tear away. “Fine, I’m sorry for teasing ya, little par.”

“Mm- blav- do~“ Beau continued to frown.

Lester and Daniel could cry at the sight of their little man. He was the cutest thing to have ever existed. They wouldn’t trade him for the world.

But Lester was more in love than Daniel was. After all, Beau Lauda Ricciardo was his dad’s little carbon copy.

From the dark curls, dark eyes and cheeky grin— it was safe to say that Beau was Daniel’s little boy indeed. Not even her signature annoyed look could stop her from thinking that her son was, too, an epitome of sunshine and the colour yellow.

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abellaheart-blog · 1 year

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What Lip Stick They Buy You 💄💋

Bucci Gang x Reader Headcanons

Narancia Ghirga

He picks out cutesy ones for you because he thinks the gloss will look nice.

He saw it online, The Crème Shop x Hello Kitty Kawaii Kiss Moisturizing Lip Oil - Vanilla Mint Flavored. He didn't care about the flavor. He cared more about the appearance and color

He would choose various cutsey lip glosses and the kind that are flavored hence why he got you dippin dots lip balms or Jolly Ranchers but expect different flavors he thought would taste best

His favorite would be fruit flavored glosses on you. Various would be given to you but he'd get a better brand

"Oh tesoro/tesorina! You're wearing the lip gloss I bought you!"

"Please can I have a kiss? You look so sexy/beautiful and kissable!"

"Only one kiss? You're wearing the tangerine lipgloss!"

"No fair! I wanted to try it from your lips."

Fugo Pannacotta

He loves the pink strawberry lip products on you! They make you look ever so kissable and he can't resist your lips

He buys you “Strawberry Kisses lip scrub” from Fourth Ray Beauty

Glosses are a must too he wants to pick the cutest ones for you

Yes all of them would be strawberry flavored or themed

He'd pick out pink strawberry themed lip sticks as well

He's so happy seeing you put them to use. He'll smile so much

Politely asking for kisses like the shy gentlemen he is

He would also get you a balm too if requested or if he see's a good one

He'll bite his lip hoping he could kiss you. The sweetie wants all your kisses when he see's you put it to use. He can't help it

He's shy about PDA so he'll ask you privately

"Mio prezioso/preziosa, I need to kiss you.."

"You're so cute. I smell strawberry. You used the lipstick I got you. It looks great on you, as expected."

"Bella/Bello please kiss me.."

"You're simply irresistibile."

Guido Mista

He's getting you lip products he think would make you more kissable. He can't wait to use a pick up line on you to earn a kiss

Mista buys you watermelon sugar lip gloss. It’s called, “this is juice gloss” by NYX

Much like Narancia he's getting you flavored lip products but I feel like he'd get the soda flavors. He'd totally get them to make some sort of cheesy pick up line. The fruity and coke flavors would be his go to but if you prefer other soda flavors he’d pick them out too.

Mista loves lipstick on his partner too. He thinks it looks so pretty attractive. He might buy you some in red since he thinks its sexy. He'd make sure its a good brand

If you don't like red lip he's fine with other colors but of course he'll like them natural too. He's still wanting your kisses constantly

Too bad he doesn't realize lipstick don't taste good but it's a sacrifice he's willing to make

He would like different colored lipglosses too. I can see him picking purples and pinks

He's going to be begging for kisses when you wear lip glosses since they draw so much attention

"Looking good handsome/gorgeous. Where's my kiss?"

"Is that red lipstick I see? Gimme kisses!"

"You look so sexy. I'm going to need some kisses. I hope I earned them."

Giorno Giovanna

Giorno likes pink lipsticks and he'd love seeing various shades on you too!

He buys you lipstick from Sephora for you. He likes their products because they carry good quality expensive brands.

The Rose lip scrub is his favorite on you

Hot pinks are also a favorite choice of his

He’d be sure to pick out a shade that would compliment your complexion

Dior would be another brand he would love to buy for you

Lip glosses would be the other type of lip wear he’d pick out for you. Pinks and purples. The glosses would look so cute on you

"Bello/Bella I'm happy to see you wear the lip gloss I've given you."

"Scusi but you're looking so divine today. I must kiss you, cara/caro."

"You're wearing the pink lipstick I bought you, aren't you stella (star)?"

"Carino/Carino are you only giving me one kiss?"

Bruno Bucciarati

He likes the red lipsticks for you! Any shade is fine with him.

He’d pick out a good brand like Dior or maybe Sephora

Other shades I can see him choosing would be browns or orange colors

Bright colors would compliment your eyes but he thinks brown shades look sexy too

He’d be delighted to see you wear the colors he bought you. Anything to make you happy

He isn’t opposed to other types of lip wear I feel like Bruno doesn’t know them too well

“I see you’re wearing the red lipstick I got you. You look very breathtaking~”

“I never get tired of your lip prints. They make my day, amore mio.”

“So beautiful.. I know I’ve already kissed your hand. Would you be opposed to a kiss?”

Leone Abbacchio

He’s the perfect one to pick out lipsticks for you. He knows makeup very well and enjoys picking them out for you too. Maybe he could do your makeup too if you like?

Of course he’d want to twin with you by getting you purple lipsticks. He’d get various shades so you can experiment with a color you’d enjoy most

He’d also like blacks and dark greens on you. Red is also a pleasing sight to see as well. Getting brands off of shelves while he’s shopping for himself but it’s most likely he’s shopping for you

He’d love to pick out lipsticks with coffin packaging

He’d get some Nightmare Before Christmas lipsticks as well. He enjoys their shades of lipsticks and would also enjoy the look of the design

He isn’t opposed to other colors. These would be his favorites he’d like to see on you.

He always has a smug look on his face at night when he sees your lip prints on him before washing it off his face or other body parts

If he had to pick his favorite it would be black. He secretly thinks it’s sexy

“The black lipstick really suits you.. better seat you on my lap before you run off.”

“Where’s my kiss, my dark empress/emperor?”

“Need to kiss you, my sexy vampire.”

"Getting lip prints on me whore?"

#bucci gang x reader #gender neutral reader #jjba headcanons #gender neutral s/o #jjba fluff #bucci gang #leone abbacchio x reader #bruno bucciarati x reader #guido mista x reader #giorno giovanna x reader #narancia ghirga x reader #fugo pannacotta x reader

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mrspocksbeard · 1 year

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I'm trying not to be maddeningly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love But every word you say falls like summer rain on the desert of my soul the sun hasn't shown this bright in ages and I can't stop staring into the light of your eyes did you know they're beautiful?

I'm trying (failing) not to be maddeningly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love. But the thought of your hand caressing my skin lights my whole world on fire Clearing away old, dead wounds to bring new life. Did you know you're all I think about?

I am maddeningly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love. And I hope pray that you are too.

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n3on-graveston3s-calling · 3 months

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How do you think crocodile would react with his s/o kissing his scar? Like, i'd love to think it'd be sensitive, but (my own experience) is that scars don't usually work like that ;-; but I reckon it's the action itself that counts

Lucky for you, nonnie, I have experience with facial scarring ( and scarring from other injuries ). It all entirely depends on the individual & how deep the injury was! Some are hypersensitive, others are not!

Anyways ONWARDS to this cute idea.

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Word Count: 402

•To allow anyone near him in such a manner speaks volumes to how much he trusts his partner- especially to allow them to touch his face.

•After all, he doesn't let just anyone touch him so freely without consequence…

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ㅤ⠀His gaze was trained on the book he held in his hand, roving across the page, drinking in the information. It was a historical text, one he'd been more than excited to finally get his hand on. All thanks to his partner, who had found it for him.

Speaking of, his gaze flickered up to track them as they slipped out of the bathroom, clean and settling down for the night. A smile curled his lips as they climbed atop the bed beside him- before crawling further forward, all but forcing him to set his book aside. A brow raised in silent question as they reached, settling their hands upon his cheeks, thumbs stroking gently at the skin.

“What are you-?”

“Hush, mio caro.” They murmured, watching the way he softened a touch at the pet name. Leaning in, they brushed a kiss along the line of subtly gnarled scar tissue, drawing a soft sound of surprise from Crocodile.

His nose scrunched up at the sensation; they didn't press hard, not at all, but the mere brush of their lips to nerve endings that lingered beneath the skin, still hyper sensitive after twenty years, had him flinching slightly. Not in pain, but surprise. Kiss after kiss was pressed, starting at his left cheekbone, across the bridge of his nose ( which was a touch painful; the bone never healed correctly, ) and onto his right cheek.

Only then did they lean back, pleased with themself. “Your cheeks are red,” they murmured, a slow grin spreading across their lips. “It suits you.”

“What was that about, huh?” He asked, reaching up to cup their cheek. They leaned into the touch, turning to nose at his palm.

“Just wanted to.”

“Just wanted to?”

“Mmh.”

“Tch,” eyes roll despite the fondness that seeped into his tone, “come here.” He pulled them closer, pressing a kiss to their temple, their cheek- their lips. “Sciocco.”

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ㅤ⠀*Mio Caro = My Dear

ㅤ⠀Sciocco = Silly

#one piece #sir crocodile #sir crocodile x gn reader #one piece headcanons #one piece imagines #x reader #this was. so soft to write. i could have kept writing on and on and on but i had to stop myself #thank you for this super sweet req #kanon's anons

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saraswritingtipps · 11 months

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Sweet italian nicknames

- Tesoro mio (My treasure)

- Amore mio (My love)

- Caro/cara (Dear)

- Cuore mio (My heart)

- Dolcezza (Sweetness)

- Angioletto (Little angel)

- Bambino/bambina (Baby/child)

- Stellina (Little star)

- Principessa (Princess)

- Tesorino (Little treasure)

- Piccolo/piccola (Little one)

- Fiorellino (Little flower)

- Dolcetto (Sweetie)

- Cucciolo/cucciola (Puppy)

- Mio/a (Mine)

#writing #writing tips #character development #name ideas #name suggestions #aestheitcs #name inspiration #nicknames #writing names #cute names #writer tumblr

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arzennn · 1 year

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Sway With Me | Luca Changretta imagine

Luca takes you to a charity event

warnings: none<3

ps: I see very few Luca Changretta fics here but I’m a sucker for this man

I had the dress picked out. Shoes that matched. I spent an hour doing my hair. And everything was perfect. Luca knocked three times on the door - our door.

“Amore?”

“Come in, love,” I called, and he stepped inside. I was getting dressed, the skirt already covering my lower half, but the I couldn’t do the zipper on the back. I looked at the man in the mirror. He came up behind me and started caressing my shoulders gently.

“The car gets here in fifteen minutes,” he said, and pressed a small kiss on my neck.

“Can you help?”

He smiled and worked the zipper up in one swift motion.

“There. Sei bello, mio caro,” he murmured in his low, raspy voice, making me blush like a teenage girl. We rushed downstairs and took our coats. The car was already waiting for us, parked on the pavement. The ride was quiet - Luca’s mind was somewhere else. I knew it, because we were headed to a very important charity event. Where all of the important people would be, and my husband was a rather important person in Birmingham. It was mainly about business, but he had me at the part where he said there would be music and dancing. We got there shortly. Luca jumped out and opened the door for me. The driver didn’t even had the chance. Luca offered his hand and I grabbed it as we walked into the lit- up building. Stepping in the door, our names were checked off a list.

“Mr. Changretta,” the man smiled. “Good to see you, sir.”

Luca and I walked into the next room, where they took our coats. The huge, two winged door that was next, led us to the ballroom itself. Soft, soothing music was playing, people were drinking and laughing. Everything in the room shimmered. The ceiling was high, and there hung a gorgeous chandelier.

“Oh, this is amazing, Luca.”

“I think I’m rather going to enjoy this,” he spoke. “Sei la donna più bella in questa stanza.” (You are the most beautiful woman in this room.)

I felt the blood rush to my cheeks.

“E il mio uomo è il più attraente,” I whispered to him, making a cocky smirk appear on his lips.

I felt his hands run over my exposed back. I jumped a little at the coldness of his rings.

“Ci porterò da bere,” (I’ll bring us a drink) he said and slipped away into the crowd. I waited for him just where he left me. I felt the eyes upon me. I saw a man approaching.

“Good evening, beautiful,” he smiled lightly.

“Good evening.”

“Tell me, oh, tell me, what is a beautiful lady like you doing here alone?” he pondered the question theatrically. I rolled my eyes. I hated this cliche. And what if I was alone? Wouldn’t be any of his business.

“I’m not here alone.”

“Well, you sure look like it,” he laughed.

I avoided his eye and tried to find Luca in the loud crowd.

“My husband is here somewhere,” I said. He didn’t look really convinced.

“Until he gets back,” he grinned mischievously, “a dance?”

“No, thank you,” I smiled politely, hoping he would leave me alone.

“Ah, come on. Just one dance.”

“No, thank you,” I said, a little more tense than before.

“But-“

“She said no, I believe,” I heard the voice I had longed to hear. Lucas arms closed protectively around mine.

“Mr. Changretta, sir, I- sorry, I didn’t know-“

“What? You tell me you weren’t familiar with the word ‘no’?” Luca asked coldly. “Or did your mother fail to have taught you manners? Va al diavolo.” (Get lost)

The man ran like an injured dog. I smiled up at my husband sweetly.

“Thank you.”

“Did he touch you, mio caro?”

“No.”

“Lucky for him.”

I caressed his bicep lightly.

“It’s okay, forget him.”

“As you wish, amore. A dance?”

I took his hand as he lead me to the dance floor.

“Si signore,” I giggled.

A few couples were already swaying on the floor when we joined. The slow rhythm flew through my husband and he tried to make me dance - his italian blood made him much better at it than me. He guided my waist and pulled me closer up until the moment there couldn’t be a slice of paper placed between us. It was intimidating: the characteristic smell of him that mixed with my perfume. I wished we could stay like this forever, his long fingers hugging my waist, his nose brushing my forehead as he presses a kiss there.

#luca changretta #luca changretta x reader #luca changretta imagine #luca changretta fanfic #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinder fanfic

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pipi-un-kaki-in-pipi-land · 1 year

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mio caro

summary: you and wednesday head to a club to stalk Tyler in beliefs that he’s the Hyde but the both of you ended up getting carried away by each other

The slow music pounded in your eardrums as you glanced at your partner in crime, who was checking her surroundings before redirecting her gaze at the tall figure meters away from where you were standing.

“When you told me we were stalking Tyler, I didn’t know we were supposed to be in a bar,” You bit your lip, inching closer to the ravenette who was crowded by dozens of people having the time of their lives on the dance floor.

“Quit complaining. You were the one who agreed to do this,” Wednesday replied, tucking her hair behind her ear before readjusting her black lace dress that left her with her back bare, and you had to hold you gawk when you first saw her in it.

You took a seat at the counter, handing a martini to Wednesday, who took a sip before making a sour face and handing the glass back to you. The strong taste of the gin burned down your throat before you placed the glass back on the countertop, coughing as you did so.

“You weren’t supposed to drink it like that,” The ravenette’s eyelids fluttered, putting the empty glass away from you.

“You seriously think I’m gonna eat the orange ski-” Your words were cut off by a harsh tug from Wednesday, who pulled you off your seat and onto the dance floor. You glance around frantically – and that’s when you saw Tyler, unaware of your presence but was still heading your way.

“We have to blend in, y/n. It’s the only way to leave us unnoticed,” The ravenette said, leaving your eyes widening in shock.

“Don’t tell me we have to dance,” you pinched your lip, looking around anxiously as Wednesday walked up even closer to you, and the tension between the two of you was hanging by a fine thread. She was just your roommate, after all, but even if you did love her, would she return the feelings?

“It’s the only way, don’t wanna get caught,” Wednesday muttered, placing her hand on your shoulder as you placed your slightly trembling hand on her waist. Fuck. You didn’t want to do this, but who knew what would happen to you if you refused? Curse words of embarrassment rambled around in your head as your feet synced in rhythm with hers, your hand moving closer to her neck with every passing second nervous sweat embroidered your face.

The tension sparked even brighter as Wednesday twirled and leaned on your hand, and the eye contact was something you could never leave with the girl in your arms. The ravenette sprung back upward as she forcefully walked you to the edge of the room, where the lights shone ever so dimly on the both of your silhouettes.

And here you were, pinned against the wall as Wednesday gently tugged down your lower lip. With your nose barely millimeters from hers, the tangy scent of the lemon martini lingered from her mouth as you looked even more deeply into her eyes.

You leaned in for an awkward kiss, but she stopped you midway as she pressed her finger on your lips which took you aback in confusion.

“I-I’m in love with you, y/n, but I’m scared of falling in love,” Her breath hitched as the dim verdant light reflected in her dark pupils, her hand gripping your shoulder tightly.

Your throat hanged. This was the first time you’ve heard Wednesday say she’s scared, despite being her roommate for over a year now. You leaned back into her, your hair intertwining with hers.

“Destiny will never seal us apart, Wednesday. You are safe in my heart, mio caro,” You whispered into her ear, planting a kiss on her cheek which tinted her face pink.

With her heart racing through her sternum, she kissed back even more passionately, and everything felt right at this moment of time.

#wednesday series #wednesday x y/n #wednesday x you #wednesday x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x reader #pipi un kaki in pipi caca land

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earthry · 9 months

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Affirmations For Papa | Secondo x Reader

Content / Warnings: Papa Emeritus II/Reader, SFW, 1.1k words, Secondo Angst

Author’s Note: Much thanks and love to @angelohspeak who encouraged me to post this <3 this is also definitely heavily influenced by our talks about Secondo <3

You introduce affirmations to Secondo and he has trouble accepting them.

“You’re not even trying, are you?” You’re sorely unimpressed with Secondo’s first few attempts; like a school boy blurting out whatever apology he was forced to give without any self reflection. You prop yourself up with an elbow, turning in bed to give him a leveled stare. He doesn’t look even remotely sorry, but he does scowl.

“What the fuck does that mean?” He looks frankly, a little insulted under the candlelight, his brow pronounced and furrowed in a furious manner. You do your best to soothe his ego with a sweet voice, brushing your thumb against his angry little wrinkles. You love the feeling of his skin against yours; some nights you’re content to just map out his body, traveling hands warm to the touch as you explore your lover.

“It’s not that I think you’re lying, mio caro. I just mean, you have to take it seriously. You have to think it and say it at the same time, you can’t just spit it out like it’s a rotten tomato.”

“Might as well be–” He mutters, eyes cast elsewhere before wincing when you give him a little kick under the blankets. “Satanas, woman, alright I’ll do it!”

He curses and rubs his leg with a wounded huff and the night echoes with soft petals of your laughter. You continue to gently massage his forehead and cheeks of wrinkles from his scowl. A few moments of silence pass as you settle, before you nudge him. “Well?”

“I’m… I am.. enough.” He mumbles so quietly you have to strain your ears. His body is still tense against yours, rigid as a board. Like he doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, like he doesn’t understand why it’s so hard to say something so simple with confidence. In front of anyone else, he knows he can shoulder it, knows he can announce it to the whole ministry if they asked. But with you he crumbles, with you he can’t lie. It’s not only because he knows you’d see through the lie within a heartbeat, but also because he cannot bring himself to.

Even in the dim lighting, you can see the turmoil warring across his features and reward him with a kiss to his nose for his troubles, which scrunches despite the pleased hum it draws from him. His shoulders are still tense, a violin string taunt against it’s foundation.

“Again,” You coax, voice soft. Your fingers trail down his cheek and he leans into your hand only marginally more relaxed.

“I am enough.” It’s louder, but you know him well enough to hear the hesitancy in his voice. This time you place a kiss to his temple.

“Again.”

“Cazzo, haven’t I said it enough?” He speaks harshly but you hear it for what it is: a plea. You can feel him begin to pull away but you don’t let him. “Per favore amore mio, why are you doing this,” he says roughly. He’s sat completely up now, and you push yourself off the bed as well, leaning against the headboard as you regard your lover.

“Because I love you, and you deserve to, too.” Your answer draws a sharp inhale from him, and he lets his head fall onto you, forehead resting against your shoulder.

“This is stupido but fine. I am enough.”

“Thank you.” He receives a soft kiss to his lips that he chases until you pull too far out of reach. Your grouchy lover swears up and down that he never pouts but right now? He is definitely pouting. “Mm, we’re not finished yet. Next one, okay? I am doing my best.” There’s a heavy sigh against you before he mutters it back to you. You know how hard this is for him, so you let that one slide and reward him with his kiss. Slowly, you begin cycling through your list, your kisses traveling between his cheeks to his forehead to his hand to his lips again. He savors each one, and with each phrase, you try to paint him the way you see him. You wish he could see it too.

I am worthy of love. I am more than a body. I can accept love from myself. Everything that I am is enough. I am allowed to choose myself.

It’s that last one that does it. He’s gotten quieter and quieter but that last one he can’t even finish– he just can’t do it no matter how hard he tries to shape his lips around the words, no sound comes out and before he knows it, his cheeks are wet.

Papa Emeritus II is not a crier.

But tonight, he is laid bare in more ways than one. His voice strangled, tapering off as he shuts himself down. You can see wide shoulders curling in on itself protectively, little tremors making themselves known. He’s not a crier, he doesn’t sob or sniffle or wail. He’s quiet and you pull him into your arms. He’s no longer alone, and you wrap your arms around him and for a second his body is stiff before it practically melts and he collapses into you. He’s still silent, but you can feel the wetness against your neck and you hold him together.

He doesn’t talk about it often; doesn’t even like it being mentioned most days, but sometimes when he looks into a mirror he doesn’t recognize himself. Doesn’t recognize the shape the church has push and pulled him into.

“I feel a little... used,” He admitted one night in the safety of your bedroom, in the safety of the darkness that swallowed the two of you. You hold him close and he buries his face in your shoulder. “Everything I’ve been taught has been by the church, for the church and this message they want to send the world. I don’t really know anything outside of what they’ve given me.”

It wasn’t as if he hated it. He had his own visions for the church, he loved his followers, his people. He enjoyed partying up to the early hours of the morning, loved indulging in the carnal pleasures of papacy.

But the mornings, the comedown?

It was like it was another man in that hotel bathroom mirror staring back at him with smudged paint and lipstick marks. They might as well have been tattooed to his skin with how hot they burned.

“I feel so detached sometimes, that I don’t know what to do.”

The room is still except for Secondo’s shaking shoulders and your comforting murmurs. You tell him to take as much time as he needs, you tell him you will always be here, you are always on his side. (His side. His side and not the church’s, isn’t that a wild thought?)

But most of all, you tell him what he cannot bring himself to say just yet, you tell him the one thing he's never been told before by anyone. Not his mother, not his father, not the church or sister imperator. Not a single soul until now.

He's allowed to choose himself.

And maybe, just maybe-- maybe he begins to believe it.

#papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa secondo #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #ghost fanfiction #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa 2 #papa ii #papa emeritus 2 #my fic

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loveswrites · 5 months

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The Leaves. Poly Volturi X Reader

The Leaves. Poly Volturi X reader

Word count: 860

Time it took: Like 2 months

To my love's: This is a product of my writers block. It's not finished but I just wanted to give you guys something. Let me know if you want me to finish it.

Love <3

“Please can I go!” You begged Caius as he walked too fast for your liking through the halls of the castle.

“It’s not safe out there and you know it. You're safe here. So the castle is where you will stay.” He replied slightly, rolling his eyes.

You had begged just about everyone in the Castle if they could take you out in the town as fall has arrived. Even all the irrelevant people such as the lady at the front desk. You saw one brown leaf fall onto your balcony one chilly morning and you’ve been asking to be taken out ever since. They were kind of taken aback when you had asked because you barely ever wanted to leave. You had everything you needed here. You didn’t really care for spring and you hated summer. The winters at the castle were the best you’ve experienced. But you had never seen the town in its full brightness in fall.

Fall was your favorite season and it’s shown since the first leaf fell.

“Why can’t we go to town and get some things for fall and christmas?” You questioned. You were the type that if it was fall it’s partially winter as well. So it’s christmas!

“First it was fall now it’s christmas? Go educate yourself on the seasons Amore mio.” And with that I was met with a slammed door to the face. He had literally shut me out.

“Let me in! Just take me out, I don't ask for much!” You yelled banging on the door to his study. Huffing you leaned against the door tapping your fingers against it thinking of what you were going to do. You had been asking for them to take you out. You don’t ask for stuff. If you want it, go get it. You thought to yourself.

But it’s different with them.. So you set off to ask one last person.

“Hii Marcuss.” You smiled, dragging out each word. Marcus was in the Garden on the other end of the castle.

“Hello Mio caro.” Marcus smiled watching you sit at his feet laying your head on his leg. He immediately started stroking your head in gentle pats. It was relaxing so you enjoyed it while you sorted out your thoughts of what you’d do if he did say yes.

You watched as the flowers in the garden swayed with the wind and you thought to yourself you couldn’t be at more peace. But you could.

“We should go outside for a walk.” You suggested.

“We are outside Mio caro, We can walk if you’d like.” He answered with his old timey voice.

“No, I mean outside in the town.. Just for a little while. I wanna go shopping. You guys always let me go shopping.” You ranted trying not to raise your voice and keep your heart rate down.

“It’s not safe for that. We still haven't found the vampires that have threatened an attack against us.” You huffed as he went on.

“You're very valuable which makes you vulnerable. You do understand this, yes?” He paused with his head pats waiting for you to respond. You nodded yes despite your urge to just raise hell.

It’s been like this for weeks. All of your mates hadn’t been home at the same time for weeks. It’s just been Cauis and barely him. He is always locked away in his study or in the throne room which you’ve been banned ever since the threat somehow snuck a gas bomb into the room. That only affected you. The threat was intended for you, so you’ve been on lock down.

You had bodyguards or vampire guards for 3 weeks until you got sick of it and went off on everyone. You had missed your mates. The antsy thought of someone trying to attack you bother everyone but you. It’s not like you didn;t understand why though. If something happened to any of your mates you don’t know what you would do.

Would you still be queen of the vampires? Would you be at constant attack the rest of your life? Would you ever find love again? What would life be after that? Would you even want to find out what life would be like?

So many questions, So many answers. So many voices in your head chanting so many different things.

Pulling yourself off the ground and away from Marcus's touch you let out a sigh.

“I’m going to my room to lay down. Please don’t let anyone disturb me will you?” You say as Marucs gives you a soft nod.

Turning away from him you started walking off to your side of the castle. The closer you got to your room the bigger your smile grew. They think they can just keep you in here? ‘It’s for your safety’ they’ll say. It’s been weeks since the last attack. Who knows, maybe they just gave up and found another victim.

All you knew was that you were going out to town even if it was the last thing you did.

And so it was.

#loveswrites #x reader #reader insert #twilight #the volturi #poly twilight #volturi x reader #alec volturi x reader #volturi poly #jane volturi x reader #cauis x reader #marcus x reader

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