#piofiore fanfiction

[xxsycamore]

—𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

► SYNOPSIS:

Yuan chokes you, and you don't fight - it simply feels too good.

▍yuan x f!reader

▍rating: E

▍tags: Choking; Asphyxiation; Masochism; Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot; Virginity; Reader is a virgin; Coming In Pants; Coming Untouched; Verbal Humiliation; Praise Kink; Dirty Talk; in Tsudaken's voice nonetheless! if you can hear it

▍wordcount: 1,254

▍a/n: Happy Episodio 1926 release everybody! 🎉I knew I would come back to writing fics for this fandom but I didn't know it would be that soon. I'm three chapters into Yang's route as of right now and it was enough to stir some emotions :') Now, this is not Lily, because I simply can't see a scenario where she lets that happen. So treat this as simply taking out my (our?) horny frustration that Yuan is to blame for 🙏🏻 I tried to keep this as plotless as possible. No spoilers ahead. Heed the tags & I hope you enjoy ❤

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The person in front of you is speaking, yet his words barely reach your mind. His tall frame looms over you casting a shadow, leaving you on your knees in the darkness of the already dimly lit room. Your eyes are glued to his face; the way his lips move, the way his gaze remains unwavering.

"… You're not hearing a word I say, aren't you, little mouse?"

His brows are slightly joined in a frown, as if he's pitying you - again, his gaze is unwavering. It's as if his eyes are depthless pools to drown in, dead seas; his animated features - simply an act.

You're telling yourself that the reason you're not running away from this man is because you're being realistic - there is no running away from him. It surely has nothing to do with the twisted tang of anticipation curling at the pit of your belly.

He leans in closer, yes, he's too tall and you're down on your knees, it's good that he does that - and you have a chance to admire him up close. The color of his eyes, a pretty red, a color that some might compare to a rose, but not you. His eyes are the color of danger, of blood. A screaming caution.

It's easy to get distracted, even if such instinctive sensations should send you into alert. But his speed is inhuman, who can blame you?

A hand is wrapped around your neck in an instant; an imprint of each of the five fingers bites into your skin, marring it - the pain is sudden and it knocks the air out of your lungs at once.

You find out that inhaling is not impossible, even if the air you take in is highly limited - is he not using his full force? Your thinking abilities are not at their sharpest as it is, but you conclude that he's going to torture you like this as long as he can. Strangely though, you can't help but see it as receiving more of his attention.

"Hmm… That's an interesting reaction. I thought it was fear, but it seems to be something else…" He drags his words, speaking slowly, almost as if to catch up with your low comprehension level in the situation.

"Could it be that you're excited?" he adapts a lighter tone, lips curling in a smile, his faintly wrinkled skin stretching. He appears to be no less than forty in age, a man who has seen many things. But what is he seeing now?

"Or even, perhaps… aroused?"

His hand is so sturdy when holding you in place, a vice-like grip that is just enough to let you breathe and that's it. The oxygen flowing through you is scarce, head spinning as the world is nothing but a soft buzz. Aroused…? What is he talking about?

He presses a bit more harshly and you remember that you do have room to retreat, albeit limited. Or maybe that's exactly what he wants you to do, as your knees buckle and you fall backwards, sitting on your heels.

Yuan uses the tip of his shoe to nudge the place between your legs, unceremoniously brushing aside the hem of your dress, dirtying it in the process. The cloth betrays you quickly as your panty-covered crouch is humiliatingly revealed to the chill air and to Yuan's venomous gaze.

There is a faint humming sound of approval, as if the man above you has laid his eyes upon a treasure that heads had to fly for, and then some more. You know for a fact he might has experience with these things, yet the reason is beyond you. Either way, your eyes sparkle, and it doesn't go unnoticed by Yuan.

"Aren't you a rare one? Getting so aroused by me clutching your life in my hand like that… A miserable little thing, aren't you?"

He pities you again, repeating the word 'aroused', and you suddenly put two and two together. Your mind really is in a haze, or maybe what's reminding of your sanity has been telling you it can't be true. But why wouldn't it? A poor, miserable thing you are, just like he said - ever since you laid your eyes upon Yuan, way before you found yourself in this position, you couldn't help but fall badly for him. In the most twisted, wanton-marked way, in the worst way.

If choking got you into this mess you made of yourself, choking would take you to peak. That much Yuan decides before strengthening his grip.

You would be moaning if you could manage. Your heart should be leaping twice, thrice as much, but your heartbeat is significantly slowed due to the lack of air in your lungs. The only thing increasing is arouse, as you try to trash your legs to a favorable position - proving to be futile, as Yuan's foot is preventing you from clutching them together.

"Would you break, I wonder? How much time do we have to play together?"

His lazy gaze bores into you as you try not to come undone on the spot under his intense eyes alone. There is no doubt the clear indication of your desire would be the drenched cloth covering your pussy.

"To get off this easily, you must be truly untouched. I like that, I see a slut in your eyes but there is a pure maiden underneath. How intriguing."

His praise is coloring your cheeks, at least a little, considering you might have gone too pale already. All he speaks is true; from the pristine maidenhood to the sinful desire sleeping underneath. You should have more shame.

The undeniable build-up in your core is an approaching orgasm, you know that much, but you never experienced one - therefore you never expected it to be this intense. It hits you at once, not asking if you want to linger in the moment a little more, not considering that you might want to think what would happen to you once Yuan satisfies his curiosity of seeing someone come from being strangled by his hand.

The world quakes, spins, and finally shatters to a deep black - it would appear that you're losing conscious, but not from lack of oxygen, then, from pleasure?

Your neck is awfully lonely without his hand.

You cough and cough, weakly feeling around your neck as if it would help you soothe the pain. Your nethers are burning, pulsing maddeningly, finally having had a taste from the forbidden fruit.

Yuan straightens his posture and you almost can't focus your eyes on his face, but you will yourself into it. His eyes are just as lifeless, but he appears to be very content with how things played out.

"You didn't break, in the end. What a good girl you are."

His hand caresses lightly your face and his praise means the world to you in that moment, all reservations thrown away. Your eyes sparkle again, brighter, having returned their light. Yuan puts his lips in a thin line, then chuckles a little.

"My, did the little mouse think I got amused by her? I'll let you know, not once in my life was I amused."

It makes something burn in you. Not hatred and surely not rage.

If you passed the test of not dying by his hand, then he surely won't enjoy simply killing you off now. Which tells you there will be next time.

Yes, burning deep into your now corrupted soul is the desire to prove yourself further to Yuan.

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[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."

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[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."

#nicola francesca #piofiore #piofiore the fated memories #nicola francesca x reader #nicola francesca x fem reader #my witing #streaming archive #piofiore nicola #piofiore x reader #piofiore fanfiction #otome game #otome fandom #otome fanfiction

[hellcatinnc]

Otometober Day 16 - Your Main Squeeze

18+ Adult Content Ahead...

Ok so this is tricky cause anyone who knows me knows that Ikki, Saint, Dante, Impey & Loki are my top husbandos. So I think I will end up writing for each of them a halloween short story for now I will do Dante cause lately he is the one always on my mind. This will be from my pov like as if I was the one in the story with him.

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Dante

Dante sits in his office going over some of the family things with Nicola while I'm in our room trying to figure out my costumer for tonight. We have a costume party that I talked Dante into throwing happening in a few hours. I had already told Dante several times don't be late. I let him be let him work on all that mafia stuff its not like I don't know what he does but I have better time living with things by not knowing the details. I love Dante and I respect he knows what to do to better our town as well as to keep us safe. I decided to dress up as a sexy cat since I know how much my baby loves his kitties. I do this as our sweet furbaby sits on the bed watching me. I deck out all the way down to the whiskers and cute black ears wrapped up in my chocolate brown locks. After I look in the mirror and know I am ready to go I look at the time and realize we have about a hour before the party starts so I decide to head down the hall and grab Dante and have him get dressed as well.

As I walk into the hallway I run into Leo rushing down the hall from Dante's office, he smiles at me and says hello but is in too much of a rush to stop and chat. I get to Dante's office and I softly knock, I have a special knock we decided together so he would always know when it was me and when no matter what was going on he would stop to see me. This is what he did to, before I knew it the door swung open and there was my amazing fiancé standing in front of me. Before I could say something he had already looked my outfit up and down and he flushed rosy red cheeks before pulling me into him by my waist. He used to be so shy about some of these things but after being with him over a year now he knows how to dominate me the way I like. He smiles as he looks into my eyes "You look amazing!" the only words I hear him speak before he crashes those delectable lips into mine. We are locked into a passionate kiss when I hear someone clear their throat. As we let our lips rest we look over to Nicola standing awkwardly near Dante's desk.

I slowly pull away from Dante before acknowledging Nicola "I'm sorry to interrupt, I did not see you there" I confess. Nicola chuckles tilting his hat to me as he slides out the door walking between us before turning around. "Its ok I'm just happy to see Dante happy with all he deals with daily. I will get out of the way and see you two at the party." He turns and walks down the hall where I can hear him still softly laughing to himself. Dante is slightly flushed in the face he isn't used to being caught in such a situation around others, we normally keep those things private to our bedroom. I decide tonight might be worth a little flirting outside the bedroom for once, I want him to know how bad I want him all night long and we can see how the outcome happens when we go to bed tonight. I smile at Dante "So we need to get you ready for tonight and what do you think of my costume"? He looks up to me and a small smirk comes to his lips while his eyes follow from my lips down to my breast that are slightly exposed at the top of my shirt. "I would say you are the sexiest cat I have yet to see, I love it". He exclaims these soft words at a low sound to his voice but you could tell the outfit was getting to him. He grabbed my hand and we walked back to the bedroom together.

I wasn't sure what was going through his mind but I know as soon as we walked in the room he couldn't keep his hands off me. Although he was grabbing at the tail that I had and running his fingers down the side of my costume it didn't take long before he pushed me back on to the bed running his fingers up my arms up to my face where he cupped my chin. He passionately kisses my lips so tenderly and engulfs my very being as the kisses get hungrier as he pushes his body down on me, I can now feel his weight taking me over. As he lets go of my lips for us to breathe I let out a soft moan, and he crashes his lips into me again. I can tell he wants me as I want him, knowing what we need to be getting ready for but at this moment all I want is him. He has been so busy lately its been a bit since we have been so passionately involved and it shows too in how much we want each other. He slowly moves from my lips down to my ears and neck and I moan a bit louder. As he works his way down to my chest there is a knock at the door. It abruptly stops us in our tracks as we hear Leo's voice on the other side letting us know guests had started to arrive.

Dante stands up reaching out his hand to me to help me up as well. "Guess its time to get ready and this will continue tonight." I gesture to him as I softly wipe the lipstick off his lips then pull him in running my hands down giving his butt a nice squeeze. I pull away and give him a wink "I will wait down stairs so I don't cause anymore distractions" As I went to walk out he grabbed me by the arm "Your never a distraction, well a bad distraction that is. I want you to stay I want to walk down stairs with you on my arm, so everyone can see I have the most beautiful woman on my arm and in my heart." He smiles as he delitcates those words to me. I smile then sit down on the bed and wait for him to head to the closet. I have no idea what he plans to dress as we decided it would be fun for us both to surprise each other I figured he wouldn't make alot of effort and might just come as a mafia boss. That being said I heard him bumping around in the closet then he yelled to not come in so I waited.

After some time I heard the click to the closet slowly open and I was so excited about what the costume was going to be. I was blown away when he walked out dressed as a white cat in a suit. He was decked out in this sexy white suit with blue accent. He even had a thin but long tail that attached to the back. He had these fluffy white ears that looked so cute on him. He looked up at me and I could tell he was embarrassed. We both chose to be a cat for each other and I found it absolutely adorable. My wonderful husband understood me and I understood him without even trying. I knew in this moment I was marrying the man of my dreams. I walked over kissing his lips and cupping his kitty face. "Surprise! We match" he says with a chuckle. Nodding I acknowledge him "Yes I do love your a kitty, mind if I pet you, meow?" He pulled me into him and softly whispered into my ear "You can pet me anytime, my love." I smiled at his words then grabbed his hand I knew we were late for the party as it was. We walked down the stairs to where we heard alot of noise and music playing.

We stepped out into the room and people stopped and stared back at us. I guessed a mafia boss dressed as a kitty isn't something you see every day but this was the man I loved he was softer than people would ever know and I'm ok being the one that sees that side of him that the world will not. He used to be a sad boy and now everyday I find ways to make him smile again and again. He has laughed more with me in the last year than Nicola says he has in his lifetime. We get out to the middle of the floor and the music is playing a soft gentle melody when he stops and bows to me and takes my hand and kisses it. "Will you do me the honors?" He says this as he looks up and smiles at me. I not and let him pull me into him. Its like in that moment the world fades around us and its only us dancing in the middle of the room. This man pulls me so close I can feel the warmth of his body, I can feel his heartbeat as I rest my head on his shoulder. We get lost in the moment and enjoy ourselves. We have a few drinks and mingle with the guests and just have a fun time. Dante spent alot of time giving me drink after drink though I'm sure he was trying to see how I would get drunk at a party. I found it cute though and kept drinking what he brought me.

Normally Dante isn't real talkative but the drunker he got he started to talk about how attractive I was and wanted to steal kisses all in front of people. He is normally a gentleman and much more reserved but I liked this side of him. It showed a possessiveness that I don't normally see I mean I know he protects me at any cost and he will step in if someone is to hit on me but this was different. People were talking to him and he was like talking about he couldn't and wouldn't lose me to anyone even if he had to use his gun to prove his point. He talked to Nicola about watching his back cause Nicola had made some flirty comments through the night but Dante wasn't having that. Anyways as the night came to a end and people had started to leave I knew I wanted Dante so bad but he was in no shape to handle anything so I asked Nicola to help me get him up to the bedroom and into bed. After we got upstairs I thanked Nicola and shut our door. Dante laid with flushed cheeks on our bed asleep. I got undressed and slipped into something more comfy a long night dress. I then came over and helped take his ears and tail off and went to help try to get him into some more comfier clothing.

Right about that time he looks up opening his beautiful blue azure eyes and pulls me on top of him in bed. He pulls me down onto his chest as he kisses my lips softly "You know I love you and want you so bad don't you?" I smiled down at him "Yes my love I do but your a bit to drunk at the moment". He reached down sliding my night dress up onto my thighs as his fingers touched my skin they burned like fire, it unleashed this desire I wanted him so bad in that moment. He rolled me onto the bed and got on top of me he pulled my leg up and started to kiss slowly down it moving close to my carnal treasure. This man ravaged me hours into the night kissing and touching and even tasting every part of me. This was our first halloween and he knew how to bring it to an amazing climax.

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Hope you enjoyed reading my little short story I had fun doing so. I miss writing and haven't wrote in a long time until this year coming on tumblr and then my fan fics I write and now thanks to @protags-fic-blog I have been trying to get into writing more again and enjoying it like I used to. Wish I had alot more time but I use what I got so thanks hun and I hope ya'll enjoy.

#otometober #otometober challenge #dante falzone #dante #halloween #halloween fanfic #adult fanfiction #fan fic writing #fan fic #piofiore dante #piofiore

[squeaklings]

Valentine's Two-for

Somehow, against all odds, I managed to finish two fics in time for Valentine's. I'm still unsure about one of them, but if I don't put it out there I can never get better, so... Here's hoping these are good treats for the day.

First offering:

An Orlili story set after Alternativa but with no spoilers to speak of. I just wanted to work outside of his route (for once) and give them that new, young love feeling.

Rated: G

Spoilers: none

Warnings: None, just fluff

Second offering:

My first Tokisada/Byakuya fic. I'm really nervous about this one because I had trouble finding their voices despite super loving the route and him and their absolutely adorable, made just for me romance.

Rated: R16/M

Spoilers: none

Warnings: non-explicit sex, fluff

#fanfiction #piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore orlok #piofiore liliana #orlok/lili #orlili #orlok best boy #olympia soiree #amakusa shirou #tokisada/olympia #byakuya #otome

[ishaslife]

welcome, weary wanderer 🌖

ABOUT ME:

name: Isha

age: 20

gender and pronouns: female, she/her

MBTI: INFJ-T

socials: YouTube, Instagram, Pinterest

games: dragon age, bg3, ffxiv, elden ring, hakuoki and other visual novels, wayhaven chronicles and many others.

hobbies: playing video games, occasional writing and reading, making ambience and playlists, cooking & baking, making moodboards, photography, learning/studying history, literature, fables, myths, legends and simping over fictional men alongside being delulu.

I make ambience and playlists on YouTube, my channel is linked above. My content focuses on imagined ambiences and playlists, i.e. how I imagine a fictional place to sound based on descriptions and music representing characters, locations etc.

romances and favourite characters (at least those I can remember off the top of my head):

Alistair Theirin, Fenris, Solas (dragon age)

Astarion (baldur's gate 3)

Harada Sanosuke (hakuoki)

Gilbert Redford (piofiore)

Hattori Hanzo (nightshade)

Zayne (love & deepspace)

Hien Rijin, Aymeric de Borel, Haurchefant Greystone, Emet-Selch (ffxiv)

Hebaron Nirta (under the oak tree)

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Get to know me

Name : Blueberry

Age : 19

Home : Germany there fore German

Hobby : writing and reading fanfiction since 12 years old and sometimes drawing

Language I can speak : German & English and I'm currently learning spanish from my school...but it's difficult not gonna lie

Birthday : 17.September

Favorite movies : Interview with a Vampire, The Crow, The Lost Boys, Lords of Chaos, Dracula 1992, Dracula (with Cristopher Lee & Peter Cushing), DWK movie series, Twilight saga, Hunchbag of notre dame, Frozen 1, Matrix, Tanz der Vampire, Tintin adventure : Secret of the Unicorn 2011, X-men series, Fantastic Beasts series, Alexander 2004, The picture of Dorian Grey 2009, Spies in disguise, Primal Fear, Nightmare on Elmstreet remake, Hellraiser, Zetsuai/Zetsuai Bronze, Edgar Wallace movies, Gattaca, Star Trek, Crimson Peak and many more

Favorite series : Good Omens, Interview with a Vampire tlc, Hannibal, DWK animated series, Banana Fish, AHS, Sailor Moon, One piece, House of the Dragons, tmnt 2012, Diabolik Lovers, Dramatical Murder, Shiki, South Park, Gotham, Miarculous

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[writtenkiss]

I am sincerely curious. Has some of you ever written a piofiore fanfiction? Because. I need content of this game. Please drop the title if you did sOBS

#꒰͡ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 — piofiore. 🌱 #genuine question #please please please #like #i crave for canon x oc content #even a headcanon one is fine tbh

[mythicamagic]

Hi, I'm the same anon who sent this in.

I really want to write a fanfic with this plot, but I don't know how Yang would behave if he really was a vampire hunter for hire. I mean, I can imagine him being a total psycho who kills for pleasure and fun, but in the story I want to write he's being hired to rescue Yui, how would Yang behave in that situation?

I don't think Yang would just save her (because that would be boring). I'm sure he would try to play with the Sakamaki brothers. He would probably leave bite marks on Yui to provoke them, after all, he is a hunter who is hunting other predators...

Could you give me some tips or ideas?

I feel like this whole idea of Yang in the Dialovers universe has too much potential but I'm afraid of ruining it. >_<

And I'm sorry if these kind of messages are a nuisance.

Ah don't stress about it too much anon! In the end, fanfiction should be a hobby you have fun with! So don't worry about messing up first off. Yang is a challenging but super fun and rewarding character to write, so don't give up!

I think the situation isn't too different from how Yang would normally act. During the final route in piofiore, Yang attempts to kidnap Lili from her room in the church. When asked why, he says he just wanted to 'see what all the fuss was about.'

So perhaps initially Yang could eithier meet Yui at school, in passing in the street, or hell - climb into her room in Sakamaki mansion and bite her just for the first taste, and as you said, provoke the boys 😂

#diabolik lovers #Piofiore yang

[xxsycamore]

—𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐, 𝘈𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴

► SYNOPSIS:

Lili and Dante walk back home.

▍dante x liliana  ▍rating: G ▍tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Childhood Memories; No Spoilers ▍wordcount:  569

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▍a/n: Aha! I bet you didn't expect this, @chaosangel767 ! Another little gift for Chaya, who has a birthday today! Ever since you told me Dante is your first otome love, I couldn't help myself - and certainly not after checking out your Pumpkins & Fireplaces 2022 challenge once again. It's a great one and it inspired me greatly! I'm glad I could participate while also gifting you another fic ❤ Hope you enjoy!

▍Prompt: Crunching Leaves while walking

((no spoilers for Dante's Episodio 1926 route - at the moment of posting this fic I haven't read it myself yet!))

It's another Wednesday morning, and just like always, Liliana accompanies Dante on his visit to the church.

She's not sure when their "always" exactly started, but somewhere along the way so did their "forever". The seasons changed and then changed some more; it’s autumn again. Unlike the grayish colors of the autumn of 1925, Liliana now can see the full colors of the world again, from the safety of Dante's arms.

Albeit only morning, everything is dyed in warm orange - the lines of tall ginkgo trees outstretch as far as the eye can see and make a veil over their heads.

Having just exited the church, such change of scenery makes Lili gasp. She's moved by occasional pretty sights in their ordinary life - their now shared, same ordinary life - and Dante knows that. A discreet gesture to the men in suits following behind them is enough - they won't disturb the couple for the rest of their walk.

In her stunned, starry-eyed daze, Lili forgets to take the shawl from off her head after exiting the church. It's a surprise she walks without tripping, Dante notes, and keeps holding her hand firmly to guide her. They walk in deeper and deeper into the tunnel made out of shades of yellow, orange and red - until they're seemingly far from everything else but one another.

Dante calls for her, and Lili turns. His gloved hands are gently pushing the shawl back from her head, admiring the sight of blonde hair bobbing at the sides where the shawl restricts it. Lili is still while Dante undoes the knot for her, smiling and averting her eyes just because.

And Dante uses the chance to tug on the ends of the now untied shawl. Having slightly leaned down, he is at the perfect height to meet her lips with his own as she's pulled in.

Their kiss is short but sweet.

"Dante!" Lili protests upon withdrawal, not expecting that he'd use her shawl for something like that. It's rare for him to use dirty tricks but it's worth noting that he is good at those when he does.

"Forgive me. I couldn't help myself."

His apology is genuine yet she has a feeling he might be holding the self-satisfactory smile on his face, she won't check for now. They continue their walk in content silence.

Some of the leaves underneath them crunch, and Lili feels silly for not minding her step. As soon as Dante notices she's trying to avoid them, as if to reassure her, he steps directly on the leaves as well.

"Haha, what are you-"

"This brings me back."

Keeping up with the slightly speeded-up step of Dante while he keeps holding her hand steadily and thus dragging her along, Lili looks at him in question.

"I used to do that as a kid. It was hardly considered worth the scolding so I could get away with it pretty often."

The image of that bright little kid plays in Lili's mind, and her heart nearly melts with the adorableness of it. It turns out her tall and serious Dante used to be a little bit on the naughty side sometimes, just like every other kid.

She laughs sincerely and Dante knows without asking that she's not laughing at him - and as she takes the lead through all the crunchy leaves along the path back home, he finds that she's laughing with him.

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[pseudofaux]

ok, so how do you think lili and yang's first night REALLY went? apparently they went at it all night, but for someone's first time that's kind of hard to believe! i'm curious to see your take because you right yang really well! headcanons style or scenario, whichever you prefer!

So I have really been thinkin' about this one! I am glad you asked about it, it hits me right in the Yang/kinks and I hope you'll see this and enjoy!

(Requests are closed, I am currently finishing up what I owe from earlier this year. I will post a masterlist when they are all completed. Thank you for reading!)

➡️➡️I’m gonna put a warning on this one for some very misogynistic female virginity-centric thoughts from Yang, including about blood. To me they all make sense, and are appropriate given the ask and character, but they will be a lot if you’re sensitive to that, so just a heads up those are under the cut. Avoid if you need to!⬅️⬅️

She is not warm anymore but hot, and her fingers clutch at him with a reluctance that makes him grind a laugh into her mouth and tell her to hold on if she doesn’t want to hit her head against the bedframe.

She is (still) a good girl, so she does.

Her blood is on him, and it makes the space between them smell like wet coins and earth. There's no longer anything particularly arousing about the scent of blood to him, but he doesn't resent what he smells, or what he sees. She arouses him plenty for this purpose, and that is all he needs to see it done.

The ways she is warm, and pliant, and trying to keep herself from letting out another little mewl or yelp... he lets himself luxuriate in those comforts, like she is a long, trembling pillow that goes from overstuffed stiffness to the most body-cradling seduction of softness.

Her lashes sweeping up and then meeting, and the way those little cries have become short, sharp pants of sugar scented breath: he can admit that those things arouse him. He thinks they would arouse most men, not that he is like most men. But he is a man. And she is a woman now, beneath him. He can admit that he does not mind that.

There is no telling how long it will be before he begins to mind. Not long, likely. He knows his own nature. He knows enough about other people to expect she will eventually bore him, just like they have. It's mostly boredom that's brought the two of them to his bed, after all, more boredom than desire.

He recognizes there is some small desire in his brain to get the taste of her blood in his mouth. Does that wet coin smell mean it will taste like a punched disc fished out of a puddle on the street? Or does the sugar on her tongue live in all the places of her body? She is not warm anymore but hot, and her fingers clutch at him with a reluctance that makes him grind a laugh into her mouth and tell her to hold on if she doesn’t want to hit her head against the bedframe.

She is (still) a good girl, so she does.

When she’s fainted or fallen asleep or whatever it is virgins do when a man is done with them, he’s still smelling that wet coin smell. It’s a little saltier now, like the coin was fished out of the ocean instead. The ocean is dangerous and does not care what happens to people. He likes this change, likes that he has changed her.

He touches her face while she dreams, and breathes her in through his nose, tucked into a space at the bottom of her naked throat. He thinks about moving so he can get that taste he wanted and know for certain what water and metal have bled out of her, but he is comfortable where he is. So he stays.

Naps are meant for whenever he wants to have them, but that’s usually daytime. He’s surprised to wake up in the middle of the night between ruined sheets, with the woman not turned away from him at all, actually nestled quite close and her cheek using his arm like a pillow.

He is more curious than angry.

“Hey.”

Her eyebrows flinch but smooth out.

He thinks about calling her something rude, something that would dig right into whatever hurt about her decision to let him fuck her. What’s the worst thing to call a woman who loves the God here? Whore?

He does not call her that. But he does not like to be ignored, so he bites the point of her nose until she cries, and the sound makes him want to kiss her again so he does. Her confusion arouses him-- it does-- so he moves on top of her, pulling his arm out from under her face without a thought for how her pretty hair will tug her head.

But he likes the way it does, when he sees it. So he moves his mouth to her ear and whispers that he’s going to have her again, then bites the supple flesh there, too.

She tucks her chin down toward her chest like a bird, and her hands land on his shoulders with the delicate weight of nightingales finding their perch. It’s so good it makes him want to destroy her.

So he does. He makes her silly little throat go hoarse, makes the whole house hear them.

Ha.

Something about the way her chest moves when he’s slamming deep into her hips makes him want her on top, and it’s not as though she could be more broken in at this point (or that he would care if there were still something that would tear and bleed inside her), so he gets on his back and tells her what to do.

His voice is low but softer than he planned. He’s not hoarse.

Hmm.

She does what he says, but he slaps the heft of her ass when she is trying to settle herself, just to remind her not to get too comfortable beyond resigning herself to whatever he wants.

And now whenever he wants it.

The view as she plants her soft hands on his belly and moves her hips as though her bones could be shy puts him in a good mood again, maybe because it presses her breasts together full and shameless despite her shame. He likes it, at any rate, and finds himself curling both hands around her ass, patting the place he hit.

She’s like a pet, he reminds himself. Nothing wrong with stroking a well-behaved pet.

He brings one hand around her front and strokes her until she sucks in a breath and tightens all around him, and he grunts like he can punish her with the sound as he floods her yet again, but she merely looks tired.

The red that was on her thighs is all smeared to nothingness, practically worn away. There’s still a tint of it, like someone used a watery ink on her legs.

He should be tired, but the idea of painting her is too interesting. He decides to do that instead of sleep. But he puts her on her back and lets her sleep. For now. He can tell he’s going to splatter onto her defenseless belly loud and hard enough to wake her up, if she knows what’s good for her.

When he wakes up next, the sun is sharp and someone’s already started making breakfast. He can smell it. He smells earth and shore sand and metal and blood and sex, too.

He doesn’t remember sucking at her skin so much, but she looks like someone pinched her in a half dozen places and that’s just what he can see above the sheet. Under the sheet are more marks, and bigger. They look like real bites and bruises, and he... feels, about that.

He has never seen her so deeply asleep. He remembers the ways her exhausted body went slack against him several times, especially her stomach against his and the weight of her on top of him when her hands tried to let go of their grip on the bedding. Cute. Like a kitten.

He had no specific plan to discard of her, but he realizes that he wants to keep her for awhile and see how far that enthusiasm goes, especially now that she has given everything up. Sweet little sinner.

Maybe he should wake her up with his tongue between her legs.

He’ll think about it. For now he breathes deeply through his nose and thinks of coins in watery puddles that are tinted red, and of the way the waves of her hair fanned out like a phoenix’s triumphant wings just as she completely surrendered.

It makes him hungry.

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[jardinsdeminuit]

Red Lines [Yang x Lili NSFW]

My first Kinktober fic! Let’s just pretend it’s still the 1st of the month and I’m not a day late posting this :’) I’m going to be releasing six fics across the month, one for each love interest x Lili, with each corresponding to a different Kinktober prompt.

Kinktober 2021 / Day 1 / Knifeplay

Fandom: Piofiore no Banshou

Pairing: Yang x Lili

Rating: E (knifeplay, blood kink, fingering, vaginal sex, dub-con, religious corruption)

18+ content! Please don’t click the link if you’re a minor 🌱

Read it here!

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Lili’s eyes widened. “A knife?”

She glanced at the door, wondering if it was too late to run away without Yang catching her.

“No need to look so scared,” he said, sitting down on the bed beside her. “I'm not going to kill you. Unless you want me to.”

Lili shook her head. “No, I don't.”

“Oh.” Yang's face fell slightly, as if he'd actually been expecting a positive answer to his little joke. He ran his slender, tattooed fingers along the blade. It was long, thin, and curved upwards at the end to a razor-sharp point.

Before Lili could protest, Yang was on top of her, pushing her onto the bed with one hand on her chest. She stared up into eyes the colour of liquid gold.

“You wanted to alleviate my boredom, didn't you? Well, why not let me cut you up a little?”

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[hellcatinnc]

How the Men Of Piofiore Would Be On Being Dating Apps

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Warning This includes: SFW(Read Tags Before Continuing)

Tags: sfw, dating apps, hookups, booty calls, smart phone, dating profiles, fluff

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(I have yet to get into Henri's story but I will update this as soon as I do.)

I marked this SFW since there is no actual sexual acts in it just the booty calls and dating apps

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Dante Falzone

Nicola talks him into doing this in hopes Dante will find a good woman for him or hopefully at least a fling however he knows Dante isn't that kind of guy. He would be the one with a romantic outlook something like CapoNeedsLove, DFalzone or SadMafiaGuy and his profile would be centered around writing as much as he can about what his likes and dislikes are. If he is going to go through this then he is definitely goin to make sure there is a chance for him to find the love of his life. He would stay clear of apps like tinder for hookups and go more for the ones like christan singles. He is very upfront about being the boss of the Falzone's and that his family has watched over Burlone for centuries, he is proud of it in away. Sadly this sad boy as well would get hurt easily if he was cat fished, he would easily give up and delete his account.

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Nicola Francesco

This man is the king of dating apps especially hot or not, tinder, and bumblebee. He knows how to swipe so fast that he can have 7 dates lined up for every day of the week in less than 5 minutes. He is smooth and charming and gets all the girls attention with his suave profile. His profile really be in the end more towards his booty calls with some possible relationships but they will all be short lived.

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Yang

Oh he is straight to the point on his because he really can't be asked to mess with them. He will make it blunt and clear and then he will forget to check his messages because he would rather go to a bar grab any woman he wants and make her his for the night at least. He don't care about the idea of being in our day in time with dating apps just doesn't faze him.

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Gilbert Redford

When it comes to dating apps you would think with the charm and how charismatic he is he would would be perfect at this. However Gil is more about up-close person to person chats. Anyways his wink here and there and kissing your hand well that would go unnoticed if he had to try to prove he can be your prince charming, gentleman. He makes a profile eventually cause Oliver pressures him to but you will find he is more the speed dating type and may check his messages once a week on the app mainly cause Oliver bugs him too.

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Orlok

Oh he is still trying to figure out how to use the phone. He has a smart phone that was given to him and he can't get past the lock screen sometimes because its just too hard to figure out so he ends up getting mad at it one day and breaks the phone. He did eventually get his profile put up but thats only cause in the end someone showed him how to get to his page and set it up. However after forgetting how to run the app, get his phone unlocked and be able to use it he said the heck with it and tossed it.

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#x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #Scenario Fanfics #scenarios #otome #piofiore #orlok #yang #dante falzone #nicola francesca #gilbert redford #x !female reader #!female reader #sfw #fluff

[squeaklings]

All of Me, chapter 2

Rating: R16

Spoilers for 1926 and Orlok's drama CD

Fluff with a tiny bit of sussiness

A continuation of my fic based on track 3 of Orlok's drama CD. I hadn't intended on writing a sequel, honestly, and I'm a bit nervous to post it because the tone and structure aren't quite the same between the two. But I had this cute morning after idea that fit well and just...kept writing.

I hope it's okay.

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[sialeyritt22]

new chapter of my fanfic is here

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[glassworkspiderlilies]

lily blooded

Piofiore no Banshou | Dante/Liliana, Nicola | AO3 Summary: There is worry that goes around, when Liliana Adornato, raised a church girl all her life, becomes Liliana Falzone, thereby officially moving into the Falzone manor and taking up the position of a mafia wife. She settles in just fine. Notes: spent five hours typing 4k words in one sitting and had an enormous amount of fun...love the falzone boys. :’)

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There is worry that goes around, when Liliana Adornato becomes romantically involved with the young Falzone Boss. After all, she was raised a church girl through and through, pious and idealistic, seemingly untouched by such violence that the mafia is so often exposed to or the cause of. Even those who do know her history of run-ins with the mafia worry at least a little, because it’s one thing to be caught up in their problems or under their protection, and another to be the lover of one of the most prominent Family’s Boss.

Liliana can be described in many ways, but they all boil down to the same thing—polite, well-mannered, pious, gentle…if one must offer up a flaw, then it is probably that she can work herself too hard for those she cares for, and that she can be kind to a fault. All in all, she is not the sort of girl that one imagines entangled with the mafia. Though the rest of the Falzone family are used to her presence—and enjoy it—even they will consider her something of the Family princess, a delicate girl to be protected, even more so because she is their Boss’ precious lady.

It is something of a surprise when Dante Falzone and Liliana Adornato are married in springtime, and she becomes Liliana Falzone. Oh, there was never any doubt of their deep affection for each other, but marriage is simply more binding, especially when one marries into the mafia.

Nevertheless, the wedding is celebrated with joy, and Liliana officially moves into the Falzone manor and takes on the position of a mafia wife—the lady of the Falzone Family, a woman with even more status and position than before—

And she settles in just fine.

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The Falzone soldati are surprised when they walk into the training rooms one day to see their Boss and his Lady in front of the targets. There is a gun in Lili’s hands, and Dante is standing behind her, helping position her arms and correcting her posture. It would be something out of a romance novel considering how he is practically cradling her to teach her, but the soldati see the absolute seriousness in both of their eyes, and they understand that this is not some mere whim of either of theirs.

It makes sense, for a mafia wife to learn to shoot a gun. But even so, it is a shock seeing the weapon in Lili’s hands, when they are so used to her cheerfully passing out plates of dolce or taking flowers from the Boss with a radiant smile.

But she does not cut much of an intimidating figure, even with the sheer focus on her face, and she yelps when she fires the gun, stepping backwards into Dante’s chest. It’s something of a relief that this incongruent thing does not seem to change her at all.

Dante chuckles a little, but repositions her.  

“You’ll get used to the recoil,” he says, and Lili laughs a little, looking at her shaking hand.

“I’m used to the sound, after everything that’s happened,” she says ruefully, “But shooting one yourself is very different, isn’t it?”

Dante looks troubled.  

“I still hope that you’ll never have to use one. But you’ve had to take my gun on at least two occasions and shoot on one, so…while I’d much rather protect you personally, or have Nicola or Leo do so, I will concede to the fact that it is much better for you to know how to shoot than not.”

“Thank you for agreeing to teach me, Dante,” Lili says warmly.

He sighs and gives her a wry smile.

“I didn’t expect you to ask for this,” he admits, “But you never fail to surprise me.”

Lili giggles, holding up the gun again and narrowing her eyes at the target.

“I love you, Dante,” she says simply, “So I’m prepared to stand by you, and that means the Family too. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You are never a burden,” Dante says emphatically, a little pink from her declaration, and Lili smiles.

“Well, I’d like to be able to protect you, and the Family, at least a little bit,” she amends, “Just as you all protect me.” She tilts up to press a brief kiss to the corner of his mouth before she faces forward once more. “Can you show me again, please?”

Dante clears his throat, a little off balance from the kiss, then wraps his hands around hers again to assist her.  

The soldati make their presence known after she fires the next shot, and the Boss and his wife greet them but continue with their own practice as the men begin their own. After an hour passes, Dante and Lili finish up and end their session for the day. She is only to shoot when either he, Nicola, or Leo are present until she becomes more proficient, and she waves cheerfully as she departs the room.

The soldati don’t think overmuch about this new development other than the fact that it does seem like a good idea if she can train herself to be a half decent shot. In their minds, Liliana is still that sweet church girl, even if she is now the donna of the Falzone Family. So long as she can hold a gun without shaking, that’s enough in their minds. When she’s hardly seen in the training rooms again, no one thinks less of her for it.  

But something that they come to learn more fully in due time is that Liliana Falzone nee Adornato does not do things by halves.

Some months down the line, she and the Boss walk into a fairly populated practice room. They are greeted respectfully and space is made for them at one of the targets.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been able to practice with you much,” Dante apologizes to her, as they take up their positions.

“Don’t worry, you’ve been so busy,” Lili replies soothingly as she loads the gun with ease. Dante watches her and raises an eyebrow, but Lili merely smiles. “Nicola taught me a lot, and you know I’m cleared to practice by myself now.”

Dante hums, but she smiles at him, innocent and serene.

“I think I’ve improved a lot!” she chirps, facing the target, “I don’t think you’ll be disappointed. Look!”

Without hesitating, she fires off three shots in rapid succession, and the soldati are taken aback by both her accuracy and fluidity of movement. One hits the bullseye, the others hit fairly close. The room is silent, and Dante claps slowly, at which Lili smiles bashfully at.  

“I practiced more at night, when the room was empty…it’s a little embarrassing to be watched when I’m doing poorly. The thing is, I’m actually aiming for the outer ring,” she confesses, “If I aim for the center, it has the opposite effect. I don’t think I can say I’m a good shot given that, really, but…I do okay, right?”

Dante blinks, then barks out a laugh.

“So this is what Nicola meant,” he says, “When he said you’re maybe the best-worst shot he’s ever seen.”

Lili turns pink, then even pinker when she realizes all the soldati have stopped to stare.

One by one, they incline their heads in respect.

“Donna,” they chorus, and though she continues to blush furiously, their Boss looks pleased.  

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Dante is very young, for a mafia Boss, and so he’d had to fight harder than others to cement his position. He’s treated with respect now, but his youth is always apparent when he attends meetings with other clans or business associates. He knows that he is still often being watched for weaknesses, and questioned silently as to whether he is truly good enough to lead the Falzone Family.  

Dante is used to all that by now; in childhood, it’d been a burden. Now, he has the support of many, and leads with confidence and determination.

But he worries for Lili, now that they are married. Wives are expected to attend certain functions; as his lover, she’d been exempt from such things, but now that is no longer true. A dinner meeting with some longtime associates has been called, and it will be the first time Lili is attending something like this as his wife.

“I’m nervous,” Lili admits to him the night before. “But I’m ready, too.”

Dante kisses her forehead, and shows his appreciation slowly and sweetly. They rise late the next morning, but the dinner meeting is the only important thing on the agenda today, so they take their time getting ready.

Lili is stunning in her navy and silver gown, matching with Dante’s suit. Crystals wink at her ears and neck, and a bit of lipstick reddens her lips. Nicola smiles widely when he sees them, and Leo gasps in appreciation.  

“Furrow your eyebrows a little,” Nicola suggests, poking the space between his own to demonstrate. “It’ll make you look more intimidating. Your natural face is a little too innocent.”

“I can’t help it,” Lili protests, the consequent scrunching of her eyebrows merely making her look cute, “It’s my face!”

“Yes, I suppose you don’t have Dante’s natural scary disposition at all,” Nicola sighs, “We’ll have to develop your expressions next time or they’ll eat you up.”

“Nicola,” Dante admonishes. “She’s fine as is. Stop making her more nervous.”

Nicola winks.

“Fine, fine. Then knock them dead some other way.”

“I thought the point was to establish better relations,” Lili blinks, and Nicola laughs.

“In the mafia, sometimes it’s one and the same,” he says cheerfully. “In any case, have fun!”

Lili gives him a confused look, but Dante tells her not to pay attention to him and they depart.

Nicola needn’t have worried, in the end.

True, the meeting starts off a little rocky—all of the associates return to their roots, consciously or not, and eye Dante and Lili for their youth. Dante has been tried true over the years, but Lili is fresh blood, and Nicola was right—she looks innocent, despite the darker style she is dressed in. Though she bears the stares of four middle-aged men and their regal wives admirably, they are like sharks in water, ready for the first hint of weakness.  

All the women are mostly quiet throughout the dinner itself, but everyone loosens up afterwards, when they enjoy dessert and drinks and cigars. One of the wives offers to pour drinks, and while some of the men decline in favor of cigars and all the other women do, Lili is not given the opportunity to do so.  

“Drink up, Signora Falzone,” the instigator says, “I chose the whiskey myself—it is not often we get the opportunity to drink such quality liquor in such good company.”

“Thank you, Signora Rossi,” Lili says smoothly, putting the glass to her lips as everyone watches, discreetly or not.

She drinks, her expression unchanged as the liquor hits her tongue, though her eyes widen a little as she swallows.

“Oh! It’s wonderful,” Lili says, smiling, “I’ve never had whiskey like this before. May I ask the brand?”

Madam Rossi looks a little mollified and shows her the bottle, though she pours more into Lili’s glass with a subtly mischievous look. The madam drinks as well, though less, and the other wives sip digestivos or wine as they begin to chat about various things, and Rossi continues to refill Lili’s glass throughout the conversation.

Dante does not fail to notice, but Lili puts a hand on his knee to let him know she is okay, and so he does nothing. The other men watch out of the corner of their eyes with interest, but say nothing either.

By the end of the night, half the associates and their wives are drunk, including Madam Rossi. Though Lili has had the most alcohol of all of them, she is practically still sober, if a little sleepy.

Signor Vallone, one who had simply smoked cigars and not drunk at all, laughs heartily in the lobby as their cars are prepared.

“Looks can be deceiving, indeed!” he says, shaking Lili’s hand merrily, “I’ve never seen anyone drink Signor Di Lucca or Signora Rossi under the table like that. That was fine entertainment in of itself.”  

Lili demurs, and one of the other wives—Signora Albanesi, who had simply enjoyed one glass of wine—steps forward to say her goodbyes as well.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, my dear,” she says warmly, “Perhaps next time, you will recommend us your favorite drink instead, yes?”

“Of course, Signora,” Lili says, smiling back.

Everyone splits with good-natured farewells, almost as though they were simply friends parting for the night and not partners linked by criminal activities. The atmosphere is markedly different than it had been at the beginning of the night—true approval is not so easy to earn, but Lili has certainly garnered the fondness of the group in the course of a few hours.

She snuggles against Dante in the car, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head. She tilts her face up for a proper kiss, and Dante chuckles before he obliges.

“You taste like whiskey,” he says, amused, “And I’m impressed, myself. I know you can outdrink me, but it’s something to be able to drink more than Signor Di Lucci and Signora Rossi.”

“I did enjoy the whiskey,” Lili admits, “And she just…kept pouring. I thought it would be rude to refuse. But I still like the white wine we drink together best.”

Dante smiles.

“Shall we open a bottle when we get home?” he teases, and Lili giggles.

“If you’d like. I think I can handle one more,” she says, meaning the bottle, and Dante laughs.

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“I know you hate these kinds of functions, Dante,” Nicola says amiably one afternoon in Dante’s office, “But it’s important to keep up appearances sometimes, too.”

Dante sighs, thanking Lili as she sets down two slices of strawberry crostata and a cappuccino for him, as well as a single slice and an espresso for Nicola, who thanks her as well.

“I have far better things to do than to sit down and play card games for hours on end,” Dante grumbles, sipping at his coffee. The frustrated lines around his eyes soften for a moment as he drinks, but then he frowns again. “These guys are getting quite friendly.”

“They’re doing it for appearances too, of course,” Nicola replies reasonably, sipping his own espresso. “They’re politicians. But you’re right—they’re getting quite persistent, aren’t they? You do business with newbies once and they start getting too comfortable.” He pauses to take a bite of crostata. “They’re probably asking so often because they’re aware you hate gambling, too. They want to feel superior in some way or another, since you have the upper hand in all the other ways that matter.”

Dante sighs as he leans back in his seat.

“When?” he asks.

“Next Friday.”

Dante’s frown deepens.

“No. I have a meeting with lobbyists that day, and that takes priority over some politicians who want to play cards to boost their ego. Nicola, you go. You’ll have more fun, anyway.”

“Yes, Boss. But I will say—if you don’t show your face at least once, then they’ll only grow more persistent. It’s not me they want to see, even if I am your Underboss.”

Dante sighs deeply and says nothing else, choosing to focus on his dessert instead.

“Um…” Lili pipes up, having taken an armchair in the corner of the room with her own plate of crostata and a caffe latte. “Why don’t I go, then? With Nicola, that is.”

Dante and Nicola turn to look at her, blinking in surprise.

“It’s actually card games, right?” Lili asks, looking between them a little nervously, “That’s not code for anything?”

“It’s just card games,” Nicola confirms, “Though they might talk business, of course, and money will change hands one way or another.”

“I can play cards,” Lili continues, emboldened by the fact that neither have said no outright, “I could go with Nicola as a…I don’t know, additional representative. I know mafia wives don’t usually participate in such things, but…well, would it help?”

Nicola’s eyes are bright, having played cards with Lili before and knowing her skill firsthand. His lips curve into a wolfish grin, and he looks at Dante eagerly, who glances back at him with a raised brow.

“I don’t like it,” Dante says bluntly, but Lili simply waits, knowing that it comes from a place of concern.

It is also still not a refusal.

“I don’t know that it would help,” Nicola admits, “But it doesn’t mean nothing, either, that the Boss’ wife attends in his place. It would certainly be interesting—there’s no way they would complain at such a development because of that. And I think Lili could do very well.”

Lili smiles, and Nicola smiles back.

“I’d like to assist in any way I can,” Lili states resolutely, “After all, I’m part of the Family, too.”

Both Nicola and Lili look at Dante, just a little pleading, and eventually he sighs and relents.

“I don’t like it,” he repeats, looking at Lili, “But if you want to go, you can go. Nicola—”

“I’ll protect her with my life, Dante,��� Nicola says, a hand over his heart, “I swear it.”

Dante sighs again, and finishes his crostata in resignation.

He’s not home when Nicola and Lili leave for the meeting, but he’s just arrived back for a few minutes when they return, merely a few feet away from the door when it opens again.

Nicola is laughing, and Lili looks a little embarrassed as she tells him he’s overreacting, but both light up when they see Dante walking back over to them.

“Dante!” Lili exclaims, hugging him in greeting. “Welcome back.”

“Hello,” he says, kissing her cheek, “I should be saying that to you. You’re both back earlier than I expected, though.”

He looks between Lili and Nicola, the latter whom is brushing a tear out of the corner of his eye from laughing so hard. Dante raises a brow, and Nicola grins, gesturing to the salon.

“Alright, what happened?” Dante asks, as Giulia goes to prepare refreshments.

“Go on,” Nicola says encouragingly to Lili, and she hesitates before she opens her pocketbook and drops a few hefty rolls of cash onto Dante’s lap.

His eyes widen.  

“Dante, it was incredible,” Nicola practically crows, accepting a cup of coffee from Giulia, “I haven’t seen anyone hustled that much in a while. Those arrogant politicians…seeing their faces fall…it was magnificent. I don’t think they’ll be pestering the Falzones to attend their card table again so soon.”

Dante raises a brow, and Giulia stays to listen to Nicola retell the entire story in detail. Lili had simply played well—far better than anyone had truly expected. The young woman sips her coffee demurely throughout the tale, embarrassed still at Nicola’s praise and gleeful amusement.

“I wasn’t trying to…to hustle them!” she eventually protests, blushing.

“That’s what makes it even better,” Nicola says. “I know you said you’ve never lost at cards, but it is simply delightful to see someone else suffer the consequences.”

Lili sniffs, ducking her head, and Dante gives her an amused look.

“Anyway, that’s our politician problem solved for now,” Nicola hums, “After how much they lost, I think they’ll think twice about trying to get a leg up on the mafia.”

Dante folds his hands, thinking.

“On the contrary,” he says slowly, and Nicola’s eyes brighten as he immediately catches onto his thinking, “The next time they have a card game, I think we should all go. I’d like to see Lili play myself, and it never hurts to remind politicians just who they’re dealing with.”

Nicola starts laughing again, and Lili stares at Dante with her mouth slightly open.

“Good work today,” he says, smiling, and respectfully drops the money back into Lili’s lap.

To the victor, the spoils, after all.

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If there is one thing that Lili truly hates still, it is the torture. But she is a mafia wife now and will not interrupt, though nor will she watch the proceedings. Sometimes she is left ignorant that it is happening at all, out of respect.

Yet in this too does she have her role.

Sometimes, for the ones that don’t crack even after hours in the cells but hold information important enough to keep trying, it’s Lili who goes to visit the prisoner afterwards. She goes alone, with medical supplies and water, tears spilling from her eyes. The better prisoners tend to think she is some angel. After some time, they confide in her, confessing their sins and regrets, and in time, the information they no longer consider worth their life.

Sometimes, they are even let go, after their threat is weighed and considered. The prisoners gape when they find out their angel is actually the Falzone Boss’ wife, and more often than not they will pledge their devotion to her—and thus the Falzones, for kindness is near nonexistent in the mafia. It is a double edged sword, in the criminal world, but it has its uses.

But sometimes, the prisoners truly have rot in their hearts. Those types see Lili as some stupid maid who doesn’t know better and isn’t worth anything. They attempt to take advantage of her kindness and body, lunging for her like the snakes they are as they spit the truth of what they’d done viciously, wanting to hurt her.

She’s quicker than she looks, flinging herself back with a little scream, and Dante and Nicola file in, always having waited outside.

Lili runs to her husband, burying her face in his chest as he holds her.

The prisoners are always surprised, but the terrible ones don’t always understand who she is quickly enough. They snarl and spit dirty words, but she is still the one who tended to them—they are speared by her gaze when she half turns and looks at them with her teary eyes, disappointed and damning.

“How could you?” she whispers after learning the depths of their sins, and that’s when they truly feel like scum.

Lili does not watch when the worst ones are executed, though she hears the screams anyway.  

At night, despite knowing what occurred earlier, she wants Dante to touch her. He does, lips and fingers cool then hot on her body, reminding her what else he is capable of. He is good with his hands, and he is still the man she loves. Dante just a little apologetic that he cannot keep her away from all brutality, but he cannot be apologetic about the decisions he must make. Lili was never under any illusions when she married him—she just cannot help this sympathetic part of herself, even as she understands. Dante knows that, and loves her for it, too. There is a certain sense of gratitude he feels, when she asks to make love even after these situations, that she doesn’t feel disgust or shy away from him instead.  

Dante, she whispers against his lips, Dante, I love you.

She is unbearably precious in his hands, flushed and adoring, just as he must look to her.

Lili, he murmurs back, Liliana, as I love you.

She sleeps peacefully in his arms after, nothing but affection between them, their limbs tangled with each other’s.

Dante counts his blessings, and presses her close.  

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A few years go by, and though everyone knows that Dante Falzone is married, not everyone has met the rumored Liliana Falzone. Though she does attend various functions and oversee some things in Dante’s stead, as a whole she is kept out of the spotlight, for both of their comforts.

Sometimes, however, people get to meet her in unexpected ways.

The new associate from outside the city Dante is meeting today is shocked when Lili arrives with him, looking angelic on his arm. She has an interest in the business he is offering, Dante says, with an indulgent smile at her, and the associate thinks that she looks like an easy target. Both the Falzone boss and his wife still look very young, and he must be an idiot to bring his wife to such a meeting.

And even more of an idiot to leave to take a call, not matter how supposedly urgent it is.

Signora Liliana smiles pleasantly and makes small talk, while the associate answers in a bored, dismissive manner. But after a while he realizes with a start that her questions are growing more pointed, and that she is probing into his boss, and his relation to a string of issues in Burlone that have resulted in the deaths of a handful of Falzone men.

The associate starts sweating, then rises from his seat, intending to bolt—

Only to freeze at the sound of a gun being cocked.

“Please, sit down,” Liliana says, still entirely amiable, “I’m not a very good shot, actually. I’ll mean for the wall and hit right between your eyes if I’m not careful, and I do so hate unnecessary bloodshed.”

The man slowly sits back down, trembling a little. Signora Falzone is not particularly intimidating in the traditional way, but it is that beautiful, gentle smile at odds with the weapon in her hand that is frightening in its own right. It is evident she is not bluffing, and that she knows perfectly well what she is doing.

Dante returns shortly, raising an eyebrow at the scenario before him.

“Is everything alright?” he asks lightly, though his eyes are entirely knowing as Lili puts her gun away.

She smiles beatifically at him.

“Yes, of course,” she says smoothly, gesturing for him to continue the meeting, “Everything is under control.”

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Lili sets the bouquet down on the grave, then leans into Dante’s side. He puts an arm around her waist, tugging her a little closer for his own comfort. They stare at the names etched onto the stone for a while.

“Thank you,” Dante says, “For coming with me, every Wednesday.”

Lili puts a hand on his chest and leans up to press a brief kiss to his lips.

“I like to,” she protests, leaning her head against him. “I…would have liked to meet them, your parents.”

“They would have liked you,” Dante assures her, and Lili smiles again. “My mother in particular would have been delighted.”

“Oh?”

“How could she not be?” Dante chuckles, and Lili blushes a little. “And even though my father was not predisposed to show his feelings…he would have been very proud of you, Liliana.”

“Just as he would have been proud of you, Dante,” Lili replies.

They smile at each other, and share a brief kiss before they depart.

They opt for a walk through Falce before they return to the mansion, spending the last hours of the early morning in leisure. Around them, the district is starting to wake up; shopkeepers are coming out to flip their signs or set out their wares, men and women on their way to work or beginning their errands.  

“Buongiorno!” they call, as Dante and Lili walk by arm-in-arm.

“Buongiono!” Lili greets back, as Dante nods in acknowledgement.

More and more people greet them as they continue down the streets, some of them making quick conversation with Lili. They do not linger due to Dante’s presence, and it is not that they ignore him either, but it is evident that Liliana is the one who has truly made their acquaintance, and whom they feel at ease with. She does not roam about as often anymore, so while she is not necessarily a rare sight, she is always a welcome one.  

As the sun rises higher in the sky, shopkeepers call out to market their wares.

“Signora Falzone! I have freshly baked bread, come have a taste!”

“No, no, come look at my fresh fruits, Signora Falzone!”

“Signora Falzone, how about some flowers for the home?”

Lili demurs all of them with firm but good-natured ease, and Dante watches with amusement.

“Next time, perhaps. We really must get going,” she tells them all laughingly, and Dante inclines his head in polite farewell.

They go on their way, though the friendly calls and greetings continue; Signora Falzone permeates the air like a prayer.

Liliana walks on with her husband, as the streets of Falce hail the name she wears with ease.  

#piofiore #piofiore no banshou #piofiore fated memories #dante falzone #liliana adornato #nicola francesca #fanfiction #i expect like two people at most to read this but i had such fun writing this!!!!! #nicola is my top fave but dante is a close second hehe