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Final chapter! This is the shortest one! Under 1k and it's just to wrap everything up! No tws in this one! Just very fluffy^^

(3/3 Bi-Colored Romance

"Do you still want to get married? I'll do the vows. I am certified to marry others."

"M' not sure… Nicco may not even want to do it anymore, especially after what happened."

Ildio still feels guilty about what happened. Their wedding day was supposed to be the best day of their lives, yet, Niccolò was shot, and Ildio murdered someone in the most gruesome way he's ever done. Part of Ildio doesn't want to face Niccolò anymore. He knew that Nicco had seen that part of him, he never complained, he looked unnerved about it sometimes. Although he would never talk about it to him. Ildio isn't sure that Nicco will leave this fit of rage that Ildio flew into alone. It's just… The fact that someone decided to shoot Niccolò on their wedding day sent Ildio into rage. The fact that someone would hurt Niccolò on a day like that destroyed any sense of calm within Ildio. That someone would hurt Nicco, the person who never in his life has killed. Nicco was rushed to the hospital and thankfully taken care of. Nicco wasn't injured too badly, he only needed a few stitches and ended up being fine. He'd be able to leave later today, only having been at the hospital for a day.

Ildio opens the door to Niccolò's hospital room, seeing that he's awake. He walks over, sitting down on the chair closest to Nicco. Nicco looks over and smiles. Ildio hates the butterflies that he gets everytime Nicco does that.

"Hey, Nicco. You doing okay…?"

"Yeah, I'm okay Il. Just a gunshot to the shoulder. I'm okay."

A rare occasion, but Nicco actually isn't lying about this. Usually, he lies about how he feels because he doesn't want to hurt anyone. He doesn't want to be a bother to anyone. He's tired of seeing the look of pity on people's faces. He's tired of seeing the features on people's face soften when they see blood on him. That's why Nicco always lies about how he feels. Except around Ildio. It's odd, he never expected his guard to drop around Ildio so fast. Ildio just asking a simple question brings all the honest answers out of Niccolò. He's convinced Ildio has cast a spell on him, it's supposed to be vice versa, Eves are supposed to have the power. Nicco doesn't believe that, at least, definitely not in his case.

"Sorry to burst in! I just wanted to ask both of you if you wanted to go through with the ceremony soon!"

"Uhm…"

Ildio looks from Lily to Nicco, raising his brows, asking Nicco.

"The ceremony… You mean the wedding?"

"Yes! You see, I'm qualified to marry people. I've done it many times, I still have my license!"

Lily chirps, saying it so matter of fact that someone shouldn't expect otherwise. Ildio rolls his eyes, shaking his head. Nicco, however, being the hopeless romantic he is, would love to get married still.

"Well… If you're okay with it, Il…"

Ildio's eyes widen, surprised that Nicco is fine with getting married again. Especially only a day after the previous attempt at marriage.

"Uh… Yeah, I'm perfectly fine doing it. Can you really do it here, All of Love?"

"Of course! I'm certified, there's only one thing I have to say."

"And what's that?"

"You may now kiss the groom!"

Both Ildio and Nicco smile, turning to meet each other in the eyes. Ildio twins his hand in Niccolò's hair, resting it against his head. Nicco leans in, giving Ildio a long, slow, sweet kiss. Nicco can taste a hint of candy that Ildio must have eaten earlier. A literal sweet kiss. Nicco throws both his arms over Ildio's shoulders, pulling himself closer into the kiss.

Niccolò breaks the kiss off by a few inches, just to catch his breath.

"Ti amo, Ildio Carpe Diem."

"I love you too, Niccolò. "

They certainly didn't have a normal wedding. Certainly not a white wedding, thankfully not really a red wedding either. More… A beautiful wedding.

#gluttony pair #servamp #ilnico #servamp ildio #servamp niccolo #niccolo carpediem #servamp of gluttony #extreme fluff #gentle kisses😩😩#no hurt just comfort #LOVE #pls im gonna make more content for this ship #lily appears #i poured my heart into this please loved 🙏

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Back with the last two chapters! Quick warning, this is the chapter with a quick description of gore! It's short and it's not a canon character <3 y'all are so sweet omg- this is a looong one. Pretty sure it's around 4k .

(2/3)Red Proposal

"Ooooh isn't this exciting?! We're going to a wedding! God, this is awesome!"

"Shut up, rat! If I hear one more word about this damn thing we aren't going!"

"Awww, come on, angel baby! This is an exciting day for everyone! I mean, we could take some pointers from this-"

"Shut up!"

Hyde is silenced by a pillow slamming against his face. Licht huffs, getting off their bed and stomping into their bathroom.

Hyde laughs, peeling the pillow off his face. He can't help but be excited, it's a wedding! Especially since it's a wedding for one of his siblings, most shockingly is Ildio getting married! Hyde is a sucker for weddings, the most romantic day of someone's life. Well, it's been about ten days out of Hyde's life, he tries not to think about that. He got up hours ago, already getting ready for Ildio's wedding. There's a dress code, obviously fancy attire, the really interesting thing though is that the wedding theme is all white. Hyde finds it ironic, a vampire and a mafia boss, having an all white wedding. Honestly it's a beautiful thing.

"Angelllll…! Don't leave me alone! I wanna cuddle~!"

"Oh my fucking god Hyde!"

Licht kicks open the bathroom door, clearly 'irritated'. Hyde laughs, his arms wide open for a well deserved cuddle session.

"Pleaseee! Baby!"

Licht huffs, not in the mood to argue about this. He thinks that Hyde may actually need this. Licht doesn't ask about Hyde's past, it's a touchy subject for obvious reasons. The only time he really hears about it is during Hyde's emotional occasional rants. He knows that Hyde has been married multiple times, which is something that many people do, it's completely normal. However, multiple marriages don't have the same circumstances as Hyde's. Licht can understand that today can be an emotional day. So, he decided a few nights ago, when they got the wedding invitation and when Hyde started crying; that Licht would be much more tolerable to Hyde's antics. He lies down in Hyde's arms, Licht's face against Hyde's shoulder.

"There. Happy now?"

Hyde hums, laying his head on top of Licht's, smiling into his hair.

"Mhm. Very."

Unfortunately for Licht, he's very comfortable. This is a daily occurrence, much to Licht's 'dismay'. He's gotten used to Hyde's emotional swings, between being completely neurotic and bursting into tears. These little moments, usually last around ten minutes, are a highlight of Licht's day. No one would ever hear those words from his mouth, though.

"Y'know… I'm kinda worried for Wor and his Eve. Their wedding isn't gonna be public but it's much more public than I thought they were gonna do."

"What do you mean? It's a wedding, not a cult ritual. "

"No, no, I mean anyone could show up. I still remember Child's look when he found out there would be another wedding. I don't think he himself would do anything but his subclass? I'm not too sure."

"I think you're thinking too much into it, why would he even want to ruin a day like that? If it's not meant to be, they'll just divorce."

Hyde goes silent for a moment, mulling over not Licht's words, but Hugh's. Hugh would keep glancing over at Hyde while talking about how marriage doesn't work for Servamps. That it's just a painful thing for both of them. Hyde knows that Hugh was talking to Ildio, but the words felt directed at him. Even though he doesn't think about her anymore, it's a topic that will never be let go during meetings.

"Hey, it's rare for you to shut up."

Licht's words drag Hyde out of his thoughts.

"Aha, sorry angel, just started thinking."

"Well. Stop thinking about other things, start thinking about me, an angel. "

Licht can feel Hyde smile against his head.

"Yeah, you're right, angel. You're the best to think about."

Hyde shouldn't be thinking about the negative things, especially on such a joyful day. He just can't help it. So much negativity has happened in the lives of the Servamps. Why would luck grace any of them today?

"This is going to be the best day of my life… this is going to be the best day of my life this is-"

Niccolò keeps repeating that mantra in his head, it's not that he doesn't think this will be the best day of his life. He's just cripplingly worried and anxious about this day. What if he messes up? What if he falls down on his face while walking down the aisle? What if Ildio decides that's it, he doesn't want to get married? What if-

"Boss. Are you alright?"

Nicco looks over to Cappuccino, snapping out of yet another one of his worry sessions.

"Ah, I'm fine. Just… worrying."

"Shouldn't you-"

A knock on the door startles Niccolò, the door opens slowly.

"Sorry to interrupt, I just would like to have a conversation with Niccolò Carpe Diem."

The door completely opens, revealing a man that Niccolò doesn't know. By the look of the suit, he's most likely a member of another family. Nicco swallows heavily, feeling somewhat nervous at the sight of this. He takes a few steps forward, offering his hand to the stranger. In the corner of his eye, Nicco can see Cappuccino with a hand in his shirt, where everyone keeps their guns holstered.

"Nice to meet you."

The stranger takes his hand, shaking it quite enthusiastically.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet the new leader of the family! I knew your father, he was a wonderful man."

Niccolò raises a brow, giving a small smile. This man certainly caught Nicco off guard. He thought he knew everyone back when Father was alive. As he was ill for a long time, Nicco had met everyone within his father's social circle since he was going to inherit the family. With shame, Nicco thinks that he could not be paying enough attention to the events of other familiar families. He's done a decent job gaining all their trust but all of that could go away at any moment, it's a terrifying thought to Niccolò.

"R-really? Well, it's wonderful to meet you again. You're welcome to stay if you'd like. This is a personal event and I don't think we've been in contact so this may be an awkward situation. "

The man shakes his head, still holding Nicco's hand. Nothing seems wrong with the man, his tone and presence seem harmless. Still, Nicco is on edge.

"What personal event is it? I just wanted to meet the new kingpin after your father's passing."

Niccolò drops the man's hand, the term 'kingpin' catching his attention. It's a word that Nicco hasn't heard in a long time. Especially in the business he's in, that word is very much a buzzword, a word that isn't used kindly. If this man actually knows the family, then that word would not be used.

"Forgive my rudeness but, which family are you a part of?"

The man smiles,

"Serpente."

Niccolò freezes, blood running cold. This family name… Nicco remembers it far too well, they were the first family that Nicco spared. He spared their boss, thinking that family would leave the city. Instead… They set aflame the building where a child and parents of a very close family of Nicco's. To this day, Niccolò still tears himself apart about it. If only he had shot that boss… He tenses, not too sure how to continue the conversation-

"Anyway, what event is going on today?"

Before Niccolò can even speak, the Serpente family member speaks. Nicco isn't sure he should even tell this man. However, if he acts suspicious now, things could go horribly wrong.

"It's uh… today's my wedding."

"Your wedding!? Well, who's the lucky lady?"

Nicco goes quiet, not sure what to say to this. For the few people that know about this wedding, they're fine with it. Not many people even need to know anyway, marriage isn't going to affect his job, and that's the most important thing. There's also the fact this marriage is complicated, it isn't a 'conventional' wedding. A gay marriage, a gay marriage with an immortal vampire and notorious mafia boss.

"Uhm… Well, I'm marrying a man. I'd say I'm the lucky one."

Niccolò chuckles, trying his damndest to add some humor. He isn't sure who this man is, besides the name… His hands are uncomfortably clammy, he's getting increasingly nervous by the moment. The man gives Nicco a look. A look that Nicco can place from looks he has seen in the church. Years of flashbacks, years of self loathing, years of tears. All of that from one glare. Niccolò takes a small step back, the step signaling Cappuccino to get a grip on his gun. Nicco doesn't want to start a fight, especially today. He already had started getting ready for the wedding. He was going to be the one walking down the aisle. Already in his white suit. The last thing Nicco wants is to get into a fight with the stranger, getting either his own blood or this man's everywhere.

"I see… Well, I hope you have a wonderful wedding! I'd love to stay for the ceremony! I'll be back for the meals!"

The man laughs, walking right out where he came. Niccolò blinks, he sighs loudly, tension leaving his shoulders like a boulder.

"Grazie Dio…"

He comments, shoulders slumping down.

"Did he say he was a part of… Serpente?"

Cappuccino says hesitantly, not sure if he heard right. Nicco nods, rubbing his temple.

"Yes… I'm not sure he was telling the truth…"

Niccolò knows he shouldn't let this get to him, it could have just been a new boss wanting to make amends with Nicco. Yet, here he is, getting freaked out and very weary of what just happened.

"This is going to be the best day of my life… This is going to be the best day of my life."

"Ohhh this is so exciting oh my god! You're getting married!"

"Law, shut up."

The wedding just began. Ildio waiting at the altar, the best men and women of both grooms on each side of the altar. Ironically, a priest at the forefront of said altar. It's a beautiful sight, everyone all dressed in white suits and dresses. White chiffon curtains tied to trees, white rose petals scattered throughout the grounds, a gorgeous pearl white five-tier cake, it's a stunning scene. All the chairs filled with people, there aren't many chairs, a grand total of twelve. The Servamps are standing with Ildio, the best men, and one woman. Even Hugh showed up, it took a lot of convincing but he ended up showing up. Of course, when he did, Hyde gave Hugh a long talk about saying anything negative today. Surprisingly, he agreed and even apologized. Their Eves are all sitting down in the pure white chairs. The other chairs filled with Niccolò's family. Ildio even got to meet Niccolò's sister, who looks uncannily similar to Nicco. She's a very kind person, can't hold a candle to the kind heart or beauty of Niccolò, but still a very kind and lovely person.

The only thing the wedding is missing is Niccolò. Ildio can't help but be excited for this. A moment that he never thought he would ever experience in his life. Or even want to experience. Yet, here he is, wanting to marry Niccolò, wanting to spend as much time with him as he possibly can. It could be the romantic movies that Hyde would make Ildio watch when those movies were all the rage. Ildio can't wait to see Nicco walk down the aisle, to see his beautiful face. It's almost comical how much Ildio has changed, gone is the man who only wanted food and blood. Well, he still needs both of them, those things just aren't the only things he thinks about now.

A quiet song starts to play in the background, a song that Ildio knows very well from long drives together with Niccolò. La storia infinita. If the couple were to have a song, this would be it. The song is slower than usual, the lyrics accompanied by a soft piano.

Then… There he is. The man that Ildio is helplessly in love with. Niccolò Carpe Diem. He always looks beautiful but today… Today he looks ethereal. It's ironic because Nicco always calls Ildio his God but here, Nicco is the one who looks like an Adonis. He's wearing a pure white suit, fitting him perfectly in all the right places, the cuffs of his coat and pants are a delicate lace. Nicco's long, beautiful hair is placed in a low bun. A sheer, delicate lace veil covers Niccolò's face. The last detail, the thing that makes him look even more stunning is a dark green rose in his suit pocket. Ildio has no words; their song playing quietly in the background, Niccolò looking like a God walking down the aisle. Ildio can't help the tears starting to roll down his face. He can't name a time that he's ever cried happy tears, or cried ever.

Niccolò continues walking up the aisle, the beautiful song picks up in sound, right as Nicco reaches the altar. He can't believe it. This is the day he's getting married. Getting married to Ildio of all people. It's not that Nicco didn't think he would ever fall in love. The thing is, he never thought anyone would love him back. Niccolò never thought that someone would care enough about him emotionally or romantically. Yet, here he is, getting married to the man he is hopelessly in love with. Nicco knows that he won't live forever, it's a horrible thing to think about, that one day, he'll die and leave Ildio behind.

The preacher starts speaking, reading from a holy book; going silent for each of them to recite their vows.

"I, Niccolò Carpe Diem, take thee, World End, Ildio, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till…"

Niccolò goes silent for a moment, thinking about this word. 'Till death do us part.' Nicco isn't sure he wants to say that, he feels like it would be disrespectful to Ildio because death will do them part… Except Nicco is the only one who'll die.

Ildio grabs one of Niccolò's hands, rubbing the inside of his palm, as if telling Nicco it's okay. At this point, tears are running down both of their faces, tears of extreme joy, but tears nonetheless. They aren't the only ones either. Almost everyone in the ceremony is reduced to tears.

"-Till death do us part. According to my beliefs, I hereby pledge to you my eternal love."

Ildio inhales, he can't believe he's hearing these words. These words that he's thought about hearing from Niccolò's mouth many times. Actually hearing them is an entirely different thing. He didn't expect a slight crack at some of the words, Nicco shakily inhaling from tears. Nor did Ildio expect Nicco to stop in the middle of the vows, as if asking to continue with the last few verses.

"I, World End, Ildio, take you, Niccolò Carpe Diem, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for rich and for poor, in sickness and health, to love and cherish until… Until death do us part. I pledge to you all my love."

Ildio turns red after finishing his vows. He missed a few things, he tried to memorize the vows but he couldn't help getting lost looking at Niccolò. The lines about death taste sour in his mouth. He wants to just forget about the fact that he's a Servamp. That one day he'll outlive his precious Nicco. For now, all Ildio can do is hope to ignore it.

"Is there anyone who wishes to object to this holy, wonderful matrimony?"

Silence. Nicco had turned his head for just a moment to see if anyone was going to say anything, he turns back to Ildio, smiling. Ildio grabs the ring that he picked out, picking up Niccolò's hand-

BOOM!

It's as if time starts to slow. Ildio looks at Nicco, seeing a large splotch of red starting to bloom against his shoulder. Niccolò stumbles, catching himself before he can fall or before Ildio can catch him. The blood quickly travels to cover almost all of Nicco's front suit.

A loud shrill scream echoes throughout the lot, a scream from Nicco's sister.

Ildio sees red. Not red from blood. No, red hot rage. So furious that he can't see anything but red. Following the smell of the gunpowder, he runs to the shooter. It all goes red.

Niccolò presses an unsteady hand against the gunshot wound, a shot from a revolver. He knows he won't die from a shot like this, he's had much worse injuries. His waistcoat is stark red, a horrifying contrast against the white. Nicco looks around, desperately hoping that everyone is okay. He meets eyes with his sister, who is racing over to him.

"Oh Mio Dio Niccolò?! Stai bene!?"

"Sto bene, sorella…"

Niccolò speaks Italian in a shaky voice. He's shocked, not going into shock, but shocked that he would be shot on his damn wedding day. Niccolò's sister grabs his hands, looking terrified.

"I'm okay… Just shaken up."

"Sh-shaken up!? You've been shot, Nicco!"

Niccolò looks down, realizing the blood is traveling to his pants as it's completely covering his shirt. Some of his blood paints his sister's dress, staining a large portion of the bottom white tulle red.

Loud, vicious moist sounds fill the air. Terror grips Niccolò, he turns to look where the sound is, terrified that something may have just happened to his beloved Ildio-

Jesus…

Ildio is panting, whole body heaving in quick breaths. Blood is everywhere. Covering his mouth, bits and pieces in his hair, his entire outfit is entirely deep crimson. Beneath his feet is a body, or… the small remains of a body. All that's left is an open chest, organs strewed throughout the entire yard. Deep red mush where the head is supposed to be, legs and arms gone, thrown in multiple different directions. A large pool of blood is beneath Ildio, obviously not his, but the shooter. A large gun, the one that shot Nicco, lays a few feet away. Niccolò feels sick, bile rising in his throat at the sight. He's seen Ildio's rages. He thought he had seen the worst. This… This is the most violent thing Nicco has ever seen. He turns his head to retch, moving over not to get any of his morning breakfast on any of the guests who haven't run for the hills. Which none of them have.

Niccolò walks over to Ildio, trying very hard to ignore the squelching of his shoes in blood.

"...Il?"

The red slowly fades back to color, Ildio coming back to his senses. He looks around, taking in the gory scene beneath him. He takes a few steps back, eyes widening. He's done this before, he's let his fury take hold of him. However, this is the worst that Ildio has ever been. Ildio turns around, catching Niccolò just in time before his body hits the ground.

"Ti ho usata come una risposta. Ma eri milioni di domande."

(Just to not confuse anyone, the last line is the last verse from their wedding song^^)

#gluttony pair #servamp #fanfiction #fanfic #servamp ildio #not beta read #servamp niccolo #niccolo carpediem #ilnico #minor lawlicht #tw gore #marriage #this shit is so soft #very cheesy #extremely soft #for the most part #super romantic wedding #servamp of gluttony

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Oh boy. I did it. I wrote this damn thing. It's kinda long (5k) so I'm splitting it into three parts because that's how I wrote this fic. The full thing will be up on ao3 tomorrow because it's 6am :,) my ao3 is HoliGAY if you wanna see the whole thing because I'm gonna edit it and make it look pretty on there! :,,)))

TW//quick desc of gore, and romanticizing of marriage! The gore isn't in this chapter so no worries! I would say this chapter would be rated G!

This is only chapter one! I'm gonna post the other's tomorrow! Sorry for any errors! I didn't read it over!

(1/3) White Proposal

"Is it normal? Y'know… To fall in love with one of our Eves?"

"Do you really think that's a good question to ask me?! Hell, I've fallen in love with every damn one of them!"

Ildio shrugs, realizing that asking Hyde was not the smartest idea.

"Well? There's a reason you asked that. Catching feelings for your Eve?"

"Yeah, I wanna propose."

Hyde inhales his water, coughing everywhere; caught very off guard at Ildio's sentence.

"Huh?!"

"It isn't that strange. Mother married one of her old eves. Double Doubt and his eve are engaged. You and yours?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But it's normal for us to fall for our eves! You, however, haven't done that once!"

"Well… Nicco's different."

Ildio looks away, thinking about the long haired guy he'd hopelessly fallen for. Ildio isn't sure about even asking Niccolò to marry him. They're dating, been dating for a few years. It's just there has never been a good instance of Servamps marrying their Eves. It's just a sad thing to think about. Servamps are immortal, they'll never die. Their Eves aren't. Ildio was never close to any of his previous Eves, he was one of the very few Servamps who has never fallen in love. Of course, that was until he met Niccolò. It was a curse until Ildio eventually gave up fighting off those butterflies he'd get when Nicco would smile.

"Uh-huh… Okay. Do you actually wanna do it? Propose I mean. Think about it, would it work? Sometimes I wanna propose to Licht but there's so many reasons I can't. Our schedules, his job, he's popular with "everyone" so I can't imagine the problems he would get if people found out he was married. Hell,I'm not sure Licht would even say yes."

"I'm just thinking about it, if I was gonna do it, it wouldn't be extravagant, we wouldn't even have to wear rings."

"Then what's the point? Could be the romanticism in me but, that's such a beautiful thing about marriage. Wearing rings? It's so romantic, the glimmer of each other's face reflecting on their wedding rings! Being able to see your love in a metal band on someone's finger is just a beautiful thing! I've been married a few times and wedding days are some of the best days of my life."

Ildio sighs, definitely regretting his decision of talking to Hyde about this. He definitely should have talked to Kuro instead, none of the theatrics or excessive romantic details. Honestly any of his siblings would have been better to talk to about this; except for Hugh. Hugh has always been against Servamps falling in love. Especially ever since the incident with Hyde many centuries ago. Then Jeje's past with the Alicen family. There have been many, many times Servamps have fallen in love. Every time they had talked about those things to Hugh, there would be a very long conversation about the problems with a romance like that. That's one of the reasons that Ildio has always been weary of the idea of love. In fact, he thought he would never fall for anyone. All his previous Eves were asses who would break Ildio's rules almost immediately. Yet again, Niccolò changed his mind on that.

"I'm gonna go, Law. I'm gonna think more about it."

"Mkay! Invite me to the wedding! I wanna see it!"

Ildio laughs aloud once, closing the door behind him.

The thing is, Ildio already bought a ring for the proposal. It was an impulse buy, he was shopping for snacks and a bright ring caught his eye in a window. The ring is one of a kind, a gorgeous onyx black band, with a shining silver inlay. Apparently there was a second ring similar to that one, however it sold a while ago. Ildio knew immediately the ring would fit Nicco. Don't ask how he would know that, many hours watching Niccolò's hands move would certainly not be Ildio's answer. The ring, inside a white velvet box, feels heavy inside his pocket. He could propose, just give Nicco the ring and walk away. Although he knows there's no way he could do that. After all, the worst thing Niccolò could say is no, right?

"He's been gone for hours… Not so far that the distance effect would take in, but far enough that I can't find him."

Niccolò sighs, sinking down against the vinyl chair he's sitting in. A few hours ago, Ildio told him to meet him at this diner. Nicco didn't expect to be waiting for hours. It's not like he has anything to do today anyway. Besides the piles of phone calls he has to make with other bosses of families because there have been many issues in the workplace. Nicco puts his head down on the table, considering giving Ildio a call. Not because he's impatient, but starting to get worried.

"Hey, Nicco."

Niccolò opens his eyes and looks up, seeing Ildio. Nicco isn't sure when he took a nap, but he certainly did. Ildio looks nervous? Niccolò isn't sure why he would be, but he sits up, tapping the spot next to him on the seat for Ildio to sit down.

"Hey… Sorry I fell asleep, I meant to call but, I fell asleep…"

Ildio doesn't say anything, just nods. It isn't rare for Ildio to not say anything. However, it is rare for Ildio to look this nervous. Or nervous at all. Nicco notices Ildio has his hand inside his jacket pocket, it looks like he's fidgeting with something? Or, it could just be Niccolò projecting. You see, something has been weighing on his mind for months; marriage. Niccolò knows that's the very last thing he should be thinking about. First of all, he's a mafia boss with many people who rely and count on him, he still has to prove he can be just as good as his father one day. Secondly, he would be married to a vampire, a Servamp. If Niccolò proposed, would Ildio even have a choice to say no? If that's the case, Nicco would never want to propose. Still, he bought a ring, specifically for Ildio. He was just window shopping for rings when he saw it. The ring is a shining silver that shines beautifully in the sun. Inside the ring is a deep black inlay, the ring is gorgeous. He sighed a sigh of relief looking closely at the ring, he knew it would fit Ildio perfectly. Niccolò being the hopeless romantic he is, he got an engraving into the ring's inlay. 'Mio dio'. Translating to 'My God' in italian. It's a very cheesy thing that Niccolò thinks about a lot, he thinks of Ildio as his God.

Nicco can't help but idly roll the black velvet box between his fingers. He bought the ring about two weeks ago, he's been thinking about the moment over and over. The imaginary proposal in his head. Niccolò honestly is far too shy to do something so forward. It's completely different to hold hands or soft kisses, this is marriage.

"S-so uh...Why were you out for so long, Il? I was getting worried…"

"Just thinkin' about stuff."

Silence. Niccolò shifts in his seat uncomfortably, not too sure what to say. Ildio is thinking the exact same, he isn't sure which way to go about this.

"So uh-"

They both start talking at the same time. Meeting each other's eyes, Niccolò looks down first, a blush dusting his face. Ildio obviously takes notice of this, realizing that Nicco is more nervous than usual; which is hard to be.

Ildio stands up, grabbing Nicco's hand and taking him out of the diner. In the corner of his eye, he can see many of the Carpe Diem members giving him a look of suspicion.

Outside the diner, around seven feet away from the entrance, Ildio can't stop fiddling with the box in his pocket. Nicco isn't touching the box in his pocket, however, it feels like one-hundred tons weighing in on him.

Ildio inhales, getting a grip on the wedding ring. He's doing it; he's going to ask Niccolò to marry him.

Looking at Ildio, Nicco can see a look of determination? Seeing that makes Nicco want to propose. He reaches within his coat pocket, grabbing the white box.

"Niccolò."

Nicco stops in his tracks, the severe tone in Ildio's voice making him stop. Has he done something wrong? Does Ildio suddenly just want to turn their relationship into business only? Does he want to leave the business and have nothing to do with Nicco anymore? His hands turn clammy, swallowing down a lump of anxiety.

"Y-yes?"

"I uh… Listen, augh- dammit."

Ildio's stuttering just makes Niccolò feel much more nervous. Thousands of different things race through Nicco's head. Thousands of negative things. He tries to brace himself for whatever words Ildio is going to say. Unfortunately, Nicco knows that if Ildio says anything negative, it will most likely break him.

"...I wanna marry you."

Ildio pulls out the white velvet box, opening it up to show the ring to Nicco. Part of him doesn't want to see Niccolò's reaction. He doesn't want him to say yes because Ildio doesn't want to get any closer to this anomaly. He also doesn't want Nicco to say no, because honestly… Ildio wants to marry Nicco. If Ildio's being completely honest with himself, he's hopelessly in love with the man before him.

Nicco gasps, audibly gasps, a… a proposal? He can't believe his eyes. The ring is absolutely stunning, it looks uncannily similar to the ring that Nicco bought for Ildio. He looks up to meet Ildio's eyes from the ring; it feels like hundreds of butterflies fly from his heart. Ildio's eyes are warm, soft. The breath leaves Nicco in a rush. Niccolò is sure Ildio is a literal god, not a vampire.

"I- the funny thing is…uh…"

Niccolò pulls the open black velvet box from his coat, showing the ring to Ildio. Nicco turns his head away from Ildio, not wanting to see his expression.

Ildio blinks a few times, looking at the gorgeous ring in Nicco's hands. He can tell immediately that it's the opposite version of the ring he purchased a few nights ago. Looking closer, Ildio can see some italian engraved into the ring. Since Niccolò knows italian, Ildio was able to know it immediately when they made their contract. "Mio Dio". It's a term that Nicco would use very affectionately towards Ildio. A term that Ildio doesn't agree with, but hearing those words from Nicco is, ironically, heavenly.

"Jesus Nicco… This is beautiful. So, I'm guessing it's a yes?"

Niccolò laughs, nodding. He pulls the ring out of it's black box, gently sliding it onto Ildio's finger. Ildio mimics the action, both of them wearing the ring the other chose.

Ildio grabs Niccolò's tie, tugging him into a gentle, loving kiss.

#servamp #gluttony pair #servamp niccolo #niccolo carpediem #ilnico #servamp ildio #fanfiction #chapter 1 #wedding theme #fluff #ff fluff #in which i write #not me projecting again #that's a tag now #not beta read #shipping #i love this ship sm #it needs more love

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God I love this fandom so much 😩😩

Mikuni: My hands are cold.

JeJe, holds his hand: Better?

Mikuni: Yeah. My lips are also cold.

JeJe: [Leans down and kisses him]

[In the distance...]

Misono: Tetsu, my lips are cold.

Tetsu: [Puts his hand over his lips]

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nicco-needs-love · 3 years

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Sooooo,, I'm thinking about writing a ilnico fanfic because I can. I was in the car earlier and heard the old song "White Wedding". And for some reason, I thought about writing Nicco and Ildio getting married, a 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 wedding. Then, something goes wrong, ex; an attack from a rival mafia family against the idea of a gay wedding? Or at attack from Hugh or one of his subclass. (Because Hugh is against the idea of falling for an Eve) but anyway, all the white suits, dresses, anything white, would be red from blood. Probably wouldn't kill any characters, and Nicco and Il would just get married in a red wedding? Could be a stupid idea but tbh I wanna write it. My ao3 username is HoliGAY but I'd post the fic here too if I write it ^^

#servamp #gluttony pair #servamp niccolo #servamp of gluttony #servamp ildio #niccolo carpediem #ilnico #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic idea #ship #shipping

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nicco-needs-love · 3 years

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PlEaseaeeea oh my god me too I love these boys with all my soul the whole damn reason I made a new tumblr is for them PLEASE 😩😩❤❤❤

I love them

#anime #servamp #servamp ildio #gluttony pair #servamp of gluttony #servamp niccolo

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nicco-needs-love · 3 years

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I READ THIS FIC LAST NIGHT AND FELL IN LOVE OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A TUMBLR PLSSS I WANNA BE YOUR FRIEND 😩😩😩

Man, Myth, Trick

The first time Mikuni saw, saw the face of his partner in full, the world weary weight of the world, of too many memories and not enough time to sort through them all (there's never enough time) he had ignored the scales decorating the vampire’s cheeks completely and tried to reach to touch Jeje's scar instead. Jeje had grabbed his wrist, much to his annoyance, but Mikuni also hadn’t forced it. Instead, his lips had twisted to the side, eyes narrowing with consideration. “Does it hurt?”

Jeje had watched him. Perhaps tilted his head a little, because Mikuni had sighed then as if some great burden had been given to him without prompting, and trailed his finger along underneath his own eye.

Honeyed amber staring directly into red as he mimicked the discolored pattern, he spoke once more, “Here. Does it hurt at all?”

Jeje almost hadn’t answered him then, but he knew solely from the hours he had spent watching his Eve before he had become his Eve, before the young man (child, his brain tells him) in front of him had been forced (it was his decision, he reminds himself) to carry out such a terrible deed, that Mikuni would not leave him alone until he had gotten what he wanted. “…Not. Anymore.”

“Can you see out of that eye at all?”

More terse this time, tone obviously clipped despite his best efforts, Jeje answered him again, “No.”

Mikuni had clicked his tongue, oh so childish, both then and in the future. “Damn. No depth perception and you’re still a better shot than Mitsuki. Unbelievable.”

The only thing Jeje could think to say back then was “…You. Are a very strange man.”

And that was that.

***

Three years later, Mikuni is twenty, and they are spending their first night at Nod, at their new home, with its two stories and guest bedroom and a backroom Mikuni is intent on making into a secret storage area. They are also sleeping on a mattress on the floor because his Eve had miscalculated and the bed frame won’t be there for another week.

It's dark. Quiet, with only Mikuni’s favorite lamp, something he picked up at a flea market a while ago, using his very first paycheck no less, (unbeknown to him, his Servamp clearly recalls the way his eyes had sparkled at the sight of the once grimy old thing, how he had polished it til it shined) lighting up the otherwise empty master bedroom with a soft, golden glow. Mikuni holds Jeje’s face in his hands with the most intense frown, thumbs stroking along oil slick scales while the other man tries so very hard to not jerk away.

“…It’s not fair that a monster like you is such a beauty…” Mikuni had eventually murmured, and finally allowed Jeje to draw away.

Jeje can’t help but think that for all the handiwork Mikuni has done in the last three years, the practicing and learning and blisters he has endured from managing his own Lead, his hands are still, somehow, remarkably soft. Part of him mourns knowing that they won’t stay that way for long.

***

"It's so ironic," Mikuni says aloud, not looking up from the passage he's squinting at, from the sheer, almost translucent pages, so thin and delicate that they don't even burn well. Not really. "That you of all the Servamps turn into a serpent."

Jeje doesn't answer him. Continues to poke at their campfire, smoke curling high above their heads and, blissfully, keeping the insects at bay. The last thing he wants to deal with is his Eve's whining over bug bites.

"Do you resent it?" Upon being ignored once more, Mikuni frowns. Changes his wording. "Do you think it's some kind of punishment?"

"......Does it matter."

Mikuni eyes him in that way that Jeje hates. The one that says he’s put it all together, and will lay Jeje’s own failure right out in front of him. "So that's a yes."

Jeje wishes covering his face was enough to hide from the infuriatingly brilliant, in more ways than one, man beside him. Serpent, man, face to face or no, it doesn't matter.

Mikuni reads him as easily as the holy book lying wide open in his lap.

***

“A man did this to you,” Mikuni finds himself saying, lying side by side in their single person bed, the one he refuses to upgrade if only because then he would no longer have any excuse to get so close to this man wearing a monster’s skin.

He can’t recall when he started thinking of Jeje as a person. As a comfort, rather than someone to reign the retribution of a God he may or may not believe in down upon.

The Servamp jolts, glowing eyes finding him immediately in the dark, and he wonders what his face must look like. What Jeje sees when he looks at him, when his cheek is squished into the pillow and his hair is a mess, the covers pulled low and his hand resting between them both. Thin lips part yet no sound comes out, and Mikuni takes the chance to shift closer, to close the already tiny gap between them even more. Jeje stiffens when toned legs tangle with his.

He doesn’t pull away. Not even when Mikuni lifts his hand, rests it on one pale cheek and curls his fingers around Jeje’s jaw, feels them brush against the wispy edges of dark ink that spills down over his Servamp’s neck, pools out across their sheets.

“A man did this to you,” Mikuni repeats, soft in the night. His fingers are rough now. Calloused. He takes pride in them, in the proof of his hard work, in the skills he has taught himself with his diligent training. “Not God.”

The stupefied vampire next to him finally stirs with that, dark brows pitching low, angry, almost.

Mikuni steals his words before he can form them, lips finding Jeje’s easily. Predictably, the other man stiffens. He always does, and a moment later he gives in to the temptation Mikuni offers him. The easy distraction, the soothing blasphemy.

“The Count is not a god,” Mikuni whispers against thin, pale lips that continue to search for his, continue to beg without words for him to just, please, be quiet. “He is just a man. A man with an ego and desperate to leave a mark on the world.”

It’s a painful truth, he knows, especially for one who for so long has comforted and injured themselves with the thought that their God had abandoned them, that they had earned their damnation.

Especially for someone like Jeje.

His thumb strokes across Jeje’s cheek, feels the subtle tremble in the sharp curve of his jaw.

“He did this to you,” Mikuni reminds, and he allows Jeje to pull him close, to hide from him in the burnt gold of his hair. Breath hot against skin that steals his warmth, Mikuni shuts his eyes. “He did this to you. But he did not make you. A man like that could never make my Jeje.”

The world made you. Life made you. Your loved ones made you. Your enemies made you.

Saint Germaine was none of these things.

He was only a man.

***

Mikuni is only a man, too, but Jeje will worship him for it.

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This was *immaculate* oh my god-

Hand Headcanons

Yes, you read that right, this is a post just slightly less ridiculous than the one about sneezes sitting in my drafts. Under the cut because there's 800 words, all about HANDS. Feel free to reblog or reply and add on!

Mahiru Shirota: His hands are calloused from housework, tan and with freckles across the knuckles and backs. He keeps his nails filed short and is very diligent about keeping them clean of dirt because long ones are a bother, especially when cooking.

Kuro: Very, very pale, there's a noticeable scar on the webbing between forefinger and thumb on his left hand from an accident with a knife while he was human. Otherwise, they're totally unblemished, in contrast to his Eve's which have a lot of little scars from cooking accidents if you look close enough. He has a habit of biting his nails down the quick or clipping them far, far too short, so Mahiru starts clipping Kuro's nails for him. After centuries of looking ragged and unhealthy they finally... Look nice. Clean. Well cared for. Honestly he has that eboy look about him, so people expect him to paint his nails. He himself thinks he wouldn't mind it... So long as they're not plain black. Give him neons and holos and shimmers, any color, any shade, any finish. Except for matte or glossy black. He does not want to look at his hands and see Rose's.

Sakuya Watanuki: Despite playing acoustic guitar, his subclass healing factor prevents him from building any of the callouses associated with his hobby. Slightly longer nails than you’d expect from a guy, he’s trying to work up the courage to start painting them. Belkia has noticed him eyeing neon polishes in the drugstore makeup aisle while accompanying him and has started privately putting together a list of good brands because he knows from experience just how hard it is to find good neon polish that doesn’t dry to an unpleasant, plastic-y finish.

Misono Alicein: Small, soft, and beautiful, his are exactly the kind of hands you’d expect from a young master. When you hold them they feel very delicate and brittle, like he has bird bones beneath his skin instead of human ones. You didn’t hear it from me, but they look like they belong to a small child. The skin of his wrist is very thin as well, and you can see the veins easily. His nails are too brittle to grow very long without breaking, so he keeps them short to avoid painful hangnails.

Snow Lily: Just like his Eve, his hands are lovely to look at, and would make any artist happy to work with. Really, they look like they belong to a sculpture rather than a person. His nails are always painted with a basecoat and clear polish at the least, though he has a large collection of various colored polish and enjoys letting Misono spoil him by painting them himself. Of course, he spoils his Eve right back by allowing Misono to pick what colors he wears when he’s in the mood to wear some. The lotion he uses during winter to prevent the skin from cracking smells like vanilla and brown sugar.

Mikuni Alicein: People expect his hands to be "young master" hands, soft and pretty and the kind of smooth skin that indicate never having done a hard day's work in his life. Hands like Misono has. Instead they are more like Mahiru's, with callouses built up along his fingers and palms, still well cared for but it's incredibly clear that he isn't some pampered rich kid who never had to work for a thing. You don't work with rope, even a magic one, and come away with nothing to show for it. He’s proud of it, honestly. Proof of how far he’s come, and what all he’s accomplished outside of his father’s sphere of influence. He has poor circulation so they’re constantly ice cold.

Jeje: He’s got long, spidery fingers that are great for the tiny, delicate work of building ships in a bottle. They’re incredibly steady. He’d make for a good surgeon, and they definitely contribute to his skills as a marksman. His guns fuse with his fingers, similar to Kuro’s claws, and he finds the appearance grotesque so he hides them. Mikuni’s absolutely fascinated with the difference in size between his hand and Jeje’s. Sometimes if he gets annoyed with his Eve enough, he’ll just cover Mikuni’s whole face with his hand. Somehow he’s always shocked when this ends in Mikuni licking him.

Neugier Hatiwelt: The bones under his skin are very prominent, and the black of his nails is natural. If he doesn’t trim his nails every other day, they start growing out into claws, and even on inbetween days, he tends to file them. He only really started to care about their appearance after meeting Kuro, stopped while he was gone, and picked up the habit again once he met Youtarou for fear of accidentally harming his companion.

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