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littlweirdostuffwritesworld · 11 months

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The golden sun

Summary: Many things have happened to the marriage of Francesco de Pazzi and Andrea Sabini, the speech of Jacopo de Pazzi and the appearance of the most talked about woman in Florence, Tamara D'Amato cousin of the bride.

"I can't believe Francesco de Pazzi is getting married," Giuliano said

"So it's true that a good woman can change you," Botticelli joked

"Apparently" Lorenzo took a sip of the wine looking at the new couple, you could see that they were in love.

"Our poor Lorenzo is jealous," Giuliano said

"What? Jealous of Francesco? Never, I'm just happy that he's no longer influenced by Jacopo Pazzi"

"Of course, it's not the fact that you feel a little lonely"

"Not at all, if I want to marry someone I can choose any lady" he laughed

"Sure, what about the woman mother introduced you?"

"Clarice Orsini, Carlo was unable to pessuader her and she became a nun" her brother looked at him for a moment and it seemed that he was about to explode with laughter.

"Don't try to laugh, and let's talk about you instead"

"There is nothing to talk about, because you are doing the same thing" Lorenzo was about to reply when their sister arrived.

"Bianca where were you?"

"With the bride's cousin Lucia D'Amato" she explained and pointed at the young woman

"Do you think the d'Adamato will show up?" Botticelli asked

"If they show up this will be the most remembered wedding in Florence" Giuliano commented, across the hall The Pazzi brothers were talking.

"Congratulations brother" Gugliemo Pazzi was really proud of his brother, even if he did not want to say it, he did not expect Francesco to fall in love, and he had gotten into oace with the obsession of the Medici

"Thank you but if it wasn't for you I don't think I'd be here to toast"

"You did the same thing with me and Bianca, you are my brother this is the least" it seemed that the Pazzi family was going through a period of rebirth and prosperity.

While everyone was celebrating Jacopo Pazzi entered it seemed that he had drunk too much he was drunk.

"Congratulations to my nephew Francesco" he applauded

"How come you are all silent, I thought this was a wedding" he sobbed

"And it is, Messer Pazzi you can stay as long as you want" Andrea said approaching the man

"No more titles we are family now" he smiled, a trail of chills rose on the back of the groom.

"Do you think he has something in mind?" Guglielmo whispered

"I'm going to see" he no longer needed to muster up the courage to talk to his uncle.

"Uncle I'm glad you came"

"I would never miss my brother's son's wedding"

and the man goes away and approached other nobles.

"My love are you okay?" he said

" Yes why?"

"Jacopo Pazzi is never happy for anyone, and now that his most precious pawn is dispossessed he is afraid that I will be against him"

"Honey don't worry, the only thing I can tell you is to follow your mind and your heart, and if you don't know what to do, talk to your brother and your wife" she advised.

"Yes" the major domus interrupted the couple

"Madonna Pazzi, Tamara D'Amato has arrived" he announced

"Well thank you, honey you will meet my best friend"

"I can't believe it, Tamara D'Amato is not ashamed, she shows up here after having canceled her engagement" a noble woman said

"And with that scar on her face who will marry her?" they snickered

"I advise you to ceaseyour gossiping, Tamara D'Amato is still part of the D'Amato family if she wants your heads, she will have them, if you insult Tamara, you insult Venice and Florence" Lucrezia Donati said, and two women stopped talking

The most talked about woman in Florence entered the room and brought a stir and shock with her.

"Congratulations cousin, may you have a prosperous life together," she smiled

"Oh Tamara, your presence here is the best gift" Andrea hugged her

"I would never miss my cousin and best friend's wedding"

"So the rumors are true, she is really a beautiful woman" Bianca said, without taking her eyes off the woman, she had seen noble women but there was something about Tamara, maybe it was her red dress or the long braid that gathered her hair almost to the floor.

"It's not just a beautiful face, his father Leonardo D'Amato has always believed he was raising his children despite being a son or daughter, the woman excels in economics, Latin, Greek, Italian and helps her father" their mother Lucrezia said

"She seems to be a great woman" Giuliano commented

"A woman worthy of being a wife" the mother winked and left

"Mother will never change"

"If it weren't for that scar she could be the most beautiful woman in Florence …" Botticelli said

"A beautiful woman is always a beautiful woman" Lorenzo interrupted

"Are my eyes deceiving or Lorenzo is quite interested in Tamara D'Amato?" the painter teased

"No, but the D'Amato family is a powerful and rich family, our father and Leonardo were about to make an agreement for the sale of silk" he explained, he continued to look at her and it was clear that even with the "scandals" she was charismatic woman.

The woman was approaching the group, the closer she gets, the more Lorenzo looked at her, he had noticed that she had a mole near her left eye.

"Good evening family de Medici and Signor Botticelli" she greeted

"Lady D'Amato is a pleasure to meet you this evening" Bianca greeted shyly, respected the woman

"I'm sorry for your father's death, he was a good man, may he rest in peace"

"I knew that our fathers were friends, my father is getting old unfortunately things have left certain things pending"

"We, their children can continue what they were doing"

"Interesting, I hope we could" before leaving the music began

"Dama would you like to dance with me?" he offered himself and gives her a little grin and accepted her hand. The music started and everybody was ready to dance

"Messer Lorenzo"

" Yes?"

"If you wanted to talk about business, it was enough to talk to my brother Benedetto, there was no need to invite me to dance"

"I didn't invite you for business, I'm just a man who can't resist a beautiful woman" Tamara laughed

" Is this how the famous Lorenzo de Medici steals the hearts of the ladies of Florence?" she smiled

" Steal? No my lady a thief steal, I'm a keeper, the heart of the lady I will love is more precious than diamonds and gold" he whispered on her ear.

" So you are poet too?"

" I'm a man who loves the art, I heard your family supports many artists" he said

" Yes my family support artists, from painters,writers, poets and musicians. House D'Amato is not only selling tessile but we make clothes out of them" she explained, and with the last twirl the dance ended, but their hands was still intertwined.

" I would like to see you" he blurted out

" I mean I would like to see more of your family products" he corrected himself blushing

" Of course our shops are always open" she smiled, bowed and walked away. Leaving the young Lord following her with his blue eyes.

#lorenzo de medici x reader #the medici #x black reader #black oc #black tumblr #black girl magic #black girl joy #black women #1500s #medieval #francesco pazzi #giuliano de medici #t

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shcherbatskya · 1 year

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sometimes i’m like wahhhh i can’t post about this because it was under 600 years ago and it feels inherently wrong and bad but then i remember I’m literally so normal i have never ever shipped francesco pazzi (REAL GUY!!!!!!) with anyone or had any desire to write x reader fanfiction. which makes me moral and upright.

#like christ i’m the most normal one here!!!#samael speaks #respublica literaria

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writersmacchiato · 3 months

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wip title tag game !!

tagged by @interwebseriesfan24 thank you for the tag, this was so fun!!

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

Putting a read more because there’s 36… 🥹

Knowing Me, Knowing You (Charlie Dalton SMAU)

Love-struck | Billy Batson

Gerard Pitts is the type of boyfriend who…

October/Halloween ooey gooey fluff with Billy Batson

Flirty awkwardness | Peter Pevensie

Salty Reunion | Edmund Pevensie

Sodapop/Reader, Kenickie x reader

Foolish One | Billy Batson

Common Sense | Billy Batson

Billy Batson | Former foster kids, reunite, flashback to time together as foster kids

Some taylor swift song title | quill kipps

*gulps* writing for Fred makes me nervous but I’ll do my best for you <3

sweet nothings | quill kipps

Paper Rings | Ethan Landry

Foe or Friend or… Lover? | George Karim

Late Night Giggles | George Karim

Francesco Pazzi x Medici!Reader

You’re an idiot (it stands for I love you) Charlie Dalton

Secrets & Confessions | Ben Gross

Harry Potter Characters as fanfic tropes

Satellite | Harry Potter

Being besties with the golden trio and also bullying Harry who dishes it back until one day you realize you have actual feelings for him LOL

All You Had to Do Was Stay | Knowing Me, Knowing You prologue!!!

The Very First Night | Johnny Cade

Put A Little Love on Me | Gerard Pitts

Betty | Steven Meeks

Percy Weasley song prompt

Monster Song | Gerard Pitts {Supernatural AU}

August | Harry Potter

The flaws of the Pevensies in a relationship

Chew on my Heart | Edmund x Reader, Eventual!Peter x Reader

Lovesick | Zuko

Speechless | Sokka

You’re Still the One | Sokka

Ironically a draft of fic ideas (not listed here😭) that are going to haunt me until I write them

Grilled Cheese | Gerard Pitts

GOODBYE THIS IS SO HUMBLING!!!! These vary from one paragraph to several PAGES of paragraphs.

Please send in asks about these! I would love to post about them and give previews! It might even motivate me to finish one ;)) xx

Tagging anyone who would like to do this!! I dont know 36 blogs to tag

#can you guess who my comfort character is based on the amount of wips? 😭#I knew I had a lot but OVER 30 is crazy 😭😭😭#cam rambles #tag game

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40sbarnes · 4 years

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Medici: Spymasters of Florence Masterlist

(in progress - Updated on Wednesdays and Sundays) completed

Chapter 1: An Opportunity

Chapter 2: Ring Ring

Chapter 3: Don’t You Want To Live Forever?

Chapter 4: Mithridates the Sixth

Chapter 5: Life Is Far Too Short

Chapter 6: Don’t Shoot the Messenger

Chapter 7: Gone For A Swim

Chapter 8: Two Birds, One Stone

Chapter 9: Fool Me Twice

Chapter 10: Home Sweet Home

Chapter 11: Business Trip

Chapter 12: Out of Luck

Chapter 13: A Flicker of Melted Ice

Chapter 14: Fortune Favours The Bold

Chapter 15: Show No Love

Chapter 16: Strings Attached

Chapter 17: Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Chapter 18: Of The Same Coin

Chapter 19: Link In A Chain

Chapter 20: All For Naught

Epilogue

Extras

Til Death

#daniel sharman #daniel sharman x reader #lorenzo de medici #lorenzo de medici x reader #medici #medici fic #medici: masters of florence #medici: spymasters of florence #francesco pazzi x reader #francesco x reader

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maaaddiexo · 4 years

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MAINLIST

Series

A Touch in the Dark — I, II, III

#francesco de pazzi #francesco de' pazzi #francesco pazzi #francesco pazzi imagine #francesco pazzi x reader #francesco de pazzi x reader #francesco de pazzi imagine #francesco de' pazzi imagine #love #romance

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justauthoring · 5 years

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that one meeting // francesco pazzi

Request(s): Hello, dear!❤ I want to ask if you could write an imagine where reader isn't involved in Medici/Pazzi rivalry,she isn't noble (mb, a daughter of some successful merchant),but it doesn't bother her, she's confident & caring person. Once she bumps into Francesco,the encounter ends up intense, but he starts to take interest & he finds comfort in her after the failure at the tournament.I want to see soft Francesco,his feelings & unsuccessful attempts to deny them due to fear of becoming vulnerable.

Could you do a Francesco Pazzi with a reader that’s kind of out of her time. Like, she’s not scared to speak up, and she would want to be the head of her house one day, instead of her husband. Maybe she meets him for a meeting, and he’s a little confused. Like, isn’t your brother/father supposed to be here for this meeting? Something like that.

Domestic fluff with Francesco? I can’t think of anything specifically but maybe their first meeting, then the wedding (+night) and so on?

Francesco Pazzi x reader meet at a masked ball?💗

Requested by: @colorfulangelhandskid (I had to change your (the last) request slightly, hope you dont mind!)

Please don’t plagiarize my work!

Word Count: 3,373

“Here’s just through here, Ma Donna.”

With a polite smile, you clasp your hands before yourself, bowing at the servant as he makes his exit, stepping in through the door. You let your eyes wander on the interior design of the room, before settling on the man positioned adjacent to you.

At the sound of your footsteps, the man slowly straightens out, turning his head over his shoulder, his body following, to face you.

With a bow of your head, you raise a brow; “I was hoping to see Jacopo Pazzi,” you comment after a moment, letting your eyes wander across the man before you. He can only be a few years older than yourself, possibly even less than that, and it is that that makes you certain that this is not Jacopo Pazzi stood before you. Your brother had warned you that the man was older, as old as your own father, and that he had a nasty looking face, for lack of a better description.

“My uncle apologizes,” the man begins, and you are not oblivious to the way his eyes glance past your shoulder, towards the door you’d just entered; as if he expects another to come waltzing through. “But he had urgent business to attend to in regards to our bank. He left me in charge for the time being.”

“Ah,” you nod with a small smile. Stepping forward, you stop by the table the same man is stood by, setting down the files in your hands before meeting the man’s gaze once more. “Well then, I am Y/N Y/L/N, and you are..?”

The man accepts your outstretched hand hesitantly, a air of confusion surrounding him. “Francesco Pazzi,” he introduces with a slight squeeze and shake of your hand. As you let go, your hand falling by your side, Francesco clasps his own behind his back, turning towards the door once more. “Should we wait for your brother, or--”

“There’s no need,” you cut off gently, never tearing your gaze off of the papers before you, filing out those you need and those you do not. “It is just me.”

“Oh.”

Inwardly, you sigh, carefully not to let your frustration show. It is best not to be improper and rude to potential investors, no matter how much this tiring and often-reoccurring conversation has begun to get on your nerves.

Finally, you raise your head, you meet the man’s dark eyes once more. “Not used to doing business with a woman?”

“It is not that--” Francesco falls shut at the knowing look you send his way, his shoulders falling. “Well, if I am being honest, yes. It is odd for a man to let his sister do his meetings for him.”

“I assure you, Messer Pazzi, my brother is not letting me do anything,” your words are spoken with barely concealed snide. Despite the smile plastered on your lips, it is obvious that your patience is growing thin. While you are not unused to this type of discrimination, it never seizes to annoy you. “We work along side each other, you see. Now that my father is too old to run the family, we work as a partnership. We do so until we have built families of our own and so that when I am married, I can become the head of the family.”

Francesco laughs. Quite literally... laughs. It bursts from his lips before he is seemingly able to stop or control himself. He is quick to cover it, despite the damage already done, his hand falling to his lips in seconds as he composes himself.

“I see you find it amusing, Messer Pazzi.”

“It is just... unheard of. I meant no insult, Ma Donna Y/L/N.”

“Yes, well,” letting the smile fade, you turn back to the table. “I’d really like to get on with the meeting, so I can leave as soon as possible.”

Francesco smiles falters slightly at your quickly placed insult, narrowing his eyes just slightly as you continue to smile up at him. With a slight cough, he shifts, squaring his shoulders with a nod. “Right,” he mumbles, “let’s get on with business then.”

About two hours later, you and Francesco are done and thankfully pleased with the outcome of your arrangements. You find yourself genuinely smiling as Francesco leads you out of the room, knowing that your brother and father will be pleased and you’ve set up a beneficial arrangement for your family.

As you move to leave, you turn to Francesco with a genuine smile, as opposed to before, with your hand held out. “It was wonderful doing business with you, Messer Pazzi,” you say politely and professionally. “I’m sure both of our families will be pleased with the outcomes.”

Francesco accepts your handshake this time without any hesitance, squeezing firmly with a genuine smile on his lips. “Indeed,” he nods. With that, you turn to leave, before Francesco stops you; “how long are you and your family planning on staying in Florence, Ma Donna Y/L/N?”

“Oh, indefinitely,” you answer plainly with a small nod. “Father is too ill to move around anymore, so it seems this is to be our new home.”

You don’t seem to take notice of the smile that falls on Francesco lips as you make your way outside. His eyes watch you carefully, your movements and all, as you glance up at him with a smile one last time.

“Maybe we will see each other around then.”

“Maybe, Messer Pazzi.”

After days, and then weeks, begin to pass by. Francesco finds himself losing hope that he will see you again. He spends his days mainly in the Pazzi bank, working hard by his uncle and brother’s side, almost relentlessly and it is very rare he is able to enjoy a moment to himself outside of his own room.

You yourself are quite busy as well. You run around, making arrangements and investments and the such with your brother, working harder and harder to make a name for yourselves and your family.

And it seems to be working, as both a blessing and opportunity lands your way when you are invited to a gathering of some noble families. It is some sort of masked ball, something of which you’ve never had the privilege to go to. You find yourself counting down the days to the event, not only because of the opportunity it provides your family but because of the fact that this is your first time going to such an event.

You find yourself adorned in a dress way too elegant and fancy for yourself, and a wide smile on your lips as you litter across the room with a mask over your eyes, hiding your identity. Both your brother and yourself had been invited, and you find yourself dancing with him in the midst of the crowd, bursts of laughs leaving your lips as he twirls you around and treats you with respect only he was ever capable of doing.

The ball is everything you could’ve hoped it to be, and you find yourself practically mesmerized and in disbelief at the sight of it.

With business done and out of the way, you let your professional side fade and yourself to enjoy the rest of the night.

With a soft laugh, you slow your step, slipping your hands out of your brothers as you quickly excuse yourself. Your feet are somewhat sore, and you need a moment to catch your breath as you weave your way through the pairs of dancing couples to the sides, taking a drink off of one the servant plasters and relishing in the feeling of the cold liquid down your throat.

When you turn your attention back on your brother, mask in hand and away from your face, you find him already sweeping another woman off of her feet, causing your lips to curve upwards in a bright smile.

“Ma Donna Y/L/N, I wondered if that was you.”

Lips parting, you turn your head to right, meeting the slight familiar eyes of a masked face. As the man continues to make his way towards you, your eyes widen upon realization; “Messer Pazzi?”

Pulling the mask away, Francesco smirks down at you; “the one and only.”

Raising a coy brow, you roll your eyes at his smugness; “I didn’t expect to see you here,” you comment, watching as the man falls next to your side. “Parties hadn’t seemed like your thing.”

“My family is great friends with the hosts,” Francesco explains with a nod, letting his eyes wander across the crowd. “And yourself?”

“Invited by the hosts,” you explain with a smile. “They thought it a great opportunity to find out more about who they were investing their money into. Can’t say I blame them.”

“Well, i’m sure you charmed your way into the deal.”

With a slight roll of your eyes and laugh, you nod; “it worked on you, didn’t it?”

Francesco pauses a moment, letting his eyes fall on your own and steadily meeting your gaze. The smirk never faltering from his lips, Francesco lets out a chuckle. “You sure do know your way with words, Ma Donna Y/L/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, “Y/N.”

“Hmm?”

Blinking up at him, you feel your cheeks warm slightly, despite yourself. “We aren’t doing business now, are we Messer Pazzi? So, please, call me Y/N.”

“Then call me Francesco,” he grins down at you, “sound like a deal?”

“Okay, Francesco,” you can’t help but notice the way his name seems to roll off the tip of your tongue with ease. Almost perfectly. “Sounds like a deal.”

With a nod, Francesco takes a step forward, turning his body towards you as your eyes fall on his hand, his palm held up and open towards you. You stare at it a moment, before meeting his eyes once more with slightly confusion. With a soft smile, Francesco grins; “you won’t deny me a dance will you, Y/N?” He questions coyly. “Certainly not when you look as beautiful as you do.”

Feeling your cheeks warm, your gaze lowers bashfully. But still, you set your hand in his own.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

You can’t help the way you jumps at the sight of his body slamming to the ground. You can’t hear it, but you’re sure the impact is both powerful and painful.

You don’t share in the cheers of victory from those around you towards the winner of the tournament; Lorenzo De Medici. You barely know the man and while he seemed kind enough, you can’t seem to find yourself as happy as the others at the sight of Francesco, crawling up to his feet with barely concealed pain in his eyes.

Your eyes watch his movements carefully, hesitating to rush after him right away and waiting for the right and appropriate moment. You watch as Francesco ignores the hand Lorenzo holds out towards him, mumbling something you can’t make out before making his way over to his uncle. You had heard of the rivalry between the Pazzi and Medici when you’d first arrived in Florence, but hadn’t paid much mind to it because truthfully you hadn’t cared.

But now that you knew Francesco better, it being a few weeks since the ball and your friendship having become steady and strong, you found yourself feeling both pity and concern for the man and resentment towards the Medici -- to no tru fault of their own. Purely based off of biased.

So the moment he steps away from his uncle, you take your chance, making your way around and through the crowds of people to meet him. He is completely by himself when you find him, attempting to pull off his tunic with haste, his lips curling in discomfort at the injuries that had befallen on him.

Ignoring the nerves in your stomach, you inhale sharply; “allow me to help.”

You don’t meet Francesco’s gaze as he turns to face you, bowing your head as you position yourself in front of him, your hands raising to unbutton his tunic while he remains sat in his chair. Francesco says nothing as you do so, and silently, you pull off the tunic, leaving him in nothing but a thin white shirt. You hesitate before pulling off the shirt, finally flickering your gaze upwards to meet his; “i’ll have to take of your shirt to assess the wounds properly.”

“I didn’t know you were so adverse in skills, Y/N.”

“I’m not,” you say softly, “but i’ll be able to help you better than you will.”

Francesco says nothing in response, silently pulling his shirt up and over his head. You’re careful not to let your gaze wander longer than appropriate, but unable to hide the blush on your cheeks at the sight of him so bare and vulnerable before you. Long ago had you accepted your growing affections for Francesco, but this was the closest the two of you had ever been and you find yourself struggling to react professionally.

You ignore his intense stare as you stare at the bruising along his ribs, letting your fingers gently stroke across the skin. “It doesn’t look serious,” you whisper, your gaze focused. “It will hurt for the next few days, and you’ll have a nasty bruise, but I don’t think you’ve broken anything.”

“Thank you, Y/N.”

Nodding, you move to pull away, but Francesco surprises you by taking your hand in his own. It causes your entire body to still, lips parting as your eyes flicker to meet his own. For a long while, it’s silent, the two of you just staring at one another before you whisper; “Francesco?”

Something about your voice must pull him out of his stupor. With a blink of the eye, he shakes his head, pulling his hand from your own. “Sorry.”

Part of you wonders if you should just leave it. But it doesn’t settle right within you to do so, and the way he had looked at you then hadn’t felt like nothing. So, biting your lip, you take a step forward, setting your hand on his cheek, pulling his eyes back on your own. “It’s okay,” you whisper, noticing the sense of vulnerability in his eyes but the way he tries to hide it.

“Y/N--”

You lower to your knees, crouching before the man as he remains sat on the chair before you. Letting your hand lower to his chest, you inhale deeply. “It’s okay,” you repeat, “I won’t hurt you.”

“You...” His words trail, eyes falling shut in frustration. “How can you...”

“I know that i’m not the only one who feels it,” you explain. “That i’m not the only one who felt it that day we met. And it’s okay. We don’t have to pretend.”

Francesco hesitates a moment, turning to look at you. His lips part to say something, but then he pauses, and then suddenly, either of his hands are on your cheeks, pulling you close and upwards to meet his lips. You instantly return the action, letting your hands fall on his hips as you curve your body into his own, eyes falling shut.

Francesco nips at your lower lip, and each of you pour your growing affections for one another in that one kissing, saying everything you could’ve said better than words.

And when he pulls back, Francesco leans his forehead against your own, his breath shaky.

“It’s okay,” you repeat, letting your thumb stroke his cheek. “It’s okay.”

“Your brother told me I could find you here.”

Eyes softening, you turn your head over your shoulder, an instant smile falling on your lips as you meet Francesco’s eyes. Instantly, you push yourself up to your feet, rushing over to him with a bright grin. Your hands fall on his cheeks as his wound around your waist, and you press your lips firmly against his.

“What are you doing here?” You breathe once you’ve pulled apart, falling back onto your feet instead of your tiptoes, biting your lip as you gaze up at him.

Francesco only smiles, stepping past you gently and making his way to the table you’d been sat at. His hands softly graze across the numerous books littered across the table, some opened, some shut. You watch him with a soft smile. blinking up at him when he turns back to look at you. “You never told me you read so much,” Francesco comments, smirking down at you coyly.

Shrugging your shoulders, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’ve loved to read since I was a little girl,” you explain idly, falling next to him by the table as you shut the book you’d been reading before he entered. “My mother used to read to me before she died,” you continued, leaning in Francesco’s touch as he lets his fingers stroke across your cheek down to your collarbone. “It reminds me of her. It’s silly, I know.”

Francesco smiles softly down at you; “I think it’s beautiful.”

Blushing faintly, you giggle softly, swatting his hand away playfully. “Now, are you going to tell me why you’re here or?”

Francesco smiles, confidently and he licks his lips slowly, his gaze never wandering from your own. “Patience is a virtue, love.”

“Don’t play coy with me, love,” you remark teasingly.

“Okay, okay,” Francesco relents, letting his hand fall on your hip as he tugs you towards him. Settling you so you are pressed chest against chest, Francesco takes your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger. “I came to ask for your hand in marriage.”

Surprise floods you, your eyes widen as your smile fades; not in disappointment but in disbelief. You find yourself stunned speechless, simply staring up at Francesco with wide eyes and parted lips.

After a moment, Francesco laughs nervously; “I sure hope your silence is a yes.”

Snapping out of your stupor, you blink, quickly nodding. “Yes, yes,” you sputter out, the words registering within you as you grin widely. “Oh, God, yes. Yes, yes, yes!”

Chuckling, Francesco takes your hand in his own; “you are happy?”

Biting your lip, you feel your eyes water; “beyond happy, Francesco, I...” Unable to find the words, you just lean forward, pressing your lips against his own with force and passion and warmth and love and everything you feel in that one moment. Francesco doesn’t hesitate to do the same, his one hand cupping the back of your head, the other placed firmly on your back, pulling you close.

When you pull back, you let out an airy laugh, shaking your head in disbelief.

“You have made me the happiness woman, Francesco.”

Brushing back your hair, Francesco smiles fondly down at you; “I am so glad. And trust me when I say this, you will be able to lead our family just as you have with your own.”

Smiling, you blink, unable to stop your tears; “thank you.”

“Thank you.”

“I have waited for this day for... months.”

You laugh, an air of happiness never leaving you as you begin to untie the laces of your dress. As you continue to do so, you turn to Francesco with a smirk; “you have?”

Raising his hand, Francesco helps untie the last string, his hands moving to pull the dress slowly off of your shoulders. “Since I first saw you in that dress at the masked ball,” he explains with a soft smile. “You were absolutely breathtaking, and that’s when I knew I was taken with you.”

Grinning, you move your hands to the hem of his shirt, shuffling closer to him so your legs are straddle over his own. “And whoever said I was the one gifted with words.”

Snorting, Francesco helps you pull his shirt over his head, leaving him bare to you before returning his attention to your dress. He slips the rest of it off your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing the skin from your collarbone to the dip in between your breasts to your stomach. And then, he pauses, meeting your eyes.

“I love you, you know that right?”

You nod without hesitance, pressing a kiss against the corner of his lips; “just as I love you.”

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The First Encounter||Francesco de’ Pazzi

Medici: The Magnificent

Note: I’ve seen and read, @/justauthoring’s fics about Francesco, Lorenzo, and Giuliano from Medici, and I couldn’t help my self to write something about Francesco. For some odd reason, I’m in love with him even though I know he’s bad. I mean, he isn’t really? At first he was. But I believe, I strongly believe that’s just his uncle manipulating him.

Warning: No warning. I think. Other than grammar errors.

Word count: 1031

Fandom: Medici

Pair: Francesco Pazzi x Reader.

It was a ball like no other. My family had been invited to one of many Medici's balls, and with them they had decided to bring their children. I was one of the youngest, and I was the only one that hadn't been proposed to. That's something my father had talked about a lot. He wanted to leave this ball with a new ally, and a reassurance his youngest daughter was taken care of when he died. That's why he had been invited here in the first place. That's why he had come here in the first place.

But I couldn't be bothered. I wanted to be free. I wanted to go around the world, paint the skies, and the people. And paint the angels in their wake. I wanted to do as I pleased, even though I knew that wasn't my part to do. I was to be a perfect bride, who had to stand by her husband, and apply by his rules. And as much as I wished I had at least a say on who I was to marry, my father would have never let me. For I was a woman, and in his head, women where merely pretty objects to have around.

But who knew fate was such a mischievous thing.

I had only seen him around. He had talked to Lorenzo, he even had talked with Lucrezia. And through it all, our eyes had met countless of times. And every time, a small smirk had formed in his lips, and his seductive eyes would travel down my dress until they where back on the person before him. And every time, I wouldn't resist the temptation to also look at him. I did my best to not appear too eager. But if I had appeared that way I would just blame the liquor.

"(Y/N), dear." Called my father from where he was standing, calling me over towards him, where he was talking to one of the members of the priori. "I would like you to meet Jacopo Pazzi."

Turning towards the older man, I gave him a small smile, feeling slightly insecure by his presence.

"Ma donna." He said, taking my hand in his, kissing it.

"And this is his nephew Francesco Pazzi." Without knowing, another presence had made it self known. And right in front of me, was him. The same man, with the piercing eyes.

"Ma Donna." He also took my hand in his, his eyes never leaving mine, making me feel all tingly inside.

"Gentlemen, my daughter, (Y/N) Beneventi."

It was brief, our first encounter, but that was one of many. That ball just so happened to introduce us to each other, not knowing what the older men where planning.

Before I could hear anymore of what the men really wanted to talk about,I was whisked away by my mother and older sister. I had a feeling mother knew of what was transpiring between the men, but I didn't give it much of an importance. What new other thing could they be talking about other than business. Marriage? O please.

Mother introduced us to some important women. Raging from Lorenzo de Medici's own wife and mother, to Simmonetta Vespucci and Lucrezia Donati. All had really nice insights on different things. None never really boring, but never really entertaining. And it didn't take long before my sister, Vittoria, would drag me away from the ladies, and into a different room away from prying eyes.

"I saw that." Was what she had said.

"Saw what?" I asked back, touching her hand that was in between my arms.

"You know what." When I gave her a confused look, she took it upon herself to specify. "Your secret looks with Francesco De' Pazzi." At this my cheeks went crimson red.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"And I'm pretty sure you do. And not to alarm you or anything, but he's looking this way." I instantly looked behind me, just to find an empty hallway, just to end up turning towards my laughing sister. "It's ok you know, you'll might end up marrying him. Who knows."

Those words stayed with me. They stayed with me for the entirety of the ball, and it made me feel uncertain. Was father really after all here to find me a husband? I mean I figured, but inside, I really wished to be wrong about father.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I heard a voice behind me startling me in the process.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Medici." I placed a hand on my chest. Feeling my rapid heart inside it's rib cage.

"If that's what I wanted to do, believe me, you wouldn't be able to realize it was me." Said Lorenzo, placing a hand over my shoulders.

"And why is that?" I asked, looking his way. Trying to change the subject in a way. Hoping he would forget why he came to me.

"You'll be dead." He said nonchalantly. "Now, Stop trying to change the subject Francesco." He patted my shoulder. "Let's talk about the girl that has been captivating your eyes since the ball started."

"There's nothing to talk about." I looked away from Lorenzo meeting eyes with the same woman we've been talking about.

"Really, because she's staring, you're staring." I looked back at Lorenzo, unimpressed with his want of finding me a bride. "You know, there's a lot of women out there who would love to become a Pazzi. But I'm almost certain non will captivate you as much as she does. And if you let that go Francesco, I'm afraid you might regret it for the rest of your life." With a final pat on my shoulder, Lorenzo gave me a smile, and left to talk with other guests.

What Lorenzo had said, had struck me in the right places. And it made me think that maybe, this could be. But she was someone young, and I could see it in her eyes, how much she wanted to be free, how much she longed for adventure. I didn't want to be the one to rip that from her eyes.

#medici: the magnificent #francesco #francesco pazzi #francesco de pazzi #francesco pazzi x reader #lorenzo medici #lorenzo de medici #Francesco de Pazzi x reader #medici #medici imagine #medici x reader #francesco pazzi imagine #francesco de pazzi imagine

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paradiseinaverno · 5 years

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feel free...

send me ur Medici or GoT requests I finally have inspiration for once in a blue moon

you can use this prompt list ! (Not mine)

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ephermeres · 3 years

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for once, art could not compare to the real thing

#medici #i medici #lorenzo medici #francesco pazzi #lorenzo x francesco #art #artists on tumblr #illustration #fan art #finished #is this before or after francesco d*es?#thats up to you dear reader

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imaginesbykesia · 5 years

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Francesco Falling in Love with a Medici Girl Would Include

you would formally meet Francesco at Bianca’s wedding

you had seen each other before of course

at parties and around Florence

he had always wanted to come up and introduce himself

but his Uncle would never have approved

then he sees you at the wedding

and he’s already cut all ties with his uncle so he doesn’t need to care about what Jacopo thinks anymore

so he comes over and stands next to you during the ceremony

and he introduces himself later at the reception

Lorenzo and Giuliano know exactly what’s going on but you’re completely oblivious

he asks you to dance with him and keeps offering to get you drinks

the two of you laugh and joke around the whole night

and everyone is shocked because Francesco is never like this with anyone

but you just brush it off

after that night the two of you are practically inseparable

he tries to spend every single waking moment with you

sometimes you show up at the bank and Francesco does everything he can to try and impress you

and Jacopo is clenching his fists and rolling his eyes the whole time

because you’re supposed to be the enemy

but Francesco is too entranced with you to notice

and he’s terrified to really make a move

but one day he hears that some noble is planning on going to Lorenzo

and asking for your hand in marriage

and the idea of another man being with you makes his skin crawl

so before he even realizes what he’s doing he’s on your doorstep

and he’s asking you if it’s okay to ask Lorenzo for your hand in marriage

and once the words leave his mouth he starts to panic

because what if you don’t feel the way he does

but before he knows it you’re grabbing his hand and pulling him towards Lorenzo’s study

and you burst in through the doors and shove him towards Lorenzo

“Lorenzo, Mssr Pazzi has something he’d like to ask you.”

Francesco has never loved you more

and Lorenzo says yes

obviously

because he wants you to be happy and he’s begun to get along with Francesco really well

Francesco wants the wedding to come as quickly as possible

he just wants to finally be able to call you his own

on the day of the wedding, he can’t stop smiling

he also can’t keep his eyes off you

people keep trying to come up and congratulate him but the only thing he’s focused on is you

headcanon masterlist

imagine masterlist

#guiliano de medici #lorenzo de medici #i medici #medici #lorenzo de medici imagine #medici: the magnificent imagine #lorenzo x francesco #francesco pazzi headcanons #francesco pazzi imagine #francesco pazzi #medici imagine #medici reader

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writersmacchiato · 5 years

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request for being married to francesco pazzi bc i love him and i wish his ending wasn’t like that🥺🥺 or literally any francesco hcs bc there are almost no good fics about him and he DESERVES BETTER!!!

francesco does deserves better ahh :’( some spice ahead, so take caution! also Pazzi Conspiracy?? never heard of her

Being Married to Francesco Pazzi would include. . .

okay but picture this; you’ve just woken up, still groggy from sleep, when you look over Francesco is still asleep, he looks relaxed, peaceful, younger, and he shifts closer to you, placing his arm over your waist

you get to wake up to that every day!!

his morning voice?? is swoon worthy. he knows how much you love it and fully uses it to his advantage

if he doesn’t have any business to take care of, he’ll spend the morning cooped up with you, eating breakfast in bed, kissing you lazily, smiling until his cheeks hurt, he’s soft in the morning

but when he does have to leave, he’ll kiss you on the forehead and whisper how much he loves you, delaying his departure until he has absolutely has to leave.

will sit through a meeting, completely stone faced, and everyone is like ‘wow he’s focusing so intently on this’ but he’s really thinking about you and how much he misses you and how he doesn’t want to be here and listen to Lorzeno and his uncle argue yet again when he could be with you

he’s so lovesick, it’s kinda gross

but he adores you completely, body and soul, and would die for you

when he was just courting you, he got into a fight with another man over you and from that moment you were labeled as his

his chest puffs up with pride when someone calls you his wife, melting when you call him husband

will perish when you’re kissing him, running your hand over his chest, and he feels the metal of your ring on his skin

when he is feeling stressed, you’ll have him rest his head on your lap and run your fingers through his hair and he has never felt more relaxed

you love his hair, it’s glorious, and he takes extra care in grooming himself for you; he knows you didn’t marry him on his appearance, but he knows it certainly helped his wooing of you ;)

okay i’ve been avoiding this so far, but the sex would be amazing, okay? okay. had to say that

can and has spent hours in between your thighs, would gladly die there

wake him up with a blowjob? god, he won’t stop smiling for the entire day and everyone finds it so off-putting

anywAY

married life would be sweet, Francesco would often plan little things to do with you, time spent alone just being in love :’)

will eat dinner with you every night, talking about his day, listening as you discuss yours, leaning on his hand, smiling faintly as he has ‘heart eyes’ looking at you

you often gossip over a glass of wine, sitting in front of the fireplace in your bedroom, sitting in between his legs, giggling as you tell him some juicy bits of news you learned while out at the market

he’ll run a bath for you, at night, lighting candles. sometimes he joins you, but it’s your little moment of peace to unwind

when you come to bed, he’ll open his arms and hold you close for a moment. pressing his forehead to yours.

“I love you.”

it’s the last thing he tells you before he falls asleep and the first thing he says when he wakes up

would be an amazing husband, 10/10

#francesco pazzi x reader #francesco pazzi imagine #medici x reader #medici imagine #medici #francesco pazzi #medici the magnificent #being married would include #would include #fuck i forgot how much i love him #thanks anon i needed this

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Medici: Spymasters of Florence

Chapter 14: Fortune Favours The Bold

its not the longest chapter but goddamn its soft <3 i hope you enjoy this its basically just fluff lolll

tag list: @brynthebulldozer @mythicalamphitrite @nana035 @valravnsraven @hannahhistorian92 @not-thatweird (it won’t tag idkwhy sorry!) @isaac-lahey-is-bae @angrygardendeer @unstoppable-xavi

pairings; slowburn lorenzo x reader, platonic francesco x reader

Lorenzo fell into stride beside you, his words still hanging in the night air.

"There's lot of things I haven't told you about myself, Medici," you grinned up at him, his brows raising at your words.

"Is that so?" His tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he thought of his next words. "Tell me another one."

Your face scrunched slightly in confusion, and he picked up on it immediately. "Indulge me, tell me another thing I don't know about you," he lifted his chin up, watching as the stars took their place in the sky. You looked to the side, bashful.

"Hmmm..." you trailed off, your eyes drifting to where Lorenzo was looking, letting the sound of your feet on the cobbled path fill the temporary silence, "I don't enjoy conversing with rich men," you smiled up as you watched the dots of light in the sky.

Lorenzo scoffed, his gaze falling on you once again. "You certainly didn't mind it tonight," he shot back.

"Untrue," the word was soft as it fell from your lips, "you don't have to enjoy a job to do it."

"Fair enough," he breathed out, "but surely you make an exception for bankers?" He tried, his shoulder brushing against yours as you walked together.

"Pazzi isn't one for conversation," you shook your head, continuing to tease Lorenzo, "his nephew however..."

"Oh come on, Bellondini, you can't despise my company that much," his ego was on the verge of bruising.

You just looked at him, trying not to laugh at his audacity.

"Y/n," his hand caught yours, and he stopped you both from walking, as his thumb brushed a gentle line against your fingers. Both your eyes were watching your hands. "Look, I am truly apologetic for the things I said, they were spoken with spite. I'm well aware you would never wish to be my friend, let alone my wife." His honesty took you by surprise, you glanced up at him, to find him already looking down at you.

"I thought we were saying things that we didn't already know," you attempted to joke, pushing his messy hair out of his eyes with your free hand, but his own met yours, holding it against his face.

"I'm serious. You are a remarkable woman, your lack of status does not weigh on you at all. It fills me with envy. For my status is all I am. All I could ever be," he admits, and you are frozen in place.

"You know your words hold false," your voice was quiet, you couldn't believe what he was saying.

"You, more than anyone, know them to be true," his lips smiled, but his eyes showed anything but happiness. You used your hand on his face to cup his cheek properly, forcing him to keep eye contact with you.

"You do not need me to inflate your head, Lorenzo, you know just how cunning you are. I mean, who else would have thought of such a fine way to utilise my skills?" You countered, and you watched a glint pass through his eyes.

"Anyone with half their right mind still in pla-" he began, but you cut off his pity party before he could eat his cake.

"Lorenzo. When will you realise that wealth and status aren't everything? I am remarkable because I am. As are you. Our blood doesn't define us," you were growing weary of this talk, and Lorenzo crying over being so rich.

"You think I'm remarkable?" He cocked a brow, and you let your hand fall from his face.

"Did I say that?" You acted as if deep in thought.

"I'm almost certain," Lorenzo simply nodded, his hold on your hand easing, until it faltered altogether and you both began walking again.

"I'm not," you grinned, "I certainly recall you saying something about how remarkable I am though..." you teased.

Lorenzo turned to you, a lopsided grin showing his teeth plastered across his face. He shook his head and focused back on the path in front of him.

It wasn't long before you were back in your room at the inn, out of your fancy gown and into one of Lorenzo's shirts. He hadn't mentioned it, but it was the least he could do as you had no other clothes with you, and would have to wear your own dress again tomorrow.

"Goodnight," you whispered, sliding under the covers and lying down.

"Goodnight, y/n," Lorenzo stood awkwardly beside the bed for a moment, unsure of what to do.

"Are you going to sleep?" You questioned, lifting up the blanket beside you for him to get in.

He didn't move. "You don't wish for me to sleep on the floor again?"

"As long as you stay on your side I have no qualms," you promised, turning over to face away from him.

The bed dipped slightly under his weight as he gingerly got in. You tried your very best not to laugh. Lorenzo de ‘Medici, womaniser, so awkward about sharing a bed for the night. He could be such a child at times.

"Besides," you spoke up again, "my dagger is never out of reach," you teased, lightening the tension. Lorenzo scoffed, turning to lay on his side away from you. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you sighed, "again."

—-

You hadn't been travelling for long before you arrived at the same town as days before, where you'd acquired the dress. Lorenzo pulled on Callus' reigns to bring the horse to a stop.

"What ever is the matter?" You grumbled, you hadn't fully woken up and were hoping to get some distance covered today.

"Nothing. I just thought it an idea to get some food, we won't come across another town until midday and you will be starved by then," he hopped down off Callus, before putting out his hand for you.

"And you're immune to hunger?" You tilted your head, swinging your leg over the side, although not taking his hand.

Lorenzo rolled his eyes, shoving coins into your hand before grabbing it and pulling you down. "Just go get something."

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed," you huffed, although your eyes were already scanning the market for what you'd buy.

"Yeah, not your side," he smirked at you, and you just laughed, shaking your head slightly before headed towards a fruit stall that had caught your eye.

"Be back here in twenty!" He called after you. You waved at him without looking, agreeing to his terms.

And you stuck by them. In twenty minutes you were back where he'd said, a bag of food secured. But neither he nor Callus were there. Worry set in. Surely he wouldn't desert you? Surely?

You bit at your nail, looking around for him, until you saw Callus tied up outside a small store, a stranger brushing him. You moved towards him, trying to check him out before confronting him.

A hand rested on the small of your back before you could reach him. And you spun to see Lorenzo smiling down at you. "Everything alright?"

"Where were you?" You ignored his question, glancing to under his arm to see he was holding two parcels.

"Doing some shopping myself," he shrugged, before he guided you both to Callus. He thanked the man and gave him some coin before he started to secure the parcels to Callus. He took the bag of food off of you and tied it around the saddle.

"What's wrong?" Lorenzo asked when you still seemed off.

"Nothing, let’s go," you decided, and so you did.

—-

After another day and a bit of travelling, you had arrived home. Lorenzo had brought you just outside of town, before helping you down off Callus. You both stood beside the horse, Lorenzo reaching into his satchel to pull out a bag of coins.

"Your payment," he stated as if it wasn't obvious.

"Thank you," you almost felt awkward taking it, before you quickly ignored that feeling.

"And, uh, a small gift. To show my gratitude. And my regret of my previous words about... well you know," he sighed, his lack of composure was unsettling, but you didn't have to focus on it as he took the parcels off the saddle and handed them to you.

"Lorenzo, you needn't have-" you looked at the gifts in your hands. One of the parcels was thick, but soft, and the other was narrow and cold.

"I did," he assured you.

"Well, thank you," you looked up at him, not realising just how close you were standing apart.

Your eyes scanned each other's, before you took a step back. "What are they?" You broke the silence.

"I'm sure you'll figure out a way to find out," he grinned. You shook your head at his stupidity before reaching up to pull him into a quick embrace. It didn't last more than five seconds but he didn't need any longer to react, wrapping his arms around you for the short hug.

"Good luck with the vote," you bid him, it was happening in a matter of days. You had discussed it all on your journey, and you both decided that Pazzi would definitely be calling on you in the upcoming days, and unless something was to happen with him, you had no more business with Lorenzo until then.

He smiled at your words, looking to Callus before back at you. "I cannot lose with you on my side."

#BUT THERE WAS ONE BED!! CHEESY I LOVE IT #lorenzo u r... so obvious #hey reader i think youre remarkable too :D #daniel sharman #daniel sharman x reader #lorenzo de medici #lorenzo de medici x reader #medici #medici fic #medici: masters of florence #medici: spymasters of florence #francesco pazzi x reader #francesco x reader

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A Touch in the Dark - F.P. | III

[Franceso de’ Pazzi Series]

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Pairing: Francesco Pazzi x Reader (slightly au - I add A LOT of my own scenes and may play with the wording a little bit)

Summary: Do good. Be good. Those are the words Lorenzo Medici says to him. The only reason they stick with him is her. She is the reason he wants to be better. She is the touch in the dark.

Y/N rises before everybody else. Recently, she’d been enlisted to get the produce from the market Tuesday mornings. This Tuesday was no different.

After getting dressed and making her bed, she grabs the cloth bags hidden between her thin mattress and cot, shoving them between her belt and waist. After donning her cloak, she exits the room.

Like usual, the sack of coins is on his desk. After unlocking the door with the key she’d been given the previous night, she grabs the cloth sack off the desk and leaves the study. After locking the study back up, she slides the heavy key under the door and heads for the stables.

After tacking her horse, Traveller, she mounts and trots to the other side of the city where the market is today. Her favourite vendor, Angelo, is selling today.

With it being so early in the morning, not many people have arrived yet - and she needs it that way.

“Good morning, Angelo.”

“Lovely to see you again, Y/N. Are you going out again?”

Y/N nods. “I was hoping to get the discounted price if I bring you a few things back again.”

Angelo smiles. He only sold fruits and vegetables so Y/N would have to buy bread from the bakery on the other side of the plaza. But when she went out, she never purchased meat unless it was a large animal the Pazzi required.

And seeing as Angelo had three children to feed and no wife, he couldn’t afford to pay for the amount of meat he needed.

So when Y/N went out hunting, she made sure to bring him back a share in exchange for a discounted price.

“Two or three pieces will do us well into next week. Thank you, Y/N.”

Y/N smiles brightly and nods. She may work for the Pazzi but that didn’t mean she agreed with their political views. Rumour had it that Lorenzo Medici wanted to turn Florence into a republic, and she supported his decision whole-heartedly.

“Can you put my things aside and I’ll come back and get them then?”

“Of course.” Together, the two of them pick out everything Y/N lists, and Angelo places them inside, before waving Y/N off. “See you in the evening, Y/N.”

“Have a good day, Angelo.”

After stopping at the bakery and placing it in the side satchel attached to the saddle, Y/N heads for the western gate. It’s the least used because it faces the forest. And after slipping a few coins to the guards for discretion, Y/N slips through the gates and gallops into the woods.

Once she’s far enough in, Y/N slows down and walks a little further before stopping entirely and dismounting Traveller.

She knows she doesn’t have a lot of time before Stella begins wondering where she is and sends someone to go looking for her.

She finds the hollow tree just off the path where she stores her brothers bow and quiver of arrows. Well, now they were hers.

She’s silent and deadly as she moves through the forest, hunting for only what is needed.

After catching a fox and one rabbit, she checks her snares. Successful, she leaves the woods with an additional rabbit and two opossums.

Separating them into the two bags, Y/N makes sure to approach Angelo’s house from the back where the door is closed but unlocked. She leaves the bag with the two opossums and a rabbit just inside the door before approaching the booth.

“Y/N!” Angelo exclaims. “It’s been so long since I saw you,” he jokes.

“I am very busy,” Y/N winks.

“How did you do today?”

“You and your children will feast tonight,” is all Y/N says. Grateful, Angelo kisses her cheek before retrieving her product. She places the coins in his hand before heading over to the butchery. Unfortunately, a fox and rabbit wouldn’t be enough until the market next week.

They could always go into the butcher shop any other day, but the market was when all the freshest produce was sold.

After purchasing a few pounds of beef and pork, Y/N heads back to the compound. A boy a few years younger than she takes Traveller from her while she leaves all the food in the main hall. Off to the side, through another set of doors is a small atrium where multiple halls branch off.

Y/N expects nothing of what she sees when she pushes open the door to the small round room.

Three Pazzi men face three Medici men, and all are tense. Whatever was being said grounds to a halt when Y/N enters, looking over at her.

“Oh, I clearly interrupted something. I’ll come back later.”

“It’s fine, Y/N. What is it?”

“I’ve returned from the market. The others are putting away the food now. I’m just here to return the leftover money.”

“Just place it on my desk.”

Y/N nods and keeps a wide berth around the group of men. They all seemed ready to pounce on one another.

“You let a woman do your grocery shopping?” Giuliano scoffs.

“Are you aware that they do have purposes other than sex?”

“I do, but I don’t usually need them for anything else.”

Francesco scoffs, “Like father, like son.”

Y/N had been leaving the office. She had heard the whole conversation and planned on keeping a wide berth once again. But she saw it happen before it happened, and couldn’t avoid the situation.

She saw how the blonde Medici man - Giuliano - clenched his hands and turned. And how he reached for his sword. Her hands were on the back of Francesco’s shirt before Giuliano had fully unsheathed his sword and sliced at where Francesco once stood.

Giuliano lunges again but Lorenzo wraps his arms around his brother and holds him back as Jacopo Pazzi screams for the guards.

“Calm down, Giuliano!” Lorenzo screams, but Giuliano was always quick-tempered and so he barely hears his brother’s words.

Giuliano breaks free from his brothers hold and raises his sword at the guards who raise their own in return.

The fabric of Francesco’s satin shirt is still bunched in Y/N’s hands but it’s ripped away as he turns around.

“Dining room. Go!”

Y/N doesn’t need to be told twice. She runs for sanctuary, closing the doors behind her and retreating to the far side of the room as yelling and screaming continues outside the doors.

“You’ll hang for attempted murder!”

“You didn’t get enough meat!” That’s one backhand to the cheek. She spits out the blood from the brand new cut on the inside of her cheek.

“I’m not the one who’ll hang!”

“Your mother’s not around to protect you anymore.” Kick. “So I can do whatever I please with you.” Another kick.

#francesco de pazzi x fem!reader #francesco de pazzi x y/n #francesco de pazzi x reader #francesco de pazzi #francesco pazzi #francesco pazzi imagine #francesco de pazzi imagine #francesco de' pazzi imagine #francesco de' pazzi #love #romance #violence #au #danger #italy #florence #medici imagine #medici #medici: the magnificent

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