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saintmurd0ck · 8 months

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moth to a flame

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pairing: charlie "lucky" luciano x f!reader

summary: time, space and even circumstance aren't enough to separate the two of you. and when you do eventually reunite, the plans are set into motion in the best way.

warnings: yearning, charlie luciano's pretty mouth, alcohol, cigarettes, kissing, m!receiving oral, unprotected p in v, creampie, all the good things

a/n: based off of that one scene in s1 ep6 (iykyk) that i cannot get out of my mind. dedicated to @murdock-and-the-sea for getting me caught up in this bullshit 💗

glossary: dolcezza = sweetheart

There was always something wondrous about Charlie’s girl.

The exclusivity, the lack of labels for whatever that relationship became never mattered. Because even on days where things took a turn at every second, when sleep — or life — was never guaranteed, she was the kind of solid permanence that’d ease his mind. And, in almost all cases, make him hard, but that’s a story for a little later.

Lucky Luciano, they called him. He earned that goddamn nickname, but it was ironic, because it only really stuck when you were around. It wasn’t clear as to how you made this happen, or if it was some kind of recurring fluke, but you just had that effect on him: the kind where all of a sudden his operations would go down without a hitch, where law enforcement happened to look the other way rather than come knocking at his door. His pockets would become heavier, his enemies would come crawling out of the woodwork, and things just worked out. Even Lansky agreed — you were good for business, and Charlie’s spirits.

As much as you were a tether in his life, the fractal patterns began to fall into place. Simply put: you’d go through the motions, things would get rocky, and then you’d pull away. It wasn’t that being with him was bad for you, per se, but rather a constant whirlwind of emotion, with so much left to the unknown. You never knew if he’d come home that night, because he was probably out doing Rothstein’s bidding three cities away, or, and this scared you most of all, if he’d realise the true power he possessed deep within. He had the makings of a great leader; an orchestrator, a divine influence, rather than a foot soldier. Charlie wasn’t made to be muscle, or a gunman in some boss’ grand scheme. You knew that when push came to shove, he’d one day call the shots. You were terrified of being left in the dust — stranded, abandoned — with nothing but a broken heart and feelings for a man who would have the world at his fingertips.

And, to your consternation, you couldn’t actually figure out what kept you coming back for more.

You weren’t sure if what you had was love; at least, it wasn’t the kind you’d read about in books, or heard discussed in hushed tones amongst your innocent friends. You weren’t even in it for the money, the status, or the protection he could provide. That had always seemed so trivial to you.

Maybe it was the sex. It definitely wasn’t solely sex, because Charlie did make you laugh, and make you feel all the things you thought were supposed to happen when it came to courting. It was consistently the best sex you’d ever had, and he made sure you knew it. Your pleasure became his native language, and even so, he grew impossibly more fluent as time passed on.

It’s like he could read you; not the superficial mask you put on every single day, but through to the molten core underneath. It was the same the other way around. Charlie had Meyer, the perfect partner-in-crime, but only you understood his motivations. His intentions. His desires. Charlie could be safe around you; perhaps the only person with which he could let his guard down.

You could forget about sleeping with anyone else; you wished they were Charlie anyway. Sure, it made you feel like you were a bad person, but no-one compared. Nobody made you feel as good as Charlie Luciano. Whatever it was, you could never get him out of your mind. That was an impossible task, one that with the mightiest of efforts was still rendered futile.

Hell, he didn’t even have to tell you where he was, because somehow, you’ve always found your way back to each other.

And tonight was no exception.

Somewhere along the grapevine, you’d heard that he was back in Atlantic City, and all it took was one well-placed telephone call to confirm what you’d already known.

So when you find yourself traversing the halls of the Traymore Hotel, the door to the Executive Suite looming larger with every step, your decision is made in a split-second. There isn’t more to contemplate or to consider. You’re sure of it, the same way you’re sure that if you hold a flame to the end of a cigarette, it’ll catch alight.

It’s clear now that neither of you are going anywhere anytime soon; at least, not from each other. Life with Charlie would be wildly unpredictable, and involve more running for cover than you wanted to admit, but saying he’s irresistible is an understatement in itself. That, and the fact that you’ve proven your worths to each other more times than you can count. There’s no need for deliberation. Not when you’ve got him, right in your grasp.

Your palms turn clammy at the first instance of the door swinging open, and you feel your eyes tear away from the opulence of the hotel — diving from the ornate wall trims and plush red carpets to settle on him instead.

The corner of his mouth quirks to the side as he looks you up and down, his gaze pinned to the woollen coat belted tightly across your waist, as if he knows exactly what you’re trying to conceal. You’ve missed that stare. His stoic, almost-arrogant posture. The genteel expressions masking the white-hot fury beneath.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, sweetheart.”

You breathe, willing your muscles to relax, doing your best to find your footing despite the fact that there is no way to calm your racing heart. Charlie has always made you weak at the knees, and it shows. “You’re back.”

“Yeah,” he nods slowly, taking a sip of amber liquid from the glass he’s been holding in his hand. “Ongoing business with that Darmody fella. You know the one.”

You swallow dryly, running your tongue along your teeth. “Are you here to stay a while?”

“I dunno. That depends, don’t it?” He arches a thick eyebrow.

“Hm?”

He downs the last of the whiskey, setting the glass down on the hallway entrance table, before taking a step towards you. Soon he’s so close that you can see the crease in his brow, the hint of stubble along his jaw. He cocks his head to the side as he approaches, letting his tongue flick out to wet his lips. “I’ll be here s’long as I need to. And when I go back to New York, I want you to come with.”

Your breath catches in your throat. You don’t know exactly what you were expecting, but this is playing out far better than you could’ve envisioned. “You mean it?”

Charlie lets out a soft chuckle, thoroughly amused at the genuine surprise lining your features. “‘Course I do. And don’t you start talkin’ about it bein’ a bad idea.”

You smile furtively, feeling a warmth spread outwards from the centre of your chest. Out of all the things you’ve experienced in this life, one facet — one person — has always made sense, in its own way. “Wherever you go, I’ll go.”

Time seems to stand still for a moment. At your admission, your agreement, a glint appears in his hazel eyes — the kind that doesn’t need words to explain, but is communicated far better through actions. Biting down on his grin, and caring not to break eye contact, Charlie Luciano does as he has always done, and throws caution to the wind.

His lips crash onto yours before you can think twice, his hands moving to cup your jaw, to tangle themselves in your hair. He steers you into the entryway table, impervious to the sound of it thumping against the wall, or the ornaments that get bumped out of the way. Gentleness is not an option right now, because you can’t get enough of him either. Not the faint scent of cigarettes and gunpowder, not the feeling of his solid body melding to yours. He closes whatever gap remains between the two of you as you slip your tongue into his mouth, relishing in the alcohol still coating his tastebuds.

It feels good to kiss him. To be right here, where he is.

Charlie nudges your chin upwards, trailing his kisses along the curve of your jaw to nip at your pulse. He moves with purpose, intending to touch every inch of bare skin that he can see, but he stops at your collarbone, stepping back with a smouldering look that promises nothing but trouble.

“Say uh… you got somethin’ for me?” he smirks, hooking a finger into the knot you’ve tied at your waist.

It’s the heat searing your face that tells all.

He leans in to kiss you as he undoes the knot, deftly working to pull it apart. When the fabric goes slack, he doesn’t stop himself from yanking your coat open and pushing it off your shoulders. You wiggle out of it, letting the material fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Charlie blows his breath out, surveying you like his life depends on it. “Dolcezza,” he grits, blinking at your naked body, save for a pair of lacy thigh high stockings. You sit back on your hands — as far as the shallow width of the table will let you — and spread your legs, moving your hips slowly until his eyes go glassy.

He sputters and shakes his head, moving right back to press his lips on yours. “You know,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb against the base of your neck, “I ain’t never met a broad as naughty as you.”

“Aw,” you croon, grabbing a hold of his vest and tugging him closer, “but you like it, don’t you?”

He groans into your mouth as you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his hands to slide under your ass so he can hoist you up. It only takes him a few strides before he sets you down on the bed, climbing on top of you, bracketing your head with his forearms. His mouth doesn’t leave yours, and although he knows your body begs for release, to be touched anywhere else but this, he savours the sensation of your lips, of your body squirming underneath. Charlie isn’t a stranger to pleasure, but to savour it, to take his time, is a scarce luxury.

You see the opportunity when Charlie relaxes his shoulders and releases the duvet crumpled in his fist. Using your hips for leverage, you roll on top of him, hissing as his erection makes contact with your pussy. Bracing your knees on either side of him, you lean forwards, leaving open-mouthed kisses along his neck as you unbutton his vest, and then the shirt underneath. He sits up, reaching to grip your thighs, taking a moment to flash you a playful grin while you get to work slipping his tie off, his vest, shirt and suspenders joining the pile of clothing on the ground shortly after.

He grunts when your lips brush the hollow at the base of his neck, and the sound alone coils the tightness in your stomach to breaking point. You need him to fuck you, bad, but there’s no way you’re letting it happen before you take him in your mouth first.

As you leap off of him and point to his slacks, it becomes a wordless exchange. It’s the careful tracking of your lust-blown pupils towards the outline of his cock, straining against the fabric, the pursing of his lips as you lean over him, naked and insistent. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, at the thought of how he’s going to feel inside you, and Charlie must be thinking the same, because it spurs you both into action. His slacks are gone before you can count to five, and along with them go your stockings, which he helps to remove while his teeth scrape your inner thighs.

It feels like a dance; not something rehearsed, but a rhythm that falls into place in the most organic way. He leans against the bedpost with a hand wrapped around his cock, ever-aware of the precum gathering at the tip and the fact that you seem to be salivating already. You press yourself to him, leaving lingering kisses down from his neck to his torso, fingers trailing themselves in the dark curls that lead towards what you want the most.

His hand reaches to squeeze your breasts, to swipe his thumb over your nipples, grunting in tandem with the moan you leave on his skin. You kneel before him, tracing patterns on his thighs with your tongue, working your way up until your mouth seals over his cock. He bites down on his lip as you start to move, his gold signet ring cool on your scalp when he cards his fingers in your hair. His eyes widen, almost uncomprehending at just how good you look with his length disappearing past your lips.

Flattening a palm on his hip, you begin to increase the depth of your strokes, feeling the tip of him hit the back of your throat with a delicious ease. The grip in your hair tightens as you alternate the pressure, swapping between pressing your tongue against the sensitive underside and featherlight swirls on the head. His cock is heavy on your tongue in the best way, and with what your mouth can’t fit, your hand makes up for in synchronicity. Though your focus remains on his pleasure, you feel the heat of Charlie’s gaze burning down to your core. Despite his fluttering eyelids and the groans that grow in volume and frequency, he can’t tear away.

He’s always loved watching his girl work.

He feels a smug sense of satisfaction seeing you unable to fully wrap your fingers around his shaft, and at the fact that you’re so willing to spend this time making him feel good. It’s not that he doesn’t want to do the same for you — in fact, he’s dying to taste you, to lap you up with his tongue until you’re flooding his face with your arousal. It’s just that you were always the one to walk away first, so by having you here, choosing him and pleasing him without forethought… it feels as if it’s properly cemented the positions you now hold in each other’s lives, and what you’ve agreed to tonight.

“C’mere,” he rasps, breaking the string of saliva connecting himself to you, hauling you up to your feet. He plants his hand on your waist, driving you backwards into the bed, letting out a single taunting chuckle before knocking your knees apart with his leg. He stares at you, a wild and untapped look in his eyes, free from restraint.

A mix of awe and undulating want runs through you, chilling you from your head to the base of your spine. “Are you gonna do something, Charlie? Or are you gonna make me wait all night?”

He raises his eyebrows at you, straightening at your comment. “You fuckin’ kiddin’ me?”

A grin splits your face. “Prove me wrong.”

Charlie drags his hand up your folds, as if he’s marking his territory, an unruly smirk dancing across his lips at the wetness he finds there. He’s purposely stringing you along now, delaying his own gratification just enough to see your guard drop.

He sees you, wanting to retort, your mouth parting to form the words, but before you can say anything, think anything, he leans down and buries himself inside you with one sharp thrust. Cradling your head with his arm, he shudders into your body, growling at the sensation of you stretching out around him. He moves at a steady pace, his hands finding their place in your hair as if they’ve never left.

“Charlie,” you whimper, squeezing around him, eyes rolling back in delirium because his cock feels so goddamn good.

“Yeah,” he groans. “Wasn’t such a bad idea, huh,” he adds, whispering it down by your ear. “Showin’ up, like this.”

Your fingernails latch onto his back, and you wrap your legs around his waist in response. The sound of your moans echo throughout the spacious room, his far more audible than yours as he turns you to putty. Each stroke drives into that spot inside of you, punctuating your thoughts until you’re all-consumed, with him and only him on your mind. You’re not drifting off; you’re present in this moment, aware of not just how he feels for you, but of how good your pussy is for him.

Tipping your head backwards, you press your lips to his, running your tongue along his bottom lip before slipping it inside his mouth. He runs a hand along your collarbone, palm resting at the base of your neck, deepening the kiss with every subsequent snap of his hips. It doesn’t take you long to raise your hips to match every thrust, or for your fingers to fumble in his curls — needing to grip his hair tightly, if only to bring him closer to you.

Charlie’s eyes squeeze shut, his body tensing at how tight you are, how you feel like you were made for him. It’s obscene; the sound of him sliding in and out of your cunt, knowing that each movement is designated to bring you both closer to the edge.

You yank his head back as you cum around his cock, surging upwards to bury your face in the crook of his neck. His groan reverberates through your chest, abs tightening against your stomach, and you lay panting despite the fact that he keeps going; a man on a mission to get you to unravel as many times as possible before he gives into himself.

You find your release a few more times, with his mouth roving along the contours of your face down to the sensitive spot by your shoulder, before he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach.

“On your hands and knees,” he commands, his voice gruff yet as smooth as molten honey.

You catch yourself flashing him an insolent smile, but your body does as he says, your hands finding the brass metal railing at the foot of the bed. Like the good girl you are, you stick your ass up in the air, shuffling backwards until you find stability. The mattress dips as he climbs on, and you sneak a peek behind you, swallowing a moan at his ruffled hair, the brows furrowed in concentration, the sweat beginning to shine on his chest. Your pussy throbs at the absence of him, from that fullness you’ve grown deviously accustomed to.

He meets your eyes, the corners of his lips tugging upwards, and guides himself into you. His hips jerk uncontrollably as he’s enveloped by your heat, unable to contain the dulcet moans spilling from his lips. He fucks you with languid strokes, hinging forwards to plant kisses down your spine, all blissed out yet with so much more to give.

“Fuck,” you grit, your knuckles going white from squeezing the railing. With the way your back is arched, and the sharp angle of his thrusts that grow more forceful by the second, it’s a wonder you’re able to function at all. He fucks you like he means it, as if to make up for all the lost time, for all the incidences when he thought it was going to be the last time he was inside you.

A growl escapes from somewhere deep in Charlie’s chest as he picks up the pace, unrelentless in the way he’s driving into you. He grips your waist with both hands, fingers digging into your soft skin, frenetically crazed because all he wants to do is lose himself in you over and over and over again.

You clench around him, utterly incoherent at the snug fit of his cock, and the way he has you balancing on a tightrope; ready to fall over at any given point in time. In combination with the haphazardly strewn sheets, the bed begins to rattle, smacking loudly against the back wall. Frankly, you couldn’t care any less, because Charlie’s hitting so deep it takes all of your effort not to scream, not to wake the entire hotel.

Your moans turn breathier, higher in pitch, as your muscles begin to tighten again, your next orgasm building in exponential waves. The string of noise turns to a repetition of his name, and pleas for him to go with you when you cum. With every grunt, his cock drags along your walls faster, harder. Charlie hisses through his teeth, his movements becoming erratic, surrendering control of his rhythm to the sheer desire of filling you up.

He wraps a thick forearm around your stomach, driving both down onto the bed. He manages a few more strokes, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, before exploding into you with a cry half-muffled by your skin. He takes you with him, of course, and your pussy is a vice that milks him for every last drop he has to give. He bottoms out, panting as he fucks his cum into you, the new position dangerously euphoric.

You both remain there for a moment, content and satisfied with each other’s presence, shivering despite Charlie’s hot forehead pressed to your back. He slides out of you with a final grunt, reaching backwards for the silver cigarette case perched on the nightstand. It doesn’t take him long to light it, or to lay next to you with the cigarette clamped delicately between his teeth.

He takes a drag as he props himself up on his elbow, and you lean in to kiss him — first on the temple, then on the mouth, being careful to let him exhale first. “So, New York City, huh? Where are we going to live?”

Charlie’s eyes sweep over your body, and he breaks out into a roguish grin. “Eh, we’ll find somewhere. Close to business, to A.R.” He pauses to kiss you. “What about you?”

You scoff. “What about me? You know I’ll support you, wherever you need to be.”

“You’re too nice f’your own good sometimes.”

“Oh?” You narrow your eyes, tilting your head to the side. “S’that so? ‘Cause I could give you hell, if I wanted to.”

The challenge in his tone pools between your legs. “Yeah?”

He puts out the cigarette in an instant so he can focus on dragging a hand up your side, stopping only when he gets to your breasts. Charlie moves closer, planting another chaste kiss to your lips.

“‘Sides,” you continue, “I don’t think it matters what I do.” You don’t try to bite down on the mischievous grin spreading across your face. “Not when I’ve got all the luck I need.”

#charlie luciano x reader #charlie luciano #lucky luciano x reader #boardwalk empire #lucky luciano #charlie luciano smut #lucky luciano smut #rhi writes 💻#x reader

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koiyii · 1 year

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Yandere teacher x vice principal!Reader

This is my first time doing something like this, please be nice :')

Luciano Akutenshi

You hear that name everywhere, he's everyone's favorite teacher. You'd always here students talking about how nice, generous and considerate he is. And you'd hear the teachers talk about how helpful and smart he was.

Not only he was nice, he was also attractive, with his curly brown locks and light pink eyes, many female teachers took interest in him.

And to say that he was popular was an understatement. Everyone loved him.

Admit it or not, you never really took interest in him, you just see him as an another teacher who works at the school. Maybe because you never really focus on anyone because of your work. Afterall, you are the school's vice principal, you are quite often busy.

You had your little interactions with him. He is nice... A little too nice for your liking. But you ignored it. Plus you shouldn't judge him, he's done nothing wrong, your interactions are just mostly consist of smiling and greeting each other whenever you pass each other in the hallway.

This week you were told to help organize some student files placed in the library, you were assigned with a partner by the school librarian. You waited for him at the library's entrance.

Instead of your partner, Luciano approached you. He smiled and waved at you.

"Hello! I'm sorry, did you wait long?" He asked.

You shot him with a confused look.

"I see, the librarian didn't inform you? I'm gonna be the one helping you re-organize the student files." He exclaimed.

Now you're really confuse. You muttered a soft "huh", he then chuckled.

"N-no, the librarian assigned someone to help me and that someone is not you..." Yiu mumbled.

"Oh i see..." He muttered.

You checked your phone to see a message from the librarian saying Luciano will help you instead because the one who's originally going to help you apparently has something going on.

Kind of irritated that they didn't let you know last night or yesterday and now you've embarrassed yourself infront of a respectable teacher.

"I'm sorry, i was not informed, we should start organizing the files, we don't have all day." You exclaimed, opening the library door.

He smiled at you and casually made small talks, distracting you to the fact that the other teacher might not come back for a few days.

I have no idea what to write next😭

I do hope you enjoy:(

#koiyii writes #yandere x reader #idk it doesnt seem like a yandere😭#yandere teacher #Luciano my oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere concept

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practically-an-x-man · 26 days

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New fic is up!! Prologue and two chapters of Heart in Your Hands, my new Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire fic, just dropped!

#my writing #heart in your hands fic #my ocs #jimmy luciano #ghostbusters #ghostbusters frozen empire #lars pinfield #oc x canon

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wanderingmind867 · 3 months

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I had an idea for a fanfic or something today. I want to share it because I'm nervous I'll never do anything with it. So if anyone wants to do anything with this idea, go ahead! I welcome it, knowing that I might not be capable of doing anything with it on my own. Anyways, here's the idea outline:

You ever think about Chiron introducing Nico to Dean Martin and Luciano Pavarotti? Because I did today. Class was stressful again, so I went to Wikipedia in class to take the edge off (so to speak). When Nico is at Camp while Bianca is on the quest, we can safely assume Chiron knows he's Italian. We can also remember Chiron has lots of old records, since the Sea of Monsters mentions Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin a few times when we see Chiron or discuss his music tastes. Pavarotti is a famous Italian singer of old school opera classics. I bet Chiron would like him. I bet Chiron would think Nico would like it too. Remind him of his home. Whether he does like it or not is up for interpretation, but I think this would make a sweet idea. Especially if we can find a Pavarotti song with thematic parallels.

#i hope this idea actually works #because I haven't read past chapter 2 in the Titan's Curse #so I hope it's okay #nico di angelo #chiron #luciano pavarotti #my ideas #fic ideas #story ideas #writing ideas #tell me what you think #feedback would be appreciated #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson headcanon #percy jackson headcanons

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dreaming-of-fae · 11 months

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Dorothy and Jean drawn by the effervescent @kankalin !! I am so enamored with the colors 😍

#writing #writeblr #art #podcast #dorothy and jean #dorothy luciano #benji talks nonsense

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crows-bite · 1 year

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Thought too hard about Ailani Knight.

You know, I think the thing that kills me the most is that she gets it. Like, she really does understand why what happened to her and Skunk happened. She spent the whole week leading up to her death terrified out of her mind because she wasn't able to see or hear or touch the one person she felt safe with - and the one person she couldn't bear to see get hurt. Like, fuck dude! I'd be lying if I said she hadn't thought about ending the motive herself! So she understands how the twins felt and why they did it and I think it just kills her. It would be so much easier if all she could feel was anger, if she could just blame the people in front of her and wipe her hands of the whole thing.

But she gets it. She understands the circumstances better than anyone, honestly, and she understands the reasoning and understands that the twins would never, ever have done that if they'd had their memories - and if they weren't in a place that's built to break you.

I think there's this horrible feeling that - the longer she stays away from the Hearts, the more people will start to forget about what happened. Or to stop caring as much, to put it aside and go right back to loving the twins, and that when she comes back they'll all take their side. Nobody will be there to catch her. Like, it scares her from going home even if there's nowhere she wants to be more. Even if all the people that understand what she went through best are there. She needs to be there but it's hard, and it hurts that the place that's meant to feel the most safe is the hardest in the world to be. It's physically painful that the the people she's supposed to belong with and the place she's supposed to belong to, aren't easy to be around anymore. She feels like an intruder in her own family, man.

Idk. There are a lot of conflicting feelings. Like, it needs to be made clear that she loves the Torres twins. They're her family and that will never change. But the other thing that will never change is what they did to her and Skunk, and the scars and the fear and the memories are really... it's hard to wrestle with, there's just a total disconnect between her memories of the twins as Flaming Hearts and her memories of the twins chasing her through the market as she bled to death that she's been trying to reconcile with. And I don't know if that feeling of dread when she sees them will ever go away. Memories or no, the way she died was genuinely so fucking awful like the twins aren't in the clear just for forgetting what she meant to them, you know? Christ, and to die in such a terrible way and then to realize After The Fact that the people that did that to you are people you fully trusted with your life. It's the most devastating stab in the back AFTER ALREADY QUITE LITERALLY BEING STABBED IN THE BACK.

She loves them. She can't be around them without feeling the need to crawl out of their skin. She wants them to be happy, she wants them to have friends. She also really, really cannot be around anyone who still talks to them on friendly terms. To her it feels like... if you're willing to talk to the people that brutally murdered someone you consider family - and remain friends with them - then you are... giving up on that victim. She feels so very insignificant, like the things she went through - her death - mean nothing. She feels so easily forgettable when her family is so willing to try and get back to the way things were before that they're choosing to ignore what happened after. Things can't go back to normal because they have changed, permanently. They're trying to put together a puzzle but the pieces won't fit anymore. It makes me fucking miserable.

It's no wonder that she's scared to go back, honestly. Like, so few people have openly voiced their support to her. So few people have checked in on her, so few people have explicitly told her that they're not talking to the twins. And then other people seem to take offense when she tells them she doesn't want to speak to them if they're still on good terms with the twins for the sake of her own mental state. It's fucking wild to me that she's putting more trust in Kanuha, the guy who watched her die without doing a thing to help, than most other people because zey were the one who told her that other people were still trying to talk to zem and the twins. She had the broken heart emoji next to her name up until the finale for a reason. :emotions:

Dude this is turning into an essay, sorry about that . But yeah, this isn't even to mention the fact that Luciano and Tomas are dating. Whoof. This is another bit where she really does get it. She understands Tomas's point of view, because the guy can't afford to pick sides. He can't afford to be divided among his people, he needs to stand strong as the leader who'll be there for all of them. So she's not mad about it. She's happy for them, even. But it's not something she can spend too long thinking about and it's not something she feels she can actively support either of them in.

Ummm. But yeah. She hates the feeling of knowing people are walking on eggshells around her because they don't want to bring up the twins. And she knows going back to the Hearts is gonna be that feeling nonstop, and it's gonna hurt, and it's gonna suck, but she wants to be there more than anything at the same time because that's her family. So many contradictions, I know. She just doesn't want to feel like her murderers are getting more support than her and Skunk. Be gentle with her, ok, she makes me really sad. :emotions:

#oc #Writing #Long post #Walley's Deals #Ailani Knight #Kingsley Smith #Luciano Torres #Tomas Turbano #Kanuha Ka'uhane #Ummm sorry for the essay I just have a lot of feelings #And I feel like I haven't been able to articulate them all in one place before

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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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Part. 2 of 2p America x Reader x 2p Italy : the diplomat

“Come in I’m ready to take the third student read to have their essay or test reviewed!”

You say outside of your door where you have at least 7 students in line. One of which was tall and caught your eye. The student stood at 5”10 had brunette hair and was wearing a black suit with the first three buttons on his collared shirt unbuttoned. He was handsome in a charming but dark sort of way. He was at the end of the line.

A short student with pink neon-colored hair steps through your door. She was adorable and had a passion for J-fashion.

“Alright, Ms. Vivian. Let’s get started on reviewing your mistakes on Prof. Kirklands’ quiz for his International Conflict class.”

Two hours go by and you’re finally able to get to the tall student who had his eyes covered by sunglasses.

“And your name is? I don’t think I’ve seen you in any of Professor Kirkland’s classes before? Are you one of the visiting students here to audit the class? Or -”

Al cut’s you off politely.

“I’m here to audit Prof. Kirkland’s class [Last name and your gender title you ascribe to] I’m from New York University. I’ve gotten written permission from your university to be here and gather information for my research for my Ph.D. program. It’s nice to meet you.”

He reaches his hand out to shake yours and while you took to shake hands you feel his eyes roam your figure. You ignore it for now.

“What can I help you with today?”

“I was wondering if you would be a peer reader on my research I’m conducting for my finishing project. Since you’re one of the top students on your way to become the next diplomat to Italy. I’ll need your expertise on the economy, culture, language etc.”

“Of course! I don’t have too many projects that I’m looking over this semester so that should be easy. Here is my business card. We can set up an appointment for the coming we so we can discuss the in’s and out’s of your project.”

You had him your business card that has your number and email. It was decorated nicely and elegantly befitting someone of your continuing to rise status.

“Thanks, doll. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“No, problem. Ciao~” You said that in a tone that may have been a little more friendly than you wanted to lead on. It was due to the fact that you knew this due was attractive. Although you did question why in hell he was wearing sunglasses at 5 pm it’s not like the sun was out anymore.

“The name’s Al by the way Al Jones.~ I’ll be in contact with you soon.”

He states in a slightly seductive manner. He takes off his glasses and winks at you revealing his red eyes that were dangerous and alluring. Al proceeds to disappear into the cold winter night of Manhatten he made his connection meaning that he could now put his plan into place. But, not just for his primary goal of obtaining you to have dominance in the 1p world. It was also to get to know you better. You piqued his interest and he wasn’t going to let that slip away. Pretty, Smart, and on your way to being a powerhouse. A combination of a person that was becoming to be a good mate.

……………………………………………

After several hours of torture, blood sweat, tears, and plenty of knife cuts to his skin Romania finally decided that taking this kind of torture wasn’t worth it. Luciano was good at what he does. After all, he is a mafia boss with connections worldwide. It wouldn’t be too hard for him to hunt and kill whomever he wanted for the right price and persuasion. Considering his omnipotent power in the 2p world and through some of the 1p world, nothing would stop this mad man until he got what he wanted.

“So you will open up the portal for me where I ask?” He forces Romania to look up to him to make his sworn oath.

“Yes.” He says softly and hardly able to keep both eyes open. Luciano really didn’t show much mercy to him during his beating.

“Alright then. We have a deal.~” He picks up his walkie talkie to page one of his onsite nurses. “ “Nurse! Come and patch our latest ally up. We’re going to need him to be ready to go by tomorrow. So I can finally get to their world and extend my influence.”

“Right Luciano. I’ll be there in a minute.” One of his main nurses’ replies.

Within about 30 seconds his head nurse and two others appear to take Romania to the infirmary within the mansion.

“We’ll have him all fixed up by morning sir!”

“Grazie~”

Luciano then decided to go to his office that was in a secret underground place in his mansion. He opens the door with his fingerprint and steps inside. He sits at his desk and opens up his laptop to see that another one of his contacts in the 1p world has given him valuable information on who the diplomat that is going to be upholding relations between him and 2p America ...Alfred or better known as Al. Al was strong but only lacking a little in strength and mostly wit in battle when it came to matchups between him and Luciano. 9 times out of 10 Luciano won.

Luciano proceeded to open the email from his contact. It had a few photos of you along with all of your personal information, where you lived, what you studied and the languages you spoke. Speaks French, German, English, and Italiano~

“This one is quite interesting to me. Now I can understand how they’re able to be capable of holding such powers in world affairs.”

He continues to read from the file that was compiled about you. He just couldn’t resist the urge to know more about you. Your [Hair color/length] and your [eye color] crazy. Although he won’t show it on his face. But you took up his mind the more he thought about you the sooner he wanted to get his plan to dominate. But, now he was in it to dominate and captivate you.

He eventually scrolls down to your medical history and sees that Alfred F. Jones and his boss have implanted a chip in the back of your neck. Since you’re in training to be a high government professional and researcher mainting relations they knew they had to protect national secrets and their diplomats that work under them. Mind control, tracking, or temporary brain shut down abilities…. The smile on Lucianos’ face finally decided to appear. This was going to be so EASY.

“Oh Alfred. You’re paranoia really is going to lead to your downfall.~

It’s almost if you want me to start stealing your diplomats and making your life a-hell.”

Luciano gets on the phone with his contact that send him the information.

“Tell me amico how can we get to the control’s for Prof. [Your last name] microchip. I’ve found a-eccelent way to bring them here. Get me the diplomats for all the Allied Power’s to Italy as well. I need to get started on creating chaos as soon as I can.~”

“Right away sir!”

“Prof. [Your name] first. I need to get her a-out of the 1p world first. I want to show them that at the end of it all that I am all they’ll ever have to worry a-about ~” He gently but firmly coos into the phone. He hadn’t even met you yet and you were driving him nuts.

To be Continued ….

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