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onedaughterofman · 7 months

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“Little mouse” Copia x G/N reader

Summary: Copia calls you his little mouse, and it knocks the air out of your lungs.

Tags: Dark Copia, light horror maybe? I wrote this in one sitting after working for 13 hours so don’t look at this too closely.

A/N: By the power of the Unholy One, behold my return from the land of the damned.

He calls you “his little mouse”.

It’s endearing. You can’t help but to swoon when he smiles warmly at you, a gloved hand stretched out in your direction.

“Come here, my little mouse,” Copia says, and the warmth spreads all over your chest and stomach. The Italian accent is thick, but the air inside your lungs is even thicker.

When Copia calls you his little mouse, you feel like a teen experiencing their first love, their initial crush. Copia’s eyes are dark, but his gaze is tender and the leather of his gloves is warm, so you obey and let yourself fall into his embrace.

Between his arms, the air is knocked out of your body. There’s no oxygen in your blood, only the intoxicating love you feel for him, only the romance and lust pumping out of your heart.

“Will you join me this evening, my little mouse?” Copia asks when the sun sets, and only the golden glow of a few old lamps falls on his face. The shadows are deep, but deeper is the rumbling of your throbbing heart. “Will you come with me, stay with me forever?”

You say yes, breathless, almost speechless. Copia continues placing tender kisses on your neck, on the back of your palm. His fingers trace patterns over your clothes, hold onto you with the tenderness of a man madly in love.

Maybe you’re madly in love, too.

That’s why you follow him through the maze of corridors, deeper and deeper under the Ministry’s chapel. It’s a secret place, Copia said, a sheltered room away from everyone, from everything. You know the Ministry is full of mysteries, of hidden truths and now you wonder if Copia is going to reveal some of them to you.

It doesn’t matter, in the end. For as long as he holds onto you, as long as he kisses your lips with passion, you’ll follow him forever.

At the end of the hallway, behind a heavy wooden door, there’s a studio. It’s not a bedroom, like you had been hoping. There’s not even a bed.

No. Blinded by the darkness, your eyes struggled to recognise the shapes that lay in front of you. And when your pupils manage to focus on anything, the air freezes inside your throat.

There are mouses everywhere. Immobile, lifeless eyes stare in your direction. There must be dozens of corpses, well preserved in jars or embalmed, displayed on the walls.

“I always loved mouses,” Copia says behind your back, and the weight of his hand is oppressive on your shoulder. “When I was a teen, the Ministry’s playground was full of them. An infestation, they said. A bad one.”

In the silence of the room, the beating of your heart sounds like drums. Copia gently pushes you forward, and your feet obey without resistance.

“I used to play with them all the time. I would grab them by their tails, hold them under the water fountain and watch them wiggle and struggle.”

This time, a sigh escapes the confines of your lips. “You used to drown them?” You whisper, not daring to look back at him. From the corner of your eyes, you notice there’s a smile on his face.

“At the beginning, yes. I was inexperienced, didn’t know when to stop. Then I got wiser,” Copia states, leaning closer. “But you see, little mouses are so fragile, so ephemeral. They are incredibly cute, but they don’t last much. Sooner or later, they go away. I don’t like it when things leave me. Specially things I love.”

One step back is all you manage before your back collides with his chest. Copia’s hand is heavy, so heavy on you. His grip is unforgiving, impossible to get rid of, but it’s still weaker than the fear that clings to your ankles, slowly climbing up your legs.

“But don’t worry,” he continues, and his smile offers no comfort. “Years ago I found a solution to that. Now they are with me forever. Their beauty doesn’t fade.”

The dozen of small, lifeless black orbs burn on your skin. You swallow once, then twice, but nothing undoes the knot in your throat.

“Get comfortable,” Copia whispers into your ear, both hands pushing down on your shoulders as he guides you to an old, wooden chair. The stares grow heavier, colder. “This is going to be a long night. But I’ll be with you now and forever. You’re my favourite little mouse, after all.”

A/N: based on a guy I kind hooked up with

#papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #ghost band fanfiction #cardinal copia #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #my fics #hello tumblr

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pryce0 · 1 year

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Omggg i loved you're middle eastern ask could you maybe make something similar with an Italian reader, only if ur okay with it tho 😊

Gang Members React to Italian!GN!Reader

gif by; @purpledragongifs

masterlist; here

a/n; it’s no problem! ty for your patience. i actually took italian as a language class for a couple of years, so some of the italian is from me :-) also there will likely not be a part two to this because there’s a lot going on in my life rn, t i’ll put my whole soul into this!!

included members; arthur, john, charles, javier.

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Arthur Morgan

He isn’t really too affected by your accent, spending enough time in Saint Denis got him used to Italian accents. One thing he never got a good grasp on was your language; English isn’t his strong suit either, so don’t be surprised when you speak Italian and he questions you.

After Sean nearly blew your head off, you screamed, “Impara a mirare, stronzo!” In an angry tone. Arthur looked at you as if you had two heads. “Say what now?”

Arthur likes hearing about the different dishes you’ve had in the past, how different the food is from the States compared to Italy. Of course, there aren’t many differences, but some dishes that are called the same thing aren’t too similar.

He listens to your rants; your angry ones, your confused ones, everything.

“Lasagna here is very different than the lasagna back home!!”

He sees your reactions to culture clashes in real time and he thinks it’s a bit funny. When you greeted him with a kiss on the cheek and then did the same thing to Tilly, he was confused.

After you explain the culture side of it, he understands. Arthur lets you do it to him as a greeting and a goodbye afterwards.

Arthur is used to hearing Italian, but he never learned it as a whole besides the basic phrases. I imagine he never learns how to properly speak it, but he learns to understand it to an extent.

John Marston

He thinks your anger is funny. He thinks your accent is funny. Very very funny. Your accent tends to get thicker when you aren’t thinking about it, so he can’t contain his laughter.

John is used to your accent, but still finds it funny nonetheless. He doesn’t understand a lick of what you say in Italian, but he tries to guess by your tone.

“Vai a farti fottere, Dutch…” “You said what now??”

John is a little dense, so he doesn’t care much about the conversation for food but your family is very big on the food; you can’t help but follow in their footsteps and force John to try some when you’re able to make it.

That being said, there’s a lot of food you grew up with that he didn’t.

“What the hell is.. Spaghetti??”

“Lasagna?” — He complete pronounces it wrong as well, somehow….

When you first greeted him in such a.. personal way, he short-circuited. He didn’t know that you did not mean it in a flirty way until Arthur smacked him upside the head, teasing him. “Those wolves truly did eat all your brains huh, Marston??”

He never learns to speak your language, nor does he learn to understand it. Except when you swear- he knows what that means because I can imagine a lot of your anger is directed towards him when he does something stupid.

John is stupid and he teases you, but overall he enjoys when you embrace yourself.

Charles Smith

He, like the others, isn’t really too affected by your accent. Him and Javier are naturally more respectful to your traditions, your language, your foods.

Charles likes hearing your language. I can imagine he also has a problem, has a hard time grasping your language but it’s because of the environment you two remain to be in.

Like John, he begins to understand a lot of phrases. He learned a lot of Javier’s phrases as well. Charles can’t speak Italian, but he sure can understand you.. most of the time.

You have little patience for some people and it concerns him. Not your behavior, but he gets concerned for the people you get angry towards. (Except Micah.)

You two take some time to talk about dishes together and traditions. Due to how Charles was raised and how his childhood went, he isn’t the most educated on his own culture but he shares what he knows.

He takes the time to listen to your culture and traditions. Charles was shocked at your greetings, but he soon got used to it when you explained it to him. I can imagine you two spend a lot of time together, a unexplainable bond. As well as Javier.

After meeting Angelo Bronte, he joked that maybe you are also controlling Saint Denis. That’s when you explain the Mafia crime families that control different areas. (He’s concerned on how you know all of this, but he doesn’t question it.)

Javier Escuella

He is likely to have the least obvious reaction to your accent. Maybe a remark at first with a tease, but he knows how it is when someone makes it a big deal. Especially during these times.

Like Charles, you two get along pretty well. Surrounded by people who don’t speak your native language, who don’t share your culture and traditions, it’s pretty obvious why you and him flocked together; some sort of familiarity, even if you don’t share the same exact traditions (although they are similar).

Italian and Spanish are highly similar languages so I can imagine there’s some confusion surrounding some of the words. Your cultures are a bit similar which leads you to go down conversations of comparison and jokes about who’s is better.

Javier teases you a lot, purposely getting on your nerves. He knows when too much is too much, but in a way like John, he finds your anger funny.

He gets nervous when you get into it with Micah, but hearing your angry Italian after the fact is 100% worth it.

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan #john marston #fluff #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella #charles smith #italian reader #headcanons #rdr2 fandom #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 community

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lynnlovesthestars · 12 days

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Can I ask for an Astarion x Tav prompt, where Tav isn't originally from Faerun, and has a Southern style accent she tries to suppress and keep secret because she knows people will tease her about it or take her less seriously, but it still slips out occasionally some times. She'll accidentally use a contraction like "y'all'd've" or use slang and call ingredients or side dishes "fixins" and her accent gets thicker the more tired or worked up she is.

Hii, i was about to start writing this request, but i realized that since english is not my first language it was coming up a poor job and honestly you don't deserve me butchering your accent ahah, im sorry as much as i can picture it in my head, i would make a shitshow:(

now if you don't mind any of my followers to pick up the prompt, i know plenty would challenge themselves in writing this.. as i said, ofc w your permission first!

(like i live in the us rn but im italian, and besides yall and some small things, i barely understand southern accent, i cant phatom writing it cause i dont even know where id have to start)

#ask: lynn ☆#asklynn☆: request #sorry #i wish i could do a better job..#bg3 astarion #astarion x reader #i love the idea though

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silly-inky · 1 year

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Some Mario and Luigi headcanons as I’m bored and have a bit of free time on my hands

So as we all know Mario and Luigi are Italian, or well Italian-American as they grew up (and probably were born in) Brooklyn. So growing up in an Italian household would have certainly helped shape their personality’s, and how they react to certain situations. Also I just wanna add real quick, I wish they had more thicker accents in the movie, but i get why they didn’t with the voice actors they had

For instance they could probably come up with some very creative colourful insults without actually having to swear, because god forbid they swore around their mother, unless they we were wanting to get hit with the spoon they kept the swearing for occasions outside of the house

I don’t think either of them (even Luigi) would be out of by yelling, so if someone who was usually very intimidating started to shout at them, I think they would actually calm down a bit, that is if they were even scared of them at all. So I’m just imagining Bowser yelling at Luigi and Luigi being like:

“why are you raising you voice, I can hear you perfectly fine. The only person that scares me when they raise their voice is my mama and Nona, so sit down and calm yourself.”

They raise their voices when they want to be heard, growing up in a loud household that’s something that becomes a habit, and they are very loud when they want to be.

I imagine when they want to curse they do it in Italian. I imagine the Koopalings or even the princess picking up one of these swears, not knowing what it actually means, and just repeating it to one or both of the brothers, Luigi would probably stand in shock before telling them not to use the word, while Mario ends up laughing his ass off, wheezing on the ground while Luigi is trying to explain why it’s a bad word while frantically looking around, scared that his mother has somehow heard them and magically teleported to them, spoon in hand.

I think that if Luigi gets to know a person he acts a bit more like Mario, more confident and slightly smug, if he had more confidence facing off villains he would be quippy with his comebacks

I think that although Luigi is awkward he isn’t to bad in the social area, if he needs to speak out and make a point he will, but you best believe he’s going to think it all through before hand, and when he speaks out, he has every answer prepared with a complimentary call out/ insult if needed

Mario would use his insult talent for evil, in which I mean he’s going to use it against DK, Wario, Waluigi, Bowser, maybe even Daisy if he and when he wants too. And I can totally see him teaching either the little toad children or the koopalings how to come up with brilliant insults on the spot, while also teaching them respect and manners

“remember kids, be kind to strangers unless they are rude, treat people how they treat you, and remember, respect is earned not given. Now, what do we call someone that is disrespectful and rude to a cashier who is only doing their job?“

Their mother always made sure their friends were fed whenever they came round, so Mario and Luigi continue that, Mario almost pops a vein when he learns that the princess hasn’t had a proper meal in 2 days due to focusing on her duties instead of her own health. He sits her down with a nice meal and doesn’t leave her until she’s at least taken a few bites, he can’t and doesn’t want to force her to eat of course, but he won’t feel right with himself until he sees her have at least 5 goods sips from some soup or something. Her favourite is eggplant Parmesan

Luigi if staying over at E.Gadd’s would prepare the professor some food, which is a nice change from the instant noodle he practically lives off of, he will even make food for the ghosts, he knows they technically need to eat, but he knows some of them still enjoy eating, he has his own ghostly puppers to prove that fact, so whenever he’s around he likes to make a big pot of soup for the ghosts that enjoy his cooking.

I’ve brought this up in a previous post, but Mario and Luigi’s grandfather (the one featured in the movie) is an ex-boxer. So the boys probably grew up taking boxing lessons from him and his old boxing ring. That is probably why they were so good at fighting from the start. I imagine they give lessons on how to box, Daisy and maybe Roy taking a particular liking to it. But before their first lesson they said to the class:

“Our grand pop’s always said to never use this outside of the ring unless needed. He would say if he ever found out we were using it to bully a kid, he would ring our necks. You use it if your defending yourself or others. Or to put it more bluntly ‘I taught you it’s never okay to out your hands on someone, but it’s fine to hit back’ and he probably also would have said

“They hit you first, you make sure they never land another hit on you again”.

Whenever the boys are visiting their family, or the family is coming to visit them, they try their best to be as vague as possible about their fights, they keep on their gloves the entire time so that their family doesn’t see the battle scars. Their father has spotted them a couple of times, he try’s not to make a big scene because he knows his wife will make an even bigger one if she saw them, so he just slaps them behind the heads and tells them to be more careful and not be idiots while saving the kingdom/ world. Their niece would come over and visit on her school holidays, so she would inevitably see the scars, so she’s been told to keep quiet about them so as to not give her great aunt (the boys bother) a heart attack.

When their niece does come to visit she enjoys seeing the princess, one time she was lucky enough to take part in go karting when the event lined up with her stay. She likes to hang out with Toad, and I think she would grow to become friends with the Koopalings when they are around at Peaches castle, I have a feeling she would be the closest with Ludwig

Mario and Luigi get into sibling squabbles all the time, they love each over dearly but you know they insult each over when alone:

Mario: Luigi you’re looking extra ugly today. What did you do? Get a shower? Your skin looks like it’s melting off like the wicked witch of the west

Luigi: Look who’s talking you red bowling ball, you look like a love child between Danny DaVitto and Golem from lord of the rings, who’s very existence makes god weep knowing he has to look at your face when you die

Mario: We have almost the same face you you dried out celery stick

Luigi: You’re the one that started it ‘jump man’

Anyways I hope you liked this rambling of ideas

#super mario #mario bros #luigi nintendo #luigi #mario movie #luigi super mario #Mario #mario nintendo #mario and luigi #princess peach #mario headcanons #headcanon #koopalings #my headcanons

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hazbinbossbrainrot · 3 months

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Me noticing that Anthony’s personality slipping through his alter ego’s facade

Episodes:

• Masquerade (1x04 - majorly)

• Welcome to Heaven (1x06)

• The Show Must Go On (1x08)

Personality (as Anthony)

• Self-assertive (outside the Porn Studios contract)

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• Insecure

• Hypersensitive

• Defensive

• Family orientated

<> Paternal 🤭

• Hopeful

• Easily-frightened

<> Through copping constant abuse from Valentino which would often make him nervous in his presence (and it extends outside of that when anyone comes into his space without his permission and backs away from them — ie Vaggie — due to PTSD)

• Protective

• Demanding (particularly when in a bad really mood)

• Volatile

• Comedic (genuinely)

• Loyal

• Jealous (bitter)

<> Seen when Sir Pentious was declared “official patron” by Charlie

• Attentive

<> Seen when Angel Dust rejected Cherri Bomb’s offered drugs after Husk mentioned about “undoing his progress” (and something similar again in episode 1x08 even when it was the last night of doing whatever before going to war)

• Restlessness (ADHD?)

• Brattish

• Hysterical (maniacal)

<> When really, really, REALLY pissed off; particularly when he’s called “fake”

• Vulnerable

• Traumatised (via the song “Poison; at the end)

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Other (trivia):

• Italian accent is thicker and more noticeable when he’s not portraying as “Angel Dust” (when emotional)

• Mostly likely (via the ongoing abuse from Valentino) developed a praise/validation kink (semi-canon)

• Big on consent (HC) because he knows what it feels like not to have permission of one’s body

• Hopless romantic (HC) when with the right person 🤭

#constantly updating #character development #just one of those things #hazbin hotel #he deserves better #angel dust #Youtube

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libras-interactives · 3 months

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Because i didn't find anything related to voices, i wanted to ask what the casts voices sound like?

Is this a way of trying to figure out where flynn comes from...nooooo

hmmm i dont know if im the best at describing voices but I tried! This got away from me so I put a cut ^^;

Marius - He has a very charming and silky sort of voice, that's pleasant to listen to. My man could do ASMR and audiobooks. It's even pleasanter when he speaks his native tongue, in English sometimes he has to halt around unfamiliar words... or he just barrels forward and says it wrong. Oh well.

Jack - Deeper than most people would expect (or maybe they'd expect that?) Compared to the others, he speaks slowly, and with his low drawl. He trails off sometimes and mutters when annoyed or unsure. He doesn't enunciate very well and fumbles nervously with big words, so he tries to avoid them.

Eveline - Soft enough that you may have to lean in to hear better, enunciates well around English words and has a sort of breathy way of speaking. She speaks faster in French. In English she has to maintain an image. It takes a lot to get her to raise her voice, and it's often frantic, and her accent slips out more. Her singing voice is the polar opposite, loud and operatic. She's a soprano.

Lottie - Higher pitched than Eveline, though she likes to go up and down to emphasize points or be silly. She has traces of a New Jersey accent and generally speaks lots of slang. Her singing voice is bombastic and theatric; she's not afraid of making weird faces or exaggerating her voice to put more 'oomf' into the performance. She's a mezzo-soprano.

Máire - She has a deep, smooth voice with a thick, lilting Irish accent that she refuses to modify. She speaks slower than most, but she'll absolutely raise her voice and snap at someone annoying her. She's an alto. When Máire starts speaking lowly and that accent gets thicker ... You Are In Trouble.

Malwina - A higher-pitched voice, which isn't too surprising, with a Polish accent that she's been trying to curb. It's tough when she's excited or upset, though. Some English words give her a lot of trouble, so she talks slower around them. Her singing voice is a soprano, and is very pleasant and airy. Her voice cracks when she's upset.

Slyvester - His tone is fairly normal (not too deep or too high) and he has a strong New Yorker accent, but notably not a posh one. It's like he's trying hard to not sound lower-class, but doesn't have the proper vocabulary or tone of the upper-crust. His Italian has a strong American accent when he speaks it, and he can't quite get the cadence right, but it's comprehensible. Because of his wife and her family, sometimes he uses the Italian word for something.

Little Lottie - She speaks quietly and haltingly. The pitch isn't too different from a typical little girl, maybe a bit flat, and it's hard to find any kind of accent in it. She stumbles over words when she's excited and pronounces them wrong.

Flynn - He speaks with a crisp, upper-crust sort of accent that doesn't have too many airs. Flynn enunciates himself clearly, and when he starts talking slower, that's when you need to listen. His tone is on the lower register, moreso when he's upset. In the courtroom he intones and adjusts and enunciates just so in order to get his point across. He really has a talent for it. When truly angry, bits of an accent will slip out, though it's hard to place it in the moment. Those who've heard him swear in a different tongue don't live to tell about it.

Cora - A crisp, learned mid-Atlantic accent that's as inoffensive as possible. She's always spoken quickly and enunciates each word as she rambles. It's kind of impressive.

Roxie has a nasally, high-pitched voice with such over-the-top slang and weird enunciation, no one really believes it's her real voice. She alternates between speaking rapidly or dragging out every word, mostly to annoy. When speaking to strangers, Ezra's voice is noticeably lower than when he's with friends. He has a slight Southern drawl to it and speaks on the slower side. Krooks has a mishmash of Gerglish/Engman (?) and it's a mess to listen to regardless which language you speak. He can speak English or German fully, but most of the time (esp when drunk or tired) he just mixes them together chaotically.

Paulie speaks very differently from Polly; the former is smooth and deep and charming, the latter is more giggly, higher-pitched and leans more into a Chicago accent. Singing as Polly is more comfortable and fun than singing as Paulie. Italian Mary/Mariana has been trying to rid herself of her Italian accent, but it keeps slipping in when she's upset, and there's no faking she's from Brooklyn. Louisa Faye has a well-polished Southern accent, allowing her to sound dainty and distinguished rather than low-class. You'd never guess she's from deep rural Alabama. Gertrude/Gigi has been steadily chipping away her German accent, and speaks fairly "neutrally" on purpose. Ruthie has a distinct Yiddish accent to her speech, and completely changes to something "neutral" when with customers. When she's drunk ask her to imitate someone, and she can do it near perfectly, it's great. Drives Mariana insane.

#hint hint. certain combinations will have MC listen to flynn being that mad :^)#in the current chapter #hoohoohoo #the last paragraph is the La Lune ladies btw!! They'll be a little more relevant in Ch3 #also this got away from me I hope this is what you asked ....#libra says #if:devil's moon

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j3rs3yg1rl · 10 months

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On This Lovely Bella Notte

One starry evening in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario was visiting Peach at the castle. However, Mario had been plotting something and Toad was in on it.

"I'm telling you… it will be perfect!" Mario declared confidently.

"Uh-huh… and you don't think they'll recognize you?" Peach replied somewhat skeptically.

"Trust me, this disguise is perfection!" The red plumber countered with a wave of his hand.

Mario had on traditional Italian garb from the old country. He straightened the hat and his embroidered bolero jacket then reached for his mandolin.

"Right… and you're doing this again, why exactly?"

"Just looking out for my baby brother is all!"

Mario then looked over at Toad nodding his head toward the door. "Alright Toad! Let's a go!"

Peach smirked with a shake of her head and returned to reading her book.

Luigi and Daisy walked arm in arm into the lovely restaurant overlooking Toad Town. Luigi dressed to the nines in a very dark charcoal gray pinstripe suit and matching fedora with green felt trim, green silk tie and monogram of his L initial on his tie clip, and a midnight blue dress shirt. Daisy was stunningly dressed in a curve fitting gold evening gown, with orange puffed chiffon straps off her shoulders. Her hair was done up with daisies in a ponytail that allowed elegant waves to flow down to just above her shoulders while her bangs hugged her sweetheart face.

The blooming couple were escorted to the outdoor patio where a table gleaming with candlelight awaited. There was a gorgeous view of the night sky with Peach’s castle out on the horizon.

Ever the gentleman, Luigi pulled out the chair for Daisy. Once she was seated, he sat beside her, stealing a kiss from her hand as he did. Luigi then removed his hat and lifted the menu. After they ordered and their wine glasses were filled, they took a moment to take in the evening sights.

“Luigi, this is so perfect! You didn’t have to do any of this for me.” Daisy’s eyes filled with excitement and wonder.

“Fiore mio, I would do anything for you. This is your night principessa.” Luigi smiled tenderly, gazing into the eyes of his beloved flower princess.

The desert bloom giggled softly. “Oh Sweetie!” She nuzzled Luigi’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. The green plumber could feel his heart racing and the sound of her gentle laughter made him swoon.

As the entree, spaghetti and meatballs, was brought to their table, a rather odd pair followed behind the server. The sweethearts did not notice them at first. However, once the server left and the pair began to enjoy their shared meal, music started to reverb around them.

Appearing before the charming plumber and lovely princess was a musical duo. They seemed awfully familiar to Luigi. Upon closer inspection, he clearly saw through the disguises of Mario and Toad. He thought he might just have died right there. How could Mario do this to him? Was he trying to embarrass him in front of Daisy? The younger green twin tried to hide his face.

“Oh this is the night It’s a beautiful night And we call it-a Bella Notte”

Mario strummed his mandolin and crooned with a thicker, more exaggerated accent than he normally had to the turtle doves seated before him. Toad, wearing a fake thin handlebar mustache, accompanied on accordion. Much to Luigi’s surprise, Daisy was giggling so sweetly. She enjoyed every moment of her friends’ performance. With the grace of a delicate blossom, she lifted her fork, encouraging Luigi to join her in partaking in their meal.

“Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this-a lovely-a Bella Notte”

Mario continued to serenade the lovebirds, circling around their table. Daisy watched Mario in amusement as he swayed to the music. She glanced back to Luigi and saw he was still slightly on edge. She took his hand in hers, gazing warmly into his eyes. Luigi felt himself relax ever so slightly. His brother’s voice now blended to the background as if it were coming from a radio.

“Side by side with your loved one You’ll a-find enchantment a-here”

He and Daisy continued to share the plate of pasta before them. Luigi took a more audible slurp of the pasta noodle in his mouth. Daisy, in a rare display of her ladylike manner, took a quieter slurp of the pasta noodle which managed to bop her on the nose. They shared a sweet smile before taking another bite.

The noodle that the pair were eating slowly revealed itself as a single strand. Before they knew it, their lips touched ever so lightly. Both pulled away and were blushing profusely. As a loving gesture, Luigi used his fork to push a meatball towards Daisy’s side of the plate. Their eyes remain focused on each other, unconditional love emitting from their gaze.

“The night will-a weave it’s magic a-spell When the one you love is near”

Mario saw this adorable display and winked at his little brother. This seemed to have given Luigi the confidence he needed. He titled Daisy’s chin up in the most tender way, gently gazing into her eyes. He poured his own heart into the melody as he sang along, his own accent coming through as he harmonized.

“For this is the night And the Heaven’s are a-right On this lovely Bella Notte”

Princess Daisy and Luigi finished their romantic dinner and now found themselves strolling through the nearby park. Hand in hand, they walked up the pathway toward a fountain. It seemed everywhere they went tonight, they could still hear the song from earlier in their heads.

The park was not quite deserted. Some of the charming little Toads had been out for their own evening stroll either with family or their significant other. Fireflies floated around giving the pathway a warm glow.

The princess and the plumber both hummed the romantic melody, lost in the trance of each other’s presence. As Daisy hummed the melody, Luigi hummed the harmony. By the time they reached the fountain, there was no doubt that their deep friendship had blossomed into everlasting love. The green knight took his lady’s hand, raised it to his lips, and placed another tender kiss upon her dainty fingers.

“Fiore mio, thank you for allowing me to treat you to this Bella Notte. You’ve been by my side all this time. Now it’s your turn to shine. I’m more than honored and privileged to be here for you. Princess Daisy, I love you. I want us to continue adventuring together. If you’ll have me, that is…” Luigi blushed darkly, he was a deeper shade of crimson than his older brother’s attire.

“Oh Sweetie…” Daisy was speechless. Did Luigi just ask what she thought he asked? She felt her heart soar. “I love you too!” She cried and happily leapt into Luigi’s embrace, flinging her arms around his neck. “I’ve waited so long for this! Of course I’ll have you! I love you so much!!!”

The knightly green plumber and the floral desert princess shared their first kiss under the soft glow of moonlight and fireflies. The now official couple cherished the beginning of their newly bloomed relationship as the Steady Sweeties. Daisy could not help but imagine what the future held for them. Luigi proved to be quite the romantic in how he asked her to be his girlfriend. She dreamed of how amazing it would be when her charming green cutie of a boyfriend finally asks her to marry him. Tango Tanglers has a nice ring to it!

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livetogether--diealone · 1 year

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Soooo is that fic you're writing about Chalex as the blond power couple? 👀

No, but in the mean time can I offer this?

[edited because it needed so? it was a bit rushed yesterday]

“So, Charles, crazy drive today! Pole yesterday, only for the glory with your engine penalty, and now from tenth to first, that move in turn 6, very risky but you made it stick. Any merit to the new hairdo? Spent some time in sun by the sea?”

So typical of Seb to try and embarrass him in the post-race interview, with his silly moustache and wiggly eyebrows; Charles was ever so grateful to have him back in some capacity into the paddock so he could run and get advice and praises from him anytime he wanted, but this was one of the moments he would have preferred for the german to remain hidden in the mountains. Seb never missed a chance to make him flustered. He could hear Lewis trying to contain a laugh very poorly next to him, he finished 2 nd, but since Seb was doing the interview Lewis stuck around. Why are these two always in cahoots?

He scratched the back of his neck, “Actually Alex did this. It’s called a dye Seb, you would know”. Charles let out a nervous laugh, he didn’t know why he said that or why he had to make it sound so mean. Maybe the blond was making him a bit of a little shit for real.

But to his surprise Seb actually enjoyed it? He grinned at the Ferrari driver, in that Seb’s way which if Charles was at all honest with himself still made his knees weak. “Ouch. Careful or Marko is gonna come looking for a new recruit” spat out the german, winking at him.

Charles couldn’t believe it. Being compared to his ex-teammate was one thing and something he greatly appreciated, but being compared to the pathetic attempt at the Seb clones factory that was the redbull academy, full of floppy blond men with anger issues, was horrifying. He was gonna murder Alex.

“Can you stay still?” Alex groaned, he was so done with Charles, who spent the last 30 minutes restless sitting on the hotel tub and the last five bent in said tub. He had to dig one hand on the other’s shoulder to prevent him from running away, again. He never realised how muscular Charles’ back was. So maybe this wasn’t only for practicality and if he lingered there for too long than it was needed, nobody was here to judge him. “You’ll go blind if this gets into your eyes”

Charles’ voice was masked by the running water, which was probably a blessing since the few words Alex did understand were italian profanities.

Not long after he was standing in front of the mirror staring at a very, very blond Charles, who hadn’t stop touching his hair and fixing them in twenty-five different styles. He kept fisting his new locks, pushing them down, up, pulling at the front pieces. Alex kept thinking he could also do other thing with those hands, if he could only manage to pull Narciso aways from his pond. “You look hot, come on let’s go”

Charles turned bright red, redder than his ferrari, and the contrast with his hair was... well it was a contrast for sure. “You think I look hot?” he stumbled on the words, his accent thicker than ever. And Alex thought dyeing Charles blond would make him little more forward, it had worked with Seb.

Or maybe he was right indeed. Charles’ gears were turning while he kept checking himself out. His usually delicate features seemed sharper, his expression more confident. Not even under the most vile of tortures Alex was going to admit that angry Charles turned him on. Didn’t matter that George heard him sigh with frustration while watching Charles pulling off his gloves and balaclava, throwing them hastily in his car and strutting back in his box after being pushed off track, hair a mess, red-faced, something animal in his eyes.

Alex watched as Charles kept checking himself in the mirror, watched with hunger as the other was nodding at his reflection. No, he was not going there again. Alex get a grip it’s late tomorrow, tomorrow there was fp3 and quali, and more media duties, and-.

Suddenly Alex was being pulled and pushed against the bathroom tiles, something quite heavy was pressing him to the wall. And yes, he was definitely being kissed by Charles Leclerc. Not that this was the first time it had happened, even if Alex didn’t like to classify as kissing the one time he - after by some weird constellations alignment managed to qualify third - was pushed into one of the rooms next to where the press conference was being held by Charles, who grabbed him by the opened race suit and practically crushed their lips together “What you did was brilliant” and then ran away. This time, despite the towel hanger digging in his back, it felt more deliberate. Charles’ mouth was soft as he remembered and maybe dreamed about, not that he was admitting any of this. Fuck George was going to have a field day. But right now there was only his hands around Charles’ tiny waist, and Charles’ needy hands in his hair, on his jaw.

Okay so maybe the blond dye was actually getting to Charles’ brain, because his hands were already working on the buttons of his jeans. And when he pulled away, he looked a little feral, but Alex was not complaining. Charles’ lips were now to his neck, one hand under Alex’s shirt.

“I’m gonna get pole tomorrow” the last button of Alex’s pants was freed.

“And then on sunday I’m winning this race” and he was already on his knees.

Well then Alex was not gonna qualify at all at this rhythm.

#and byyyyeee #yeah idk what this is #felt okay might delete later #chalex #f1 rpf #charles leclerc #alex albon #jo.fic #this can't be real i'm using this tag again

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broken-synchronicity · 11 months

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I've now read your Lost in Translation fic, and makes me wonder, if Kallisto ever spoke faster when angry or fast like in Italian (was it Italian or Spanish). And it be funny for Kallisto to know the correct pronunciation of the longest town name, because they have friend that is fluent in Welsh and taught/frequently talked about the town ridiculous long name.

Also, English being a dead language is kinda hilarious, because if I were to at English in the UK, depending on the accent (especially the thicker they are) with slang, will be like gibberish. And I don't what slang are in Ohio, but I would imagine it being different in other states. I wonder, if there are anyone who used Old English, not the Shakespearean one. Like a 1000 years ago, spoken by the Saxons, like we can see some English words but it's a whole ass language.

Tho, I wonder if there are some languages in our world that are just entirely unknown, like there is not an equivalent. Because it be hilarious to see anyone to people looking like they are having an argument when in actually they are just bargaining food.

Well! Aren't you curious! And you have some hilarious ideas 🤣

For starters, about Kal; I can definitely say they can tend towards speaking quickly when they're panicking! A little too quickly that they trip over their words, even in english! But Kal's anger is slow to rise and quick to burn out. They aren't too careful in what they say, but they make sure that it can be understood.

And considering some of the names of cities in Ohio (and the US in general), it wouldn't be too much of a surprise if Kal took a look at some city names and could guess the proper pronunciation something like 75% of the time

And you are correct in that different states have their own slang! Kal's slang hasn't had a chance to shine, mostly because only Lilia and Malleus would be able to understand them in the first place since it's all in english. (Btw Malleus is the one who speaks the regular english to Lilia's Shakespearean)

But anyways, that is such a fun thought. I had an idea of getting some of the teachers and/or potentially Leona in a 'study' session with Kal at some point where Kal just straight up translates a bunch of english texts.

I hadn't really thought of that last point, though! A lot of the time, there are words in other languages that can't really be translated into english, but I hadn't thought of the reverse!

I kinda brought that scene you presented out when Lilia gave Kal their choker, except it looks like Kal is far more comfortable with Lilia, a usually unapproachable Diasomnia student, than with the people who are actually hanging around them (the Heartslabyul boys)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst language barrier au #nonnies getting curious!#randomlyappearingartist

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emmettland · 26 days

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what accents do all your characters have, /what accents have you assumed them be read with

oh god. uh...

Logan: Norwegian accent (slight, gets thicker when worked up)

David: Norwegian accent (moderate)

Kalstio: Norwegian accent (slight)

Derek: Italian accent (slight)

Marian: Italian accent (heavy)

Teddy: British accent (moderate)

Dirk: Icelandic accent (slight; he got it from when he was raised by the Wolfe family in Iceland)

Cyrus: German accent (very slight; he grew up in Germany before he was Turned)

Cassius: Greek accent (moderate)

Janex: Brazilian accent (slight)

Heyin: Chinese accent (heavy)

that's all i can think of. i don't know how they actually sound because my brain doesn't do that, but these are the accents they would have based on their nationality/origins.

#emmett answers #anon #emmett ocs #logan oc #david oc #kalstio oc #derek oc #marian oc #teddy oc #dirk oc #cyrus oc #cassius oc #janex oc #heyin oc

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bowuigifire · 10 months

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BURN FOR YOU 🔥💚

SUMMARY: Luigi found himself in a strange alien world, alone and terrified. But perhaps this place isn't so bad?

CHAPTER 3:

Painfully slowly, King Bowser made his way down the floating rocks that served as stairs, his gaze never leaving the plumber's. Smoke billowing from his jaws, he waved his hand, something invisible lifting Luigi off the ground and drawing a small cry from his lips. The King looked even bigger up close.

"You realise, human, that you've trespassed on my territory, land of the koopas, without my permission. Don't you?" he growled at him the last words.

The king's figure cast a shadow over Luigi even now that he was floating, the koopa's intimidating figure frightening the poor plumber to the point where he could do nothing but freeze. Luigi couldn't speak, something stuck in his throat. His heart was pounding, his legs shaking uncontrollably. If it wasn't for the strange magic he would have already fallen to the ground.

But the creature asked him a question, and the green plumber was quite sure that it wasn't a good idea to keep the King waiting. Who knows what it would do to him if he failed to answer? And with that thought, Luigi forced himself to open his mouth to reply with a shaky voice, "M-My apologies, your Highness. I- It wasn't my i-intention, I assure you!" He squeaked out the rest, his Italian accent thicker.

To his misfortune, the dragon-turtle huffed in his face, hot smoke billowing against his face. The man closed his eyes instinctively, trying not to cough. "Do you really think I'm going to believe you?" Taking the plumber from the air into his large hand, the king koopa tightened his grip on the human and brought him closer to his face.

"Then why did you asked?" The question got out from the plumber before he could stop it, terror sizing his heart. He messed up.

For a moment it seemed as if everything had stopped, no sound reaching the man's ears, his mind conjuring up all sorts of punishments he could suffer at the hands of the king. His heart began to beat so fast and hard against his chest to the point it started to hurt. He couldn't breathe, his vision swimming. The creature could burn him to the bone, it could gobble him down in one bite, or maybe in half just to make him suffer. He could rip out every one of his joints, or-

"Enough!" Bellowed the King. The scare of his voice going through his every bone startled him enough to come back to the present, not having realised he had been muttering under his breath all his thoughts. "Tell me the truth, NOW!" he growled at him, sharp teeth too close for the plumber's comfort.

Shrinking down as much as he could, Luigi shook his head. He didn't know! It's not his fault! Mario. Where are you? He cried inside.

Frustrated by the lack of answers, the King threw him to the ground, a whimper leaving the humans lips. Said human was lying to his face, he looked too similar to the other human in red that was with his beloved Peach to be a coincidence. The King swore he would get his answers. Nothing can stop him from marrying his Peach. For his kids. For his Kingdom. No matter how cute this human looked.

Kamek, floating the unresponsive human in front of him, kept silent while observing the new prisoner who he took after leaving the King's throne room. He had treated his injuries despite the human being an intruder, they weren't monsters as much as the other Kingdoms preached, and so it took him by surprise when his Awfulness threw the fragile plumber to the floor... With a weary sigh, the magikoopa changed directions to the guest rooms. After all, the King never specified where to take the prisoner. That would teach him.

While putting the human in the bed, the old Koppa kept thinking on what just transpired. He could understand that love and desperation can make one do horrible things. What he couldn't understand is the reason why the King took it out on the human. They had no proof the plumber was like the other red one, nor was he the reason their plans changed after their arrival. The human didn't look dangerous nor insincere. There was no point on being cruel to him. Was there something else that made his Lord react negatively that he failed to see?

With a quick check, Kamek closed the door behind him. He would be notified if someone left the room.

It was time to talk to his adopted son.

Meanwhile, Luigi opened his eyes, still as a statue. He was terrified, yes, but that wasn't the reason why he feigned being unconscious. Even now he could feel the lingering warmth of the King's hand around him. His paw squeezing him easily as if he was a stick, suffocating. So easy to break. It felt both dangerous and safe. The creature could have killed him if he wanted to. But he didn't, meaning he's useful.

Luigi sighed, exhausted. Sweaty clothes pressed uncomfortably against his feverish skin, his entire body feeling heavy and weary to the bone unable to support himself even if he wanted to. Luigi collapsed, his last thought a plea for Mario to find him.

"Your Cruelness?" Called Kamek inside Bowser's war room.

"What do you want, Kamek. Can't you see I'm busy?" Growled the giant koopa. He wasn't in the mood for a stern talk from his own advisor. He's already aware he did wrong treating the human in such way. He... lost control. That's all. It won't happen again.

"Busy by staring into the wall?" Questioned the older koopa. He raised an eyebrow under his glasses at the King's stubbornness.

"By planning my next move," came the angry reply. He's still giving his back to the other.

Kamek hummed to himself, thinking. Something's wrong with his Lord, that was obvious. Then an idea occurred to him.

"Is it Junior?" He guessed, smirking when he noticed his King's tension, who deflated before turning to watch the magikoopa with a worried expression.

"He's been crying for his mama." He admitted in defeat. "I don't know how to tell him she's not here, not yet. I need for him to be more patient." His gaze moved to another part of the room, hands clasped together. Signs he was uncomfortable with sharing his problems.

"I can try to distract him, Your Majesty."

"That won't work anymore. His siblings already tried that. You know him, once he has something in mind he won't stop until he gets it. Just... watch over him so he doesn't try to go to the Mushroom Kingdom by himself." Ordered Bowser, passing his hand through his hair.

"As you wish. Just remember to ask calmly next time you visit our prisoner." With that, he disappeared to go find the prince, leaving the King alone. Alone with his thoughts for an hour.

And it was with those thoughts he decided to do as Kamek said. Except, when he went down to the dungeons the green plumber wasn't there. Irritation flared inside him, cursing the magikoopa under his breath. He made his way to the guest rooms where he found the sleeping human. Once inside, Bowser stood where he was unsure on what to do. Why am I here?

Still looking at Luigi carefully, he noticed how his breathing's faster, cheeks flushed. From time to time he could briefly notice tremors going through the small looking frail body. Are all humans like that? Are they supposed to shake like that? Bowser didn't know. Peach never done it before. Perhaps he should call Kammy since Kamek's with Junior.

Pondering on what to do, the King failed to realise blue eyes opening and staring at him.

#fireopal-tash #bowuigi #luigi mario #king bowser #bowuigi fanfiction #fanfic #writing #kamek #burn for you

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vinhteer · 10 months

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Random HCs for itsfunneh's YHS

Funneh used to love the banana bargain store. WHAT IF.... Alec also shopped there some time to time (since he's poor). But since he's more experienced in what's good or what's bad (financial trauma) (I like to imagine that he bought expired food in that shop and vomited for days), they bond over that shop and they shop together. Funneh likes being with Alec in that situation because he gives good tips, what to not buy etc.

I'm about to break ppl's hearts... So I watched that one christmas episode where they go to miss grenchbull's house. And for some reason she keeps feeding and feeding everyone and there's food literally everywhere. And celeste and Elijah visited her that same night. WHAT IF. WAHT FUCKING IF. CELESTE AND ELIJAH DONT EAT OFTEN BC THEY DONT HAVE TIME/THEY FORGET AND THEYRE PRETTY SKINNY TOO. AND LIKE... EVERY TIME THEY VISIT HER, THEY EAT LIKES WOLVES, so by their grandma's logic, if they get so hungry by eating her food then that means everyone else does the same. Which is why she's all like "keep eating guys! Do you want food? canned soup?" to Funneh, Kyran and Gold. Also the fact that she had so much food set up that day was bc she knew they would come home <3. I just imagine them catching up and Elijah and Celeste are casually eating everything with their bare hands like it's the first time they ate in weeks.

Celeste and Elijah have very different ways of speaking but they both have a brooklyn/Archie Bunker accent. Like... Italian new york kinda. The "what 'r ya gonna do abouddit?", "whaddya want?" "forgeddaboutit", "ya" instead of "you", "buddy", "pal"....> I think Elijah's voice would sound thicker and rougher. Rougher as in he has an extremely hard time using his vocal cords. Celeste's, as we all know, has a squeaky high pitched voice, but in my hc with a zest of brooklyn accent.

WAIT NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABT ACCENTS... Kyran having an accent from wherever YHS is at + a tiny zest of his family's accent, and whenever he sees them again that accent gets way stronger.

I feel like Yumi absolutely LOVES greek mythology and uses it for codenames etc... Project [inserts greek mythology reference].

#itsfunneh yhs #itsfunneh yandere high school #rambling

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bemyawakening · 1 year

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HAYLOFT; chapter four

fandom: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character

short summary: Marzia Moretti, known as Siren, is one of the secret agents of the CIA, meant to deal with missions quietly and gather information. Not only did she work on her biggest mission for seven years, digging for information about the Sicilian Mafia which was running the most secretive human trafficking business, but she also did this to get revenge. Recently, she gets assigned to Task Force 141 in order to finish the mission once and for all.

translation of Italian can be found at the end. You can also read this book on ao3

previous chapters: chapter 1 chapter 2 chapter 3

warnings: curse words

Ghost knew that look on her face. She was moulded by seeking revenge. It was as if looking into the mirror again and seeing those eyes, never-resting, never knowing when the rage will pass. He could see it right through her, how important this mission was to her without knowing why.

No soldier had a pretty reason to be on the battlefield. All of them were shaped by trauma and haunted by nightmares. It was rude to ask another soldier why they were here and he never bothered to ask anyone. Made relationships were supposed to get broken. His life wasn’t meant to be calm – no morning sun coming through the windows, no silhouette of a woman he loves. It was just him and his anger and he has made his peace with it.

Ever since Siren made it into this base, it seemed like the atmosphere has eased up. Soap was laughing far more than before, Gaz was more interactive in the conversations and Price, well, he was looking at her as if she was his own daughter.

Ghost couldn’t wrap his head around her. He didn’t know what he thought about her as he only saw trouble in her. He didn’t know how far she was willing to listen to the given orders since she is used to working alone. She was a responsibility and he didn’t know the consequences he will have to face.

Even when they spent most of the time planning, he couldn’t help but look at her. He recognised that determination, the need to act and to do everything quicker, but he also noticed the anxious fidgeting with her fingers even if she laughed everything off. He had no right to dig into her past, he didn’t care, but he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Now, they were stuffed in a jeep and he was watching the three of them squeezed into the back seat through the front mirror.

Siren was looking into the passing horizon, feeling that homesickness boil in her chest. She hasn��t been in Italy apart from her work ever since the CIA offered her the job. She remembers that it was pure torture coming back and it was making her sick to be in a place where she has lost everything. However, this time was different – she will finally make peace with herself.

“We didn’t even do a proper matriculation to you,” Soap pointed out, getting her out of self-pitying.

“There is a whole matriculation?” She raised her eyebrows in interest.

“Soap means getting wasted,” Gaz silently explained.

“I got to introduce you to proper scotch,” Soap’s accent sounded even thicker when he was speaking beside her.

Shrugging, she replied: “I’m more of a wine girl.”

“Of course you are,” Soap scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re Italian?”

“Not all Italians like wine,” she looked at him dumbfounded, ready to throw him out of the jeep. “And can you both sit normally?” She opened her thighs as she was sitting in the middle while she was squeezed between the two muscular guys, manspreading in their seats. Her thighs were shut together while both of them were sitting comfortably.

“My lap is still free to you, darlin’,” Soap tapped his thigh.

“I’d rather sit in the trunk.”

Gaz snorted down his laughter, shaking his head.

“I was trying to be nice, you know…” The Scottish soldier put his fake hurt expression on.

Rolling her eyes, she nudged his shoulder, “Says the guy who called me a fucking ambulance. Idiota…”

“You’re still on about that? I apologised!” The man nudged her shoulder back.

“It’s the same as if I’d say you are called Soap because you hate shower gel—“

“That’s bullshit!” Soap didn’t let her finish.

Turning to him, slightly moving her hands, she nodded: “Yeah! Exactly!”

“Alright you two, stop bickering already!” Price sternly said. “It’s like driving with a bunch of kids!”

Nudging her with his shoulder, Soap chuckled to himself and looked out of the window.

Ghost noticed the way the smile lingered on her face, but her eyes were somewhere in the distance, away from them all. A glint of sadness appeared in her eyes, her hand slightly twitching as she raised it to her chest to touch the chain with the dog tags, but she hesitated and let her hand drop on her lap.

Something has happened to her here. Ghost wondered if she will be able to face her past demons without putting them all in danger.

To her happiness, they soon pulled to the little base of the CIA located in Toscana. It was the place where she was serving in the Special Forces before she got the offer from the CIA. Now, this place was emptied – the Special Forces were moving deeper into Southern Italy, creating a bigger base. This place was not abandoned, but there weren’t enough people to make a fuss about.

The soldiers at the gate checked their identities, letting them in and soon enough her excruciating travel was over, hopping out of the jeep as soon as she got the opportunity. As she was trying to feel the muscles in her leg recover, a familiar face approached her, making her smile widely.

“Sirena!” The male rejoiced. “Non pensavo che ti avrei rivisto.”

The man, Giovanni has worked in the same unit as she. He has also gotten an offer from the CIA, but he has stayed in Italy, connecting his work with issues based around here. That’s why Laswell sent them into this base since the European and Russian department was close to it. Especially on this mission.

“Giovanni!” She returned the happy tone to him, slightly punching his shoulder. “Sei invecchiato. Non ti riconosco più.”

Making a sound of disdain, he looked behind her at the team. Walking closer to them, he nodded: “Task Force 141, nice to meet you.” His accent while speaking English made it seem like Siren wasn’t from here.

“Lieutenant, I’ve been instructed that I have your full support on this mission,” Captain Price shook hands with him.

Giovanni grinned, “Of course. It’s about time we catch the fucking Torros.”

The Lieutenant’s look dropped on the man with the same title as him, making him spare a look to Siren. “La maschera?”

Siren chuckled, tapping his shoulder, “Non lo so. Non chiedere.”

Motioning for them all to follow him, he aligned his steps with Siren’s: “Gli inglesi sono strani.”

“You have no idea,” she mumbled.

“She’s gonna bad-mouth us in Italian now?” Soap turned to Ghost, overhearing some fast-paced conversation in front of him.

The man didn’t look at him once, “I’d do the same.”

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It felt good to be in action. Another type of action that didn’t include using pheromones. The view in front of her was beautiful—Italy was beautiful even if it was painful to be here. But the massive vineyard smelled like summer and the moonlight on her head seemed soothing.

The winery in front of her was massive. It was dimly lit with some lights outside, but everything was quiet – maybe just a few guards inside of it, making sure everything was protected. It was an easy mission, all of them far more relaxed than going into a mine land.

The task was simple: get into the building without anyone noticing and get out.

Siren and Ghost moved towards the building. Soap and Price were in a different vineyard, about 30 kilometres from there.

Both of them soon made their way to the building, going around it, moving to the backside. Ghost peaked around the area, not even holding a pistol in his hands as he pushed his hands behind him, moving it slowly – it was a sign for her to go up.

Moving to the corner, she grasped the rain drainpipe, slightly tugging on it to know that it wasn’t about to crumble underneath her. Like a squirrel, she hopped from the ground, wrapping her hands around the pipe and placing her feet on the corner of the building. Climbing up, she reached a small rooftop and climbed on it, moving further to the closest window.

The window was left open—a part of stupidity or just common sense since there were few robberies in the wineries. However, only the top part was open, meaning that she will have to dismount the window anyways. But it will make the getting in part easier than just smashing it.

Placing her hand on the window sill, she held herself steady since the adrenaline was making her thighs quiver. Her free hand reached into the pouch attached to the front of her vest, taking out a few tools. Quickly, she loosened the hinges of the window and pushed it to the side, a gap opening for her to get in.

Holding the window with her one hand in place, she hopped through the window sill, ending up in the room and quickly fixing the window in place the way it was. Brushing her hands on her navy cargo pants, she exhaled, pushing the button on her comms, speaking into it:

“I’m in.”

She didn’t need to tell her alias, or another name because it was just her and Ghost in this channel.

“Keep me updated, Sergeant,” his voice rang in her ears through the earpiece in her ear and she nodded to herself, looking around the dark room.

“Roger that.”

Putting the tools back into her pouch, she quickly made her way out of the room she was in. Opening the door, she was in a dimly lit corridor with an open space to see the fermentation vessels standing below her. She really would wish to have a sip of some Chianti even if she wasn’t the biggest fan of it.

She didn’t waste more time, walking to the end of the corridor, making sure that her footsteps were as quiet as she could. Opening the door to the room, she was revealed with the office of the winery. Exactly where she needed to be.

Closing the door behind her, she looked around to notice if there were any other doors, and after making sure that there weren’t she took a small flashlight, that helped her guide her way to the table at the end of the room.

The table was filled with papers—numbers and whatnot, but it didn’t matter to her. She knew the documents won’t be put out in the open like that. Opening the drawers, she quickly skimmed through them, searching for anything that could catch her attention.

There was nothing.

Moving to the bookshelf beside the wall, she shone the light on the files, until her eyes dropped to the safe. Pressing the button on the comm, she announced silently: “Found a safe.”

“Know how to open it?”

“I’ll try my best,” she said, dropping to her knees and unhooking another pouch from her belt and placing it beside her. She pushed a little button up on her comms, so she wouldn’t need to press it in order to talk.

The safe was not really small. She didn’t know how to hack a lock or pick it, since it was safe, she will have to drill right through it. Taking a drill from her pouch, she attached the end of it, placing the flashlight in her mouth.

Pressing on the button, the drill hummed—it was loud, but she hoped that the distant sounds of the fermentation vessels will overthrow her.

“What are you doing?” Lieutenant’s voice rang in your head.

“Gonna drill and ruin the lock,” she replied incoherently from the flashlight stuffed in her mouth, before starting to drill.

She managed to overhear that he was saying something, but it was probably him wondering where the fuck did she get a drill from. Her hands were shaking from the impact of the lock, but this safe wasn’t as horrible as she has witnessed. It was fairly modest.

The drill quickly went through the lock, ruining the mechanism and she pulled the drill out, setting it on the floor, taking two little lock picks, and pushing it inside. Through the hole, which was made inside of the lock, she had to push the mechanism slightly to the side so that it would open up. It wasn’t an easy task, it took some time and steady hands, but finally she heard a little click, the metal creaking from her touch.

A victorious smile sat on her lips as she put the lock picks in her pouch and opened the safe. There was a stack of money on one side and on the other side, there was an envelope. Taking the envelope, she opened it, took out the papers, looking through the names of transactions.

They seemed normal. The frown on her face wiped off the victorious smile as she flipped through the pages not understanding any of this—she thought she was right. She had to be.

The transactions seemed legitimate. Signatures and dates looked normal. However, something caught her eye: every single zero on those pages was crooked. Putting the pages on the floor, and taking the flashlight out of her mouth, she shone some light over them.

Just a bunch of money was transferred and received from a variety of businesses. Some contracts are made with bigger companies outside Italy. However, the zeros were crooked, leaning to the right—she was right.

“Tell me what you see, Sergeant,” the impatient tone in his voice was clear.

“The zeros are crooked,” she breathed out, relief filling her chest.

“What?”

“You’re buying me the drink, Lieutenant,” the cockiness in her voice was clear. “I was right.”

“About zeros…” Even though comms his attitude was hearable.

Rolling her eyes, she turned off the channel, turning it to channel four: “Bravo 0-6, this is Siren, do you copy?”

After a moment of static noise in her ear, she heard a distant answer: “This is Bravo 0-6. How copy?”

“Good. Found what we need. Get the transactions from the safe. They look ordinary, look for crooked zeros.”

“Alright,” Captain answered. “Copy that. Over and out.”

Taking it as her cue to leave as well, she took the papers, pushing them back into the envelope and pushing them into her shirt. Closing the safe, she gathered all of her stuff, moving to the window. Opening it, she quickly moved down onto the little rooftop, not even bothering to close the window behind herself—they will know someone was in here in the morning.

Jumping down, she hissed from the electric pain moving from her feet up her knees, but she moved to the place where the Lieutenant was supposed to be. In the distance, his wide frame and the skull mask were terrifying, but it was good to realise that a man, with a physique like him, was on her side. Even if he didn’t admire her tactics.

“Contacted Price. We can go,” she informed and they both moved in the distance, into the forest where they left their jeep.

“What did you find?” He asked as soon as he sat in the driver’s seat, making her hop into the passenger's seat.

“Crooked zeros.”

The man looked at her, his dark eyes shining in the dark, letting her know that he wasn’t expecting that: “I thought it was a joke.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, she took out the envelope from her cleavage, waving it in his face: “Why would I be joking about it?”

A distant gruff was overheard as he started the engine, shaking his head: “I thought the gut stuff was bad. Now, you’re talking about bloody zeros.”

Chuckling, she clenched her hands: “Awh, you’re just mad you’re gonna buy me a drink. I drink only fancy stuff.”

“That wasn’t the deal,” he averted his eyes from the forest road.

“Now it is.”

She could swear, she heard him curse under his breath. Let it be a lesson for him to not doubt her gut feeling.

Translations (please fix them if they are wrong!)

"Idiota..." - Idiot in Italian

"Sirena" - Siren in Italian

“Non pensavo che ti avrei rivisto.” - I didn't think I'll see you again in Italian

“Sei invecchiato. Non ti riconosco più.” - You got old. I don't recognise you anymore in Italian.

“La maschera?” - The mask? in Italian

"Non lo so. Non chiedere" - I don't know. Don't ask in Italian

“Gli inglesi sono strani.” - The Brits are weird in Italian

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