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nicco-needs-love · 3 years

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

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

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

(1/3) White Proposal

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, I wanna propose."

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

"Huh?!"

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

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

"Well… Nicco's different."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ildio laughs aloud once, closing the door behind him.

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

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

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

"Hey, Nicco."

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

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

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

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

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

"Just thinkin' about stuff."

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

"So uh-"

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

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

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

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

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

"Niccolò."

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

"Y-yes?"

"I uh… Listen, augh- dammit."

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

"...I wanna marry you."

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

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

"I- the funny thing is…uh…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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dylangoodacre · 7 years

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{The} Teenager Chronicles • Part Three •

The “Kids Zone” was a new addition to the fair this year. There were the plastic, white tables and chairs that they had all over the place but now they were in a special robed off area. There were more corn hole games and a dunk tank and even someone selling pop and popcorn just for the kids. It was secluded and probably boring, and you couldn’t really hear the music or look at the area where all the cool high-schoolers were, but it was nice. It was simple and not crowded and it was the place where Dylan sat by herself and ate her second helping of pirogies for the day. She put ketchup on them which the guy who sold them to her said was weird, but that’s how she’d always eaten them so she shook it off. A boy from the middle school was sitting in the dunk tank and he’d talked to her, but other than that, a majority of her age population was by the “25 & Alive” tent, karaoke-ing, talking, and probably getting frisky behind the old fire station.

“Dunk tank! Four balls for four dollars!” The bug-eyed middle schooler shouted, “Come on, Dylan! You know you want to throw some balls!” “I really don’t, Quincy!” Dylan said with her mouth full. “Yeah you do! Rhett showed me the other day! You gotta have some powerful swing in your arm the way you hit Greyson!” Dylan frowned, shoving her plate from in front of her, “What are you talking about?” “The Fossssters,” Quincy teased, “The whole school saw you crying like a baby! Oh, and punching your brother ‘cause your parents are in jail forever! I mean, they killed two people! They should be in jail forever!” “Shut up,” Dylan stood up, instantly beginning to cry, “Shut up!” “Yeah, if I don’t are you going to hit me?” “I’m--I. You--” Without thinking of much of anything, Dylan rushed over to the dunk tank, dunked the boy and yelled, “Screw you!’ before hurrying all the way home.

For the amount of police officers there were at the fair, none of them really saw anything. They helped traffic and had their own little first aid booth near the bands, but other than that, the cops were clueless. If you walked really far to the right of the fair even past the big slide and the one church, it smelled like weed. There was a picnic pavilion sort of area by a parking lot where young stoners had been getting high since the beginning of time. It was ironic that it was just beyond the churches property, but then again, everything in Brooksville was funny one way or another. Coughing, Isaiah grinned as he passed the final bits of a blunt to his classmate, squirting eye drops in his eyes before making his way to the fair area. He wanted everything that was greasy and gross tasting. He also wanted to make out with someone again, but his salty food craving was surpassing that other desire momentarily. After consuming a full order of fried veggies, an elephant ear and three fried Oreos, Isaiah made his way to the DJ area next to the old fire station. His same stoner classmate bumped knuckles with him, showing him a video of a girl sucking him off in a rusty looking place. It was apparently the new, hidden make-out area on the basement level of the fire station. It was an old jail cell and you could sneak into it and have privacy easily. Isaiah wasn’t a fan of cobwebs or possibly being caught during a hook-up, but he was a couple joints and drinks into the night and felt a little bit like anything was possible.

“Isaiah, they showed clips of you skinny dipping last episode,” A big-breasted, senior girl, Nina, said, draping her arm around his neck, “They blurred out the good parts though.” “Ha-ha, Neen, very funny.” “I’m serious!” They were standing in a decent sized group of juniors and seniors, all of which were either high, drunk or both, and had a reputation of being the cool, party kids, “You’re coming over Jessica’s later and we’re going in the hot tub.” Isaiah’s eyes were glazed off but he smirked, “Alright, babe, alright.” Seconds after, Nina’s lips centimeters from Isaiah’s neck, a fight broke out and all Isaiah caught was Brooklyn wailing on a kid with both fists, screaming over and over again about how he loved Noa, and Isaiah felt like he wanted to puke up all his fair food. “Daammnnn,” Nina laughed, “What the hell’s his problem?” Isaiah noticed Noa from across the street, disheveled and alone, but didn’t hesitate too long before taking Nina’s hand and heading for the jail cell, “Who cares?”

The fun house and the mini dragon roller-coaster had been a part of the fair for as long as it existed. Maybe not really, but for most of the residents that’s what it seemed like. The roller-coaster was small and creaky and went in circles. The fun house was long, a few steps up, but boring. Still, year after year, the new generation of small kids flooded to the two rides, hitting up the cotton candy stand and tiny ferris wheel afterwards. Koby stood awkwardly in the center of it all, watching as two twin boys and their parents braved the fun house. Koby was waiting for some of his other housemates to get there, and in the midst of it all, he’d instinctively ended up where he would’ve taken his siblings - by the kiddie rides. He missed them a lot, and as much as he tried to not talk to Waverly about them, he couldn’t help it. Koby’s life up to that point had been centralized around his younger brothers and sisters. He was used to being the man of the family and taking care of his pride, and now, well, he was just a sixteen year old kid trying to get by.

“Emilio! Be careful!” A mother scolded, shouting for her curly, black-haired son as he ran full speed towards the fun house, “Emilio!” Accidentally, the little boy barreled into Koby, and he let out a reflective grunt. “Ay dios mio, Emilio, apologize!” The mom pleaded, standing the little boy back up on his feet and wiping off dirt from his knees. “Oh, no, it’s okay,” Koby smiled, “It happens. I have seven siblings back at home so I’m sadly used to it.” The mother smiled and took a few steps forward toward the fun house before turning back to Koby with worrisome eyebrows, “I don’t think they’ll let me take him in the fun house,” She gestured towards her stomach, “It says no pregnant women.” “Mm, congrats! And don’t worry about.” He gently ruffled the little boy’s hair, “I’ve secretly been dying to go explore it anyways.” Reaching in her pocket for some cash, the mother beamed, “You are an angel!” “I’m not at all actually,” Koby admitted, “But thank you, thank you. Keep your cash. Uh, can you just promise me one thing?” “...Okay?” “...Keep being a good mom. There’s lots of kids in the world with really crappy ones.”

Some girls really dressed up for the fair. Others didn’t. Some straightened their hair while others curled theirs. Some wore heels for the nighttime and some were casual in sweatshirts and sweatpants. Avalon was a happy medium. She’d perfectly flat-ironed her hair pin straight and applied lots of makeup that still gave her a natural look. Her lips were glossy and pink and her eyeshadow was light but sparkly and she felt good about herself. This was something like Avalon’s fifth or sixth fair, but the day after the festivities she would be turning sixteen and that was a big step in any teenagers life. Sixteen brought driving, getting a job, new responsibilities, and finally stepping into the senior division at dance. It brought bigger upperclassman parties, and being considered just a little bit cooler than any of the fifteen year olds around. Anxiously, Avalon pulled at her white crop top and sat down next to Birdie and a few of the other girls and guys in her grade. A couple guys were tearing at a funnel cake together and when one of them blew some powdered sugar the girls way, Avalon put some on her hands and rubbed it on the boys cheeks. It was messy, but it was flirty fun, and then the street lights turned on and the sun set at the fair.

“Avalon Shaffer if you don’t go make out with Dallas right now I am going to punch you so hard in the boob you’re not going to know what hit you!” “Yeah I will know what hit me! You punching me in the boob,” Avalon smart-talked back to her best friend, Mia, “You just said you were going to hit me.” “Oh...my...God,” Mia was standing in the tiny, girls bathroom in the old theater, reapplying Avalon’s lipstick and mascara and trying to convince her bestie to lock lips, “Just go do it!” “Dallas is too cool for me!” Avalon shrieked a little too loud. “Dallas liked Kylie before and she’s lame, okay? You’re way cooler and he’s such a good dancer and, I’m crying, your babies are going to be blonde Asians!” “Mia!” Avalon slapped her on the shoulder, “Shut up!” “Then go do it!” “Fine!” Avalon shoved her iPhone in her over the shoulder purse and scurried down the steps, out of the theater, and over to the back of the fire station where all the boys and girls were playing their rendition of “Seven Minutes In Heaven,” but in the woods. “Hey!” Mia yipped, out of breath as she addressed the group, “Where’s Dallas?” “He already went to hook up with Logan.” Mia turned to Avalon and mouthed, “What?” “...Oh,” Avalon crossed her arms over her chest, giving a fake smile to her best friend, “I didn’t...I didn’t want to really anyways. I. I don’t like him that much, so.”

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