Nightmares [2P!Italy|Luciano Vargas] by KohakuButterfly, literature
Literature
Nightmares [2P!Italy|Luciano Vargas]
2P!Italy|Luciano Vargus
Fem!Reader
Luciano grunted, wildly turning over in his sleep for the millionth time that night.
You stared tiredly at your husband, pondering the painful grimace adorning his features. You hadn’t been able to sleep since Luciano fell asleep, and started whining and tossing around in his slumber. Sometimes, on nights like this, you would just get up and sleep on the couch.
But this was one of those different nights; something in your gut told you it was - so you stayed.
Luciano’s sleeping form flopped back around to face you and groped around the bed searching for something. When his tan h
2p!italy x reader - sweet and spicy(part 3) by AUtaliaxreader, literature
Literature
2p!italy x reader - sweet and spicy(part 3)
The blonde opened the door and looked down at you.
"Lovely. Fabulous. I love it" he smirked and nodded.
You looked down and shrugged a bit.
"Thanks?" You turned your statement to a question near the end.
"Of course~ now. I must know your name, Bella. And you must know mine as we will be seeing each other a lot and you need a friend in the place or else you'll go insane." He chuckled slightly
"_____" You replied, chuckling slightly.
"What a perfect name, for a perfect woman." He smiled softly "my name is Flavino Vargas. But you can call me Flavi or even Flavio. Whichever."
You nodded, smiling at his compliment. "Nice to meet you Flavi."
2p Italy x reader - sweet and spicy (part 2) by AUtaliaxreader, literature
Literature
2p Italy x reader - sweet and spicy (part 2)
It wasn't long after you spoke that the Italian empire had you sit.
"Your clothes are filthy." He complained, glaring darkly at you.
Looking down at the torn clothes you wore, you nodded slightly.
"I apologize, sir. These are all I have and I have no way of washing them." You spoke softly, voice still shaky.
This was the man who killed your family, your best friend, a and now he wanted something with you?
Italy nodded. "Fine. You will be properly clothed after out chat."
"Pardon me sir? A chat?" You questioned, tilting your head slightly.
"Yes. A chat. And quit acting so formal. It irritates me. Be yourself. I know none of your kind sp
2p Italy x reader - sweet and spicy by AUtaliaxreader, literature
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2p Italy x reader - sweet and spicy
You were not very well know in your town.
The only thing you were known for was your attitude.
There was thing many didn't know about you and that was a good thing.
You absolutely lived for good food.
That's why it was hell when the Italian Empire invaded your small country.
The man everyone feared. Right here. In your country.
Food and water became hard to get and you were worried.
Your best friend had been shot for disobedience when Italy, as the man chose to go by, made his pout clear to us that he was not to be messed with.
You still used what you had to cook, though it was hard. The smells from your stove drifted through the town
2p!Italy x Reader The Light in My Darkness Part 2 by SnowKitsuneXD, literature
Literature
2p!Italy x Reader The Light in My Darkness Part 2
After that peculiar dream, the owner of said dream couldn't help but wonder about this girl. Every few moments, thoughts of 'her' always kept popping into his subconscious.
Who was she? What does that have to do with me?
The magenta-eyed Italian had no answers, but he could feel that the darkness that once threatened to eat away his sanity had stilled to a stop, or at least slowed... for now anyways.
Ignoring his thoughts for a while, he decided to go about his regular business as usual.
~Narrator~
Every day Luciano payed the thoughts no mind, the more the light in his dreams shrunk and dimmed. Each dream displaye
2p!Italy x Reader The Light in My Darkness Part 1 by SnowKitsuneXD, literature
Literature
2p!Italy x Reader The Light in My Darkness Part 1
The rhythmic tapping of gloved fingertips on a wooden armrest echoed through the dark, silent room. The person responsible for the light noise was a young Italian man by the name of Luciano Vargas.
Said Italian sat upon a wooden chair with scarlett splattered cushions in the middle of the room he currently reside in. One arm lay flat on the armrest, its respective hand continuously repeating the random series of tapping on the solid surface. His other arm was bent at the elbow and its respective gloved hand caressed his cheek, supporting his head.
He wore a dark brown uniform with a black tie and collared shirt underneath, a