Exactly what you think. Felicest, as much as I can find, as long as the quality is decent. Art, headcanons, fanfics, all that. Also will post just solo pics of 2p italy and aph italy
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Hi, so, this is very shameless self-promotion, but I wrote a thing. Not realllly explicitly Felicest, but you can definitely interpret it that way, I guess? To be honest, despite me writing this, I’m not sure myself what were their feelings for each other.
*facewalls* THAT FIC IS NOT OKAY. ON SEVERAL LEVELS. But it's pretty harsh on my emotions for several reasons; one, because the version of Luciano that I work with is the I'm-gonna-burn-the-world-down-and-make-it-my-bitch-Luci (making this really damn cute bc my muse is an utter asshole; my version of Luci wouldn't hurt Feli tho), and two, because DAMN IT I CAN'T DEAL WITH LUCI BEING SO CUTE AND VULNERABLE AND SWEET
I’m sorry [pats your shoulder]
I used to rp luciano as the biggest jerk in the world but I guess he kinda developed into this sweetheart? So I can totally see where you’re coming from.
But him being so vulnerable and nice helps make the fanfic more heartbreaking so =w=b yeah.
You best believe this was death on my emotions though, me and the person who’s portrayal of Feliciano I’m working with. We were crying for at least a good two weeks and then we agreed to bury this whole au. All the notes and writing for this is in a folder literally titled ‘FORBIDDEN AU’, that’s how bad it is.
so, since this is gonna be a really really fic from what I’ve already written (which is like, 6 1/2/ chapters) I’m gonna post the story on Ao3 from now on. All future, current, and past Felicest fics will be on Ao3 too. I’ll put up the link to it shortly
Additional Tags: Gang Au, established relationship, multichaptered fic, angst,
“Let’s….see…”
Feliciano murmured as he circled something else on his map in crayon. If they just took back this section of town, the Ascendants should be able to retain their hold over majority of territory. Should. There was the key word. He sighed and tucked the crayon behind his ear, turning when he heard a door opening and closing behind him. Luciano yawned as he walked in, a towel around his waist and one over his head, sleepily drying auburn locks. “Amore, you have to dry your hair properly.” He exclaimed as Luciano sat down beside him.
“Don’t care. Too tired.” The boy murmured, sitting still so Feliciano could reach over and dry him off, leaving him fluffy haired. “Thank you.”
“Mmm.” Feliciano grinned and planted a kiss on his forehead. “Ready for bed?” Luciano bobbed a nod and slipped the towel from his waist, getting up to find boxers and pull them on. “You don’t need any underwear!”
A towel hit him in the face for his troubles and he couldn’t help but laugh as Luci dropped on top of him. “Shut up…” Luciano mumbled sleepily.
He just laughed and pressed a kiss to Luciano’s forehead, rolling slightly so they could lay on his side, his boyfriend in his arms. “Alright alright~” Reaching over he flipped off the lamp and hugged him to his chest. “Good night Luciano.”
“Good night Feliciano.”
Falling asleep within a few minutes, Luciano dozed, his legs tangled up with Feliciano’s. The older man couldn’t help but smile at him. Luciano was peaceful in his rest. Unlike how he usually was, a frown etched in his brow from worry or pain. It would be great if he never had to see that pained look on his little lover’s face again. But….that would be impossible.
It was the same routine.
He fetched the gun from its’ usual spot, admiring the way it caught the moonlight, the black metal appearing silver for a brief moment. Flipping the safety off and cocking the gun, again, Feliciano aimed it at the boy, the barrel pointed in between his brows. Every night he asked himself if he could do this. And every night he steeled himself, his index finger on the trigger. And every. Single. Night. He couldn’t do it. The safety would be turned back on and returned to its’ spot.
Ironic; Feliciano still couldn’t bring himself to complete the first job he was given.
Luciano shifted in his sleep and Feliciano caught his breath. This happened often though, and his lover tended to go right back to sleep, but it still scared him. What if he woke up? No-- that was too horrible to even imagine. Feliciano sighed and began to lower the gun, pausing when Luciano shifted again, wrinkling his brow and making a small noise in his sleep. His heart stuttered before stopping altogether, his breath catching in his throat when those eyelashes fluttered, before his eyes opened. Frozen completely an unspoken prayer went up that he would just go right back to sleep. Maybe he wouldn’t see. Maybe he was too tired, too locked in the throes of sleep to notice.
Sadly his prayer was in vain.
Pink irises blinked the sleep away, focused on Feliciano briefly before they locked onto the gun. All he could do was watch as a flurry of emotions passed over his face, reflected in his eyes. First confusion, his brow furrowing slightly as his gaze went from the gun, to Feliciano, and back to the gun. Then anger- nothing short of pure fury making his eyes seem almost red in the waning light. And he knew he deserved nothing less. Sadness and betrayal came next; the hurt in his eyes cut Feliciano like a knife as they grew shiny with tears, threatening to spill over his eyelids and onto the pillows. And finally, resignation came, probably the most unexpected and definitely what hurt the most. The light in Luciano’s eyes had dulled as he looked back at Feliciano before he simply squeezed his eyes shut. And waited. Waited for him to pull the trigger and blast his brains all over the sheets. ‘It’s only the first of many. It’ll get easier’ Giovanni had said, the words come back to echo in his mind but the gun still shook in his hand. He still couldn’t breathe and his heart felt like it was going tear in two as he tried to squeeze the trigger.
He couldn’t do it. His breathing returned and it came out as a gasp, of relief maybe. Feliciano flicked off the safety and put it away, sitting up and turning his back on the man behind him. What could he ever hope to say to make things better? Could he even make things better-- what do you say to someone you were about to shoot in the face? “...Luciano, I--” The sound of the door closing softly made him go silent. Like a ghost Luciano had slipped away for the last time and there was no one he could blame but himself. Feliciano flopped onto his side, a hollow feeling in his chest and he was too empty to even cry, to feel anything other than regret.
Not a man, but a boy. Just a boy who didn’t ask for this and he took his love and just threw it back at him, poisoned in the most bitter of ways. Just a boy.
Additional Tags: Gang Au, established relationship, smut, multichaptered fic, angst
"Ah, Feliciano..."
Thumbs pressed in the indent of Luciano's hips kept them as still as humanly possible as he peppered his throat with kisses, his lips stopping at times to bruise thin skin with love bites. Luciano moaned softly at a hickey right under his jaw and hugged him tighter.
God he was fucking cute. Managing to work Luciano's arms off of him he pinned his wrists to the bed, one hand wrapped around both as he stopped thrusting almost completely. There was a low needy whine as Feliciano drew in and out of him achingly slow. And Luciano writhed but he couldn't make him go any faster, and he rolled his hips off the sheets, trying to get more friction. Feliciano pulled out, only the tip still in that warmth and Luciano moaned at the loss. "Feliciano please--" His words were that of the desperate and just heated that coil inside him, a shudder running up his spine as he met Luciano's eyes.
"Tell me what you want."
"I want you-- I need you Feli."
"Feliciano."
"Feliciano, please Feliciano."
He couldn't help but smile at Luciano as he pressed a kiss to his forehead. Few things were as endearing to him as the way the boy looked at him right now, unfathomable desire pooling in those eyes. All because of him. All of it for him. Luciano made it pretty fucking easy to be possessive of him. “Alright alright, contain yourself corleone.” He all but purred as he sheathed himself inside Luciano, the boy’s chest rising high enough enough to meet his lips. There was really no need to go fast. Luciano was subject to his every movement nonetheless. Slow, deliberate, he dragged out every thrust, each roll of his hips causing the boy beneath him to moan in pleasure.
A moan spiked into a gasp when he struck that spot and Luciano arched against him. "There, oh god right there--" Getting a better grip on his sweaty wrists as he continued to shove into him at a slow pace. "Feli go faster!"
"But why? This pace is fine with me." That was a lie; he ached to pound into him, to fill Luciano's mind with nothing but him, to make him go crazy for him. But he always did that. Undoing his little lover slowly was so much fun as well. "You should be more patient mi amore." He murmured as he hit that spot again. And again, and again, those delicious cries renewed with each stroke and it was beautiful. Heat pooled in his stomach as his orgasm drew closer and his body tensed against Luciano's. How close he was but he couldn't come yet. Pressing his mouth to Luciano's throat he licked over the bruises, catching the sweat that ran down his throat on his tongue, savoring the taste. All his.
He could feel his Adam's apple bob against his tongue as Luciano swallowed, voice box vibrating against his lips as Luciano let out a moan. So close- he could hear it in his voice as Luciano moaned out his name almost hoarsely. Goddamn if he didn't want to come just from hearing his voice. "Come on corleone, I wanna see you~" Feliciano murmured against his skin before positioning himself so he could look down at the boy. "Come on bambino." Luciano bit his lip in retaliation for that, struggling to keep himself composed even as Feliciano snapped his hips and Luciano threw back his head, on the verge of sobbing. "Come on amore, mi corleone, I wanna see you come." His own voice wavered as he neared his climax, only barely holding himself back as Luciano tightened around him. “Luciano. Luciano. Mi amore. Mi corleone. Mi bello. Mi angelo.”
A cry that bordered on a scream wrenched from his throat as Luciano came, squeezing Feliciano tight enough to spur his own orgasm, Luciano’s name a moan on his lips. “Luciano...do you have a voice fetish?” He asked once he got his breath back, letting go of his wrists and planting a kiss on his forehead.
“I...I do not.” He got out between gulps of air as he arched his back in a stretch, wiping tears from his eyes with the palm of his heel.
“Luciano, I’ve seen your face when I talk to you in Italian.”
“So?”
“I’ve seen the front of your pants too.”
“Shut up.” Luciano leaned up and kisses Feliciano before flopping back onto the bed, letting out a soft sigh as Feliciano brushed sweaty strands of hair out of his face. “Mmm...I love you…”
“I love you too.” He smiled and lay down beside him, letting Luciano curl up close to him, the warmth of his breath spilling over his chest and heating his skin. “Good night Luciano.” There was mumble that resembled a good night as Luciano pressed his face into his shoulder. Feliciano watched him sleep, comfortable, the sort of expression on his face that one sees when they feel loved. Safe. There was an incredible amount of trust that Luciano put in him and Feliciano knew it, because he saw how cautious Luciano was around others. Sleeping in the view of other Ascendants was a rarity; only when he was absolutely exhausted did it happen. And even then, Feliciano knew he trusted them...just not enough to leave himself completely vulnerable. But Feliciano was another story. In his arms Luciano felt completely safe.
And that was his error.
He pulled something out, a shape, rectangular of a sort and in the moonlight it was fully visible, a gun, loaded and aimed at Luciano’s face. Feliciano bit his lip, a frown furrowing his brow and he steeled himself, finger slipping over the trigger. It was just one job. That was all he had to do. Shoot Luciano. Shoot him, while Luciano slept, so he could stay innocent when he woke in angels’ arms. Luciano stirred softly but didn’t awake, a sigh tumbling over his lips in his sleep. His eyes crinkled in affection and he lowered the gun, returning it to it’s spot. “...No...Tomorrow…” Feliciano murmured to himself as he pulled Luciano into his arms, closing his eyes and dreading the next night.
But welcoming it as well. One more time to hold Luciano in his arms like this.
Sith!Luciano and Jedi!Feliciano entering a forbidden romance.
This is so late but imagine it--
Feliciano was probably given to the Jedi by his parents at a young age, once his parents saw that he was Force sensitive. They wanted him to hone his training rather than get discovered by the Sith. Their home planet had already been ravaged by the Empire and far be it from them that their son be another victim.
Luciano on the other hand, he grew up in the slums of an overcrowded city with every other kid who couldn’t find their parents. So when a Sith Lord stumbles upon him and offers him strength and glory that he could only dream of, of course he takes him up on his offer to leave the garbage behind.
Both of them grow in the tutelage of their masters: Feliciano’s mischievous nature and thirst for knowledge being honed until he emerged a mature young man, and Luciano’s intelligence and anger stoked until he became a calculated agent of the Empire.
They meet during Feliciano’s mission to defend a Queen of some random desert planet who Luciano’s been sent to silence
They end up battling in a throne room, and Luciano is a better master of the lightsaber but Feliciano is quick witted, and when Luci knocks the saber from his hand with the hilt of his sword, he kicks his legs out from under them. Luci drops his saber and Feli tackles him to the ground, pinning his arms.
And Luci is trying to get free while Feli is trying to reach inside his mind and Feli sees someone desperate be accepted and Feli goes “I believe in you!” or something equally corny and hugs him
Imagine a scenario where Feli jumpstartles Luci by leaping onto his back and wrapping his arms around his neck, but instead of getting startled Luci just grabs his legs and continues walking WHILE GIVING FELI A PIGGYBACK RIDE
He would do that too--
Feli probably looks real triumphant until he realizes that Luciano is completely ignoring him and just walking like nothing happened
Additional Tags: Gang Au, a clean fic, established relationship, future smut, multichaptered fic,
Feliciano drummed fingers on the table, the staccato of the tips of his fingers on the wood of his desk a relief from the silence. A man sat across from him, hands curled over the ends of the armrests and an easy smile on his face. How one could smile with the proposition, no, ultimatum, he had just given him, Feliciano would never know. Then again...had his grandfather not mastered this skill, and tried to instill it in him, his successor? Still--
“Have you thought it over?” The man- Giovanni D’Angelo, he had a name, a name that he would be wise to remember as long as they were partners- nodded to the picture in Feliciano’s hand. “It’s not that much to ask. Your grandfather would have had no problem doing this for an old friend of his, and it would assure me that his heir is interested in keeping me as a...friend.”
Hazel eyes were dragged to the picture once more with a sense. The man, no, boy, was gazing off at some unforeseen object, a sketchpad in his hand and a smile threatening to spread across his face. Innocent. But apparently not. “...Tell me who he is again? Sorry, I simply...need to get my information straight.” Feliciano said, giving the other an apologetic smile.
“Of course. That-” And there was a tap on the picture “-Is Luciano Palladino. I don’t know what surname he goes by now. Possibly D’Amore. He’s funny like that.” There was almost an affectionate tone at that, before Giovanni shook it off. “He’s seventeen years old, an expert fighter and he was the cause of a leak in my syndicate before I let him go. But...I have seen the error of my ways, and now I need for you to take care of him.”
“Because he has information on your gang.”
“Exactly.”
“Ah.” Feliciano gave a small nod and set the picture down. “And it would be unfortunate if that fell into the wrong hands; I understand.” Somehow he couldn’t help but feel bad for this boy; seventeen years old, and unfortunate enough to have been tangled up in this. A shame. But this was necessary to solidify his gang’s ties with the D’Angelos. One boy was not an issue. “So, if you don’t mind my asking of course...how did he get access to such information in the first place? I can only assume it’s not easy to get for a boy to receive such...high level information.”
A laugh bubbled up, deep and tinged with regret as the man leaned back in his seat, one hand buried in in greying red curls. Wondering if this sort of life would lead him to such old appearance even in youth Feliciano just waited for the laughter to die down quietly. “Not as gullible as one would expect of the youth hmm? I like you Feliciano.” He finally said as his laughter died down, his gaze traveling from the young leader out the window. “Ah...Luciano…he is my son.” Seeing that horrified look in the other man’s eyes in his peripherals Giovanni turned to look at him, interlacing his fingers together and resting his arms on the table. “My advice to you Feliciano Vargas- don’t have children. Because you will have three futures in front of you. One; you will be forced to put the burden of leadership on their shoulders. Two; you will have to bury them. And three...you will have to kill them.” With that, the man stood up, patting Feliciano on the shoulder. “Get close to him, shoot him from across the street. Kill him while he’s a boy or wait for him to be a man. Either way...I want...no. I need Luciano dead, Feliciano.” There was a small nod and Giovanni squeezed his shoulder gently. “It’s only the first of many. It’ll get easier.”
And with that, Giovanni was gone, leaving Feliciano with a picture on his desk and a growing weight on his shoulders.
