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My promised third contribution to the sexy evil babybird 🐦⬛ fanclub before going back to work in less than 48 hours after my 2 weeks break (end me right now).
I would have loved for this to be published around December 31st/January 1st, but as always, I'm a chaotic mess. (If anything, I've also managed to write some more of my main fanfic so I guess that's still an achievement? lol)
Enjoy! Or at least I hope you will
SYNOPSIS: Il Merlo invites you to celebrate New Year's Eve with him, his brother and his right-hand man at the sulfur mine in Collezolfo. The mood is tender and sweet, but why on Earth should you deny yourself another night of passion with your beloved Damiano? (You won't)
OTHER PLATFORMS: AO3 | Wattpad
WARNINGS: some suggestive stuff towards the end. Smutty, but not too explicit
CHARACTERS: Damiano Bastoni/Il Merlo, f!reader, Corrado Bastoni/L'Ombra, Ignazio Tessari (I feel like I'm starting to like him way too much for my own good 🤧), Rosaria
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December 31st was one of the most awaited evenings in San Celeste, one in which the town was just as lively as when the Palio came.
But December 31st was also an evening that most customers preferred to spend at home with their families. You had no family to return to, or rather – your “colleagues” had filled that role for years, so you always used to celebrate festivities with them. No surprises: just the same shared meals, drinking and flirting with lonely men at the local bar – something you enjoyed, nonetheless.
This time, though, something did come as a surprise to you: as soon as you walked out of your room, all dressed up and with your (carefully applied) makeup on, Rosaria stepped in front of you with a bouquet of hellebores in her hands.
“What is this?”
“Nu sacciu (I don’t know). A guy just asked me to deliver them to you” You could definitely sense a tiny bit of jealousy in her voice – as far as you knew, Rosaria had never received flowers before, but she'd lie if she said she didn't expect them, at least from... who was it again? Cesare? Sì, Cesare. “He said he drove all the way from Collezolfo for you to have them”
Collezolfo?...
As if sensing your heart beginning to race, a small piece of paper suddenly fell from the bouquet. You frantically picked it up – and couldn’t help but smile at the message that was written on it.
“I’m sorry for being gone for so long. Would you like to celebrate New Year’s Eve with me? If so, Ignazio is there to pick you up. I’ll wait for you at the mine. Il Merlo Damiano”
***
“So you must be...”
“Ignazio Tessari. Piacere (Nice to meet you)”
“Piacere mio, Ignazio. Thank you for coming to pick me up”
“Nessun problema. Il Merlo has given me many different tasks and responsibilities in the past, but this is by far the most enjoyable one”
You giggled. Ignazio seemed like a good guy. And he was a good driver, too: the ride took less than expected, in fact.
Waiting for you, at the (now deserted) mine, was another, way more intimidating new face: despite his blind eye, the stranger – who you could swear looked somehow similar to Damiano, but with even more scars – proceeded to scan you from head to toe with his big arms crossed. Then, with a refinement that surprised you both, he took your hand in his and gently kissed it.
“Me frati (My brother) is waiting for you”
“Frati? You’re... Corrado?” You smiled fondly. “I've heard all sorts of stories from Damiano about you”
“Davvero? (Really?) Damiano has never been the oversharing type. He must really see something special in you” You blushed. “Vieni (Come)”
***
You had never been to a sulfur mine before: all your life your eyes had always landed upon green fields, orange trees, vineyards at best. It felt nice, for once, to be able to see a different landscape, albeit in the dark. Walking around wasn’t easy (rocks were scattered pretty much everywhere), but with the help of Ignazio and Corrado you managed to make your way through the narrow paths and finally reach a shack filled with pots and pans – Ignazio's cooking station for the workers.
Sitting at a table (you could tell it had been brought there for the occasion) was Damiano, who quickly returned your smile as soon as he saw you approaching. You rushed towards him, careful not to trip on the rocks, and threw yourself in his arms. “You really did all this... for me?”
“Ah, it was the least I could do” He whispered into your ear as he cradled your head, still pressed against his shoulder. Then, he guided you towards the table and sat down with you. The chairs were slightly unstable due to the rocky ground, but as soon as you managed to find your balance, your fingers intertwined with his. “Ignazio did the best he could with what we had left in store after the carusi had their meals this morning. It won’t be like eating at San Celeste’s most refined restaurant, but he’s a good cook. Usually”
“I’m sure it’ll be delicious” You couldn’t help but keep smiling at how surreal, yet amazingly beautiful everything felt: one of the most, if not the most hated men in Collezolfo, behaving like the sweetest person you’ve had interacted with in a while.
“You look beautiful. Thank you for coming – I would have come to pick you up myself, but Don Spadaro had some business to discuss with me and Corrado”
Maybe that was really all it took? Show kindness to receive kindness in return? Or was it just plain luck? Either way, you decided to enjoy every single moment of that special evening without thinking too much.
Between a taste of Ignazio’s “special scrambled eggs” (they were actually really good!), a laugh with Corrado (you didn’t mind him interrupting your dinner once or twice) and many stolen glances with Damiano, time seemed to fly by really fast, and midnight quickly came: you could tell as soon as the botti (fireworks) began to light up the sky in the distance.
“Buon anno! (Happy New Year!)”
As was tradition, the moment was simultaneously sealed with a toast from Corrado and Ignazio – who were sitting on their own chairs a few feet away – and a tender kiss between you and Damiano.
Yet, as you pulled away, your lips slowly curved into a playful smirk. “You know... just in case you want more...” You took another sip of wine, purposefully breaking eye contact for a moment in order to tease Damiano. “... I have one rule stating that returning customers, mainly those who offer me flowers and dinner, don’t get charged on New Year’s Eve”
“That’s an oddly specific rule” He teased you back, right before caressing your leg under the table. “... but it’s an offer I would never refuse” And with that, you both rushed towards the storage. Damiano helped you sit on one of the big, wooden crates full of bread – right before planting his lips against yours once more.
The kisses were much deeper now, rough even. Just as he liked them.
“Ah... s-sì... !” You gasped as his hand slipped under your dress. Your arousal immediately grew as his fingering quickly turned frantic and passionate, prompting you to unbutton his shirt and caress his bare chest, then his face and his sweaty hair. His ragged breathing, so close to your body, kept you warm in the chilly night.
When he finally buried his head between your legs, you fully leaned back on the crate and let out your loudest, deepest moan.
Luckily for you, the fireworks managed to cover all the noises you two were making. But Corrado and Ignazio had already spotted the two empty chairs at the table – and they knew exactly what you two were doing.
“He’s one lucky bastard, me frati” Commented the former, smiling, before taking one last sip of wine. “Buon anno, Ignazio”
KINGDOM HEARTS III (2019)
HIRO: He's still here. In Baymax. In all of us.
SORA: Tadashi—he lives on in your hearts.
HIRO: Right. He'll always be a part of us, in some way.
SORA: And... when you're not strong enough, he'll make up the difference.
