R O Y A L T Y.

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unfortunateone.

         ❝ got lots to say, nick ! ❞ that small kiss to his knuckles is enough to make cheeks turn red, nuka giving nicki’s hand a small squeeze. but then he pouts, carefully moving to he can pull nicki’s arm around his shoulders and press into his side. ❝ i’unno what you’re talkin’ about, honest. ❞ nuka presses his face into nicki’s shoulder, although he peeks at him with a small smile. his arms wrap around nicki’s waist, lips pressing a quick kiss to his shoulder. ❝ completely clueless. ❞

          ❝ i know you do, sweetheart. ❞ the blush on nuka’s cheek brings a genuine smile to nicki’s lips, letting him get closer and wrapping an around around him. he always likes to keep nuka close, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like making nuka work for it. ❝ well, baby, let me remind you. how ‘bout the time you had me pin you to the wall ‘cause that girl kept staring over at us ? or when the bartender slipped me his number and you kept whining and kissing up on me, huh ? ❞ he talks softly, letting his arm go from nuka’s shoulder down to his back pocket as he raises an eyebrow.

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unfortunateone.

          ❝ shut up, lemme finish my damn sentence and ya’d know what i mean ! ❞ but he’s smiling, that grip on nicki’s sleeve tightening, if only for a moment. he’d do anything to get nicki to look at him ( not even do anything – just look at him or a second ), lower lip between his teeth as he watches him. for years, being within close proximity of the other has made his heart race in the best way possible. fingers trail down nicki’s arm until he’s grabbing his hand, fingers intertwined. ❝ y’could go out with me, for a li’l bit. if ya want, i mean. ❞

          ❝ nah, talk faster. i replied to what you said, youre the one who kept talking. ❞ it’d be a lie if nicki said he didn’t love watching nuka like this, smiling and clearly fighting for his attention. he gives in, if only a little, when nuka takes his hand by bringing it up to his lips and kissing his knuckles. ❝ yeah, i could do that. dunno though, someone has a few jealous tendencies when we go out together, nuka. ❞ he smirks again, eyebrow raised as he looks at the smaller boy, teasing him.

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unfortunateone.

                    @stringking * / dumb boys.

          ❝ what are you doin’ ? not like - not like RIGHT NOW, i mean like – tonight. ❞ he’s trying to be slick, maybe, leaning against the wall beside the other and pressing a little closer than usual to him. at this rate, he might as well throw an arm around him and call it a day. instead, he settles for letting his fingers curl into the sleeve of nicki’s jacket. he pulls him closer, a small smile playing at his lips. ❝ ‘cause ! my parents got some bullshit party thing, ‘n i know yours are goin’ to it, to, and vivianna – i dunno, she might be at a friend’s. i don’t keep track of her. but ! y’should come over. tonight. ❞

          ❝ m’standing nere next to you, what does it look like i’m doin’ ? ❞ he’s being a smart ass because he can, a response past his lips before nuka’s even done talking. he’s got the stupid smirk on his face as he looks down at the other, moving closer when his sleeve is tugged upon and wondering how far the pretty boy will go to get him in his room tonight. ❝ yeah, m’parents are going, obviously. dunno, didn’t really have any concrete plans but i was thinking about going out for a few hours. but maybe i won’t, who knows. ❞ 

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Ronnie Radke & Daughter Willow Radke

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          A QUICK MUSE LIST FOR THOSE WONDERING WHERE YOU CAN FIND ME

alessandro “nicki” nicchiniello / low activity / @stringking

summer mcqueen / semi-hiatus bc low muse / @neverfollowing

shay philips-aguilar / main blog / @atticdweller

duck mclaughlin / very low activity / @paidreacha

mateo salvador / semi-hiatus / @wasforgotten

luis aguilar / selective activity / @renegadeflame

violet salvador / tbh i dont know but i love her i refuse to abandon this blog / @mcrningmoon

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Reminder: If your dad sucks, I’m your dad now

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vaindeceit.

          he’s not afraid to admit how worried he becomes of the other, especially when there’s too man things around to put him on edge. although the extent of the situation, he can’t help but laugh. ❝ well, y’know, you never taught him not to, my love. ❞ he smiles, fingers combing easily through nicki’s hair. ❝ hey, he loves his cat. outside of shay, that’s his only friend. right, i forgot about that – i hate your stupid kid sometimes. ❞ he’s always nicki’s kid when he’s doing something dumb.

          he hates making dillon worried but in this line of work, he can’t NOT give it his all - he’ll quickly be replaced as the top of the top and he doesn’t want that. at dillons laugh, nicki can’t help but smile a little wider, wrapping his arms around him. ❝ yeah, well, i was busy. and now it’s biting me in the ass because my eighteen year old has no sense of how much money is worth. ❞ he rolls his eyes, leaning into his touch. ❝ yeah, i know he does, but he does not need to be spending that much money on that cat in one month. fuck you, he’s our stupid kid. ❞

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vaindeceit.

          he’ll take this over their typical day, without a doubt. it’s comfortable, makes it easier to be around each other. once nicki acts all high strung, the whole damn house is in disarray. dillon grins, returning the kiss and stealing one more while he can. ❝ five grand ? i mean, for him, it ain’t too far fetched – but what the hell is out there spendin’ five grand for ? he’s eighteen years old ! ❞

          it’s a nice to feel like he’s not about to have a damn aneurysm because of something someone said to him. it almost makes him feel NORMAL for once. ❝ i wanna be surprised, but i’m really not. kid uses his credit card as if it was just a money dispenser sometimes. ❞ he sighs, pressing a few more kisses to dillon’s lips. ❝ mostly cat shit, he spends way too much money on his damn cat. he also paid like 500 bucks at the dentist, but i’m assumin’ that had something to do with shay screamin’ a couple weeks ago. ❞

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vaindeceit.

          silence is not something he’s attempted to get used to in this house, but he’s grown comfortable with it. he’d rather have it be quiet than people running in and out, though. he moves to settle in the other’s lap, a leg on either side of him. fingers trail lazily down nicki’s chest, a hum escaping his lips. ❝ oh yeah ? glad to hear it. ❞ he smiles, moving to rest his hand against the other’s cheek. ❝ yeah ? what’s goin’ on, huh ? ❞

          though it’s not something to get used to, silence is definitely welcomed when it passes through the house. it leaves things calm, making nicki a lot less stressed out and less likely to snap. hands settling on dillon’s thighs, he presses a quick kiss to the other’s lips before squeezing his thighs gently. ❝ mhm. nothin’ really, just makin’ sure everything’s paid off properly. d’you know emery spent almost five grand last month ? m’gonna shred his damn credit card. ❞

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vaindeceit.

          it’s been too quiet recently, the house nearly empty a majority of the time. he’d grown used to people being in and out of the place, causing some kind of problem. but these past few days, it’s been just him and nicki. hands ghost over the man’s shoulders before he leans forward, lips pressing lazy kisses along his neck. ❝ what’re you doin’ ? ❞ fingers move through nicki’s hair, pulling it out of his eyes for a moment. ❝ anything important ? ❞

                    @stringking / FOR U.

          quiet is a rarity when it comes to the nicchiniello home. there’s always something - or someone - causing some kind of trouble that nicki has to fix. it’s been quiet lately, allowing nicki to focus on smaller details, something he doesn’t get to do as often as he’d like. a smile spreads across his features as dillon comes in, one hand ghosting over his side as he looks at him. ❝ nothin’s as a important as you, my love. ❞ he shrugs, pressing a kiss to his hand. ❝ but, if you must know, finance shit, nothin’ pressing, though. why ? ❞

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boundedby.

          she had done what she could to hide her tears from ellie, who gave her a quick hug for good measure before running upstairs. but she cannot hide them from nicki, the man who could always read her like an open book. she’s quick, however, to wipe her eyes before draping her arms over nicki’s shoulders. ❝ it was just, um – it was luis. ❞ she tries to brush it off, fingers curling into the other’s hair. ❝ shay’s - shay’s in the hospital. they’re not sure what’s wrong, and - and now i’ve got to tell emery, but i’m not real sure how. that’s his best friend, nick, and shay’s such a good kid. ❞

          if there’s one person nicki knows through and through, it’s his wife. he can tell something’s off before he even notices her wiping her eyes, but the worry only grows when he does. ❝ c’mon, i got you. ❞ he speaks softly, a softness he reserves only for his queen. keeping her close, he uses one hand to wipe her eyes softly, pressing a kiss to her cheek at the same time. ❝ hey, it’s okay. we can tell him together, alright ? you don’t gotta go this shit alone, my queen. what happened ? ❞

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Steal five dollars and you’re a common thief. Steal thousands and you’re either the government or a hero.

Terry Pratchett, Going Postal (via awesome-books-you-must-read)

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          ❝ laila ? who was that, hon ? ❞ he asks, coming down from his office and wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her close. he pushes the hair out of her face and tucks it behind her ear, a frown settling on his face. ❝ what’s wrong, my love ? why are you upset ? ❞ his demeanor softens considerably as he holds his wife to his chest, unsure what happened since he went upstairs to his office.

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boundedby.

          ❝ don’t be stupid, ❞ she snaps, nose crinkling in something akin to disgust. she hates the idea of nicki doing something so risky, especially if nuka is going to be tagging along. between those two men, they’ve got too much to lose. anger laced words die out and she nearly deflates, shoulders slumping as exhausting aches her bones. ❝ you’re goin’ to get hurt, my king. and what do i tell emery and ellie ‘bout you being gone for so long ? they’ll start gettin’ suspicious eventually. ❞

                    @stringking / starter call.

          he has to resist the urge to roll his eyes at his wife, knowing that her words come from a place of worry more than distrust. ❝ ain’t bein’ stupid. ❞ he repeats, walking around his office as he looks for last minute supplies he thinks he might need. after the STUNT beau played a few months back, nicki’s not taking any chances - he deals with traitors personally. ❝ i won’t get hurt, my queen. c’mere. ❞ he stops running around to wraps his arms around her waist and pull her to him. ❝ the only person i trust more than nuka is you. he’s not gonna let shit happen to me, alright ? i’ll call every night, make ‘em think i’m just on a business trip or somethin’. just - have a little faith in me, laila. ❞

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--- HEADCANON 002

          alessandro “nicki”” nicchiniello has exactly one weakness: his wife. he’s been head over heels for laila ever since he was nineteen years old and he fought tooth and nail to be with her, he’s not going to let anything hurt her now. of course, nicki loves his children -- ellie and emery are his moral compass and he would do anything to keep them safe ( in fact, he’s paid upwards of a million dollars in ransom without batting an eyelash to assure his son’s safe return ) but even that doesn’t compare for the protectiveness nicki feels over laila. he’s made no secret that his wife is the most important person in his life, which puts a very obvious target on her back. because of this, nicki has a detail of about four or five men, all personally picked by laila, who follow her around when he can’t. 

          to hurt nicki, you can’t go after his business or his money. you can’t even go for his kids. no, to bring nicki down to his knees, you simply have to get to his wife first.

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Ash Costello Interview with Music Junkie Press 2015 (x)