Shop Mobile More Submit  Join Login
About Varied / Hobbyist IvoryMoonnFemale/United States Recent Activity
Deviant for 3 Years
Needs Core Membership
Statistics 193 Deviations 1,285 Comments 8,989 Pageviews

Newest Deviations


Journal History




IvoryMoonn's Profile Picture

Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States


317 deviations

Mature Content

or, enter your birth date.



Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
Realizing that this was the first piece of silence I had gotten all day, my eyes closed as my hands dropped into my lap, determined to enjoy it. Everything that had happened today was slowly rushing back over me. It picked at the back of my mind and left me with emotions I couldn't quite grasp. What exactly was I going to do? I honestly had no sense of life or freedom for the time being. My life was the mafia now. Which, taken out of context, sounded really badass. I smirked slightly but my amusement fell from my face when I remembered Toni and his bravery today. I really should visit him. Sighing, my knees pulled up to my chest and I let my head fall back.

"Oi, ragazza!" My eyes flew open, instantly meeting stunning, endless amber depths. "It's-a not a good idea to keep Nonno waiting."

Lovino took a few steps until we were fairly eye level and offered me his hand. I had been fully prepared to give him dirty looks and tell him to fuck off, but his act of unprovoked kindness took me off guard. Cautiously, I placed my palm into his, fully expecting him to hoist me up. He surprised me again by lowering his head, gently brushing his lips against my knuckles and then pulling me up. We caught each others gaze and stared for a moment.

"Lovino?" I questioned, slightly confused and overwhelmed by the amount of eye contact taking place.

"Stai bene?" He questioned, studying me closely.

"English." I deadpanned. He rolled his eyes at me but repeated himself anyway.

"Are you okay, ragazza?"

"I mean..." I scratched the back of my head and looked down at myself. "Sure? Why, do I look weird?"

"You know that's not what I-a meant." Lovino muttered, climbing back up the steps. I stood there for a moment, eyebrows raised, watching his back.

"Are you..." My eyes widened and I pointed at him as he turned around. "Is Mr. Grumpy CONCERNED about me?!" My hands flew to my cheeks and I gaped excessively. His face twisted up in embarrassment and shock.

Zitto, ora!" Lovino hissed. I laughed at his reddening cheeks. "It's not like I-a care!" He huffed and started stomping away.

"Aww, don't be like that Luigi!" I ran after him, catching his shoulder and making him turn around.

"What the fuck do you-a want?" Lovino growled, still looking very embarrassed. I made a face at how rude he was being, causing him to sigh and stuff his hands into his pockets at my display of displeasure.

"Thanks," I smiled up at him and he blinked in shock. "You're the first person to ask." Against my better judgement and lack of fucks to give, I hugged him. He stiffened, making me think he was uncomfortable with the sudden contact. I began to pull away, but was stunned when he returned the gesture and pulled me against him. Smiling, I pressed my face into his chest and leaned into him.

"Kesesesese! Already making a move, Luigi?"

"Ohnhonhon! My, you are fast Lovino!" We pulled apart to see the door to the room wide open and everyone trying to get a decent view of what was going on.

"Ve~ Does this-a mean Lovi has a girlfriend Nonno?" Feli asked, looking over to see the boss with a very amused face. I barely had enough time to pull away before Lovino blew up.

Che cazzo, fratello?! Perché cazzo stavi guardando noi?!" He screeched throwing his hands in the air.

"It seems as if he's been-a found out!" Romeo laughed. "Shame, too. I wanted a chance."

"EXCUSE you?" I demanded, planting my hands on my hips. "The hell do you think I am? I'm not your blow-up sex doll replacement, freak!" I flipped him off.

"Ohnhon! So fiery!" Francis whistled.

"I'll light a fire beneath your ASS, you frog leg fucker!"

"Easy there, signora." Romeo chuckled.

"I'll show you easy," I growled, marching forward to beat his ass. Lovino was quick to catch my shoulder.

"I wouldn't-a do that if I were you." The hot headed man smirked. "He's a masochist. He'll-a enjoy it." I busted up laughing at this new piece of information.

"I am-a not! You liar!" Romeo defended. "
Sei una cagna mentendo!"

Hai appena chiamato una cagna, figlio di puttana?" Lovino hissed angrily, his hand drifting to his waist. They stared at each other, the air thick with tension. I looked around to see everyone except Feli and Nonno watching with amused faces.

"Ve~ Fratello, I don't-a think-"

"Shut it, Feliciano." Romeo barked. "He needs to-a learn how much of a bitch he-a really is."

"Maybe we should-a take this up with Maria." Lovino said with a smirk. Romeo's eyes darkened. A few 'ooo's could be heard behind him.

"You better watch what you-a say, fratello. Or I'll have-a to shut your-a mouth for you."

"Who's-a mouth, Romeo? I'm sure Maria needs someone to-a keep her mouth shut for her." Lovino commented smugly. Rage filled Romeo's eyes. In one blinding motion, he whipped out his gun and clicked off the safety. Lovino lazily returned the gesture, almost as if this whole thing amused him.

"Watch yourself." Romeo stated in a rather threatening nature. As terrifying as this stand off seemed, I was getting rather tired of watching them puff their chests out. I made an annoyed face and stepped out in front of Lovino, fluidly removing the weapon from his hand.

"Thank you." I hummed, walking away from his stunned expression to retrieve Romeo's gun. "And thank you." I presented both of them to Nonno, who took them with a nod.

"Che cazzo?" I heard the dueling brothers mutter in unison as I brushed past the wall of people to take up my purse. Checking the time on my phone made me realize that it was actually fairly early in the afternoon.

"Jesus, I'm hungry." I commented, remembering that I hadn't eaten since last night.
"Are we still going to grab something or nah, Feli?"

"Ve~ Um, well..." He looked fairly startled.

"How about you-a show the signora some real Italian and-a make some pasta, si?" Nonno asked, locking up the weapons in his desk. Feli instantly lit up and started jumping for joy.

"PASTA!" He sang loudly and ran out of the room. I giggled at his enthusiasm and followed behind him.


"Oh my gosh, that was fantastic!" I moaned, completely filled with Feli's amazing cooking. He smiled at me from across the table and stack both of our plates together.

"I'm glad you-a liked it."

"It would have-a been better if it were pizza." Lovino grumbled, adding his plate to the forming pile of dishes.

"Pizza is great, but that was amazing." I sighed as I stretched.

"That was-a good, Feliciano." Nonno complimented as he collected dishes. He seemed rather pleased to get approval from Nonno. I stood, beginning to help out the bubbly Italian, when something glittering in the corner of my eye caught my attention. A medium sized stage sat at the far end of the restaurant.

"Never noticed that before." I commented offhandedly.

"It doesn't get used often around here." Gil explained.

"Why don't you just do karaoke every Friday or something like that? Let bands play gigs on the weekends." I thought aloud. Nonno seemed to appreciate my input.

"That sounds like a good idea, signora." He praised, reaching into his pocket to answer his ringing cellphone. I smiled at him but my attention was still focused on the stage.

"Ohnhonhon~ Why don't you sing something for us, mademoiselle?" Francis suggested cockily. I shook my head.

"Maybe some other time. For now, I would kind of like to go home if that's alright with you?" I asked to no one in particular as a picked up my phone to text Arthur.

"Today has-a been a rather full day for you, signora." Nonno said sympathetically. "We will-a touch base tomorrow, si? I still need an answer from you."

"That's fine." I looked up with a smile as I threw my phone back into my bag. "Thank you for everything. It was nice meeting all of you!" A chorus of goodbyes were given as I walked towards the door. "C'mon, Lovino. I'm not waiting on your sorry ass."

"What?" He asked, very confused.

"You won the race so you get to take me home, remember?" Francis and Gil gave a knowing laugh.

"If 'e does not take you 'ome, I will be more zhan pleased to do so myself~" The Frenchman gave a perverted smile.

Lovino rolled his eyes and walked over to the door. I flipped off Francis and offered one last farewell as Lovino held the door open for me and we stepped outside. The sun was bright and annoyed me as I waited on Lovino to unlock his car. I was more than grateful to be able to get out of that place for the day.


"IGGYBROWS!" I yelled into my apartment as the door slammed behind me. The fading noise of squealing tires made me roll my eyes. Lovino could be such a damn show off.

"I thought I told you not to call me that." A crisp, annoyed accent sighed from the kitchen. I followed the sound of his voice to see him making tea on my stove.

"Honey, I'm home~" I mocked. My hip met the counter as I leaned over his arm, watching him expertly pour the dark liquid into two mugs from my kettle.

"Very funny." Arthur sneered, handing me a green mug with a grey anchor painted on the side. "Jasmine tea."

"What, no 'welcome home dear sweet love of mine'?" I giggled, taking my mug into the living room.

"What, are you looking for a husband, Jayce?" One of his enormous eyebrows rose up curiously over his white mug as he sipped. "If you're that lonely, get a dog."

"Why would I do that when I could just keep you around?" I mused, seriously considering the idea of a pet in the back of my mind. I sat down next to my TV to turn the stereo on.


"Issues or Hands Like Houses?"

"Hands Like Houses." He responded, prompting me to scroll through my songs on my iPod. I quickly chose This Ain't No Place For Animals and set my device back into the dock. After kicking off my shoes I skipped over to join Arthur on the futon. "So how did the date with the mafia twins go? I saw the shooting on the news."

"Ah, yes. The death triplets." I hummed, remembering that Romeo technically made them triplets. Mentally preparing myself for the longest rant of my life, I sprawled out on my stomach so I was half on his lap. I tucked my elbows next to his thigh and kept my mug balanced between my fingertips. "Well..."


"That was literally the closest to death I have ever been." I finished, looking up at him. His face was a mixture of emotions I could relate to and not fully understand all at once. "I honestly almost shit myself during the interrogation, too."

"I'm surprised you didn't." I watched his eyebrows raise expressively from my place in his lap. "If I were in your shoes, love, I would never even look their way again."

"I kinda need to join the mafia, though." I confessed, making his head whip down to stare at me wide-eyed. I jumped to explain quickly. "Okay, look. If I don't there is a 99% chance that Natalia chick will find and kill me! If I join the mafia, then I'll be a hellva lot safer."

"Well..." Arthur sighed and rubbed his face. I could tell he was at a loss for words. Gently, I placed my empty mug on the ground and rolled over so I was on my back.

"I doubt Nonno will let anything happen to me after his sons pretty much fucked everything up."

"You don't know this, Jayce. You could just as easily be seen as dead weight. Or what's worse, they could make you take up another gun in exchange for protection and work for them."

"That doesn't seem like something he would do..." Then again, how was I to know? I barely knew these people.

"Come stay with me." He blurted, barely letting me finish my statement. I stared at him, confused and shocked. He looked slightly embarrassed at his outburst. "My father is a cop, Jayce. If you stay at my parents place for a while, maybe-"

"Arthur you know the police do squat in this town. Almost every officer is either too scared or been paid off. You know they only handle purse snatchers and not mafia business. No offense to your dad, he is great at what he does."

"It was a thought." He offered, defeated. I smiled and gave his tummy an appreciative pat.

"I either join and possibly live or pretend nothing ever happened and die within the next month."

Arthur's head tilted back and he rubbed his face with both hands, obviously overwhelmed and frustrated. He was pretty much everything I was supposed to be feeling but, for some odd reason, wasn't. It seemed wise to leave him to digest this and not bother his train of thought, so I sat up and collected our empty cups. As I was refilling the kettle, I absentmindedly tuned back into the music that was playing. My mood lightened and I couldn't help but sing along.

"I can't make my own decisions
Or make any with precision
Well maybe you should tie me up
So I don't go where you don't want me"

I could barely contain my hype as I turned the stove back on and began bouncing around to the tune.

"You say that I've been changing
That I'm not just simply aging"

Double checking that I wasn't going to burn down my apartment, I skipped back into the living room. Seeing Arthur stare blankly at the wall gave me a really bad idea.

"Yeah how could that be logical?
Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat"

I grinned, running full speed at him. He barely managed to react with a 'fucking hell' be thrown my way as I leapt on to the futon and half tackled him.

"You don't have to believe me!"

I sang obnoxiously, watching him recompose himself as I hopped back onto the floor.

"But the way I, way I see it
Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off"

Arthur rolled his eyes at my childish dancing with my pretend mic. I saw him try not to crack a smile as I hulled him off the couch and took his hands to dance.

"Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror"

When he wouldn't budge, I stabbed him repeatedly with my pointer finger until he gave in with a chuckle.

"There it is!" I teased. He rolled his eyes again. "Take it away Mr. Lead Singer." I giggled as I handed him the brush I had left out this morning on my coffee table to sing into. He mocked me slightly as he took the brush from my hands.

"If God's the game that you're playing
Well we must get more acquainted
Because it has to be so lonely
To be the only one who's holy"

"Get it, Arthur!" I laughed, twirling around aimlessly before climbing onto my coffee table to play air drums.

"It's just my humble opinion
But it's one that I believe in
You don't deserve a point of view
If the only thing you see is you"

"You don't have to believe me!" I screeched happily from my position on the table. "But the way I, way I see it-"

"Next time you point a finger
I might have to bend it back
Or break it, break it off
Next time you point a finger
I'll point you to the mirror"


"Your neighbors must hate you." Arthur mused as he watch me jump down from the table and walk over to the stereo.

"Nah, man. The first thing I did when I moved in was sound-proof the entire place."

"Smarter than you look, as usual, love." He chuckled as I changed the music to a Set It Off song.

"Why do you call me that?"

"Call you what?" I looked over at his confused face.

"Love." I mocked, putting on my best British voice as I walked into the kitchen.

"Uhm, well..." Arthur ran his hand over his neck nervously. "You see-"


"Bloody hell." Arthur breathed out, placing a hand over his chest dramatically. "Did you change your ringtone again?" I grinned and nodded.


"Pete's Pizza, the best fucking piece of pizza." I answered, placing my phone on speaker. "Jayce speaking."

"Ah...Jayce?" A timid voice asked, making me squeal.

"Can-yada!" I bellowed obnoxiously. "Did you call for the poutine recipe?"

"Um, no?" Matt questioned, sounding more than a little confused. "I-I'm sorry to bother you. Is this a bad time?"

"Never a bad time to talk to you. Actually, spontaneous idea, we should totally hang this weekend."

"That sounds great. What time?"

"Just swing by anytime on Sunday." I hummed, pulling out my tea leaves. "What exactly was it you called for?"

"I was wondering if you would cover my shift this Thursday. Kuma has a vet appointment."

"Sure, Matt. So long as you bring him with Sunday. I still need to meet him." I remembered aloud. "The fact that you own a bear makes you, like, King of Canada."

"Ah, sure...? I guess I'll be sure to bring him along. Thanks."

"Yup yup." I turned around and took two steps to the side. "ARTHUR COME SAY HELLO TO OUR BEST CANADIAN!" I screeched into the other room.

"Bloody hell! I was only in the other room!" He hissed, rubbing his ear for effect. "How are you, Matthew?"

"Good, thank you." A crash sounded in the background, nearly scaring the tits off of me. "No, Kuma! Bad bear!"

My eyebrows raised and I glanced at Arthur. Frantic, whispered commands and growls mixed with the sound of destruction. I barely registered the sound of Matt swearing rather loudly in French before the line went dead. My mouth instantly became a shocked 'o' and my hand covered my lips. Arthur and I looked at each other again.

"I'm sure he's fine. King of Canada and all that." I reasoned, reaching down to pour more tea into my mug.

"Right..." Arthur muttered slowly. "I'm going to go make sure he's still alive."

"Aww. Okay." I placed my kettle down and raced over to him while he was putting his jacket on.  "Let me know if you're coming back."

"Alright. Take care, love." He mused my hair as I hugged him. I returned to the stove as the door slammed, leaving me in pure silence.
Mafia!RomanoxOC - More Than Me 6
I feel like this is longer than usual... OH WELL. More for you!

Next chapter: WIP?

UPDATE: 9/4/15

You guys don't really seemed to be interested in this series so I probably won't write anymore of it. This is probably the last one. :/
A blip from my phone made me look down. I made a face and tossed it to the other end of my bed. I wasn't really in the mood to socialize anymore after getting into an argument with my parents. After taking off my socks and flinging them into my dirty laundry pile, I curled up in bed. Staring unseeingly at the stitches in my pillow, I tried to focus on the loud metacore blasting in the background in order to suppress my anger.

Another blip sounded at my cell, annoying me slightly. I sat up and decided to check it. It was a good underclassman friend of mine sharing a drawing through a group chat. Seeing it made me smile slightly. It wasn't the best thing I'd ever seen, but you could tell she really tried, which was sweet. The caption beneath it pinned the man in the picture as the older, claymation styled version of Jack Frost. Seeing his name made me sigh. I hated summer so much sometimes. I'd rather have blue skin and live with Santa than have to deal with sweating. I laid back down, daydreaming about snow and most things associated with winter. Then I remembered; Jack Frost was kind of a children's story. I quirked a smile at my friends childishness.

Who believed in that stuff at this age? Especially in Jack Frost. He was more like the fairy tale that sat in the back of the class room while Santa and the Easter bunny soaked up all the attention from everyone else around them. I frowned, understanding that feeling more than I should. People probably didn't even give him a passing thought when he made it snow, much less a thank you. I know I sure as hell didn't. Which, truth be told, kinda made me feel bad for taking all those snow days for granted. I couldn't help but wonder how he managed being hurt and unnoticed. Snorting slightly, I shook my head. I was feeling sympathy for a fairy tale?

"Sorry about that, Jack." I said aloud to no one, smiling slightly. Something about talking to a fictional, underrated, relate-able character made me feel better. "I'll be sure to appreciate you a lot the next time it snows."

If anybody walked in and saw me talking to air, they would probably call my therapist. I thought with bitter amusement, rolling over so I was laying on my side.  A wide grin spread my features when I realized that, coincidentally enough, the Fall Out Boy cover of What's This from The Nightmare Before Christmas started playing. I hummed along, enjoying the fantastically timed irony of the situation.

"HOLY SHIT, IT'S SNOWING!" I heard one of my sisters shriek from over my music. I rolled my eyes, assuming they were playing some kind of game. What else would they be excited about snow for? It's the middle of August.

"I obviously don't have my music up enough." I muttered, annoyed by the sudden outburst. As I leaned away from my laptop after cranking up my music some, I noticed that the sunlight in my room had suspiciously disappeared. I stood up, stretching my legs and strolled over to my window curiously, only to be floored by what I saw.

It was FUCKING SNOWING. In the middle of AUGUST. My jaw dropped as my hands met the cold glass of my window. Fog rolled off my reflection as I breathed onto the chilled surface. I looked up into the sky, only to see grey clouds dumping trillions of tiny snowflakes into the sky. There was no way in hell this is happening! My mind screamed and I ran over to my laptop, instantly opening Google in order to search for a weather report. All the sites I went to and the live channels I saw were completely baffled by the sudden down-pour of snow. The predicted week was SUPPOSED to be in the 80's. Twitter blew up with shocked Tweets from my area. I looked out the window, still completely stunned.

Standing slowly, I walked over to my window and cautiously pulled back my curtains. It was still snowing, plain as day. I looked around outside, noticing my sisters and parents wandering around in awe. Shaking my head, I leaned my forehead against the cold window. How is it snowing?! It was 80-something not five minutes ago.

A soft clink made me jump. I removed my head from the window, noticing tiny rocks being thrown at my window. Strangely enough, my family was still outside enjoying the spontaneous snow storm. I focused on the source of the rocks and instantly became unnerved when I noticed a pile of them floating in mid air. I blinked, rubbed my eyes, and cleaned my glasses. They were STILL THERE. My mind was beginning to implode. How the FUCK do rocks float? I was even more shocked when the pile of rocks fell from the sky, as if the were being dropped, back onto the ground.

What the hell was in those tacos? I asked, remembering what I ate for dinner. My window continued to blow my mind as it suddenly became fogged up. Clear lines wiped at the fog, creating a message. OPEN YOUR WINDOW it spelled, underlining the sentence twice. Chills were sent up my spine, making red flags pop up everywhere.

"HELL no!" I yelled at the disappearing message. "Give me one good reason why I should when none of this makes ANY sense?"

The window re-fogged and letters began appearing again. I waited patiently, internally panicking at the recent chain of weird events. The message was finished with more underlining. YOU SAID YOU WOULD APPRECIATE ME MORE? it read. I blinked, stunned.

"Appreciate wh-" I froze, suddenly remembering what I had said not five minutes ago. I had been thinking about Jack Frost when that happened. "No way..."

The message was wiped away again, the window re-fogged, and the only thing that was drawn onto the glass now was a smile. As if someone else was controlling my body, I quickly unlocked my window and ripped it open. A blast of freezing cold air met my face as I backed away, stumbling onto my bed. My windowsill was suddenly covered in swirls of frost as the snowflakes and wind poured into my room.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't actually do it," A light, mischievous voice laughed from outside the window. I looked up from the windowsill to meet the bright, electric, icy blue eyes of a white-haired boy climbing through my window. His snowy skin was covered by a blue hoodie covered in frost with a pair of brown, old, ripped pants tied to his shins. In his hands was a staff taller than him with a half-circle on the top.

"You're..." I began, unable to find the words to finish. He flashed me a brilliant smile as he leaned against his staff.

"Nice to know you believe enough to see me." He chuckled.

"There is no way you're Jack Frost." I reasoned, standing up. "I thought he didn't exist...?"

"That's what most people too old to believe think." He kicked his staff up from beneath him and sauntered a little farther into my room. "As you can see, I am very much real. I'll even prove it." His hand came up, letting his fingers curl in on themselves. Before my eyes, a large, and very intricate snowflake appeared before me. I reached for it curiously, letting the icy object sit in my hands. He gestured towards himself before bowing arrogantly. "Jack Frost, at your service."

"Oh my gosh." I gasped as he stood up. Jack reached over and gently tapped the snowflake in my hand. It dissolved into smaller snowflakes before dissipating completely. "This is so cool!" I squealed, racing over to my window to look up at the falling snow before closing my window. When I turned around he was sitting with his legs cross on my bed, playing with my pink teddy bear. I blushed slightly, knowing how childish my bear may seem.

"You believed in me rather quickly." Jack mused as he patted the head of my stuffed animal affectionately.

"Well, you made it snow in August, wrote on my window, and gave me a giant ice snowflake. Anyone would by now." I explained, sitting across from him with my back against the wall. The fact that I was having a causal conversation with a fairy tale was blowing my mind.

"What did you say your name was?" He asked, tossing me my bear.

"Uh, my name is (name)." I said as I cuddled my bear self-consciously. "What exactly are you doing here anyway? You should be around here around October at the earliest."

"Well, North was checking up on some kids for Christmas and you just happened to be one of them."


"You guys call him Santa."

"Santa is real, too?" My eyes widened.

"Yep. A lot of us are. The Tooth Fairy, the Easter bunny, the Sandman..."

"Wow." I breathed, looking down at my knees.

"Yeah. Like I was saying, North as doing his job. When he was checking on you, he heard you say my name and told me what you said, I got curious and decided to visit." He shrugged as he picked aimlessly at his staff.

"Shouldn't you be keeping Russia a frozen hell, or something?" I asked, making him laugh musically and look up at me.

"That's a first. And to answer your question: probably yes." My curiosity got the better of me and I couldn't help but stare at him.

Jack Frost was actually kind He made a face that said 'what's wrong with you?' and I slid closer to him and poked him. For some reason I needed to make sure he wasn't going to disintegrate when I touched him. His skin was so cold. Mesmerized, I continued to poke at his freezing skin, completely forgetting about how rude I may or may not seem at that particular moment. Him bursting into laughter a few minutes later was enough of a shock to make me stop. I blushed and placed my hands back in my lap.

"S-sorry I...uh..."

"It's okay. You just seemed like you were having too much fun." His eyes glittered mischievously. "I wanted to have fun, too."

I gave him a very sincere 'what the fuck' face and nearly jumped out of my skin when he poked me back. His knowing grin made me smirk and poke him back. He returned it quickly. I pretended to give an offended face, making him laugh and poke me again. Needless to say, I take being poked very seriously. I refused to stop poking him after that, both hands flying in his general direction. The serious face I had been trying to put up until that moment cracked and I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"That's it!" Jack growled playfully and jumped me. I squealed as he pinned me to my bed and began to tickle me. His staff and my bear fell to the ground, completely forgotten. A mixture of his cold skin and my laughing quickly had me shaking beneath him. I tried to fight off his advances, but he was far too quick for me to retaliate.

"J-Jack! Please! NOOOOOOO!" I screeched, laughing the entire time. "UNCLE! UNCLE UNCLE UNCLE!"

"There is no Uncle." He laughed evilly. "ONLY JACK! MWUAHAHAHA!" I squealed and tried to roll over to escape the majority of the assaults. He caught on to my tactic quickly and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. I was trapped.

"Noooo." I whined playfully, still trying to catch my breath. "Jackieeeee!" He ginned, breathing heavily as he stared down at me. Jack's icy fingers burned into my wrists, making me realize he was actually quite strong. I struggled and he looked rather amused over me. His face read 'you're not going anywhere'. I pouted childishly and closed my eyes. "I can't see you."

"What?" Jack laughed, his cool breath ghosting over my face and giving me goosebumps. "Are you being serious, (name)?"

"I can't seeee yooooou." I sang as I kept my eyes tightly shut.

"Aw, c'mon!" Jack whined. "Don't be like that." I hummed loudly to the music still playing from my laptop. "(Naaaaame)!"

"LA LA  DO-DODOOO LA DOO!" I screamed back, squeezing my eyes tighter.

"Fine. I'll MAKE you open your eyes." Jack said in a rather cocky voice. That made me curious but I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes for fear of losing.

There was silence for a moment, only making me more curious. One of his hands disappeared from my wrist, his crazy strong grip handling both of my hands. I kept my eyes squeezed shut, still aching to know what he was doing. A gentle breeze began to rustle my hair, confusing me slightly. I was so close to giving in and looking at him until I felt his other hand press flush against the bare skin of my stomach, shooting icy sensations through my body. I squealed, not expecting to be hit with so much cold.

"HOLY SHIT, THAT'S COLD!" I tried not to open my eyes as I struggled to get away from his hand with a smile on my face. He laughed and slipped his hand to my waist, making me squeal for a second time. "JACK NO! YOU'RE CHEATING!"

"Fair is fair!" Jack chuckled and moved his hand to the side of my neck. "Now, open your eyes!"
"SANTA IS PUTTING YOU ON THE NAUGHTY LIST!" I cried as he moved his hand to the other side of my waist.

"I've been on that list for years, North knows me so well by now." He mused. "Now, open your eyes!"

"I will never submit!"

"Fine, then." Jack huffed. The gentle wind suddenly became more pronounced and a lot colder. By this point I was shivering. His hand drifted to my thigh, making me squeak. "Open your eyes." He whispered all too gently, the playful tone in his voice gone, making me blush again. I couldn't help but comply. Jack grinned in a victorious manner and I felt his hand go back to his normal temperature. We stared at each other for a moment, silence lingering. Then, all at once, I remembered the position we were in and became very flustered.

"Ah...Jack?" I asked quietly, nodding my head towards our bodies. He looked down and instantly jumped back.

"Heh," Jack rubbed the back of neck nervously. "Sorry about that."

"No problem." I giggled. He stood up, picked up his staff and walked to the window. "You're leaving already?"

"I planned on visiting you again, sunshine." He chuckled. "Don't cry over it."

"Okay. Just come visit soon."

"Will do." Jack promised and opened my window. I jumped up and quickly hugged his back.

"Thank you." I mumbled into his cold body before backing away. Jack turned around to give me one last hug and a poke to my cheek before hopping out my window.

"Catch you soon!" He yelled from the air and flew off. I watched him fly away with a smile, wondering when he would come back.

Mature Content

or, enter your birth date.



Please enter a valid date format (mm-dd-yyyy)
Please confirm you have reviewed DeviantArt's Terms of Service below.
* We do not retain your date-of-birth information.
I swallowed thickly and glanced around slightly doe-eyed. I shot Feli a 'what the hell is this' look. He only smiled sheepishly. My mind was reeling as I stared at my feet.

What should I do? Could I play dumb? I wondered frantically. Should I just tell them what I know? What if they think I know too much? Will they kill me? What if they find out I was the one who shot that girl? Internally groaning, I tried very hard not to facepalm. I had only known these guys a DAY. How in the hell was I going to get out of this?

"Miss?" Nonno asked. I took a deep breath and looked up, trying very hard to gather as much courage as I could.

"Um, yes?" Innocently batting my eyes, I crossed my legs. He stared at me intently, making me shrink back in my seat and look down slightly.

"I'm not-a one to beat around the bush, si?" He admitted, his Italian accent sounding a big more gentle. "So I will-a get right to it. How much-a do you know about-a what happened today?"

"W-well, um. I was actually wondering the same thing." I spoke quietly. I wasn't exactly lying, I still had no idea what the hell had happened today or why he had almost been kidnapped. The Italian's eyes burned into me.

"Feliciano, how did this girl get here?" He asked, not taking his eyes off of me.

"Ve~ Lovi and I were-a hanging out with her! She's-a our friend." Feli vouched, seeing I was obviously scared.

"Oui, zhe fille was only-" Nonno held up his hand, keeping Francis from coming to my aid.

"Start from the beginning." He commanded, leaning back into his seat. I took a deep breath and looked down at my hands.

I told him about the bad feeling I had gotten from no one responding to Feli, to me voicing my concern when the door wouldn't open, to all the confusion and gunshots. I told him about how Toni took a bullet for me and what I did to fix it. I left out the part where I shot Natalia and told him that I could hear people calling for help after Ludwig showed up and that I went to help them. As soon as I was done explaining my point of view, he nodded slowly again and sat up.

"What was-a your name again?" He asked.


"Tell-a me, Miss Jayce," He began as he beckoned over someone to his right. "What-a do you know about-a this?" Ludwig carefully presented a gun to me. I looked up at him, realizing my mistake. I hadn't exactly figured in the fact that Ludwig probably saw me shoot at the girl in the van. Saying nothing, I looked down at my hands again. Shit, Ludwig told him everything! What the hell are they gonna do to me?

"Ludwig, can you tell us what-a happened, after you found Antonio?" Nonno encouraged as the blond laid the gun on his desk.

"I found him vith this girl, vith his leg tied up. After I wrapped his leg again, I noticed that she vas gone." I paled and squeezed at my hands.

"What did you-a do after you noticed she was-a gone?"

"I looked for her, sir. I found her pointing a gun out of the vindow. I vatched her pull the trigger." Ludwig explained, I suddenly realized his accent sounded a lot like Gil's.

"Thank you, Ludwig." The blond nodded and returned to his spot next to the wall.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples. It was pretty much game over for me at this point. Ludwig is a trusted member of this mafia from what I've been picking up. There was no way they wouldn't believe him.

"I will-a ask you again, Miss Jayce. What do you-a know about these-a particular people?" Nonno demanded, much more harshly this time. I sighed. It probably wouldn't be wise to take a bad tone with this man. My life could be ended at any moment. Telling the truth was the only way out of this. I straightened my back and looked him square in the eye with a burst of confidence. His eyebrow raised patiently.

"One upon a time, I met a foul-mouthed, angry, little Italian boy named Lovino." I began, trying to use humor to keep myself from breaking down. I heard Lovino grumble something under his breath.
"I was serving him coffee when his brother, Feli, came in. I could tell they were brothers because they argued like siblings. I could tell they were Italian because of their accents and the language they argued in. We joked around, I gave them my number. They seemed like decent people. That night, they called me, so they could ask if I was free the next day. In the distance, I could hear a Spanish, French, and German-"

"Prussian!" Gilbert defended with a huff.

"Okay, Prussian accent. I agreed to hang out with them. I had nothing better to do and I love making new friends. I was running late this morning going to meet them. Lovino pulled up to the curb as I was trying to hail a cab and took me to go meet up with everyone else where I worked. My coworker and I had a brief conversation before I went to go officially meet Lovino's friends, Francis, Gilbert and Antonio. When I asked them where we were going to hang out that day, I could tell they hadn't put much thought into it. Feli suggested we come here to eat, more than likely to hide the fact that they had no idea what they were doing. I agreed, mostly to save their ass. We left, got into the cars, and someone challenged everyone to a race. Lovi won, we ended up here, came inside, and then this happened."


"And what?"

"You're a smart signora." Nonno commented. "My careless grandsons have left more than one hint, si? You have some idea of what's going on here."

"True." I shrugged. "Lovino was wearing a spent bullet shell around his neck and I could see he had a tattoo when I first met him. Everyone gets tattoo's. No one wears a spent bullet shell unless you're really hardcore with your fashion sense, which doesn't make much sense for him. It was obviously sentimental. When they called me, the ID read 'private unknown caller', when Lovino picked me up the next day it was in a half a million dollar Lamborghini, they raced in expensive cars like they had done it a million times before."

Nonno leaned back. An amused expression on his face. I raised my eyebrow and continued.

"Coming here only made me even more suspicious. As I told you, the silence unnerved me. Before the shooting happened, Lovino was very calm and everyone followed his orders. Francis had peaked through the window and said 'Russians' once he recognized the people inside. After Toni's accident, I got curious. Anyone would. I had only heard enough to know that you were being kidnapped and that the girls name is Natalia, I believe. She works for someone named Ivan, her older brother, and spoke what I would assume was Russian. I overheard something along the lines of 'ransom money isn't scarce here', fitting in with the expensive cars from earlier today. In short, you have lots money and value the lives of the people who work for you. Unlike your Russian friend, who also mentioned that her brother was worth more to this city than you, suggesting that you have political differences."

I stood up to stretch my legs, seeing a few baffled expressions in my side vision.

"She wanted you dead. Which would make sense. 'This town isn't big enough for the both of us' as the saying goes. However, as few men as she had, Lovino and the others could have easily overpowered them and taken them all out. The only thing stopping them was your life. Suggesting that you hold a position of power." Humming, I wandered over to a set of paintings to admire them as I spoke. "I picked up the gun from the man Toni had shot down to protect me, on Lovino's orders might I add, and went over to the window. I noticed that she was oddly exposed from my angle. Truth be told, I had no idea what I was doing and I could have easily missed and shot you through the head instead. I waited for an opening and pulled the trigger. Watching the boys hug you afterwards was enough to tell me that you're related to them, explaining Lovino's authority to give orders. After that, I tried to help as many people as I could. Which leads us to now."

"You are just as-a smart as I thought you were." Nonno congratulated. I turned around to curtsy. 

"Hearing you speak was enough to tell me you're Italian. Everyone in this city knows that the Russian and Italian mafia have bad relations." I walked back over to my purse. "Plus, it wasn't like it took Eisenstein's IQ to figure this stuff out." I carefully touched up my lipstick, feeling hella smart and confident.

"Needless to-a say, it took an act of severe bravery to-a pick up a gun and-a get involved in something you knew would-a potentially end your life." Nonno pointed out. "You picked up that-a gun and you saved my-a life." I saw him stand up and walk over to me. He was rather tall up close. I looked up at him curiously. "You saved my life, Antonio's-a life, and many of-a my men. What is even-a more, the Russian followers you saved are-a so grateful that some are-a willing to turn a leaf and-a help our cause."

"Golly gee," I giggled pridefully. "I'm happy I could help." I swished my hips side to side and played with my skirt, nervous and ecstatic all at once. He smiled down at me and reached out for my right hand. I felt him press something cold into my palm. My eyes widened as I looked down.
"I would like-a to personally ask-a you to become a member of-a mia famiglia." The pendant in my hand suddenly weighed a ton as his words hit me full force.

"Nonno!" Lovino screeched, standing up. "
Che cazzo? Proprio così?!"

"Are you sure zhe fille will able to 'andle zhis?" Francis asked in a worried tone.

"She probably doesn't know-a anything about protecting her self." Someone else chimed in. I turned around, annoyed by all the accusations. Especially the one made by someone who didn't even know me.

"And who the hell are you?" I asked in a sickly sweet tone. His green eyes, brown hair, and familiar curl made me pause. My hand instantly shot up to keep him from talking. "Let me guess, you're related to Lovino and Feliciano?"

"Excellent-a guess, signora." He winked at me. "My-a name is Michelangelo. You can-a call me Romeo,
il mio grazioso uccellino." The Italian winked at me. He struck me as a fairly well balanced blend of his two other brothers.

"I'm gonna call you Wario." I deadpanned. "Mario, Luigi, and Wario. Fantastic kids you've got here. Next you're gonna tell me you have another kid, who's name also happens to end in the letter 'o'." I threw over to Nonno. Lovino cackled in the corner at Romeo's confused and mortified expression.

Nonno, sei sicuro di questo? E 'solo un cittadino normale." I heard Feli say in a hushed tone, making me narrow my eyes suspiciously.

Sì sono sicuro. Se non facciamo questo, lei sarà mirato." Nonno nodded his head and Feli rocked back into his seat, looking slightly troubled.

"Uh, not to be rude." I coughed, gaining the boss's attention. "Is there something you prefer being called? I'm not about making assumptions or awkwardly calling you 'boss'." I made air quotes with my fingers. He smiled down at me knowingly.

"You can-a call me Nonno, just like
miei nipoti."

Note to self, learn Italian. My confused mind had pretty much given up on attempting to translate anything that came out of their mouths. Well, anything that wasn't English. I was pretty sure 'nonno' was Italian for something like 'dad', but I was never right on things like this. Smiling and nodding, I sat back down in my seat. Just as I opened my mouth to ask another question, a disorienting spill of screamo, electric guitars, and bubbly J-pop singers sounded from my phone. I instantly began humming along as I dug through my purse to produce my phone, blaring 'Catch Me If You Can' by Babymetal. I sensed a few amused and frightened looks and I answered it.


"Jayce? It's Arthur, love." I couldn't help but squeal slightly at the sound of his accent.

"How's my favorite punk edit of Doctor Who doing?" Hopping up, I skipped over to the door to take my call out to the hallway and down two steps.

"How many times have I told you not to call me that?" The annoyed Brit asked with a sigh. I shrugged my shoulders, only to realize he couldn't see me.

"I don't know, a lot? I'm still happy to hear from you! How's Captain Dense and the Mountie holding up?" I asked, obviously referring to the hyper-active American and quiet Canadian brothers we worked with. "And Senpai-chan?"

"Well. Better than what I can say for you, poppet. I just wanted to make sure you're still alive. The shooting is all over the news!"

"Already? Jesus. Did they say anything about the other party?" My voiced lowered instantly, hoping the others wouldn't be able to hear me.

"Some girl was admitted to a hospital with a bullet in her side. Within their lines, obviously. They said she was going to live." My heart felt a million times lighter and I gave a relieved sigh.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that. I have a hellava story to tell you, man. We should talk when I get home. Could you come over?"

"Anything for you, love. What time do you think you'll be at home?"

"I don't know, man." I whined, leaning against the wall behind me as I ran a hand through my hair. "I'm tied up here. It really sucks. Just let yourself in whenever you want. Eat my food and use my internet, I don't really care. Just stay out of my underwear drawer!"

"I'm not the Wonder Moron, Jayce. I think I can keep it in my pants."

"Okay, cool. I'll see you at my place in a few hours, okay?"

"Yes. Cheerio, love. And good luck."

"Thanks, Shakespeare. Bye!" I hung up quickly, not wanting to hear Arthur complain about his various nicknames for the umpteenth time. My arms crossed across my chest and I sunk to the stairs. A pleasurable yet heavy silence soon followed.

AdCast - Ads from the Community



Add a Comment:
Moonwolflove Featured By Owner Sep 9, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the fav :)
elizavetaboukina Featured By Owner Aug 18, 2015  Student Artist
Thank you for the fav !!!!!!!!!!!!
EerilyBoring Featured By Owner Aug 17, 2015  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the fave! Heart Heart 
Thankyou soo much for adding my works to your collection~ :3
beniyorunii Featured By Owner Aug 11, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the faves!
Add a Comment: