#Santino would make one hell of a feast

[arvellon-skjeebuh]

John Wick x Black Butler 🥀

[fics-not-tragedies]

Reckless Serenade [2]

The writing process of this one is quite tricky, because I’m trying to live it up to @cyberpvnkss expectations, since it was her request. I’m trying my best!

Words: 1781; Warnings: more drinking, don’t drown your sorrows in liquor folks; Summary: On another night you go back to Santino’s club hoping you’d see him again.

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“Hey, there…” you heard someone say but you would have known someone was there simply from the feeling you’d gotten, the one that came when someone was far too close to you and you could just sense them invading your personal bubble.

You opened your eyes again and looked up at a tall guy with broad shoulders, short blonde hair and a grin on his face that gave away that he’d selected you to come over to because you’d been stumbling through the pub. You were drunk, but not drunk enough to not see right through the motives of a random guy on a Saturday night.

“B-Bye there…” you mumbled, clearing your throat when you realized it was sore from your whisky. You downed the remaining contents of the glass before attempting to get back to the bar. That moment, a hand closed around your wrist.

“Wait, don’t you wanna chat?”

“Mmm, no, I should actually get going…” you drawled, “Sorry.”

“Bullshit, come on. You’re all alone here. Don’t you want company? Come sit with me…” he said, pulling you into the direction of the table he’d probably come from, sitting down and attempting to pull you into his lap.

“No, fucking let me go!” You tore your arm from his grip, stepping back, just about to properly cuss him out as he stood back up to come towards you, when someone stepped between you.

“Did you not hear the lady speaking? Leave her alone.”

Your eyes widened and you bit your lip. It was the owner of this place. Coming to your rescue.

“And who are you then, playing knight in shining armor?” The other guy called.

Knight in shining armor, yes. Figuratively speaking, at least. He was playing that role very damn well. But he was wearing a black evening suit, with a black silk vest peeking out from under the opened jacket, along with a black shirt and a black tie, so he looked more like a dark knight actually. Which admittedly was also pretty cool.

“I’m just delicately suggesting that you should leave this place” he said, turning around to you.

“And who you are to tell me what should I do?” The other guy raised his voice and Santino looked back at him.

“The one you shouldn’t talk to in that tone of yours…” he looked up at the man, his eyes scanning his face. Santino’s both eyebrows were raised in question, like he waited for the man to form a decent answer. He moved closer to him and somehow you became terrified that this situation will result in serious fight or even worse - in a shootout.

“Santino, please…” you gasped, rolling your eyes at him, “he’s not worth it.”

“He won’t be harassing women in my club.”

“This is your club?” The man cackled. When his fingers slid down the lapels of the man’s jacket you looked at Santino, your face full of confusion as he pushed the man against the wall.

“Yes, this is my club… pompinaro and you’re messing with the boss” Santino gestured with his head and two broad henchmen clad in all black suits appeared next to the man, their hands on his shoulders, “Get him the fuck out of here, e fate in fretta.”

You looked at him, speechless, rubbing your arm that was stinging a little as his henchmen dragged the man out of the club, the dancers and drinkers not paying attention to what was happening around them like it was the most usual thing to happen in here.

“Va bene, amore?” He asked, gesturing to your arm.

You swallowed. How did talking work again? “U-Um … va bene, yes…” you mumbled, mentally slapping yourself. Yeah, you had an accent but it wasn’t the same he had so what the hell were you doing?

He chuckled, leading you back into the direction of the bar, “I didn’t know creeps like him come here that often. I’m so sorry you encountered that… man” Santino said the last word with so much disgust that you somehow felt it too, “Let me make it up to you…” his hand caressed yours when you two sat by the bar, “The drinks are on the house tonight.”

You nodded, swallowing again, “T-Thank you…” you said, running your fingers through your hair nervously, “You saved me.” Before you could even begin to think of some way to attempt to flirt with him, you realized that you were probably not looking your best for that, “But … um … I could’ve … done it myself.”

Santino chuckled, “Yourself? Well I wanted to talk to you anyway, I just needed the right moment to do it, bella.”

“And that was the right moment in your opinion?” You were offered a glass of whisky and you took it from his hand, immediately taking a large gulp from it, “I haven’t seen you around and I thought that you didn’t come. Yet you decided to save me from another creep…”

“I had business meetings for half of the evening, bella…”

“Oh yes, I forgot you’re a businessman.”

“Yes, I am a man of many businesses…” he breathed out and you rolled your eyes at him as you moved up onto the bar stool.

The scent of his perfume, as well as a hint of smoke lingered in the air and you felt dizzy; he was too close, too much and it seemed like he wasn’t aware of the impact he had on you.

He’s quite a feast for the eyes tonight. His black suit draped smoothly around his tall frame. You met his eyes and felt something electric in the look that passed between you two.

“Bellissima, your gaze is so thick, it could cut a hole through the wall” he rasped, his words gently wrapped into the lace of his Italian accent that only made your knees even weaker. Those cherubic brown curls that kept falling into his forehead looked so soft, you just wanted to run your fingers through them, “The way you were looking at me bella, I’ve never seen anything more sinful in my entire life” he breathed, moving closer to you, standing between your legs.

“I’m far from sinful” you mumbled, feeling his fingers graze your bare knee, “May I get another?” Wiggling the glass in front of his face finally made him divert the attention from you to your finished drink, “Since you said they’re on the house…”

“Drinking to forget someone or something?” Santino asked, before waving over to the bartender that quickly moved closer and placed a whole bottle of whisky on the counter.

“Drinking to dull the pain” you said, before grabbing the bottle and pouring yourself a refill.

“What pain do a woman like you have to dull?” He gave you a surprised glance from the glass he’s holding in his hand, “You’re not trying to hide it at all” his eyebrow twitched and silently you took another sip from your drink.

“Too busy drowning my sorrows in liquor, I guess.”

“You come here often?” You heard the question coming from behind you. Being here all by yourself made you an easy target for annoying men trying to seduce you with their generic pick up lines into going home with them. Lonely bird is the easiest one to pick up. At least they thought that, but the truth was that you really felt lonely. You just simply don’t wanted another asshole you met at the pub.

Turning around you sent him an angry look, but it didn’t help. The guy that tried to hook up with you was tall and muscular, but the way he looked at you haven’t seemed intelligent at all. His eyes were empty and you should have been stupid not to see that he only wants to shag you.

“Yes I do come here often. And after I answered your question can you kindly fuck off now? Thank you!” You said sipping your drink, the surprised look appearing on his face not knowing that you’d fought back.

“A girl like you shouldn’t be sitting alone” he added, before leaning closer to you. With a gasp you moved with your stool backwards almost falling onto Santino.

“Do I look like I’m sitting alone?” You asked the man pointing to the Italian behind you.

“Pompinaro…” he mumbled and you felt his breath on your exposed neck, “You better get lost” Santino’s head peaked out from behind you and the man that was hitting on you inhaled the air sharply, before grabbing his drink and disappearing in the crowd.

“Looks like everyone fear you” spinning on the stool you moved to face him.

“Yet somehow you don’t, bella…” he brushed the stray lock of your hair behind your ear and you gasped, “And why’s that, hmm?”

“Because you remind me of my father” you blurted out, taking another sip from your glass.

“Oh…” Santino let out a little surprised gasp.

“Perhaps I have daddy issues” you shrugged refilling your half empty glass. Few tears slid down your cheeks without your knowledge.

“You shouldn’t be crying, bella” touching your face he wiped off what’s left of your tears.

“I just miss him, that’s all… at least you know why you see me here so often.”

“If there’s anything I could to do help you” he breathed out leaning closer to you, his delicate hand now on your neck.

“I could figure out few things…” you raised your eyebrow at him and the corners of his mouth curled upwards in a little smirk.

“Just name them, bella…” Santino was still staring, licking his lips from time to time. No matter that he was twice your age, no matter that he probably would treat you as an another one night adventure. You just didn’t fucking care. Maybe it was the alcohol you drank, making you do the bad thing, but the things your felt when he was so close to you were all that mattered now.

He discarded his jacket somewhere sitting in nothing more than his black suit pants and a black dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up and that damned tie neatly tied around his neck. You put your hand on his arm. Santino smiled widely at the feeling of your hand touching his body. The thought of his hands sliding onto your body was dancing around your mind. You wanted this and you wanted it very badly.

“Thinking about them?” He asked you, his fingers toying with the loose strand of your hair that just couldn’t stay tucked behind your ear.

“Thinking about things, but not actually doing them…” you breathed out.

“Possiamo cambiare le cose.”

[thickasthievesrpg-hidden]

WELCOME TO THE HEIST, NIC!

YOU’VE BEEN ACCEPTED FOR THE ROLE OF ALESSIA CAPECCHI

A note from Admin Risa: Alessia has always ruled my heart, just as she rules Palermo - explosive, ruthless, and calculatory - she is in every way her father’s daughter. I was so, so delighted to see all these traits and more reflected in your app, Nic! Your writing captured her in her finest and worst moments; providing depth and ambition to a woman who the world sees as untouchable. I know for certain that you’ll bring her role to great heights, and can’t wait to see you two on the dash! Congratulations on your acceptance! You’ve been to the museums, the banks, the isolated manors with their black dogs and gilded keys. You’ve stolen their necklaces, their jewels, the prized heirlooms in their vaults and their safes. They’ll watch out for you. Please visit the after acceptance page and submit your account within the next 24 hours – we’re excited to have you with us!

I. INTRODUCTION

Name/Alias + Pronouns:

Nic – she/her

Age:

19

Timezone + Activity

EST. & I was unfollowed for a lack of activity but I’m hoping it could be forgiven. I had been in the hospital for a few days and struggled to make up all of the work I missed – it was a nightmare. Without even realizing, I failed to give the main a heads up about my absence. But now that things have come to a lull and my life isn’t as hectic as it once was, I’d give my availability a solid 7-8/10.

I. BASICS

Desired Role:

Alessia Lucetta Capecchi.

Analysis:

nickname: Lessia or Les. When Niccolo and Alessia were at each other’s throats, quite literally, a nickname was somehow permanently scripted on the walls with scarlet liquid. With his hands around her neck and a maniacal smile plastered on the cusps of their lips, Niccolo stared and then whispered, in the sweetest and biting of tones, “I love you, Lessia”. From that day forward, the name just stuck. But when Niccolo passed and Alessia’s flame was put out, she swore she’d put the nickname to rest – and she’d slit the neck of anyone who spoke of it.

sexuality/romantic preference — Alessia identifies as heterosexual. It’s always been about men and her ability to conquer their prying thoughts and tainted curiosity. She’s attracted to them, has slept with many and feasts on the thought of them needing her, fangs protruding and claws out. But when she realized that her manipulative ways proved to be effective on the opposite sex, she didn’t mind dabbling in women. It was all about control and destroying, anyhow – she would never love them.

birthdate — October 31st, 1988.

birthplace/hometown — Palermo, Sicily.

occupation — Alessia is the proprietor of the Slaughterhouse – also recognized as the Castello di Vitale. While it is known that crime runs through the heart of the building, it has held its fair share of extravagant galas, exclusive dinners and events – all arranged and coordinated by Alessia herself.

criminal occupation — When the lights dim and faint hearts disintegrate into Palermo’s air, Alessia is no longer a host of the Castello di Vitale. She is known to be the caporegime of the Sicilian mafia, which is considered the second highest rank in the crime family. Her father’s right-hand woman, Alessia controls and assists a clan of soldiers who report back to her, so that she is able to outline details for Alejandro Herraro. While she does have an important role in the mafia, Alessia’s main origin of work comes from packaging, sealing and distributing cocaine, meth and heroine across the globe. She hasn’t been in the heist for long, but she’s been deservingly given the titles of partner-in-crime and coordinator. Alessia is known for ridding of flaws and fuck-ups in all heist excursions, plans and ideas.  

Four Characteristics:

( + ) Organized, ( + ) Tactical, ( - ) Sadistic, ( - ): Manipulative

Expansion:

Charles Villiers – Such a misunderstood man, with a serpent tongue and rigid edges. Rough lips, even rougher fingertips. He’s difficult to read and Alessia swore she’d never try to understand him. He was cold, condescending and conniving. And though those were qualities that held her attention captive, she could never think of loving him. Their relationship was nothing more than a business deal – a meaningless fling. He was all but a pawn in this sick, twisted game she conjured up. When she knew he was more than willing to play without acknowledging the rules, she continued with her fangs tucked away. But when they shed blood and Charles was aware of her intentions, he nearly spit on her and she half-smiled. From business partners, to almost-lovers, to near strangers, things were truly never settled and Alessia was never forgiven. But now that Niccolo is dead and Charles has stepped back into her line of vision, Alessia wonders if she’ll ever taste the expensive whiskey on his tongue again. While he’s looking at the distribution routes they’ve drawn up, she’s gaping at him.

Artemesia Cipriani – Young, beautiful and clever but a complete and utter threat to Alessia’s name and past love life. She could’ve been Alessia’s little prodigy, perhaps even a friend. But when Alessia began to notice the way she looked at Niccolo and questioned the woman’s tainted intentions, there was no room for her on Capecchi grounds. “You’ll be working with Charles in London.” She stated matter of fact, the soles of her eyes piercing through little Miss. Cipriani. But when Artemesia opened her mouth to protest Hell’s greatest sinner, Alessia raised a hand and threatened in a fraud, saccharine tone, “No questions. You leave tomorrow”. Though Niccolo is no longer alive, Alessia keeps a cautious eye on the brunette. She has no reason to trust her and she’s not sure she’ll keep her alive much longer.  

II. WRITING

Para Sample(s):

“I want these packed, sealed and distributed to London. No later than Friday. Are we understood?” Alessia’s neck is craned to scan the figures that stood before her, eyes sharp and mouth twisted. They nodded in unison but that would simply not do. “Speak when spoken to. I’ve asked you all a question. So I’ll repeat myself – are we understood?”

“Si, Signorina Alessia.” They spoke simultaneously, almost too rapidly, voices broad and clear, eyes trained on the demanding presence that invaded with no apology.

She turned her nose up in an authoritative manner, all while acknowledging their quick wits and intelligent behavior. She was a wolf in Valentino clothing, after all – she would be respected. “Good. Now, Luca, get Charles Villiers on the phone. There’s some things I’d like to discuss with him.”

“Alessia! Alessia!”

Eyes darted, hands stopped in motion – the room fell silent. The voice was familiar. Thick Sicilian accent, tinges of broken English – a Capecchi.

Alessia glanced in their direction, crescent nails digging into the flesh of her palm – deep enough to draw blood. She did not take interruptions lightly – she would treat this no different.

Ah, little Santino. He stood there soaked and teary-eyed, mouth agape and hands trembling. But Alessia paid no mind to his body language – there was no time.

“Santino, whatever it may be – I’m sure it could wait.” I’ll slit your neck if you interrupt me again.

“No, Alessia – it’s,” He was breathing hard, gasping for air, as if all of the oxygen had been drained from his surroundings.

“Form fucking sentences, fratello.” Her fangs no longer hid behind pouted lips – they were out and ready to draw blood.

“Niccolo. Niccolo is… he’s,”

“Niccolo is what, Santino?” She growled, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt and pulling him forward.

But before he could form a syllable, Niccolo was being hauled in by four soldiers – her soldiers, bloody and lifeless – stained and gone.

She released Santino at once.

She felt the claws of loss dig in. Shattering ribs to pull it out. Taking record. It was the kind of hurt someone gave into. It was the kind of hurt that turned sinners into greater sinners.

The kind of hurt that made someone chaotic. Unrespectable. And she couldn’t have that.

So she shut it off. She swallowed. Hands trembling. Eyes dry.

She turned away – walking in quick strides. Santino’s voice was calling out to her, but became so distant.

Red.

All she saw was red.

Someone grasped her shoulder as she reached for her blade and she turns, eyes no longer seeing red but seeing black – she’s quick and ready to kill. The tip of the blade is pointed at the suspect’s neck – but the suspect is Luca.

She sighs, retracts from pushing any further – then grips him hard. Without even a thought, she kisses him – hungry and hurt. In pain and destroyed.

And when she shoves him backwards, she gapes at him with blood-stained irises.

“Find them.”

                                    III. FREESTYLE/EXTRA

HEADCANONS:

i. Alessia sometimes wears the ring that she and Niccolo traded while exchanging their vows – but she’ll never put it on her ring finger. It sits on her right pinky and no one is bold enough to question the reason behind it.

ii. Though Alessia needs to be on her toes at all times, it doesn’t quite stop her from dabbling in the drugs she produces and sells. Yes, she needs to make sure her product is marketable but it helps to numb most of the bullshit that comes with being caporegime of the Sicilian mafia. It’s been kept at a minimum for now but Alessia is finding it more and more tasteful.

iii. The blade she keeps attached to her thigh at all times was engraved and given to her by Niccolo. It reads, “I’ll love you forever, princessia”.

iv. Alessia has an extremely small tattoo of Niccolo’s initials on the side of her left hip – it’s the same leg that straps the blade he gave to her.

v. Once the heist locates Hope diamonds and Cleopatra’s emeralds, Alessia plans on keeping them for herself and disappearing without a trace. It’s a salute to her fallen soldier and no ones going to stop her.