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fullpenguincupcake · 24 days ago

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Dreaming - A Luigi Mangione fanfic.

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The dream always started the same way—a faint hum, like the buzz of a fluorescent light straining to stay alive in a dim room. Then, the world would materialize around you, one pixel at a time, until you stood in the middle of a sprawling Italian piazza, the scent of freshly baked bread and espresso lingering in the air. But this time, something was different. The hum was louder, sharper, like a knife scraping against glass. And then, he appeared.

Luigi Mugione.

You knew him immediately, though you couldn’t say how. His presence was magnetic, his dark eyes piercing even from across the square. He wore a tailored charcoal suit, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders as if it had been made just for him. A cigarette dangled from his lips, the smoke curling around him like a halo of mystery. He looked like a man who knew secrets—secrets that could destroy or save you.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, the kind of voice that could make your skin prickle even in a dream. He stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the cobblestones. His gaze never left yours, and you felt like he was peeling back layers of your mind, one by one.

“And yet, here I am,” you replied, your voice steadier than you expected. You didn’t know how you’d ended up in this dream, but something about him made you want to stay. “Who are you?”

His lips quirked into a faint smirk, and he took a drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly. “Luigi Mugione. But you already knew that, didn’t you?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but the ground beneath you trembled, the cobblestones shifting like tectonic plates. The world around you blurred, the colors bleeding together like watercolor paint left in the rain. When it all settled, you were no longer in the piazza. You stood in the middle of a dimly lit hotel room, the air thick with the scent of whiskey and old leather. Luigi was still there, his suit now slightly rumpled, his tie loose around his neck.

“What’s happening?” you asked, your heart pounding in your chest. The transition had been too abrupt, too jarring.

“We’re diving deeper,” he said, his voice calm, as if this were the most natural thing in the world. He stepped closer, his presence filling the room. “This is where it gets interesting.”

You felt a shiver run down your spine, but it wasn’t just from the cold. There was something about the way he looked at you, the way his body moved with a predator’s grace, that made your breath hitch. “Why are you here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He closed the distance between you in two long strides, his hand reaching out to cup your cheek. His skin was warm, his touch surprisingly gentle for a man who exuded so much power. “Because you called me,” he murmured, his breath brushing against your ear. “And because I’m the only one who can keep you safe.”

You wanted to ask him what he meant, but the words died on your lips as his other hand slid around your waist, pulling you closer. His body pressed against yours, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your chest. His lips brushed against yours, a fleeting touch that left you craving more.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine.

You hesitated, your mind racing. You barely knew him, and yet, something deep inside you screamed that he was the only one you could trust in this strange, shifting world. “I don’t even know you,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly.

He chuckled, the sound dark and seductive. “That’s the fun part,” he said, his lips hovering just above yours. “You’re about to learn everything.”

Before you could respond, he kissed you, his lips crashing against yours with a hunger that left you breathless. His hands roamed your body, tracing the curves and lines as if he were memorizing them. You melted into him, your hands tangling in his hair as the world around you faded into nothingness. There was only him, his touch, his taste, his heat.

But then, the hum returned, louder than before. The walls of the hotel room began to dissolve, the furniture melting into the floor. Luigi pulled back, his eyes flashing with a mix of urgency and desire. “They’re coming,” he said, his voice tight. “We need to move.”

“Who’s coming?” you asked, your heart racing.

“The ones who want to trap you here,” he said, his grip on your hand tightening. “Come with me.”

He didn’t wait for your answer. He pulled you into the swirling vortex of colors, the world around you morphing once again. When it all settled, you found yourselves in a sleek, modern apartment, the floor-to-ceiling windows offering a breathtaking view of a city you didn’t recognize. The hum was still there, but it was fainter now, like a distant storm.

Luigi turned to you, his expression serious. “This is where we make our stand,” he said, his voice steady. “But first, you need to understand something.”

“What?” you asked, your voice barely a whisper.

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. “This isn’t just a dream,” he said, his voice low and intense. “This is your mind. And if they get to you, if they trap you here, you’ll never wake up.”

Your stomach twisted at his words, a mix of fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins. “What do I do?” you asked, your voice trembling.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek. “You fight,” he said, his voice firm. “And you trust me.”

You swallowed hard, nodding. “I trust you.”

The moment the words left your lips, the world around you began to shift. The walls of the apartment peeled away like old wallpaper, revealing a cityscape that defied logic. Skyscrapers twisted like corkscrews, their windows flickering with neon lights that pulsed in time with your heartbeat. The streets below were rivers of liquid silver, reflecting a sky filled with constellations you didn’t recognize. Where are we? you thought, your breath catching in your throat.

Luigi stood beside you, his expression unreadable. “Welcome to the dreamscape,” he said, his voice echoing as if it came from every direction at once. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and a slow, almost predatory grin spread across his face.

You turned to him, your heart pounding. “What’s happening?”

He chuckled, low and dark. “This is where the real fight begins,” he said, stepping closer. His hand brushed against yours, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. “Your mind is under attack, and this,” he gestured to the surreal city around you, ��is the battlefield.”

You swallowed, feeling a mix of awe and panic. “How do we fight it?”

Luigi’s grin widened. “By embracing it. By becoming one with the chaos.” He stepped even closer, his breath warm against your ear. “Do you trust me?”

Your answer came without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Good,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “Then follow me.”

Before you could respond, he grabbed your hand and started running. The ground beneath your feet shifted and swayed, the silver streets transforming into a kaleidoscope of colors. You stumbled, but Luigi’s grip was firm, pulling you along with him. The air rushed past your face, carrying the scent of saltwater and something faintly metallic.

As you ran, the city around you began to dissolve into something even more surreal. Buildings melted into forests of crystal, their branches reaching up to touch the swirling sky. The ground beneath you became a mosaic of shifting tiles, each one glowing with a different color.

Luigi suddenly stopped, turning to face you. His eyes were dark, filled with an intensity that made your stomach flip. “Do you feel it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “The power of this place?”

You nodded, unable to speak. The air around you felt charged, as if the entire world was alive and pulsing with energy.

Luigi stepped closer, his chest nearly touching yours. “Good,” he said, his voice dropping even lower. “Because this is where we take control.”

Before you could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours. The kiss was soft at first, almost tentative, but it quickly deepened, igniting a fire in your chest. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between you.

The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the heat of the moment. Your hands found their way to his hair, tangling in the soft curls as you kissed him back with everything you had.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless. Luigi’s eyes were dark with desire, and his voice was rough when he spoke. “You’re stronger than you think,” he said, his hands still resting on your waist. “And together, we’re unstoppable.”

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. “What do we do now?”

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Now,” he said, “we play.”

With that, he stepped back, his eyes never leaving yours. The world around you shifted again, the crystal forest transforming into a labyrinth of mirrors. Each one reflected a different version of you—some confident, some afraid, some completely unrecognizable.

Luigi’s voice echoed through the labyrinth, low and tantalizing. “Find me,” he said, his tone teasing. “If you can.”

Your heart raced as you stepped into the maze, your reflection staring back at you from every angle. The air was thick with anticipation, and you could feel Luigi’s presence somewhere nearby, just out of reach.

As you moved deeper into the labyrinth, you heard his voice again, closer this time. “You’re getting warmer,” he purred, the sound sending shivers down your spine.

You turned a corner, and there he was, leaning casually against one of the mirrors. His eyes gleamed with mischief, and his lips curved into a slow, predatory smile. “Found me,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction.

Before you could respond, he closed the distance between you, his hands sliding over your hips and pulling you closer. His lips found yours again, the kiss even more intense than before. His tongue slipped into your mouth, and you moaned softly, your hands gripping his shoulders for support.

The world around you seemed to spin, the mirrors dissolving into a haze of light and color. When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your hearts pounding in unison.

Luigi’s eyes were dark with desire, and his voice was rough when he spoke. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

His grin widened, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “Then let’s see how far we can go_

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