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So... Valerio Held shared this picture with the caption "A novembreee!!!!!!", wich translates to "In November!!!!!!".

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Valerio Held: Duck Avenger

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Valerio Held, in Thorsten Brümmel's Paperinik Comic Art Gallery Room (comicartfans.com)

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John: Then let's resume the game... but I let Daisy take the last shot!

Zio Paperone e la rivincita della Wild Card (2023)

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Recensione "PaperPuccini" di Walt Disney

In occasione del 100° anniversario della scomparsa di Giacomo Puccini, il volume PaperPuccini rende omaggio al genio e al talento del compositore italiano. Con la straordinaria partecipazione di Andrea Bocelli, che quest’anno celebrerà i 30 anni di una straordinaria carriera, nel ruolo di Andrea Vocelli. Mossi dal desiderio e dalla curiosità di incontrare il giovane PaperPuccini, Topolino e…

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

The Day We Learned to Argue ~Part 2~

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Valerio: "Inspection?"

Silvio: "Yeah. I've heard that because of the monster, the children in town can no longer play in the sea around here."

Silvio: "I want to do something about it, but if I don't actually see the monster, I won't be able to come up with a plan."

Valerio: "Why would you do something like that, brother?"

Silvio: "I'm a member of the royal family. If the adults don't believe in the monster, then, as a kid, I have to do it."

After a moment of silence, Valerio nodded determinedly.

Valerio: "In that case, I'll do it too!"

Silvio: "Huh? I don't think someone like you, who came out of curiosity, can handle something like this."

Silvio: "For an 'inspection,' you need 'careful preparation' and 'calm response.'"

Valerio: "Can you do that, brother?"

Silvio: "Of course! I've read plenty of books about sea monsters in the library."

Silvio: "I've considered multiple responses as well."

Valerio: "Then you should be able to handle it even if I go with you."

Valerio: "I'm coming with you!"

Silvio: "I can imagine you crying and running away."

Silvio: "Go home."

Following Silvio's brisk pace, Valerio chased after him.

Valerio: "I won't cry or run away!"

Valerio: "I'm a member of the royal family too."

Silvio: "Tch, do whatever you want."

After walking along the pure white sandy beach for a while, they arrived at the cave rumored to be the dwelling place of the monster.

As they cautiously stepped into the dim cave一

Valerio: "I heard a strange sound just now."

Valerio: "Maybe the monster is hungry."

Silvio: "No, that can't be it. It sounded like metal scraping against each other."

Valerio: "I heard that the monster's body is made of metal and gemstones."

Valerio: "That's why gemstones are sometimes found on the beach."

Silvio: "Hey, shut up. I hear something again."

As Silvio covered Valerio's mouth, someone stealthily approached them from behind.

Man: "Hey, you brats. Didn't you hear that naughty kids who enter the monster's nest will be eaten?"

Valerio & Silvio: "!!"

The sturdy, dirty man with an intense gaze didn’t seem like an ordinary person.

Valerio: “H-He’s a thief! We have to run! Why are you stopping me, brother!?”

Silvio held onto the hem of Valerio’s clothing and remained still.

A determined, sea-colored gaze met Valerio’s teary, sky-colored eyes.

Silvio: “It’s impossible. There are more than ten of them. There’s only one escape route, and even if we fight, we can’t beat them.”

Silvio: “It’s better to get caught here and wait for an opportunity.”

Valerio: “..........”

They were taken to the deepest part of the cave, where precious metals and jewelry were piled up everywhere. Some areas were filled with water, and the air felt damp and gloomy.

Valerio: “..........”

Silvio glanced at Valerio, who was hugging his knees, and then walked around to explore the area.

He touched the walls to check the condition of the stones and felt the ground to determine its geological composition.

Then he threw stones into the pools of water and looked inside.

Silvio: "It's deep."

After murmuring softly, Silvio glanced at the guard, lying lazily in a distant place.

Valerio: "*sobs*"

Silvio: "Tch, shut up. Stop crying."

Silvio sat down next to Valerio and let out a sigh.

Valerio: "But there's no monster. Instead, there are thieves who are going to sell us."

After saying that, Valerio held back his tears and looked upward, blinking rapidly.

Silvio: "Sell us, huh? Right, they were planning to sell us. Isn't that great?"

Valerio: "What are you talking about, brother?"

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Part 3 ╎ Part 4

[thebeautifulbook]

MEMORIE, IMPRESE ET RITRATTI DE’SIGNORI ACCADEMICI GELATI DI BOLOGNE by Conte Valerio Zani (d.1696). (Bologna: Per Ii Manolessi, 1672).

A fan design, in contrast to a fanfare, late seventeenth century.

held by Princeton University.

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[eventinelysplayground]

Permission

This is a fic I wrote because of a conversation I had way back in the fall with someone. It's not an uncommon idea and I believe she had mentioned others have touched on it but I kept coming back to it every once in awhile so I wrote something out for it. This fic briefly explores an alternate direction for things to go after Chevs romantic route chapter 23(?). I may flush this out and make it a bigger alternate fic series thing but idk yet. WC approx 655.

It had been a long, unforgiving few days that had pushed Rio to his limits and now he stood in Rhodolite's throne room facing down two kings. One who he hated and one he didn't even know, despite his insistences otherwise. Others may have been intimidated by the two powerful men but Rio stood tall and faced the men straight on.

“I still can't believe you've been here all this time.”

“Had we been aware of Prince Valerio's identity I assure you we would have informed your majesty.”

Sariel's smile was the same as it always was and Rio took comfort in the familiarity of it.

“I'm sorry for any trouble I've caused you but as I’ve been saying the last few days I have no memories from before five years ago.”

“Whatever the case may be I'm just happy to have found you safe and alive my son.”

The older man came and rested his hand on Rio's shoulder.

Rio stared at the older man for a moment then gave him a faint smile that told nothing and hid everything. He had been trying desperately to remember these last few days and those glimpses of memories he was able to unearth weren't pleasant. If he had known he'd end up in the palace once again he never would have come into town.

“I'm certain once you're back home your memories will return quickly. Your mother will be so happy to see you again, she's been quite upset ever since you disappeared.”

Rio's smile faltered for just a second at the mention of his mother.

“Yes I know that she must be but…”

Rio trailed off and glanced at the throne. Eyes the color of the sky meet eyes as cold as ice and Rio now knew how this was going to end.

“I’ve spent the last five years here in Rhodolite and it's my home now. I won't return to Benitoite with you, your majesty.”

The King of Benitoite let go of Rio's shoulders and his head jerked back in shock.

“Prince Valerio, surely you're joking?”

The high pitched voice belonged to a noblewoman from Benitoite who was now Rhodolite's Queen, at least in name. Her exclamation gave the King enough time to recover and he followed his son's gaze to the still lone throne.

“Do you intend to stand in the way of my son returning to Benitoite King Chevalier?”

“No, Prince Valerio is free to leave Rhodolite.”

“I thought that's what you would say. Though I don't think it's fair of you King Chevalier.”

“What you think does not matter, Mutt.”

Rio's smile held firm put took on a menacing edge as he stared at Chevalier, who returned Rio's disturbing smile with one of his own. Sariel and the Queen stood still and silent at the sudden turn of the conversation going on.

“If my son is truly free to leave then I will be taking him home with me, immediately.”

“Do as you please.”

“I refuse.”

“Valerio-”

One of the throne rooms' big doors opened slightly admitting a soldier with long hair that was tied back. He bowed quickly and Rio's smile finally fell from his face.

"Bring them."

"As you command your Majesty."

The man turned behind him and ushered in two figures. Rio saw how Emma stood uneasily in front of the doors obviously not wanting to move any further inward. The small child in her arms looked around the room clearly in awe of it, then he spotted Rio and his blue eyes lit up and a huge grin spread across the boys' face as he wriggled free from Emma's arms and ran straight for him.

“Rio!”

“I see.”

Sariel's taught voice was barely above a whisper but Rio caught his words just the same. He lifted the smiling boy up in his arms and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Although Prince Valerio is free to do as he wishes…”

Chevalier stood up and strode towards Rio, taking the boy from his arms when he reached them.

“The first prince and his mother are not allowed to leave Rhodolite."

[nightghoul381]

Silvio 3rd Anniversary Event

A Beast's Dream Realized by Beauty Premium End

Returning from my voyage ahead of schedule, Emma showed me a faded treasure map.

I didn’t even realize at the time that this was a gateway to my dark past…

Emma stared at the map so intently as if she wanted to go, and the words spilled out involuntarily.

Silvio: “Do you wanna go to the island?”

Emma: “What, is that okay? I really want to go!”

Silvio: “How refreshingly honest of you.”

Silvio: “It’s about as far as a kid can go. It’s not a dangerous island or far enough away to cross the sun.”

Silvio: “It’s just right for an inexperienced voyager like you.”

(You’ve been saying for a while that you want to sail together.)

Emma finally has the opportunity to fulfil her wish, and the corners of her mouth rise in happiness.

Emma: “Silvio, I love you!”

Silvio: “Hey, I always tell you not to hug me outta nowhere like that.”

Emma: “I know you’re secretly happy inside!”    

            

(This woman…)

Silvio: “If you know, don’t go out of your way to tell me!”

Emma: “Wha… mmm, Prince Silvio…”

Half as revenge, I rolled Emma onto the bed, bringing our lips together in a deep kiss.

Kissing for the first time in a few days shatters all rationality, we lose all restraint as our tongues twine together.

(…It’s not every day you get to see someone so happy to go on their first voyage.)

The innocent smile from earlier tickled my chest and a slight ache followed.

(…you’re so different from me.)

The reason I first went to sea wasn’t for longing or anything, it was just an escape.

Silvio: “Fuck you, you old bastard!”

I grabbed a pebble that had fallen near me and threw it into the sea.

The dumb sound that should have been heard was disturbed by the waves, and the pebble fell without a sound.

Sitting on the sandy beach, I clenched my fists painfully, trying to control my anger.

(What did I do? I ain’t done nothing!)

(Which one of us is the kid, acting as if you don’t know me, denying my very existence!)

(The other guys open their mouths too. Compared to Valerio, Prince Valerio is better, If it was Valerio…)

(You ain’t looking at me or Valerio properly, so don’t compare us!)

(Hit your finger on the corner and scream in agony! You idiot!!)

Because the old man hates himself, the strange looks he gives me for such a stupid reason,

How good is Valerio? I’m sick and tired of being compared,

In order to release the pent-up anger, I would regularly come to the sea like this to vent my emotions.

I held my knees and gaze out at the jewel-like shimmer of the deep red-colored water.

(…..)

(…I’ve gotta go home.)

Just thinking about it made it feel like there was a heavy weight pressing down on my shoulders.

When I return home, I’ll have to face another unreasonable and suffocating day, which I can’t do anything about as a child.

I’d gotten used to it compared to when it first started.

Still, if I have the option not to go home, I don’t want to go home.

(I’d be happier diving into the sea and feeling suffocated. That’s how much…)

(I don’t wanna go home!!)

The old man who spits out he’s a kid in that way comes to mind and I angrily throw another stone into the sea.

No matter how many times I come to the sea, I will never be completely free of discomfort, anger or loneliness.

Still, I don’t know how to calm my emotions other than throwing stones or kicking sand.

(I need to hurry up and become an adult.)

The options offered to me now are too few.

Silvio: “……”

Silvio: “…Maybe if I went across the sea, I wouldn’t have to think about all this.”

I didn’t want to use my longing as an excuse to escape.

But even my bravado had a limit at this time.

After that, I rushed through preparations and went out to sea early the next morning, alone.

I had heard from adults about the dangers of the sea, but if I had said anything, they would stop me because I’m a prince and a member of the royal family.

So what. Who would be sad if something happened. No one.

Then I’ll annoy you to no end.

Such a childish rebellion may have been the main trigger that brought me out to sea.

I rowed a small boat out to where I couldn’t see the harbor, and when my arms began to get tired, I let go of the oars.

I leaned back against the luggage and closed my eyes.

Silvio: “…”

Silvio: “…It’s quiet.”

All that could be heard was the sound of the waves hitting the boat.

The sea was quieter than I had imagined and I felt a little scared.

(But there’s no one here to deny me or compare me.)

(…even though I’m lonely, I don’t feel bad about it.)

It’s a dozen times better to feel alone at sea than to feel alone among people you know.

Silvio: “Hmm…there’s something over there… an island?”

The shadow suddenly came into view and I picked up the map behind me and leaned forward to check it.

(Yeah, it’s a lonely island after all.)

(Just looking at the map alone, it doesn’t look like a very big island.)

(Often in stories, pirate treasure is buried on islands like that.)

(…Or I’m really asleep.)

Not knowing how to control my overflowing curiosity, I found myself reaching for the oars and rowing frantically.

I continued to row for more than ten minutes, but the island never seemed to get any closer.

(Damn… I need a break.)

(I thought it’d be easy because it’s a small boat, but it’s tough. It’s taking all of my strength.)

(If I’m going out to sea, I’d rather be with someone else than alone.)

(By rowing the oars one at a time, I can conserve energy and carry half my luggage.)

(…plus, I bet there’ll be treasure to hunt.)

(I guess it’ll be twice as much fun to search for the treasure as it is to find it.)

Silvio: “…”

Silvio: “… ha, that’s bullshit.”

Self-deprecating words spill out of my mouth and I pretend not to notice the rising bitterness as I row the oars.

(Even children know that expectations can be betrayed.)

(No one’s ever gonna accept me and only me, without any titles or ties.)

(I can’t do this for the rest of my life.)

Silvio: “Don’t push there you idiot!”

Emma: “Eh?

Emma: “Whaaaa…!!”

The uncomfortable feeling didn’t come until after entering the cave, when I remembered memories that I had completely forgotten,

Emma got caught in a trap and we were separated.

Silvio: “Damn, I remembered too late.”

I hit the wall vigorously and held my head.

(The treasure, the map, the traps were actually from me as a kid…)

(If Emma gets hurt because of this, I’ll hate myself for the rest of my life!)

(In other words, when you see a treasure map, remember it right away. I’m an idiot!)

(I’ll go to where Emma is for now.)

(If I remember correctly, that trap should have been connected to a spot on the second level of the cave.)

After taking a deep breath, desperately trying to suppress the urge to hit myself,

Running through a number of traps, I was able to join up with Emma without incident, but another problem surfaced.

The problem was exactly what I expected.

Emma: “Will you let us continue our treasure hunt?”

(I knew this would happen…)

Emma grabbed my cloak to stop me from leaving the cave.

Silvio: “I told you earlier, it’s a treasure I hid when I was playing as a kid.”

Silvio: “I don’t remember what I put in there either, but it sure ain’t worth more than a piece of junk.”

Emma: “Not to me.”

Silvio: Ah?”

Emma: “The treasures hidden by you are priceless, Prince Silvio.”

(I expected you would say that.)

(Because you’re interested in anything related to me anyway.)

That, for Emma, is what makes it valuable.

It’s more embarrassing than pleasing.

But it’s more adorable than embarrassing, makes me want to scratch my chest.

(You’re askin’ me to do something for you. I’m weak, you idiot.)

A loud sigh of surrender spilled from my lips.

Silvio: “Alright, keep searching for the treasure till you’re satisfied.”

Emma: “Thank you so much…!”

Silvio: “But from here on, no more hints.”

Silvio: “If you want it enough to beg for it, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Emma: “Yes, I will definitely find it!”

As promised, Emma pushed deep into the cave, map in hand.

I followed behind her while hiding my uneasiness and worry that she may get caught in a trap.

I said it to myself, but I didn’t want to experience the frustration of not being able to do anything even though I was by her side.

~~~

After some time, Emma finally finds my childhood treasure.

It was unexpected, even for me, that I was so pleased to see her running up to me with a big smile on her face that I couldn’t help but be happy with her.

If anything, I was happier than Emma.

(Damn it… I was more of a kid than anyone else, wasn’t I?)

By the time we left the cave and reached the sea, the sky had turned a deep red.

Emma set the treasure box on the beach and looked up.

Emma: “So… Can I open it?”

Silvio: “There’s no way there’s anything important in an unlocked box. You don’t need to ask.”

Emma: “There’s always a ‘maybe’!”

I deliberately raised my eyebrows but crouched next to Emma, resting my chin on my hand.

Silvio: “If there is anything of worthwhile in there, I’ll have to give myself a pat on the back for understanding the value of things as a kid.”

Emma: “Oh, I wouldn’t expect that at all.”

Silvio: “You know what I mean. Come on, open it up.”

(Looking at the box, I still can’t remember what I put in it.)

(I mean, it really doesn’t matter.)

Feeling a little sorry, I poked her arm with my elbow to hurry her along.

Emma opened the lid as prompted and looked inside to find a translucent stone and a faded piece of paper.

My shoulders, that had been raised with tension, fell with relief.

(Thank goodness… No weird stuff in it.)

Emma: “It’s a beautiful stone.”

Silvio: “It’s an agate. You can probably find one on the beach if you look hard enough.”

Silvio: “The surface is so clean, it had to have been polished on purpose.”

Emma: “It think it was worth it for little Silvio at the time, wasn’t it?”

Emma: “Can I keep the agate stone?”

Silvio: “You found the treasure, do what you want.”

Emma: “Thank you.”

(It’s just like you to be that happy because of a rock a kid found on the beach.)

When I was a kid, I never would have imagined that the one who would find the treasure would be my future fiancée.

(The rest is just a piece of paper but what’s written on the back?)

At the same time that I looked at it, Emma picked up the faded piece of paper.

I watched her curiously, wondering if she was thinking the same thing I was, then she gently turned it over.

There, written in a child’s messy handwriting is…

“I’ll make you my number one henchman. Together we’ll acquire all the treasures of the world!”

“First Prince of Benitoite Silvio Ricci.”

My mind went blank and I found myself reaching for the piece of paper in Emma’s hands.

Silvio: “AAAAaaagggghhhh…!!!”

Emma: “Aaaahh! Don’t tear the paper!!”

Whether I wanted to steal it or not, I grabbed the edges of the paper. It’s a tug of war.

Silvio: “Shut up! If you don’t want me to die, let go!”

Emma: “I don’t want you to die or let you destroy it!”

But Emma was a cut above the rest, shaking me off and running down the beach.

(I knew I shouldn’t have let you look for that treasure…!)

(The reason I couldn’t remember wasn’t because I forgot, it’s because it was no good for me.)

(Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been convinced!)

I chase after Emma, but the sand is uneven and I can’t step properly.

(If this happens…)

Silvio: “Damn it, give it back!!”

Emma: “You said ‘do what I want with the treasure’, I also own this paper—”

(Now…!)

Emma: “Uwaah…!?”

I jumped up, wrapping my arms around Emma’s waist, and we fell onto the beach, sliding on the sand.

It’s not how I would have grabbed my fiancée, but I can’t afford to be considerate right now.

(Did I really want to go out to sea so badly as a kid that I would go to the trouble of putting this paper in my treasure?)

(Did I really… want a friend that much?)

I couldn’t tell anyone and still couldn’t give up.

This is a child’s silly little dream, hiding his hopes in a treasure chest.

Once I realized and admitted it, my heart became even more flustered.

(I’m so embarrassed, I want to drown, screaming into the sea…)

(This is just dark history!)

Emma, lying on her back, looks up at me.

The paper was held tightly in her hands.

Silvio: “Give it back.”

Emma: “…Understood.”

Silvio: “Suddenly you’re very understanding. What do you want?”

(This woman says things that are out of the ordinary, which makes me curious--)

Emma: “Prince Silvio, make me your number one henchman.”

Silvio: “…What?”

(What is she talking about? Are you kidding me?)

(No, it’s Emma, she really wants to be.)

(…are you really taking what a kid wrote in the heat of the moment seriously?)

When I was at a loss for words from the shock, Emma’s eyebrows lowered for some reason, as if she had remembered something.

(What did you think this time, busybody?)

Emma: “Since I’m your fiancée, can I not be your henchman?”

Silvio: “……”

Silvio: “Pffft…. Hahaha…!”

Emma: “You don’t have to laugh so hard!”

Silvio: “Of course I’d laugh, you’re making such a blatantly depressed face… Hahaha.”

Laughter spills out incessantly and even I can’t control it. 2613

When I look down at Emma, whose face is redder than the setting sun, she presses her hands to the beach to hide her embarrassment.

(It was a dream I had forgotten, but I can’t just dismiss it as a memory.)

(That said…)

Silvio: “You definitely can’t be my henchman.”

Silvio: “A henchman who gets seasick after an hour would be useless, right?”2618

At my words, Emma smiles dazzlingly.

Emma: “I will definitely cure my seasickness!”

Emma: “I want to do a lot more sailing and treasure hunting with you, Prince Silvio,”

Silvio: “You got my hopes up, I’m not gonna let you give up halfway through.”

Emma: “Of course, I’ll keep all the promises I’ve made to you.”

Silvio: “Ha, you would say that.”

(We’re both blushing, what are we doing?)

(… I look like an idiot, but I’m happy.)

The reason I went out to sea that day was to escape.

But without it, I wouldn’t have been able to remember my childhood dreams and accomplish them in a different way.

(No, if I hadn’t met Emma, I would never have been able to remember or achieve it.)

(Don’t try to make me like you when I’m already your fiancé.)

I don’t care if it’s called an accusation.

If I don’t put some tyrannical words together, I won’t be able to control my thoughts.

(…It’s probably too late for that now.)

As if admitting everything, but still not wanting to be noticed, I deceptively press my lips to hers.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Premium End | Epilogue

[theesirenteller]

❝Wait- we’re having a baby?❞

Valerio Montesinos Rojas x F!OC Lolitá

"Valerio, estoy embarazada."

I'm pregnant .

"What?!" The Diplomat Heir yelled out from across the indoor pool room. The vibrant reggaeton music blared from the speakers; causing a vibration rattle to the glass walls and windows. The fluffy-haired male only shot her an intoxicated smile before continuing to sway his hips and dance to the music. Valerio jumped around as the beat sped up.

Lolitá sighed and chewed at the side of her lip. Her pineapple juice trembled within the flute glass that she held onto tightly. The familiar sense of nausea crept up the back of her throat. The in-between of her toes grew sweaty like her armpits and neck. Her head began to throb as her eyes grew blurry. Oh, how she wished she wasn't a coward. Lolitá had been with Valerio for over six months now and with both of their track records regarding relationships, that was the closest to serious either of them had ever gotten. She loved him. She loved him more than she ever thought she loved anyone, even herself. He was truly one of a kind. Not just as a lover but just as a person in general. So wild at heart, so upbeat, and felt his emotions deeply, embraced every and any emotion he felt. And Lolita didn't want to lose him. Or be the cause of breaking his sobriety.

The pair had met at an overpriced Rehab facility in Italy. He made the once dreary place turn to sunshine. They'd recovered from their addictions and as a result of that became addicted to each other. Valerio took her everywhere with him. Now that he managed Carla's winery, he was busy quite a lot. "Co- dependants" was what Lolitá's psychiatrist called them. The shrink was shortly fired after that. Lolitá lived in a blissful delusion when it came to her relationship. As long as they weren't cheating on one another or doing drugs…then they were perfect.

"Fuck." she cursed to herself and just as she was about to get from her seat, Lolitá was tackled onto her back by Valerio. "¡Idiota! You're gonna suffocate me!" she wheezed as he smothered her with kisses.

Valerio could be the living embodiment of the phrase 'Golden Retriever Boyfriend'. He couldn't keep his hands off of her. His palms gripped her breasts as he kissed her neck. His long fingers tugged at the skimpy strings of her bikini top as he playfully bit at her ear, "Aw mí flor no seas así." my flower don't be like that.

He then cupped her face in his hands as he placed a kiss on her forehead " Why so tense baby?" he asked with a thick accent.

This was it. It was now or never.

"Because…" she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "I'm pregnant."

"Wait, so…we're having a baby? Un chiquito Valerio y Lolitá?" His questioning tone slowly turned to one that was filled with excitement. " Por favor, open your eyes, Litá." Valerio laughed.

And so she did. "You aren't upset?"

"Upset? No! This is amazing. Una regalo de Dios." it's a gift from god." He smiled. He then proceeded to place a soft kiss of reassurance to her lips. To which Lolitá kissed him with a passionate embrace. Her arms wrapping around his neck. Happiness vibrating off of the both of them.

Valerio pulled away for a moment to reveal to mischievous smirk. "We're gonna throw the biggest party to celebrate. Wait until Lu finds out she's going to be uná tiá."

[marble-hand]

[ manny jacinto, cis-man, he/him ] Look who just landed! VALERIO “VAL” DIZON, I sure hope you packed all you need. Perhaps you’re not worried as FORCE LEADER of THE OVERSEERS. The city has plenty of spots for a 34 year old HEXTECH USER like you. You’ll be known in the city soon enough as THE MARBLE HAND, being RIGHTEOUS and CREDULOUS.

OOC INFO

OOC: Jun, PT, any pronouns/siya

Muse’s Name(s): Valerio “Val” Dizon

Tagging System: Below

Interview: Here

STATISTICS

Full Name: Valerio Dizon

Nickname: Val

Date of Birth: October 4, 2371

Gender: Cis-man

Pronouns: He/him

Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Current Age: 34

Modification: Hextech User – White Titanium Gauntlets AKA The Marble Hands

Affiliation: The Overseers

Birthplace: Marwar District, New Jakarta

Current Neighbourhood: Sora, New Jakarta

Occupation: Force Leader of The Overseers

Known Languages: Tagalog (native), English (native), Mandarin (conversational), Bahasa Indonesian (conversational), Japanese (conversational)

APPEARANCE

Faceclaim: Manny Jacinto

Height: 5'11"

Eye Colour: Dark brown

Hair Colour: Black

Clothing Style: Usually in uniform, otherwise minimal, clean, and comfy a la Scandinavian Minimalist core 

Jewellery: Multiple rings to fidget with if he’s not wearing his gauntlets, but very deliberately keeps his ring finger free

Tattoos: N/A

Marks/Scars: A few burn scars from his time in the bakery, numerous scars from front-line duty, and a larger scar on this back that he got during “training” when he first got recruited into the Overseers

Modifications: Hextech user

Scent/Fragrance: Like freshly baked bread

FAVOURITES

Likes: Any sort of freshly baked bread or pastry, Filipino drink desserts, a good time in karaoke

Dislikes: Criminals with no remorse, disorderly conduct, people who leave less than 5 star reviews about his mom’s bakery 

Hobbies: Basketball, baking, recipe development

Habits: Fidgeting with rings or the crystals on his gauntlets, code-switching between more casual and formal talk off/on duty

One Cherished Item: A personalized apron and oven mitt set from Santi for their six month anniversary

BIOGRAPHY

Always "Val," and never "Valerio Dizon"—unless it was his mother scolding him for staying out too late. Val was the kind of guy who made people feel at ease. Popular, good-natured, the one who’d help walk an old lady across the street without a second thought or share his lunch with a classmate who’d forgotten theirs. Up until high school, he never aspired to be anything more than what he was, a regular kid with a decent life in New Jakarta’s Marwar District.

Born to a single mother who ran the family bakery, Valerio’s Bake Shop, Val’s life followed a comfortable, if predictable, routine. The bakery was a local favorite, known for its warm, flaky pastries and the kind smile his mother greeted everyone with. For Val, the future seemed simple: he’d take over the bakery, maybe work part-time during college, and continue the family tradition. Ambition wasn’t something that had crossed his mind. Why would it? Life was normal. It was fine.

But even in his laid-back existence, he held an unwavering belief in justice. Though he was one of the popular kids, Val always made sure everyone was included, that no one felt left out. He’d step in when the neighborhood kids got too rough, making them apologize if they bumped into someone. Laws and order kept life safe, and that’s how Val liked it. Stable. Secure.

Until it wasn’t.

The robbery was a shock. A bakery of all places. The desperation in New Jakarta was growing, people were hungry—not just for food, but for survival. Val remembers running home, heart pounding, fearing the worst. The storefront window was shattered, glass littering the sidewalk, but his mother, though shaken, was unharmed. Relief washed over him, but reality punched him straight in the face—their safety had been an illusion, a fragile thing easily broken as the bakery’s window.

At the scene, Val’s eyes were drawn to an Overseer, an imposing figure clad in sleek armor, weapons glowing with the eerie light of Hextech crystals. The Overseer moved with authority, surveying the damage with a calm, focused demeanor. Val had never seen anything like it. The man approached him, asked if he was the owner’s son. When Val nodded, the Overseer placed a heavy, gloved hand on his shoulder. “Be strong,” he said, his voice steady. “Protect your mother. We won’t always be here.”

Those words struck something deep within Val. The Overseer’s presence, the power he wielded, and the responsibility he bore—it all crystallized in Val’s mind. He wanted to be strong enough to protect those he loved, to uphold the laws that kept people safe. For the first time, Val felt a drive, a purpose that went beyond the bakery and the simple life he’d always imagined.

From that day on, Val’s path shifted. With less than a year before his high school graduation, he poured himself into his studies, especially anything that would help him understand the law, justice, and the workings of the city. He trained his body, pushing himself to physical limits he’d never considered before. His mother supported him, proud of his newfound determination, even if it meant a different, bigger, future than she’d envisioned.

Val joined the Overseers as soon as he was able, climbing the ranks with a mix of hard work, innate talent, and that fierce belief in justice that had always been a part of him. He specialized in Hextech weaponry, just like the man he admired all those years ago. His titanium white gauntlets becoming his signature, earning him the nickname “The Marble Hand.”

Despite his rise, Val never lost that good-natured, approachable side. He was known for his fairness, his refusal to bend the rules, but also for his empathy. He argued for mercy when he believed people were victims of circumstance, remembering his own past and the desperation he had seen in the eyes of those who had turned to crime.

Now, as the Force Leader of the Overseers, Val is in a position of power he never sought but fully embraced. He sees himself in the new recruits, those young, eager faces that remind him of the boy he once was—the one who had no real ambition until the day his world was shaken. Val takes it upon himself to mentor them, to instill in them the same belief in justice that drives him. He’s seen the darkness in the city, but he’s also seen the light, and he’s determined to guide the next generation of law enforcers, and anyone else he can bring along, towards that light.

RELATIONSHIPS AND CONNECTIONS (More TBA)

Mother - Marigold Santos Dizon

Val had always admired his mom. Growing up, he was a bit of a brat—he can admit that now—but looking back, he feels a little sorry for the way he acted. It wasn’t until he got older that he realized the situation they were in: a single mom running a bakery by herself, keeping everything together with sheer willpower and ungodly early mornings. Val remembers how she would wake up at 3 or 4 in the morning to get the day’s stock of baked goods going, a routine that seemed as natural to her as breathing.

By the time Val was in high school, he couldn’t just watch her do it all alone. He started getting up early too, helping her out before heading off to practice. It wasn’t much, but he wanted to do his part. Those early mornings taught him perseverance, a trait he knows he inherited from her.

Now, as he climbs the ranks in the Overseers and dreams of a better future for both himself and the city, he wishes he could do more for her. Val hopes to see her retire soon, but he wonders if she could really let go of the bakery. It’s been her life’s work, her pride. Would she find fulfillment in retirement, or would she miss the routine, the sense of purpose it gave her?

One thing Val does know, however, is that she keeps asking when he’s going to get married. She says it doesn’t matter who, as long as he’s happy. Val finds her persistence amusing and endearing, a reminder that no matter how much his life changes, some things—like his mom’s unconditional love and prized pandesal recipe—will always stay the same.

Boyfriend - Santi Amarin-Zhao

The words were already spilling out of his mouth before he could think. He had just finished a routine line of questioning, and before Val knew it, his next question had him asking out New Jakarta’s most eligible bachelor and X Academy’s CEO on a date. Val’s heart nearly stopped as he realized what he’d done—he’d never fumbled like that before when asking someone out. He was about to apologize, to take it back, but then Santi said, “Sure.” Just like that. 

They’ve gone on quite a few dates since then, and Val likes to think they’re going steady, exclusive even. But he can’t help noticing the walls Santi has put up. Their relationship isn’t public, Santi avoids any kind of PDA, and sometimes he feels just out of reach, even during late nights when it’s just the two of them in bed. It’s like Santi’s there, but not fully there.

Still, it doesn’t shake Val’s faith in him. He trusts Santi. They both want the same thing, right? For this city to be better, safer. Val tells himself that’s enough, even if getting closer to Santi feels like trying to touch something through glass.

[corleonewrites]

La Vérité

AU: Anatomy of a Fall (2023)

Vincent Renzi x Original Female Character fanfic.

Summary: Two people connected by the same past. Two lawyers. And one tangled case which brought them back together again, giving them the opportunity to sort out their feelings towards each other, no matter how painful memories are to both of them can be.

Chapter 4. Gnossiennes: No. 1

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It never occurred to me before, but I got really suspicious about the woman whose case we were about to solve and present at the court. And only when I was preparing myself to leave the hotel room next morning to meet Vincent and our defendant, I gave a second thought to the way of how did Vincent describe her.

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“Who’re we going to represent in the court?”, I asked my ex-tutor when the waiter brought me my coffee.

“She’s a good friend of mine, actually, I’ve known her and her husband for a couple of years now”, Vincent replied, when surprisingly for myself I drew close attention to it. “Her name is Sandra Voyter, she is a writer”

I didn’t believe in a “good friend” between a man and a woman, despite the fact that I had a friend of mine from university years, but I knew that he liked me at some point.

“Ah, well, okay”, I shoved it off, taking a sip from my coffee. Vincent looked at me long enough and asked:

“What?”

I got confused:

“What “what”?”

“What’s the reaction of yours?”

“You never told me about her before”, I shoved it off again, feeling the jealousy rising up out of nowhere. Even though Renzi wasn’t mine it was tough to believe that he could have women friends or hang out with somebody else.

“Oh, but we didn’t talk much with her anyways so there was no need to tell you”, he put the ash from his cigarette in the ashtray.

I got furious, not only I wanted to win the case but to win his attention over everyone. I knew that it wasn’t right to think like that, and tried to put my concentration back to the case.

“Fair enough, monsieur Renzi”, I tried to reduced it from my head and asked the waiter to bring us new ashtray.

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Vincent’s red vintage Mercedes stopped near the big wooden house with a balcony facing picturesque view on mountains. A woman with short blonde hair was standing there, and when she recognized us – she disappeared, probably getting down to greet us.

I remembered Renzi’s car from university years, when he used to pick me up after classes or from my flat and we drove somewhere only we knew where.

We got out of the car and Vincent introduced me to the woman:

“This is Camille Cadieux, I already told you about her and her abilities in law and advocacy, she was one of the best in my class during her master studies. Camille, this is Sandra Voyter”

“Nice to meet you”, Sandra held out her hand, smiling. I didn’t like to look at people’s eyes when I was meeting them for the first time, which was a very bad habit of mine, so black sunglasses were protecting my sight this time, when I shook Sandra’s hand:

“Likewise” We got inside spacious house, greeted Sandra’s son and his guide dog Snoop and sat around kitchen table, just as soon as the kettle finished boiling.

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“One ticket to Indian Summer, please”

I loved going to cinema by myself, it gave me the opportunity to pay very close attention to the film and not to care whether my companion liked the film or not. I’ve seen Indian Summer before, but since there was Valerio Zurlini’s retrospective at cinema and this film was among the other works of this Italian director I couldn’t miss the opportunity to watch one of my favourite films on a big screen.

When the film finished, I was about to leave the cinema hall, when I recognized Vincent among the viewers, who was also on his way to leave the hall when he saw me.

“Salut, Camille”, he smiled, when I moved closer to him, continuing our way to the exit, “Did you love this film?”

“It’s one of my most favourite, and I’ve seen it couple of times before”, Renzi was a little surprised when he heard me, but I continued, “I’m a film addict, absolutely crazy about cinema”, but then I laughed, “These were the words of Jean-Luc Godard, but they describe me as well”

“I see”, my tutor laughed with me, “I love to go to cinema, and especially to see old films, good old classics, and this film put a big impression on me”

“Agree, I was blown away by it when I watched it for the first time”, I continued, when we were going down the stairs and exited the cinema, “But most of all I loved this melancholy and desperation which you can feel in this film, everything is screaming about it”

“Why did you love it?”, Vincent asked me, but I didn’t know if I wanted to answer this directly, I didn’t want to say that I felt the same way as almost all of the main characters in it: lonely, melancholy and in need to have someone beside me who would listen and understand. Not to let it out I answered:

“Everyone needs to have someone who’ll listen to them and everyone is afraid of loneliness, even though they won’t admit it firstly”

My tutor looked at me in silence, as if he sorted out my clue, and he probably did. I wanted to say something else, but on this exact moment the rain started, and I forgot to take an umbrella with me.

“I parked my car near the cinema, I can drove you home, that’s not a problem”, asked Vincent, when I put my hands over my head to cover it from the rain

“To be honest I wanted to go to the café and eat, you can join me, if it’s alright with you”, I said it and couldn’t believe myself, I had no idea what I was thinking. But since I honestly didn’t want to go home and wanted to know him better than just listening to his lectures and him criticizing my essay, I decided to give it a try.

“That’s okay with me, yes”, Vincent took car keys, “And since it’s the weekend we can discuss Indian Summer and all the other beautiful films in cinematography rather than your essay, which is, actually, one of the best that I’ve read”

“I’m flattered, monsieur Renzi”, I smiled, but inside myself I was screaming from joy, because I put a lot of effort on my degree essay and I was happy that he thought like this. And that’s how I got inside his car for the first time and we drove to the city center, when the rain intensified. ______________________________________________________________

“Well, what do you think?”

The sun was already done when we left Sandra’s house, heading to one of the bars in Grenoble, which was close to hotel where I was staying.

“We need to organize the expertise which will measure the angle of the fall and all the details which we haven’t seen”, I answered, checking my notes, “Also, we should find if there were some recordings of her conversations with everybody for the past time, especially with her late husband”

“You’re right, I thought about it, probably I have some convenient contacts left from my previous case, they can help us now”

“Good”, I didn’t even look at him, “Also, we must know who’ll be the victim’s lawyer, I know some people who can potentially be involved, and some of them are too smart, too perspicacious and too inquisitive, they can turn the case upside down if they want to.”

“We’ll need help and I have some people in mind who can help us with it”, my ex-tutor replied and stopped the car: we’ve reached our destination.

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In couple of days later, after the meeting at the cinema, when lectures were over, Vincent asked me if I wanted to visit Louvre, because during the discussion of my degree essay we somehow switched from the topic to discussion of law in art and I mentioned that Louvre had one of my favourite paintings: Death of the Virgin by Caravaggio was among them. My tutorial on essay was the last one of the studying day and monsieur Renzi asked if I wanted to visit Louvre that evening, as we had time. To be fair, I was surprised by his question, but agreed. When I got inside his car which was standing near the university, I saw Estella’s and Loise’s amazed gazes, but didn’t pay attention to them. Of course, they’d ask questions and of course I wouldn’t answer them neither their little annoying gossips.

And on exactly the same moment when I was standing in front of the painting Death of the Virgin by Caravaggio – I felt Vincent’s gaze at me behind my back. And my mind didn’t fool my senses about such things, this tension and curiosity was filling the area where we were standing. He moved slowly and closer to me, when my heart started to beat faster with every new second.

He stood near me, looking at me, but then his gaze fell on the painting and he said:

“Pure beauty and photographic depiction, and the sacral topic of it, that’s what makes this painting so beautiful and eye-catching”.

I couldn’t reply to him, it felt like I was frozen in one place and couldn’t move. I didn’t like this feeling at all and was surprised that I felt the curiosity growing inside me towards Vincent. Not only this. The worst was that I started to understand that I was falling for him and not in terms of tutor/student relationship at all, but in passion and admiration.

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“What’s the number of your room?”, Vincent asked me, when we were going up in the elevator at the hotel where I stayed. We just arrived from the bar, slightly drunk and out heads were dizzy. I didn't want him to walk me to my room, but Renzi was persistent. Years ago, I liked it, but now it drove me mad, but didn’t say no to him. I just knew where it could lead both of us if we decided to forget the past and release our faded attraction towards each other.

“Honestly, you’re unbearable sometimes”, I sighed and led him in the quiet corridor to my room, which was exactly in the middle of the corridor.

“I know this. And you know this, mademoiselle Cadieux and used to like it”, Renzi sighed and leaned on the wall, when I was trying to find keys of the room in my bag.

“But this time is over, monsieur Renzi and tomorrow we should be prepared to work”, I looked at him, “So now I’m going to bed to have the bits of sleep, and you should do this too”.

Vincent looked directly into my eyes without anything. After a couple of moments he just said quietly “Good night, Camille”. I took the last of my strength in my hands, looked away from him and turned the keys in the door lock, saying “Good night, Vincent”, without even looking at him. The door closed behind me and the darkness and silence of winter night surrounded me.

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La Vérité masterlist

[candied-boys]

Another - Rio x F! Reader Part 2

When Emma chooses another, Rio has to go home without her... But there's more awaiting him than just forgotten memories...

Themes: hurt and healing, facing the past, learning to love again, aka angst with a happy ending!

Warnings: angst, Rio route spoilers, eventual smut, written from Rio's POV

Part 1

You had wondered now and then.

As memories of your identity had begun to resurface, being betrothed was an obvious possibility for a prince. However, after having received the items found with you that rainy day, you dismissed the idea. The ring was never meant for a lover. No sentimental memorabilia lay tucked into the pockets of your long-forgotten coat.

Surely, had you a wife you would at least remember. Or so you assumed. Very incorrectly it appears.

The first question that comes to mind is not why you can't recall her, but why your ass of a brother never mentioned her. The answer wells up as swiftly as the anger surging within — because having mistresses is not only normal, it is expected. The one who brought you into this very world was your father's mistress. There was never any reason for Silvio to comment on your loyalty, or lack there of.

When your vision at last returns to perceiving the outside world, you are met with a brave face. Tears run down her youthful cheeks, yet she smiles to hide the heart you have broken.

“It does not matter, Your Majesty. That His Highness has returned safely is the only important part. I am sure there will be many more years ahead to make new memories than remedy the few we have left behind.”

A hand slips from yours to rest gently on the young woman's shoulder before your mother introduces her as if you are complete strangers.

When you were but eighteen she was brought to court to be an attendant to one of the late queen’s many ladies in waiting. She worked her way up through the ranks over the years, eventually earning her position as maiden in waiting to the second lady of the house — your mother.

At the time your mother was still mistress to the king and you an illegitimate bastard. Even if treated as a prince, naturally there was no chance of you being wed to a legitimate princess of another country. As both the daughter of a dear friend and being from a noble merchant family it was a favourable arrangement for all.

You grew up anticipating such a union, yet you still managed to forget.

“There is someone else you should meet, Valerio. One you'll be forgiven for not recognizing,” you mother finishes with a tender smile.

A subtle nod from her in the direction of the maid standing by the door. A deep breath from the lady you have just been told is your wife. A click, footsteps, and a nurse carrying a little girl no more than two.

Voice as sweet as a songbird she chirps, “Mammina!” and reaches out from the nurse's arms to be held by the one she clearly adores.

Those brilliant hues soften. The tears from earlier nowhere to be seen. Disappointment and heartache have been replaced by love and affection.

“Questo è tuo papà, piccina mia,” you hear her coo at the child before directing her gaze to you.

“Papà?” the little girl repeats, blinking at you with bright blue eyes identical to your own.

“Sì, papà,” her mother answers softly with a smile.

At this the small creature reaches out towards you with tiny hands.

“What does she want?” you ask cautiously.

“To be loved by her father…” your mother answers instead.

Steadying your heart with a shakey breath, you open your arms to the child. She leans in eagerly, climbing into your embrace. She is far heavier than you imagined for being so small. Tiny arms cling to your neck in a surprisingly strong chokehold. The world's softest skin rubs against yours where her chubby cheek nuzzles into you.

“Does she have a name…?” you query like an idiot after what seems an eternity of silence.

“Valerie, for her father…” a nervous voice tells you. “I hope you don't mind. She was all I had left of you after you disappeared… By the time she was born we all thought you would never return, so we named her after you…”

Shaking your head what little you can under the vice grip, a smile steals across your lips and a whispered thank you slips past.

Popping out from beneath your chin, the little girl squeaks, “Gioca con me, papà!”

“No, no, bambina. Papà is busy. We shouldn't bother him…” her mother fusses, a fear stricken look in her eyes as she reaches out to take the child back.

You can only imagine how you must have treated her in your past life to earn such an anxious reaction.

“It's okay…” you counter as tenderly as you can and keep the girl in your arms. Patting her little head you continue, “The least I can do after being absent so long is play with Valerie… Shall we go for a walk in the gardens perhaps? There is much we should discuss.”

Some gentle reassurance seems needed from your mother to convince the young lady she is not a burden. The weak smile you attempt is not returned, but she does walk at your side when you leave the room.

Your memories after your twelfth birthday are as coherent as shattered porcelain. When you try to fit the pieces together they make certain shapes, but they are unclear and riddled with innumerable gaps. For someone who should be so close to you, the missing shards are too big. Your stomach churns with self-hatred at the mere thought of the person you used to be.

Seeping into your lungs, the salty breeze soothes your nerves the moment you step outside. No roses perfume the air. Whether that's comforting or painful you cannot decipher. The palace courtyard being the location of several dark memories, you skirt the plaza in favour of the shaded willows and at length find the old trees with a poorly cared for bench beneath their tendrils.

Only once seated do you notice the lady at your side remains on her feet. You wince at the idea that you may not have allowed the person you were supposed to treat as an equal to rest next to you without permission in past years. The fact that even now you lacked the courtesy to offer her a seat first tells you exactly how fickle your loyalties still are.

Before you can correct yourself, Valerie steals your attention as she wriggles out of your arms and off the bench, running away as soon as her tiny feet touch the ground. Her mother lays a gentle hand on your shoulder when you jump up, keeping you from chasing after the child in a panic.

“She'll come back,” she explains, a soft look that begs you to trust her, as if you have never shown faith in her before.

“Please… Sit with me,” you plead, wishing you could, of all the memories you have lost, also forget how unkind your true nature is.

This time lending her a gloved palm, you offer her the bench first. Retaking your own spot, you wait anxiously for those bright blue eyes to return from whence they disappeared round the hedges.

Sighing and running your hand through golden locks, you wonder aloud, “Where do we even begin…”

Timidly she offers to recount her upbringing, not expecting it to spark memories, but hoping it may help you get your bearings. You agree appreciatively and listen until the two-year-old appears at your knees with a flower clasped in each hand.

“Per mammina!” the little one offers, voice as sweet as a wind chime.

“A pansy. Grazie, bambina.”

Turning to you, she holds out a yellow flower on a long stem. “Per papà!”

“A daffodil. Thank you, Valerie,” you answer with a soft lilt — unfamiliar even to you.

As the excited girl runs off again you ask hesitantly, “Does she really know I'm her father or…?”

“Well... I never dreamt she would meet you. Even so, I still wanted her to know and love her father… I take her to view the royal galleries often… and I’ve shown her the portrait in my locket every morning since she was born… I think that's why she recognizes you, but perhaps that's my wishful thinking…”

A great many pieces hang in that gallery. Most of the ones you had posed for had been commissioned in your childhood, or so you recall. Undoubtedly there should be a few more though — one for your coming of age, one when your mother became queen consort, and… one for your wedding…

“So, she never calls anyone else that… Not my brothers, or other blonde haired gentlemen…?”

“Well, she doesn't see her uncles often, but she knows them from the paintings hung in the galleries too. I'm sure she doesn't really understand the difference between the word father and a name, but she's never called any other man papà…”

Like an anchor snagging on a rocky seabed, some part tucked away deep in your heart is steadied — grounded.

“I tried to tell her as much as I remembered to keep you alive in her heart…” she continues, her gaze cast down. “And in mine…”

Dozens of questions swirl like eddies; what was your relationship like? Who were you as a man, a lover, a husband? What does she expect from you now? But the first to break through the whitecaps is far more direct.

“Did I ever… love you?”

In the pause that rises like a tide, you find yourself unconsciously admiring the first gift from the daughter you didn't know you had until half an hour ago.

“Perhaps not passionately, nor even platonically — for you've always been far beyond my realm in intelligence — but in your own way, you took care of me…”

Though you wonder what that could possibly entail when she seems so fearful of you, you're too ashamed to ask. Instead you change the subject to the little child who now returns, her arms full of blossoms the gardeners will undoubtedly find missing later.

“I see… I can assume from Valerie's existence that we at least consummated the marriage. Did we… have such relations often?”

Caressing the head that bobs level with the bench as the happy creature lays out flowers one by one on the seat between you two, she answers, “You were a gentle lover. Never demanding. You only visited my chambers once in a while. The last time was about a week before you went missing.”

Frowning at your own behaviour you turn to find her gaze. “Did I have a mistress? Was there a reason I visited so little?”

“Not that I know of,” she answers evenly but avoids meeting your eyes. “Though, I've heard you took one while in Rholodite.”

Choking back the bile scalding your throat you manage, at length, to string a few words together. “She was never... I... love her… ardently… but she… has never returned my feelings…”

“I see… She must be an incredible woman to have earned your affection.”

The pain in her forced smile is tangible despite her attempts to hide it by focusing on the little girl babbling about the vibrant colours of the stolen flowers.

“Was I that miserly with my attention towards you?” The question stings as it slips past your own lips.

A cool spring breeze shakes the willows, but the rustling isn't enough to cover the hurt as she answers, “I… generally… tried to stay out of your way…”

You watch in silence as Valerie runs off again with giddy laughter and grass-stained palms.

“In plain terms… I pushed you away.”

Picking up the blossoms one by one, a bouquet begins to take shape as she arranges them in her hand.

“You could say that, yes. There was only one time you relied on me…”

“And that was?”

“To collect evidence against the late queen for attempted assassination…”

Part 3

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[balu8]

Valerio Held: Duck Avenger

[frc-ambaradan]

Extreme close-up!

Miss Paperett e Battista e il tesoro dei tropici (2023)

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Meet Andre!

Name: Andre Gagnon

Gender: Manly manz

Apperance:

Redhead

Mullet

Gremlin

Glasses

Love interest: Rio

Animal crest: Racoon

Kids: a whole ass orphanage- (because fuck you Gilbert and Silvio-)

Relationships:

Rio: childhood crush to hubby

Silvio: bitch of an in law

Gilbert: other bitch of an in law-

Morgan: fuck yeah! Best sibling in lawwww

Carlo: childhood bestiesssss

Andre and Morgan, First impressions:

Before Goodwill gala

Andre POV:

Andre was waiting at thr palace... again...

'He should be back'

He was waiting for Prince Silvio to return, hopefully with Valerio.

That's when he saw Silvios carrage pull up, Silvio left it, then Carlo, then, some chick? Great- another one of Silvios whores

"What the hell! Have you given up?!?!"

Silvio huffed and looked just about ready to bitch at Andre

'Good. Come at me.'

"You must be Andre- right?-"

Andre looked over to the whore

"Yeah- and you're another whore for Prince bitch to fuck into a grave-"

"No. I'm not. If he tried anything I'd cut off his dick and feed it to him."

This chicky had a dark and serious look go over her-

But Andre couldn't help but burst into laughter

That earned a painful ear tug for the both of them from the one and only Prince Silvio

"Morgan. This is Andre. Andre. This is Morgan. They. Are going to work for me in the palace."

"To give you m- AHHH- OWOW-"

"No. They are going to help me with getting differnt perspectives."

"Dahhhh-"

"They came from Obsidian. So don't be a prick to them-"

Looking closer ar Morgan, he saw that they were scuffed up. Sure they were dressed up in fancy ass clothes, probably Silvios doing, but there was a big bruise on their cheek.

'Oh- OH. Poor kid...'

He pulled Morgan into a hug

"It'll be ok now... I got you..."

Morgan's POV.

"When we get to the palace, there is probably going to be a guy there. That's Andre. He has had a puppy crush on one of my brothers since we were kids"

"Alright-"

"That brother went missing... we are guessing he is dead... since it has been two years..."

Morgan nodded a bit, thinking of their own family at home. They're probably griveing horribly...

The carrige soon stopped and everyone slowly piled out.

"What the hell! Have you given up?!?!"

Morgan jumped a bit at the shouting. Silvio was also looking really annoyed by the... pleasant greeting

"You must be Andre- right?-"

They were quick to cut in, hoping that would desclate the situation

"Yeah- and you're another whore for Prince bitch to fuck into a grave-"

That made them shake, their body clenched, knots turning in their stomach

"No. I'm not. If he tried anything I'd cut off his dick and feed it to him."

It sort of just poured out of their mouth. Carlo looked MORTIFIED. Silvio looked a little scared.

Andre burst into a fit of laughter

Silvio then grabbed the two of them by the ear and pulled, it hurt but it wasn't the worst pain they've had. So they didn't react much

"Morgan. This is Andre. Andre. This is Morgan. They. Are going to work for me in the palace."

"To give you m- AHHH- OWOW-"

"No. They are going to help me with getting differnt perspectives."

"Dahhhh-"

"They came from Obsidian. So don't be a prick to them-"

Andre looked closely at Morgan, and that scared them.

Was he eyeing them up? Did he want to use them? Hurt them? What did he want?-

They were then pulled into the redheads arms and held close.

"It'll be ok now... I got you..."

... maybe things won't be too bad here...

[drchenquill]

WIP Anagram Tag~

Thank you @the-golden-comet and @agirlandherquill for the tag!

Rules: find a sentence in your WIP that starts with each letter of the anagram

My anagrams are: DESIRE - TREACHERY

From "Who's to judge?"

D

“Did you do this?” I asked her. She shook her head, then she nodded, then she shook it again. “I didn’t mean to…” She was breathing heavily. “I couldn’t control myself, I didn’t mean to kill him…” she whined.

E

Every time a vampire that stepped out of line, the entire area gets evacuated, the vampire gets cornered until I arrive.

S

She looked around, panicked, as if she was looking for a way out. “I will make it painless.” I promised her.

I

I walked down the street absent-mindedly, turned wrong a couple of times, and got lost. Sadly, that was a bad habit of mine, to have a horrible sense of directions.

R

Reaching the station, I saw that the window was still open and jumped inside. The vampire from cell 3 was sitting on a chair reading a book, and from the cross on the cover, it was the bible. Where did he get that from?

E

Everything started a couple of weeks ago, when Valerio found the first corpse. She had engravings on her chest and her fangs removed.

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T

There was a long, long silence. The fullblood, apparently named Valerio, stood speechless, looking at me in bewilderment.

R

Repeated Valerio. He held his head and shook it. The lady didn't let up and waved Leroy's powerless arm around.

E

Ever since we had returned from David's, I had had the scent of Leroy's blood in my nose.

A

"And you..." continued Valerio, and I looked at him again. "Why did you allow this?" He spoke to me, and thus directed all his anger at me as well.

C

"Can we talk about something more important?" Interfered Leroy, getting a nasty look in response.

H

His whole body language told me that I could probably get in trouble if I said something wrong.

E

Everyone else died peacefully, as if they wanted it, she didn't. She was afraid. Is that why she was beheaded?

R

Repeated Valerio, but this time it wasn't a question.

Y

"You threatened him earlier, do you really think he would welcome you with open arms?" Said Leroy, slightly irritated.

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Tagging with no pressure @paeliae-occasionally , @imawholeassmood , @oliolioxenfreewrites , @orphanheirs and open tag~

Your anagram is: ANAGRAM