#vito scaletta x you

[villascaletta]

kiss it better || scaletta

summary - vito comes home beat up, and his wife kisses it better 𐙚

warnings - talk of blood, referring to death, obviously very cliche plot but it's a classic so...

the clock ticked, it was one in the morning. your sprawled over the couch, book resting on your chest as you've fallen asleep waiting for your husband.

minutes later, vito stumbles into the front door, staggering as he walked in. he removes his coat, his gaze following your sleeping figure on the couch and sighs at the sight that you fell asleep waiting for him.

he kneels down, looking at you fondly. he presses his lips on your forehead, a gentle kiss. you stir awake from the movement, your eyes opening slowly seeing his own blue ones. "vito..?"

"hey, dollface." he spoke gently, his eyes looking into yours. after taking a moment to regain vision, you looked at him properly.

your eyes widened, gasping. his tie was all stained with blood, traveling to his neck. he had smears of it on his cheek, a tear in his shirt with a large gash, and his knuckles were all bloody.

"vito, you're hurt!" you hurriedly stood up, he stood up along me, albeit with more struggle. vito grunts, holding his hand to his guts.

"it's nothing i can't handle, doll." he says smugly, as though he was trying to not make you worry. you rolled your eyes, rummaging through cabinets for a med kit.

"sit down." you said, gently pushing him to the chair with the kit in hand. he grunts softly, obeying and sat back down.

"you bossier than falcone himself." he said, his voice low. he leans back and rests against the back of the chair, exhaustion creeping up to him.

"what happened to you?" you wiped the blood on his cheeks as you spoke, trailing down to his neck. loosening his blood stained tie, you carefully took his white dress-shirt off.

vito's voice was gruff, his eyes slightly closing at the feel of the rag against his face. "things just didn't go... as planned." he spoke vaguely.

you looked at him pointedly before sighing, his vagueness is what keeps you safe from his business, but it doesn't help having to see him like this.

"is this blood all yours?" you spoke, throat heavy. vito shook his head no, readjusting his position on the couch. your eyes scanned over the gash on his bicep, hands slightly grazing it.

vito winced slightly, making you retract your hand. "this is going to hurt, sweetheart..." you spoke timidly, the cloth with antiseptic in it hovering over his gash. he flinched once it made contact, hissing in pain.

"gah, i kill people for a living and i get taken down by some fuckin' antiseptic." vito says lightly, a tone of humor as he looked at you gently. you can't help but smile as you looked up at him, a small chuckle leaving your lips.

you looked into his dark blue eyes as you continued mending his wound. "you still find the guts to joke around right now, hm?"

he chuckles, his arm hard from bracing for the disinfectant. only minutes later, the gash was patched up.

you took his pajama shirt out, ushering him to raise his hands and helped him get dressed again. he catches you, hooking his arm around your waist to pull you into his lap. vito kisses you on the temple, making you blush into his touch.

"always taking care of me, doll..." he spoke, his voice low and husky.

"who would, if i didn't?" you retort back, looking at him with a knowing look in your eyes. he chuckles at that, his head lowering.

vito's lips pressed onto your forehead, a sloppy but sweet kiss. "that you're right about... i'm lucky to have you, doll." his words made you smile, eyes looking into his with admiration.

"i love you, vito... you need to be more careful next time! stop testing your luck." you spoke, whining as you slightly smacked his shoulder. he chuckles again, taking it lightly.

he takes his hand into yours, kissing the knuckles of your hand. "i love you, doll. i promise i'll try to be safer." you nodded, listening to his words.

"now, how about we just go to bed eh? wanna sleep with my darling." he said, his arm on your shoulder as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, tickling you. you chuckled, a soft endearing look on your face and nodded.

"alright, sweetheart. let's get some sleep."

[mdemn]

if you love me, henry, you don’t love me in a way i understand.

wishbone - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, you are jeff - richard siken, hum hallelujah- fall out boy, plainwater: essays and poetry - anne carson, henry & vito via @miasmat, ghismonda with the heart of guiscardo (detail, 1650) - bernardino mei, two children in a motel bed - ethel cain , you are jeff - richard siken, never let me down again - depeche mode, wishbone - richard siken, & wishbone - richard siken.

[miasmat]

A rocky heist that eventually went well? Was Vito being cheeky and Henry lost his temper? Someone threatened Vito and Henry finished the job? Who knows

Clean version with Vito just being a cheeky cunt under the cut :3c

don't piss off henry or he'll punch you with his fist and then his mouth

[astrahannah]

So, I downloaded the Friends for Life mod for Mafia 2, and so far, it kinda confuses me and I haven’t had that much fun (I mean Free Ride (Jízda - I dunno what it’s actually called in English) in Mafia 1 wasn’t really my thing so I’m not surprised), though I’m planning on giving it another try, but there are some things I really enjoyed about it. One - Vito can be dressed in Joe’s shirt all the time. I really like that shirt. I’d wear that shirt.

Second, it has something that I really missed in free ride in Mafia 1 that would improve my enjoyment of it tremendously. I can have other characters from the game follow me around, so, I’ve been running around with Joe most of the time. Connected to which - I can stop those companion characters at any point. Meaning, I can pose to a degree. Meaning-

Look at them - they’re holding hands😊 (well, almost, but still)

[vermutandherring]

Title says it all: 8 Mafia inspired characters for The Sims 4

Before you download: • Everyone is Base game + Custom content (listed within the archive) • I play with HQ mod so specific mods are HQ. • All characters use almost identical mods so be ware of the duplicates if you decide to install few of them. • 'Enhanced Eye' and 'Hand Size' sliders may cause problems like invisible hand or no eye. Can be fixed via restarting game or changing sim in CAS with corresponded slider. • Some hairstyles have a barely noticeable gap with the skull. If it bothers you a lot, try changing hairstyle or the shape of sim' head, making it a little wider.

Download:

• Michael Corleone • Bruno Bucciarati • Tommy Angelo • • Sam Trapani • Vito Scaletta • Henry Tomasino • • Vittorio Puzo • Goro Majima •

Epilogue

I had so much fun with the boys 🌚

CC Credits:

Hair by @johnnysimmer @wistfulpoltergeist @lexel-sims-cc Suits by @marvinsims @darte77 @linzlu KK's creation and others~ Genetics by @okruee @sims3melancholic @lamatisse @pralinesims @goppolsme and others~

Billiards poses by NICKNAME x Guell Smoking poses by @bedisfull x @effiethejay Revolver poses by @sewersims

All screenshots are taken with Metamorphoses ReShade preset by @bimbles-and-simbles

... And other amazing creators 🖤

If there are any problems, please let me know.

[dontbesoweirdkira]

Kira’s Masterlist

Mafia Trilogy, Mortal Kombat, Invincible, D.C., Marvel, The Hunger Games, House of Ashes, Slashers, Apex, Overwatch, TWDG, StarWars, Borderlands,..work in progress

Mafia Trilogy

Members Yandere types

Tommy Angelo

How many kids would he have?

Paulie Lombardo

¡Yandere! Paulie protects you

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Sam Trapani

¡Yandere!Sam getting rid of your admirer

Bonus pt.2^

Yandere alphabet-ABIJ

Yandere fluff

How many kids would he have?

How would he be as a dad?

Vito Scaletta

Dad Scaletta

Time traveler reader

Time traveler pt.2

Yandere Alphabet

Mortal Kombat 1, 11, and X

Mk11 and 1 w/ low emotional intelligence darling

Mk11 Yandere sub-zero and scorpion

Yandere MK11 harem x reader

Yandere MK11 harem pt.2

revenant harem w/ queen darling

Fluffy Kira’s favorites with a clingy s/o

Yandere Johnny,Lao and Erron with a darling in a wedding dress

Kung Lao

General Yandere headcannons

Comforts you from somniphobia/noctophobia

Erron Black

He kidnaps you

masochist drabble

Johnny Cage

Platonic yandere with a young star

Yandere Alphabet

Yandere Johnny w/ singer! S/O

Kenshi

yandere kenshi who is obsessed w/ your touch

Raiden

Yandere Raiden take cares of sick darling

Yandere Raiden with disabled darling

Yandere Raiden sleepwatches you

Yandere Raiden harem

Baraka

Soft yandere drabbles

Mark Grayson

Yan! Mark grayson gets jealous over your friends

DC

platonic yan! batboys reacting to you dating

Mark Grayson w/batsis (crackkkk)

platonic yan! jason x dick x batsis

Weaponized incompetence discussion post

Yan! Platonic! Jason and Dick w/ understanding batsis darling batboys w/ Autisic reader w/ oral fixation Batfam reacting to affectionate batsis

Jason Todd

Platonic !yan¡ Jason w/ batsis darling

Platonic yan! Jason w/batsis that died by the joker with him

Platonic yan! Jason’s reaction to you dying and coming back

Dick Grayson

Platonic !yan! Dick w/ batsis darling

discussion post ^

Platonic!yan! Dick w/ bullied batsis

Romantic!yan! Dick w/baby trapped darling

Romantic! Yan! Dick kissing Drabble

Batsis reacts to cheating dick Grayson platonic yan!

Discussion post^^

"Attagirl"

Tim Drake

platonic!yan! Tim w/ batsis reader

Batchild! w/ platonic!Yan! Tim

Platonic! Yan! Tim w/ medic batsis

Bruce Wayne

Platonic Yan! Bruce w/ robin darling

Damian Wayne

Platonic Damian w/ assassin batsis

Marvel

PS5 Peter Parker

yan! Peter x Yan! Harry x reader headcanons yan! Peter w/ darling at coney island

TASM! Peter Parker

Yan!peter kiddnapping darling who is visiting him

NWH! Peter Parker

Yan!peter Parker w/ darling who knows he’s a stalker

Yan!peter Parker reacting to villain darling from another universe

[lostheaventales]

Garden of Eden Pt.9 *Last Part*

Description: Henry and Joe rescues Vito from the hands of Mickey Desmond.

Relationship: Vito Scaletta x Henry Tomasino

⚠️WARNING⚠️: Detailed Birth

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Joe and Henry had gotten the counterfeit money an hour after discovering the note. They organized the money in a briefcase, placing real bills on top to make it look even more convincing. Henry raced to the location. The scent of mold scurried into his nose upon entering the abandoned prison. Homeless people were scattered around the building, making the old cells their bedrooms. They were minding their business, going on about their night. Henry was starting to think they had the wrong place with the calm demeanor of the homeless. One would think they would be alarmed to see a pregnant person being taken against his will, but they treated it like it was a normal occurrence.

Henry and Joe made it to where they were keeping Vito. There he was. It seemed like it’d been an eternity since the last time he saw him. He kissed him, missing the feeling of his lips. His body was soaked in sweat.

“You have to hurry and get me out of here. I think the baby’s coming soon,” Vito stated.

“How many contractions have you had?” Henry asked, brushing his hair that was stuck to his forehead out of the way.

Vito thought for a second. “Two or three.”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you to the hospital.” Henry reassured, not believing his own words.

“Alright, alright. Enough. Show me the money.” Mickey interrupted.

Joe opened the briefcase. Mickey and one of his goons looked into it. He nodded his head, pleased with what he saw. The goon took the briefcase away from Joe. Mickey signaled another one to untie Vito. Vito immediately ran to Henry and embraced him. A contraction hit him the moment he wrapped his arms around him. Henry placed a hand on his bump, flinching when he discovered how hard it had become. Vito took steady breaths. He let go once the contraction was over. Henry ordered him to go wait outside for them as they were about to initiate the second part of the plan. Vito waddled out. Henry grabbed the handle of his Semi that was hidden by his jacket and was stuffed into the waistband of his pants.

“Mickey?” Henry called, preparing to whip out the weapon.

“What else do you want?” Mickey complained.

Henry smirked. “I almost forgot something.”

Without giving them any time to react, he shot Mickey in the middle of his eyebrows. His limp body fell to the ground. Him and Joe took cover behind the crumbling walls and finished off the rest. When the dust had settled, Henry had to check if he was still alive by the end. He was in disbelief that one of Joe’s plans had gone off without a hitch.

They could celebrate the accomplishment later. Vito needed help. He and Joe hurried outside to see Vito in a squatting position. Henry crouched in front of him to see that his eyes were held closed and he was gritting his teeth. Vito made a loud groan, hands shooting to cradle his stomach.

“How far is the hospital?” Vito asked, leaning his forehead against Henry’s shoulder. “She’s coming now. I can feel her.”

“Oakwood, I think it is,” Joe answered.

“Oh, fuck! I won’t make it that far. The house is closer. Just take me there.” Vito tugged on Henry’s shirt, the pain increasing.

Henry wanted to protest. He heard a dripping sound hit the ground under them. A wet patch grew on the crotch of Vito’s pants. His water broke. What he wanted no longer mattered. Getting the baby out safely was what mattered now.

He lifted the laboring man up and put him in the backseat of the vehicle. Henry got in next to him to make sure he stayed calm. Joe cranked up the car. It was race against time. Vito worked to hold out until they reached the house.

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When they arrived at the house, Vito relaxed his body that was tensed up in fear from Joe’s erratic driving. Before the car was able to fully brake, Henry hopped out of the car and sprinted to the other side. He helped Vito stand up. Vito threw an arm around Henry’s back. They dashed to the front door. Joe fumbled with the keys, struggling to get to the right one. Vito squeezed onto Henry’s blazer as he felt another contraction flow through him. He kept control of his breathing, counting each breath in his head. After what felt like forever, Joe pushed open the door.

“Joe, help me get him to the bedroom.” Henry ordered.

“No, I won’t make it up there. God, it feels like she’s in between my legs.” Vito moaned. “Get me to the couch.”

“But Vito-“ Henry started.

“GET ME TO THE COUCH! IS IT THAT HARD TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND?” Vito yelled, wanting to kill Henry at the moment.

They gave in to his request. Vito lied back on the couch with his head resting on the armrest. Henry pulled down his pants and underwear. Joe instantly gagged at the sight in front of him.

“Is it just me or does your baby have a weird head, Henry?” Joe swallowed the vomit that began to brew.

“Oh, shit! The baby’s breeched.” Vito could see the color from Henry’s face drain.

Vito didn’t have time to process the information before another pain hit him. He pushed this time, aware that the baby would be having trouble getting out. The baby moved down, but not much to make any difference. He panted, using the few seconds he had between contractions to gather himself.

“You’re going to have to push harder than that.” Henry looked up from between in his legs.

“We should’ve wore a goddamn condom.” He groaned, gripping his thighs to prepare for the next push.

He bared down. His chin pressed down on his chest. Again, the baby moved down a bit. The pain was getting unbearable, especially since the baby was facing the wrong way. Vito wasn’t going to let her get harmed because he couldn’t handle the pain however. He counted to three in his head and pushed, an involuntary scream exiting his mouth. Seeing that his nails were starting to dig into the cushions of the couch, Joe held onto his hand.

“Come on, Vito. You can do this.” Joe coached, brushing back his hair.

Vito moaned. “This shit is going to kill me.”

“Vito, you managed to survive World War 2. I’m pretty sure you can survive pushing a baby out of your ass.” He bragged.

“That’s easy to say for someone who’s never had a baby in their life.” Vito smiled.

“And I would like to keep it that way, thank you very much.”

The joking around was brief. Vito stared into Joe’s eyes as he pushed once more. His grip on Joe’s hand strengthened. Joe swatted at him in an attempt to get him to release the hold.

“Fuck, Vito. You’re going to take my hand off. I need these.” Joe rubbed the bruised area.

“Sorry, Joe. This just fucking hurts,” Vito apologized. “Is she almost out, Henry?”

“Barely. On the next contraction, give me all you got.”

Vito listened. He screamed, using every muscle in his body in this push. He saw Henry shuffle along with a brief release of pressure.

“Oh my god, her legs are out.” Henry cheered. “Joe, go get some large towels, string or a shoelace, and a pair of scissors.”

Joe left to collect the things. Vito relaxed his hands on his belly, noticing the difference in its size. It had grew significantly smaller. He smiled. The thought that his child was almost born excited him. He’d been waiting for this moment for nine months. It wasn’t going the way he thought it would, but his baby would finally be here. Safe. No more worries of the O’Neills trying to kill them. They could, hopefully, enjoy being parents.

“You were right, Vito. You’re having a girl. A few more pushes and she’ll be out,” Henry announced. “Push!”

“Fuuuuck!” Vito cursed, using everything within him for the push.

“There you go, babe. One more push and she’ll be out.”

Vito took in a deep breath, puffing his chest out. With a high-pitched scream, he pushed one last time. He collapsed onto the couch. There was no more pain. A soft cry filled the air. Henry lied the tiny body on his chest. Vito snuggled the baby close to him. An instant wave of love poured over him.

He was about to announce the name he had thought of, having kept it a secret throughout the rest of his pregnancy, when he felt another heavy cramp.

“Oh! I think the doctor was right.” Vito grunted, feeling another urge to push.

“W-What are you talking about?” Henry became concerned again.

Vito groaned. “I think I’m having twins. I have to push again.”

Henry got back in between his legs. Fortunately, this one wasn’t breeched and came out with a lot more ease, coming out with only three pushes. The second baby was a boy. Henry lied him next to his sister. Both babies cried in unison.

“Oh my god, they’re beautiful. You did a great job, honey.” Henry moved next to him to get a look at the babies. “What are you going to name them?”

“Marianna Alessia Tomasino after my mother and….and…Matteo Henry Tomasino after you.” Vito looked up at Henry with a soft smile.

“Words cannot describe how much I love you right now.” Henry kissed his nose.

Vito was about to say something when he was bothered by another cramp. He was about to freak out, believing it was a third baby at first. Thankfully, was the afterbirth begging to be released. Henry quickly cut the cords. Vito expelled the unneeded tissue, marking the separation from him and the unexpected twins. After 9 months, they were now their own person. Henry disposed of the afterbirth.

Vito was in bed feeding Matteo a bottle once they were all cleaned and Vito himself had gotten some food in his body. Henry was sitting next to him giving Marianna a bottle as well. Joe watched them at the foot of the bed, amazed by the sight before him.

“Wow. Vito Scaletta’s a father. I can’t believe it,” Joe commented.

“You want to hold one?” Vito asked, periodically taking the bottle out of Matteo’s mouth, which caused him to whimper. “Here. You’ve only been out the womb for an hour and acting like I’m starving you.” He reinserted the bottle to prevent him from full on crying.

Joe nodded, trying to hide the clear excitement.

“Marianna is not as fussy as Matteo right now.” He carefully stood from the bed.

Joe extended his arms. Henry gently placed the newborn in his hands, adjusting them to support her entire body and head. She stirred a little, opening her blue eyes for a brief second. Joe brushed the tip of his finger through her soft, brown hair.

“Hey, I’m Uncle Joey,” Joe introduced in a quiet whisper.

A lot had happened that eventful night. It started with Vito being kidnapped and held for ransom, unsure whether or not he would make it out alive. Then, it ended with him giving birth to twins on the couch, one being breeched. However, he would go through it all over again if it meant he’d end uo surrounded by his little family. The family he prayed for.

[witch-of-mustafar]

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[f1sh13r]

back hugs + vito <3.

(first actual fic so I hope this is good)

- poor baby has been through too much :(

- he probably jumps a little the first time instinctively because of his reflexes. (he WAS in the military after all.)

- while he is a little shocked and surprised at first, he will slowly begin to blush beet red and MELT into your touch.

- if you do it in public he’ll try his best to keep his wiseguy persona on and try to act like he doesn’t like it…but he’ll noticeably blush a little..

- [he can act like the tough guy all he wants but he’s weak for you.]

- after a while he’ll ease up to you of course, maybe even being the one to hold you from behind.

- it’s a small romantic gesture between you two to secretly reassure the other.

 But.. could you imagine the angst that applies as well???

(this is my transition segment into a small angsty piece of fic)

—

Six years.

Vito was gone for six years, locked up in prison, where he surely thought he’d rot for another four.

He sat on his bed, before glancing at the drink in his hand and taking another sip.

Everything felt so different now.

The clothes, fashion, streets, smell, and even the people closest to him, even you. They all changed, and some were for worse.

He took another sip, fluttering his eyes shut, before a nasty thought hit him.

It was his mother.

While he only spent one night at their old apartment when he was discharged from the military, her death still shook him. It had been too long since he had interacted with her, but it still hurt. Now, both his parents were dead, only leaving behind Francesca.

Right. He made a mental note to himself that he needed to talk to her soon, if that possibility ever came.

While everything around him changed and evolved, he was left behind emptier than ever.

[I’m sorry mom.]

His eyes began to burn, tears threatening to spill. No, he couldn’t cry. He had to be strong.

Strong like when he was after his father died.

Strong when he was in the military.

Strong when he was in jail.

He wanted to make her proud. But no, instead she had died without her own son by her side. Of course he felt guilt, hell, he felt it in the army, when the people around him began dropping like flies, but this guilt was different. It was eating him alive piece by piece, every single failure and thought coming back to resurface in his mind until he doubled over, his breathing became uneven, growing heavier, he felt so fucking sick.

Oh god. He thought.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe Ican’tbreathe Ican’tbreatheIcan’tbreathe.

Then he felt a pair of arms wrapping around his body.

Then it was your body against his.

Slowly, he began to calm down, focusing his attention on you. He didn’t hear you walk in or when his bottle hit the floor, but he was too happy to have you here to care.

His breathing regained its balance, his mind blurred from those thoughts. He leaned into your touch. Re-affirming himself. It was a completely silent exchange between you two, but sometimes you didn’t need words to express this kind of love.

A smile parts his lips. Of course you’d both talk about it later, but for now, the quiet was enough.

Everything is going to be okay.

[empirebae]

the little laugh or smile a character a does in utter disbelief because character b is just so endearing and sigh(henry/vito?)-Sal

Thank you so much for sending me this! Sorry it took longer than I expected to respond - I've never written Vito or Henry before so this was definitely a challenge lol. I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it too 💖💖💖

For anyone interested, I'm also posting this on AO3 here

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Vito stared hard at the black and white tiles in front of him. Only a couple of tiles. That was it. That was all that was standing between him and royalty. But how to cross them?

“It’s not gonna happen.”

“Shut up.”

“It’s not. I don’t know why you went through all the trouble, favoring your pawns the whole game. It’s a shit strategy.”

Vito drew his eyes away from the chessboard for just long enough to shoot a withering glare across the table at Henry. The handsome fucker only gave him a shit-eating grin in return. Bastard. Vito huffed and turned his attention back to the board between them. He’d been staring at it for the past 20 minutes. Fuck. He was never going to win this.

Oh well.

Pawn to G2.

Henry’s eyebrows went up. His lips turned a bit sly. “You going backwards now?”

“Yeah, well, if I go forwards your fuckin’ rook will slaughter him.”

“He’s a pawn, Vito. Pawns are meant to be sacrificed.”

Vito bit his lip. Stared at the little white piece in front of him as Henry moved his rook dangerously closer. Thought about him and Henry, sitting here together in the same hotel where he and Joe had not so long ago killed one of the most powerful men in the city, and all of his most powerful friends. Only a few floors away. Clemente was a king. Or, well, a queen, Vito guessed, if you were thinking about chess. The most important piece on the board. Vito and Joe had still killed him though. Vito didn’t think he and Joe would even count as knights.

“I dunno.” Vito muttered. “I kinda like ‘em. The pawns. They’re underdogs.”

“Underdogs?”

“Yeah, I mean,” he shrugged. “They’re the little guys. But if they get lucky, or I guess, if you play the game right, you can move ‘em all the way across the board. Make ‘em queens too. I like that.”

There were a few moments of silence after that. When it seemed like Henry wasn’t planning on saying anything, Vito glanced up at him, caught the edge of a bemused little smile before Henry covered it up with his hand. He looked away from Vito and chuckled quiet before he cleared his throat. Vito felt his cheeks heat.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Henry said. He shook his head. “Just, I like playing chess with you is all. I’m glad you agreed to play with me. You’ve got a… fresh perspective.”

“Not a very good one, huh?” Vito gestured pointedly at the table between them. There were a good deal more black pieces on the board than white. “I’m terrible at this.”

“Hey, I’m no pro either.”

“You’re still kicking my ass. Sorry I couldn’t offer you a better game. More challenging.” That’s what Henry had been complaining about when he’d brought up chess at the Falcon. Said that ever since his old crew had gotten blown up he had no one to play chess with him anymore, no one to make it a challenge. Vito still wasn’t sure why he’d offered to try; he’d never played chess before in his life. Maybe it was how sad Henry looked, how wistful, or maybe it was because if Vito was honest with himself he’d been looking for more opportunities to spend time with the man, maybe because he wanted to spend more time with Henry alone. Figures he’d be shit at chess and just wind up embarrassing himself. Still, he didn’t regret the offer. Not when it had made Henry’s eyes light up like they did. Not when it had made Henry invite him back to his hotel room.

Henry shrugged, and with the movement his crisp white dress shirt bunched around his shoulders. He’d taken off his suit jacket when he’d let Vito into the suite, tossed it over the back of his armchair. Vito had been trying not to notice too much. It was hard not to though. He had never seen Henry without his suit jacket before. Add that to the list of reasons Vito didn’t regret this.

“It’s only your second match.” Henry said. “You’ll get better with practice.”

“Practice, huh?” Vito grinned, let it reach his eyes. “That an invite to play with you again sometime?”

Henry’s face kind of blanked, like he was startled, with his eyes all wide and his mouth a bit open. He fumbled with a chess piece even though it wasn’t his turn. “I – well – if you’d like to, not that I would ever presume –”

“Henry,” Vito cut him off. He looked at Henry across from him, his jacket tossed over the chair and his necktie loosened. The expensive coffee between them in hotel mugs that Henry had made for them. Their legs brushing together in the small space beneath the table. How Henry’s eyes had lit up at the bar, that bright, surprised look in them. “I’d like that.”

Henry blinked at him a moment. “Oh.” He smiled again, it bloomed slow across his face. This time, he didn’t look away.

“Well then, Vito.” He said, voice all deep, smooth syllables. “Your move.”

[vitos-pink-shirt]

Here’s a fic I’ve been working on for a while now. Vito has a nightmare and Joe comforts him, it’s some good old hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending lol 

CW: Cursing, mentions war, blood, and death

[villascaletta]

hello! ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🦢˚

i love this game so much, the backstory, the complexity of characters, the world. i realized that, there is such a little amount of mafia fanfics. so i thought that i should make a whole blog for them!

stay tuned for some fan fiction! i'm open to requests. check out my main blog for more of my writings. @rafecameronsversion

i love u tommy angelo

[mdemn]

i think it’s not too much of a stretch to say joe goes over and above on christmas because vito, who having a not-so-great family life, never celebrated christmas beyond going to mass

[oneicedteaplease]

One of the piece that inspired me to re learn how to draw tbh

"Cathouse fantasy."

Also, Happy Birthday to Mr. Henry Tomasino under the cut

[tommytranselo]

hey guys i found the ultimate joe/vito song

[simp-of-all-trades]

This is a Joe/Vito song