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Dreamweaver

(Romano x Reader)
Chapter Uno

Hey everyone! I just wanted to apologize on how late this chapter is…..seriously. I’ve been going through some continuous medical issues since Summer began and have recently been discharged from it all (thank goodness). Anyways, I want to get a great start on this along with my other stories! Thank you for being so patient so without further ado, Dreamweaver.

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Dream Boy

“Do you wanna be the one to tell her the news?” I firmly shook my head as my father gently pressed the oak door, as if re thinking the whole situation but alas—inevitable. “(f/n)…You know I don’t want to do this.” I pushed my fingers harshly into my chest, I felt like I was having a heart attack yeah know, I mean, who wouldn’t be?

“No….I’ll do it.” I moved my fathers firm hand from the door and gave him a look; he nodded with sympathy before I knocked softly on the door.

“Come in.” My mother’s soft voice etched its way through the wooden barrier as we walked into the stuffy room. “Is there a reason why you’re here (f/n)?” I nodded and bowed my head down in slight embarrassment, my mother, my ever so strict conservative mother was glaring me down. “Well?” I opened my mouth to speak but my father had beaten me to the punch.

“The family agree….they’ll take her.” I turned my gaze back over to my mother; her fiery aged (e/c) eyes gleamed with acknowledgment. “They want her to spend a month with them before preparing the papers….if that’s alright with you dear.” My fathers voice was solemn as he popped out a bit more info, my mother only tch’d in response.

“Of course……(f/n).” I flinched and nodded. “Go on, prepare your luggage for departure. I want you to set yourself up with the dignity of a (l/n) lady, do I make myself clear?” I nodded once more, afraid of my own voice. “Do I make myself clear?” She repeated, I verbally replied with:

“Yes ma’m.” That seemed to satisfy her due to the wave of her well-groomed tips.

“Honestly child, how do you expect to gain yourself a substantial partner if you can’t even speak correctly to your own mother? I just hope they keep their enthusiasm after meeting …..all of you.” I squeezed the pudge on my left arm before scampering out of the room. My mothers words tearing deeply at me once again, I should be used to this, this….verbal torment from her.

It’s the heart that matters anyways……right? Whatever.

After a fast paced walk to my bed room door, I gripped at the bronze nob and twisted softly, this could be one of the last times I ever entered my room….I doubt that. I giggled at my trivial thoughts and pulled out my suitcase to fill it with a few of my belongings. Sets and sets of jogging suits, four formal dresses, a pair of flats for everyday use along with my chucks, a bag full of heels, and my toiletries. It would only be a month after all, no point in over doing it. “I think I’m all set, hopefully I won’t have any issues while I’m away.” I smiled to myself for once; maybe a bit of false advertisement will calm my jitters? Yeah…..I like that idea.

I pressed my fingers into my dimples to create more of an emphasis and ogled at my looks in the mirror, the best way to cheer up ones mood is to look at their pro’s! I stared at myself, hard, a face that looked like no other aside from the extra ‘baby’ fat around the edges; I wish it was more chiseled ther—NO! Look at the positives! I’m not going to be a Debbie downer today! I shook away more angst and stared into my eyes (e/c) color that stood out brightly against my radiant skin tone. Although there were spots all about my face of previous reminders of puberty not too long ago there. I threw a warm smile on my face, a very pretty smile that held my face together along with my nose and eyebrows, other meniscal things that help complete a person. I pulled my fingers through my lavish (h/l) (h/c) and did a little twirl. The pudge about my form moved slightly with me but I didn’t mind, right now I was cheering myself up.

After a little more twirling and garish giggling I grabbed my suitcase and strolled out of my room, ever weary to miss out on my mother and waltzed down my staircase. I noticed a few family members there whom were either ignoring me or shaking their head and saying the unthinkable. I tried my best to ignore them but I could only do such for so long.

“I see (m/n) decided to give the bastard child away…good riddance if you ask me!”

“I wonder what Clark thinks about all this…..giving (f/n) away to a wealthier family? Why not one of his daughters?”

“You didn’t hear? The son she’s being given away to is more trouble than he’s worth! What a shame! Poor girl if you ask me!”

I turned my eyes elsewhere in search of my father, someone who’d comfort me to the end. But I guess he was able to get to me first because I could feel his comforting hand on my football player shoulders. “(f/n)? Are you ready to go?” I turned slightly and smiled before walking towards the front doors. Two maids on either side bowed to show their respects before I was let out of the confides of my home.

“Well, I guess this is the beginning.” I whispered to myself, smile widening with each passing second, I was practically able to start anew with this family. Before I knew it we were inside the limo and off towards the airport where my future lay out for me. I couldn’t help but wonder: what would this family be like? Were they like mother prescribed, brutal and cunning watching my every move? Where they like dad thought, nice and well behaved? Or maybe something different entirely? ……Maybe like a child’s tale….a kingdom from a far off land….wonderful beyond belief and a handsome prince whom ran the show…..oh how a girl could dream….

Perhaps my groom to be really was the man I’d been looking for all my life?

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3rd person pov_

“FELICIANO!!” In a room sat a young man, his dark maroon hair matted down on his skin as he continued to take his long desired siesta …..but of course, today didn’t seem like it was going to be his day….as usual. “FELICIANO VARGAS! WAKE UP!” As if a cold bucket of water had been thrust upon him he yelped and awoke in a cold daze.

“Mama? Is that you?” He questioned, the elder maid didn’t understand what he was asking and instead tapped her wrist watch signaling what time it was. Her beady brown eyes glared into his soft hazel ones with a madness that could only be described as fear itself.

“Your nonno asked me to get you, your brothers fiancé will be arriving within the hour! What do I find you doing!?” She questions, her anger growing more and more evident frightening the young man as her pregnant pause grew more umph as the seconds ticked on.

“I—I I’m so sorry!” He cried before throwing his hands into the air landing in a praying position. “Please don’t hurt me!”

“Oi! I outta whack some damn sense into your head Feli! Do you want me to do that?” The Italian male only continued to beg for mercy as the elder women yammered on and on about his life ethics. “Then don’t make me! Now, put some proper clothes on and come downstairs!” The women grumbled a bit to herself before slamming the door behind her, an echoing radiating off of Feliciano’s ears.

“I’m so sorry!” He continued to cry as he thrust on a pair of clean slacks and a dress shirt. “I hope Marzia is ok with this one…” Feli placed the dress shirt over himself before walking from out of his bedroom only to run into the ever grumpy, Romano Vargas. “Lovi!”

“I told you to never call me that you idiota!” As usual Romano pried his younger brothers hands from his shoulders and pushed him out of the way.

“W-wait! Nonno wants us to meet him in his office! Your bride is—“

“I’m not getting married, I’ve already told that damned geezer and I’m not telling him twice…so fucking annoying.” Romano continued to grumble through his teeth as he clicked his heels against the pavement. “Tell him I said to send that bitch back home and that I’m not interested.” Romano finished, vanishing down the hallway to who knows where.

“But….Lovi….She came all the way here to see you…” Feliciano bowed his head down before doing what his brother had asked of him. “Poor bella.”

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Reader pov_

“How do you suppose life in Italy will par?” I heard my dad remark as we left the airport towards our destination. The center of Verona. One of the cities of romance, I smiled a bit at that.

“I actually don’t really know….”

“All that time you spend reading those Italian romance novels, I’d expect a full encyclopedia on the topic haha.” I pushed my fathers shoulder softly before joining in on the laughter, he was right after all, I practically lived in those books. “Why don’t we do a bit of site seeing before we head to the house, we aren’t expected until well over five.” I nodded in agreement, that sounded like fun, a date with my dad…besides….if I was alone I’d probably have a heart attack, all these good looking people….all over the place I couldn’t handle it.

I scrunched my hands over my love handles and tried my best to look semi presentable in my track suit. Many the people around us looked so up to date in the latest styles and trends, so pretty…I shook my head and pointed out a clothing shoppe that looked interesting. “Can I look in there?” I asked, my dad smiled and agreed.

After a few hours of shopping in that district I’d selected a couple of outfits that fit my body nicely, extenuating my curves and my fuller figure, I thought I looked pretty for once. I checked my wrist watch and noticed the time, we’d need to meet up with the family soon; I pulled us a taxi and we were off.

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Romano pov_

“Stupida familgia.” I kicked another rock out of my way and stalked further down the road. “I’m not some prize to be given away, I’ve got better things to do then be some ugly ragazza’s sidekick.” I growled out slowly, the help stared ominously towards me before whispering more nonsense to send to my bastard nonno. “Go ahead! Tell him I’m batshit crazy because I don’t give a shit!” I threw them a threat to which they ran back into the house.

They think that just because I’m younger than them I’ll resect them? HA! To hell with that. Stay out of my way or I’ll uppercut you. “Signora Romano…?” I turned my heated glare to one of the family’s members, his bright blue eyes causing me to hiss in annoyance.

“What?” I seethed out, couldn’t he see that I wasn’t interested in talking to him?

“Well…your ragazza has recently arrived and your grandfather wishes your prec—“

“Tell him I said to—“

“Tell me what? That you’re coming to meet this bella ragazza whom has flown from (c/n) to met you? That you will show her that best time in Italy while she stays here? That you will make her feel welcomed into the Vargas home during her month? That you will not and I mean will not under any circumstances brawl while she is here? Do I make myself clear Lovino?” I seized and bit my tongue, Romulus stood tall in one of the many balcony’s, smiling down at me with a look of that cursed power of his. “Lovi?” He pressed out harshly; I glared at my feet before nodding.

“Of course.” The elder’s smile only grew at my submission to him.

“Buono. I will bring the bella to you.” I held my hand out in dismay but was too late, I heard the glass doors in front of me open to reveal a young woman. “This, is your fiancé (f/n) (l/n), treat her well.”

“This ragazza brutta is my bride?”

End of chapter