#italian!reader

she's perplexed and terrified. but she also respects the chaos.

Ellie doesn't have a big family, being raised by Joel and all. So she loves your family!!!

Ellie is nervous at the idea of meeting your big ass family, your nonna, her husband, your aunt's and uncles, all their partners and their hoards of children, your mother, father and your siblings some already with their children.

it's intense.

you open the door with your nonna and Ellie is standing there, slack jaw and hands full with a bottle of red wine, a bouquet of flowers and toys for the kids.

this stance and everything.

almost falls over as soon as she enters the house. children running around, so small she almost steps on them, old people dancing to the radio with wine glasses and a very loud old lady screeching at someone in Italian.

"PUZZA DI MAIALI MORTI. PERCHÉ NON POSSO MAI FIDARMI DI TE. SHOO SHOO! ESCI, OVVIAMENTE NON POSSO FARE CHE NON BRUCIERAI LA CASA" (Google translate)

translation: "IT STINKS OF DEAD PIGS. WHY CANT I EVER TRUST YOU. SHOO SHOO! GET OUT, OBVIOUSLY I CANNOT TRUT YOU TO NOT BURN THE HOUSE DOWN"

the kitchen turns into the set of wipe out, dish cloths, towels, plastic spoons and all sorts Ellie can't even comprehend being thrown about.

ends up looking at you with "the fuck?" eyes. you just nod. 'its normal'

The Sin of Love Masterlist

Story Summary: You're a Catholic hunter, and friend of the Winchesters and Co., who just so happens to be the Devil's soulmate.

So during my Christmas break I wrote something...

It's a Chris Beck × italian!reader but it honestly means so much to me 'cause it's a kind of "tribute" to my grandparents.

It's been a loooot of time since I last spent a single holiday with them and I honestly miss them so much.

So I was like "oh yeah alright why don't I write something to feel less nostalgic?" And so I wrote this "oneshot"

It's just a simple imagine but my grandparents' names are specified also you can always substitute them with yours if that bothers you...

So the question is... should I post it? If it's something you would read I'd be happy to share it but if you're not interested it'll still be an important thing to me. So the decision is all yours.

Uh also I'll leave a little summary right here so you can decide❤

Summary: when your aunt calls you to invite you to your grandma's traditional Christmas lunch you tell her you have a date and you're that desperate you call your best friend Chris Beck and he accepts to be your fake boyfriend.

Alfie Solomons + Enemies to Lovers + “Knives always work for me.”

Alfie fucking hated all Italians. And you were no exception. For the very brief brief moment that Alfie sided with the Italians against the awful Shebly’s, he had met you. And you were as Italian as they come, down to your very core. When you first met, you put a knife to his throat as a simple greeting. Said you snuck up on him too fast, but he argued that he clearly knocked on your office door first. The second time you met, you backed out of a deal, one that he thought favored your preferences all too much for his liking. Since then, you always seemed to put a bad taste in his mouth whenever he thought of you. Which was a lot, much to Alfie’s dismay.

Somehow the devil of a girl had wiggled into his brain with every extra thought that wasn’t devoted to his work. Not only was your smart mouth becoming such a nuisance, and such an absolute turn on for him, but your actual lips seemed to scream at him, begging him to press his to yours. 

And now, here you were, lecturing him about another goddamn mistake of his, that also clearly wasn’t his fault, sitting on his desk, with the audacity to flip a knife casually as you talked away.

His mind was blank, he couldn’t think, could barely pull his eyes off your fingers as they swiftly spun the knife up in the air, over and over again. Entranced at how stunning you looked, he was lucky not to have drool falling from his mouth.

When he heard his name being called, he finally pulled his eyes from your hand, looking up to see your annoyed face.

“Mr. Solomons. Are you even listening to me?”

Ignoring the question, he just slowly walked towards you. “You know, Ms. Y/L/N, knives have always worked for me.”

He leaned in close to you, close enough to where you could feel his hot breath on your cheek. 

Distracted from being able to see every freckle on his handsome face, you slowly whispered “To do what?” just loud enough for him to hear. Waiting for his answer, you lifted your hands to his chest, the knife laid flat against his shoulder.

“To turn me on”

Masterlist

Now...

You had cried all night after Lucifer left you to cool down after you had screamed at and hit him. You were sure that your face must’ve shown it, but that was the least of your concerns after the door opened and Lucifer walked back in.

You scrambled back on the bed you had been dropped on the night before, though honestly, you had no idea how long you had been unconscious.

"Hello again, Stardust," He started, sighing at your obvious fear, "You need anything?"

"Yeah, to go home." You said, keeping your eyes on the fallen archangel as he walked closer to you.

As one could expect, you didn't trust him. Maybe you didn't have to be afraid as he hadn't hurt you yet, but your faith was keeping you from seeing anything but danger when it came to him.

"You know that won't happen."

Lucifer knew that you were afraid of him, and it frustrated him to no end. He could feel the connection between the two of you, he tried to keep in his mind that he could feel the bind more intensely than you thanks to his powers, but something kept screaming at him that he needed to be closer, to comfort you and make your fear go away.

He hated seeing you try to hide away from him, and it was painful to his heart to see that you were sad. This whole situation was already out of control and it had only been about two days.

For so long, even before he fell, before he could have imagined that anyone would fear him, he had wanted this. He had wanted to meet the one he was destined to be with. Before he fell, he thought it would be an angel, afterwards, he figured that if he still had one, it would be a demon or maybe a witch. He never thought, however, that Dad would persist in trying to get him to change his views of humanity.

"Please just tell me your name." Lucifer said.

"Y/N." You finally conceded.

"Y/N, okay," Lucifer was still working out how to talk to you, his mind was yelling at him that he shouldn't have kidnapped you if he wanted to chat.

You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you wanted to say and do, but you also knew better than to have a loud mouth and let instinct take over when dealing with Satan.

Realizing that you weren't going to keep the conversation going, Lucifer figured that it was up to him. He had never been the type to be stumbling while looking for the right words before, after all, you don't easily turn a third of the heavenly host against God, but there was apparently a difference when it came to conversing with your soulmate whom you kidnapped.

"Listen, I know you have some preconceived thoughts about me, but I'm asking you to look a bit further here. After all, I'm doing that for you." He said, almost cringing at his own tone. If he wanted you to accept him, he was going to have to learn to be a bit less harsh.

"You want me to look past the fact that you rebelled against God and created demons? And what's more, I'm supposed to ignore that you brought me here against my will, and I don't even know where here is?" You whispered, finally mustering your courage and looking at him again.

"I never meant to hurt anyone." Lucifer ground out through his teeth.

"You want me to believe that? You didn't seem to remember your peaceful intentions when you threw Dean into a tree." You spat back.

Lucifer looked at you angrily, and you recoiled once again. Your emotions had gotten the better of you once more. Sometimes you wondered why you had to be so sensitive, why your heart always ached so often for people you didn't know. It's how you've always been. You're the soft-hearted girl that can't keep her stupid emotions in and you hated yourself for it. The loathing of your own feeling had been a problem ever since you were a child.

Lucifer could sense the hate coming from you, as well as the fear, but as he reached further, he was surprised to realize the hate wasn't for him.

The instinct to hold you pushed itself to the front of his head as you started to cry again, and feeling something that had been foreign for so long, he sat down next to you on the bed and pulled your head into his chest.

You shocked yourself when you didn't resist Lucifer's hold, and instead felt your body rest its weight on him.

Masterlist

Now...

After spending another few hours praying, you reluctantly left the Basilica, as you knew you couldn't spend the night there. Walking towards your car, you noticed that the parking lot lights were out. Nervousness poured off of you as you practically ran to the vehicle.

You had the door opened and had tossed your purse in when a pale hand that definitely wasn't yours pushed it shut.

"Hello again, Stardust." Lucifer whispered in your ear. You felt frozen, but not from the cold, and terror paralyzed you as he grabbed your arms and spun you around.

"You know, I never got your name. What are you called?"

Your voice wasn't working, everything had stopped. You were scared.

Lucifer seemed to be impatient as he sighed at your lack of an answer and started talking again. All you could do at the moment was listen and stare.

"You know, I didn't expect my father to grant me a soulmate. Though, I probably should have seen this coming. It's just like him to give me a human, and a Catholic one at that. He has quite the sense of humor, don't you think?" His voice was low and it terrified you.

"Please let me go." You whispered, tears dripping down your face once more. You wanted to push him away and run back to Bobby's house, but you knew that you weren't strong enough to move him even an inch. You briefly thought about praying to Castiel, and dismissed it as you realized that his failing grace was no use against Lucifer, and he would be torn to shreds in seconds. No, you had to do this alone.

"Already so eager to get away from me? And I thought this would be such a loving relationship."

"I just want to go home."

"And I just want to get to know you, and for you to get to know me."

"You're the Devil! What else is there to understand?"

"Believe it or not, there's a lot more to the story than God would want you to know."

God. You knew nothing better than you knew scripture about God. You trusted no one more than God.

"If God doesn't want me to know it, then why should I know it?"

You finally seemed to render Lucifer silent as he stared at you, confused by your blind faith. At least, it was blind faith to him. To you, your faith had been justified every time Bobby, Cas, or the Winchesters came back from a hunt alive. It was justified every time you and your loved ones came out on top. It was justified every time you got out of a dangerous situation.

To you, your faith was justified every second that you existed. Especially now, as you stared Satan in the face.

"Get off!" You finally lashed out, and tried to push him. Just as you expected, it didn't do anything.

"Oh, Stardust. I didn't want it to be this way." He said, swiftly moving a hand to your forehead and knocking you out.

"Goodnight lover." Lucifer whispers to you, catching you before you hit the ground, and lifted you bridal style and flying to Hell with you in his arms.

Masterlist

One day before...

You were standing next to Sam, watching as Dean shot Lucifer point blank in the face with the colt, but you had this gut feeling that something wasn't right.

Looking closely, you could see Lucifer's wings twitch, why you could see them, you didn't know, but you were too focused on this sign of life, that you didn't care at the moment. You grabbed Sam's arm just as the sounds of Lucifer's revival alerted both him and Dean of what you already knew.

The gun was useless. You were so screwed.

"Where did you get that?" Lucifer demanded angrily before pushing Dean away from him and into the trees.

"Dean!" You screamed, unfortunately bringing the fallen angel's attention to you.

"Hello there, beautiful." He said, his cocky attitude snapping right back into place. Sam, always your protector, same as his brother, grabbed your arm and did his best to tug you behind him.

But he didn't do it before you made eye contact with Lucifer, and definitely not before you saw his eyes spark red at the same moment you felt a gentle but obvious prick in your heart.

You could only assume he felt the same thing as you saw him place one hand over his heart while peeking out from behind Sam.

"Well I'll be," he laughed, "Dad did give little old me a soulmate." He stepped forward, and you felt a rush of fear replace your confusion as you scrambled backwards. If you didn't find something else to focus on, you were going to have a heart attack, so you focused on your injured friend, and moved over to Dean, your heartbeat the only thing you could hear.

Sam quickly followed you, and though he was worried about Dean, you felt his eyes on you, even as you stared at Lucifer.

Soulmate? He had to either be insane or messing with you. There's no way soulmates are a thing. You clutched the pendant of your cross necklace, and tried to remember any biblical passage that had anything to do with soulmates.

You were dragged out of your thoughts by Castiel popping in and taking all of you to the Impala. You felt anxiety and panic building in you as the car sped out of the doomed town, and you could faintly hear Sam trying to talk to you as your breaths became fast and shallow.

Well shit.

The Sin of Love

Masterlist

Prologue...

Basilica of Saint Mary, Minneapolis, Minnesota

"Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedict fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei, ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen."

Your prayer bounced off the grand walls of the Basilica, quieter than you expected. The lace you wore over your hair felt as light as a feather, contrasting the weight in your heart.

This place had been your comfort spot since you were old enough to understand it's meaning, and now? Well, now it was so much more, it is now the only place that you feel safe in, despite assurances by your friends, but you knew the words they spoke were lies. Only God himself could save you now.

"Remember, agnellino, while Mary cannot save us, our spiritual mother can still guide us to our Father and Brother, so we ask her to pray for us, and to lead us to those who can bring us to salvation."

Your grandmother had said those words to you the day she gave you your first set of rosary beads. The first place you went after Castiel had confirmed your fate had been her grave, and you had cried for hours, begging for something, comfort or advice, you didn't know, turning the dirt beneath you into mud with your tears. After you had thoroughly dehydrated yourself, you looked up at the stone, and saw the beads hanging off the top, and you knew where to go.

And that was how you ended up back in a pew of your true home. You had a house, of course, it was small and simple, but it wasn't home. The Basilica was, with faint smells of incense that had been burned hours ago, the fresh holy water on your forehead, the towering yet welcoming walls, and most of all, the stares coming from eyes of the statues of saints, which felt like the gentle and compassionate gaze of a loving family, all set out to comfort you.

"Mary, ever blessed virgin, mother of our lord and savior, Jesus Christ, eternally blessed by the one true and all powerful God almighty, help to guide me to the always merciful arms of your son and his Father. Amen."

You paused, raising your head up to look at the face of her statue.

"Mary, in John 19:27, it states that Jesus told his disciples, "Behold your mother." My grandmother told me that he was telling all of us to accept you as our mother. Is that true? Are you really our mother in spirit?"

You paused again. At this point, your voice had been reduced to nothing but a shaky and hoarse whisper.

"Can you really help me? Please, help me Mary, I'm ready to give everything just so I can know what to do. I'm begging for a single word of guidance, a single breath of air from you."

Silence. The glow from the candles in the church cut through the darkness, and made a perfect example of what you were asking for right now.

"Please."

It was one last plea, one last broken cry for something, before darkness would settle in your life.

The darkness of your destined love, your soulmate.

Another memory reached your mind, this one of your mother.

"People will tell you that pride is the root of all sin. It's a lie. The beginning of sin is, in truth, love. Everything begins with innocent love. Always remember, my ragazza, that love is truly the most deadly of sins."

You understood now. Even if you hadn't then. Your downfall was sure to come from love.

The love that you were cursed to share with your worst enemy.

Lucifer. Satan. The Adversary. The Devil. Your one true love. All in the same.