Lmao was watching this vid on ancient japan and how wet nurses(from noble families ofc) to the royal children could gain power because the kids saw them more often than their actual parents, and now playing silly buggers and thinking of an au where Silvanus invades and Alba becomes part of the empire, the royals and nobles become vassals, smtg smtg Silvanus wants Yemos as a wet nurse for his heir, thinking milk from a warrior omega would magically make the boy a better heir
Actual Silvanus son or baby version of Leonardo's son
you could go full send and make primo the young heir đź“ťđź‘€
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Au where Angelo left Paul a little gift before he escaped, then got with Primo, who had the mother of all crashouts when he found out he wasn't the one to give Angelo his firstborn child, but rather the golden hippie
this is what he gets when he assigned omega bodyguards he thought weren't to the hippy's tastes smh
So...what was the deleted paulxangelo fic you downloaded 👀🤲🏻
i could prob copy/paste the whole thing here, but just in case you already have it, u read 'The Parable of Jojo and the Lone Wolf' by anon? went like this
Summary:
After the shadow puppets are gone, Primo makes his own fun and teaches Angelo some
things about himself along the way.
“I know you’re still listening,” he says, looking over at Angelo. “What did he just say?”
The floorboards creak as Angelo takes a tentative step forward and finds his voice again.
“Something about how there’s nobody like you.”
And Primo has to laugh too.
He's right, of course. Thank god.
“Nobody like me,” Primo repeats, and drags another filthy kiss across Paul’s mouth just to scratch up his skin some more.
He pulls away, and satisfaction tugs at him like an unraveling string when Paul tries to chase his mouth.
“I bet you like to kiss boys like him instead,” Primo nods towards Angelo. After a moment of silence, he says, “Well? Ask him.”
Angelo jerkily shakes his head only once, like his stiff neck can’t manage any more. His eyes are wide and pleading with Primo to have mercy, but it makes Primo want to bully him some more.
“What’s the matter?” he asks. By now, Paul is looking over his shoulder at Angelo. Primo wonders if the other boy can see the puffiness of his lips in the low light. “Don’t you want to know if he’ll give you a chance?”
“Why would he?” Angelo says in an embarrassed huff, turning his face towards the door as if he’s thinking about leaving.
But he won’t. He’s too obedient. And even if he wasn’t, Paul’s orbit is too strong.
Primo nudges Paul’s chin to turn his face back towards him and then gestures at Angelo. He speaks in English again, since Angelo is no help right now. “He’s handsome.”
“Uh,” Paul glances back at the other boy who is now staring at Primo with wide, betrayed eyes behind those glasses of his. “Handsome. Yeah. Bellissimo.”
“Uomo bello,” Primo says, shooting a sharp grin at Angelo that widens when Paul repeats him with a nod and a small smile.“You shouldn’t teach him things,” Angelo mutters, folding his restless arms across his chest as he paces across the floor. “The less he understands, the better.”
“Right, and you wouldn’t want to be put out of a job,” Primo says, curving his hand over the back of Paul’s head. His dirty hair feels soft, against the odds. Like some animal part of himself is starting to thrive out here. “Then it would just be me and our little jackpot here.”
Paul pipes up between them, saying something to Angelo that Primo vaguely approximates to praise. Whatever it is, it makes Angelo’s face crumple like he’s being tortured. Poor thing is getting hit with too much too fast, it would seem.
Primo wants to hit him with more.
“Come here, come here,” he waves Angelo over impatiently. “You’re going to burn straight through the floor of this shithole, pacing around like that.”
Angelo freezes in apprehension like a lonely fawn playing dead for a hungry wolf.
“It’s okay,” Paul says, as if he could possibly know that for certain. He’s the youngest of them. He’s the captive, for god’s sake, and yet he acts like it's his place to reassure his kidnapper. Primo really has no idea what to think of this kid. It’s amazing nobody else stole him away first.
But he says it with such conviction that Angelo is helpless not to believe him. Primo’s mouth quirks in a crooked grin as he watches Angelo approach.
It’s time to remind these boys who they’re dealing with.
Once Angelo is close enough to them, Paul reaches up for him with a sweet smile on his lips, all for Angelo. Primo takes advantage of the distraction to shove Paul away, sending him rocking backwards with a confused yelp. Primo doesn’t miss the flash of betrayal across Paul’s face. For just a second, he turns into an unloved child right in front of Primo, baffled and betrayed by someone who had lulled him into expecting some approximation of warmth.
And a second later, Primo is reaching out for Angelo’s wrist, tugging the boy down with a hard yank that practically makes his knees buckle. There’s a moment of bewildered flailing as Primo manhandles Angelo where he wants him, but Angelo folds much more easily than Paul did in that sunflower field. He knows exactly who he’s dealing with, and he’s not stupid enough to think he can fight free of the firm hands that arrange him so his back is pressed to
Primo’s chest, with Primo’s arm locked around his middle.
Angelo winced at every jolt from the road. He shifted his lower body, struggling to find a comfortable position for his tender cunt.
Primo wondered how much of that was from last night, and how much of it came from his runaway affairs. Remembering that the hippie and the old fucking alpha had fucked Angelo had Primo itching for his gun.
He settled for a harder turn at a bend in the road, making Angelo gasp. He curled in on himself when he noticed Primo observing him.
'What's going to happen to me? And my nonna?'
Primo ignored him.
'Don't hurt her, Primo.'
'Now you worry about the old woman.'
'I didn't know what you were capable of.'
His words echoed in the car, thick as the scent of cigarette smoke Primo left behind on the interiors.
'We're getting married,' Primo said. And to put Angelo in his place, 'Because of the baby.'
'I'm only seventeen! It's illegal!'
'In the village, what I say goes.'
'Your uncle—'
'Salvatore is dead.'
Primo drank the dawning look of horror on Angelo's face the way he did the expensive wine in Rome, going smooth and easy down his throat. There was no one to deny Primo anything. No escape for Angelo.
'It might not even be yours,' Angelo spat.
Primo's grip on the steering wheel tightened. 'Then you better pray it's a girl.'
It had been a stupid fucking mistake. He should have separated them first, but rage overtook his good sense. Primo had shot the old alpha in the face and pulled the body off, away, out. Angelo had cried when he did it. Emiliano, Emiliano, he'd whimpered as Primo tossed the corpse aside.
Primo soon gave him something else to cry about, claiming Angelo in the old alpha's bed, both of them covered in his blood. Primo didn't think the old fucker had cummed in Angelo when he was killed, but you could never be too sure.
Not to mention the shit Angelo got up to with the hippie while Primo's back was turned—
Angelo yelped as Primo swerved into the woods. His confusion turned to panic as Primo brought them to the back seat of his car.
'You can't.'
Primo pushed Angelo down and undid their trousers.
'Primo, it still hurts. Please, don't.'
Primo fitted his hands on the bruises he left around Angelo's wrists yesterday and pinned him down. Angelo kept his face turned away from Primo's lips, sniffling into the leather seats when Primo knotted him. Primo barely even enjoyed it. He much preferred when Angelo would climb into his lap, rubbing their facial hair together as Primo pawed at Angelo's tits, before taking Primo apart with his cock.
It would come back in time. Primo would make sure of it.
Thinking of like people trying to stop them, but Primo would never
*having a midnight snack, drink, and smoke*
What the fuck is wrong with you?
Good evening, Leonardo.
Regina looked from Primo to Leonardo then back again. What the fuck is wrong with him?
The clock struck twelve.
Good morning, Regina.
Leo slammed his hands on the table and got in Primo's face. He's barely more than a child, Primo. Angelo should still be in school—
He already graduated.
Then he should be preparing for university! Get the fuck away from this village!
Regina rudely plucked the wine bottle and drank it straight. What's your plan?
primo possessive of angelo delicious ,good fckin food good FCKiN food!!!!!!!
the vignette of tender/bruised angelo trying to get comfortable in the car in what must be dishevelled clothes and patches of dry blood is JUST as fckin delicious as primo's raging blood soaked ravishing, and then topped off with backseat woods for mmore reinforced claiming, oh 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
now, speculating as i understand it, but given the time period/mafia lifestyle of the show, isn't someone married at 17 a non-sticking point to argue about? in terms of of the little i googled, plus there's always a bit in these settings that at young age they're already considered men and women, and so on, and again i mean in the plot settings đź“ť
that said it would make sense if leonardo and regina knew/were fond of angelo more ooh, like i know they know his nonna in canon so they must know him etc. but maybe their son liked him babysitting or something idk, but hey something like that would make it personal enough for them to be reactive like this, so ah now I can see it đź“ť
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Does andrea have freckles on his face? Or is it only a summer thing? Either way, primo obsessed and making it his mission to kiss each of them
he's got some specks, although sadly nothing imo that is as iconic as others, but i'm still fond! i think his most distinct one that always peeks through is the one on the right side of his face, but overall a very kissable formation dotted on
+ the other kissable lower ones
the REALLY iconic ones are the ones/moles below his pec and the ones on the back when the lighting shows them
Me seeing Primo eat at his first scene: I hereby declare you a MuncherTM
Also that man has an oral fixation so bad with all those cigs
absolutely, just devourer in general tbh, no hole or pole is safe đź“ťđź“ťđź“ť
tbf that's been my day 1 thinking anyway lolm what's rly been neglected form his character is his 100% habit of snorting coke off angelo's/idri's d/cks, t/ts and peaches đź“ť note his coke pinky nail lmao
