Mirrors (2P!Axis x Reader x 2P!FACE)

Conflict 3: Bond

Author's Note: You guys should try DmC 5. The Dante there is a hella like 2P!America--Pun not intended. If you guys have any requests or ideas, leave a comment and I may get to you on that. Signing off!

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"I'm glad that you're finally awake"

The blonde Luciano lookalike held his hands to his hips as he watched you prop yourself up on the queen bed.

"I'm not" You looked down at the chain that bound your foot to the wall behind the bed. You were hoping that when you woke up everything would've returned to normal, that the maniacs that surrounded you were just a part of a very, very bad dream. Nature seemed to hate you.

"Now where are my manners? My name's Flavio" He ignored the glare you shot him "My brother is very sorry for having to do this to you—not that he'll ever admit that. I do apologize"

"'Brother'? Luciano, you mean?"

"Yes. I know it's hard to believe, right? He's so grumpy and mean and hot-tempered"

"and crazy—" You stopped when a pair of silver scissors touched the skin on your cheek. In about an instant, Flavio somehow magically transported from the door all the way behind you.

Holding the cutting tool to your face, he whispered lowly "Careful. That's my brother. Keep mouthing off and I'll be forced to cut that tongue of yours"

Ah. You nodded inwardly despite the situation. Now I see the resemblance. Trying to look brave, you asked cautiously "What do you want from me?"

Instead of answering, he pulled back with a sweet smile. He made his way to the walk-in closet half-way across the room "You're finally awake. Now's-a the time to try on the clothes I made for you"

"Sorry?"

"Since you'll be spending time here for a while, I took it upon myself to prepare you things to wear. No offence" He swung around and lifted his purple shades by the corner as he glanced at you "But I can't let you wear something like... well, that"

"What's wrong with my clothes?" You tried to look down at yourself but Flavio kept tossing random pieces of apparel from the closet.

"Nothing, nothing" He said, not even turning to face you "They're just... bland"

You felt a little insulted but kept your mouth shut. Luciano knocked you out and chained you, who's to say that Flavio won't do as he threatened?

"And... here we are!" He walked over to you, holding up a sky blue dress.

"Quick, try it on"

You hesitated, rubbing your nose, and he raised his brows before following your gaze.

"Oh, right. The chains. Hold on..." He pulled a copper key from the inside of his jacket and bent down to unlock the bolt.

"You know Luciano would've never done this if you only treated him nicely"

"With all due respect, he—they lied to me"

"Yes, well, that's true but you are friends with him. You're friends with all of us... In a way"

"Then how come I don't remember any of you?"

You got up and changed while he had his back turned.

"I'm done"

"It looks great on you" He motioned you towards the closet where an entire wall was a mirror.