Torture (2p! Italy X Reader) (DISCONTINUED!!!)

XXXIV - Wedding

A few more months has passed. The pain the brothers are going through have worsened, and (y/n)'s pregnancy is fine. She was bigger than before, and was soon to give birth sooner or later. Flavio was discharged, and is now helping the soon-to-be newlyweds with their wedding.

"So, darling," Flavio examined (y/n) as she was being dressed up in her wedding dress by Oliver. "How do you feel~?"

She stared at her reflection, giggling softly as her cheeks lightly flushed pink. "I... I'm excited, honestly." She said, turning to Flavio.

"Why, anyone would be, poppet!" Oliver laughed softly, lightly patting her shoulder. "A wedding is something special."

"But when you're divorced and get married again, I suppose the spark and fun is gone." Flavio scoffed, rolling his eyes. "But rest assured, you have found your happy ending!"

He suddenly frowned, clearing his throat. "Well... That is..." He went quiet.

"If Feliciano will be fine with being married to someone he doesnt know." (y/n) sighed softly, frowning too.

"Oh, you two..." Oliver pouted, crossing his arms. "Today's special, let's not ruin it with frowns!"

He took one hand of hers, giving her a gentle smile. "My dear," he smiled gently. "Despite not knowing when all of us will leave, there's always a bright side. A bright side in which we're still here, patiently waiting for a wedding to happen in a few hours and a baby coming in a few months! Save the worrying for later."

He stared into her eyes and he chuckled softly. "Come now," he said. "Give me a smile, and let me see how happy the soon-to-be bride should look!"

(y/n) laughed softly and she smiled brightly, making Oliver giggle. "There we go!" He smiled. "Well, we're good to go!"

Flavio glanced at his watch and he gasped. "Oh, the man of honor needs to go!" He said, fixing the pink and purple flowercrown on his head.

He pecked (y/n) on her cheek, cupping her cheek gently. "I'm happy for you, bella." He smiled. "I'll see you at the altar, darling!"

He waved goodbye at the two before leaving the room, running off.

Oliver giggled and he glanced at her. "Well, we should get you there if we don't want to miss your wedding."

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Luciano fiddled with his tie, chewing on his bottom lip. His hands were sweating, and he was practically shaking.

Everyone was in their seats, and Flavio was at his side. This was the big day. Luciano was very nervous, of course, but he knew he had to calm down.

Flavio placed a hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise. "Fratello, calm down," Flavio said. "Don't worry, everything will be fine. Nothing bad will happen... Well, hopefully."

"Everything went well until that last sentence, you ass." Luciano groaned, frowning.

"Oi, I tried." Flavio scoffed, flicking Luciano's nose with his bright pink, manicured nails. "I tried not to sugarcoat it, but I had to be honest."

Before Luciano could shoot back with a sassy comment, the organ began to play the recognizable wedding march.

The brothers turned to face the aisle, and there were the flower girls.

"I'm glad I babysit some kids, because if I didn't know them, we'd have no flower girls." Flavio whispered to Luciano. "Children adore me."

"And I'm glad they do, and I'm glad we have good ones. Or else we would've been forced to use some asshole kids." Luciano snorted.