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Requested by: SpicyCury13
My sister said I'm reminding her fo Secco so now I'll take away all her sugar.
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Being his wife was never easy. You knew that ever since you'd met him. Even back then he was so involved in it all. And it never scared you – you loved the man; nothing could ever separate you. Not even death. You were sure he was your soulmate.
Diavolo felt quite the same towards you. When he saw you long ago in the park, he knew he had to have you. Now, years later you were always by his side, in good and bad. You were the only other person to know how he looked. You were something special, unique and interesting. His lover.
And as every relationship, everyone had their little things. He was awesome at running the biggest mafia in Italy while still staying undercovers and murdering millions of people. You, on the other hand, were great at baking.
Sure, it was funny how different you were from each other sometimes. Him being different from himself sometimes too. But it didn't bother neither of you. You could make him cupcakes while he plotted how to bring down traitors. Your cooking always made him relax from his stressful work.
During your long relationship with Diavolo you'd seen a lot of stuff. You'd seen people getting murdered, begging for their lives. You'd seen the strangest of their abilities, your own husband changing appearance and personality in mere seconds. But never in your life would you've thought you'd actually see Diavolo, the scariest person in Italy, with your apron wrapped around his waist, staring angrily at a cooking book with his hair in a man bun.
Not to mention it was quite late at night – you were both supposed to be asleep.
Earlier that day, Doppio had called his boss. As usual, they discussed important upcoming missions, traitors that needed to be taken care of and stock that needed to be delivered.
"Boss, isn't (Y/N)'s Birthday tomorrow?" Doppio had asked, barely over a whisper in fear that you could magically hear them. Diavolo stayed quiet for a little while before nodding in agreement. They discussed about various gifts they could come up for you, yet neither seemed to be good enough. You deserved something special and great.
"She loves cooking! You can make her something!" Doppio finally said, cheer clear in his voice. At first Diavolo was against that- how could he, the boss, do something so idiotic! He was dangerous and should be feared. His place wasn't in the kitchen. And as to top it all off, he was terrible at it. Everything he tried always came out tasting awful.
But as Doppio kept going on how you'd love if he did something like that, he slowly accepted the idea. You always made him treats, so it would mean a lot if he did something like that for you too, right? Unfortunately for the watermelon head, you'd came home by the time he decided to make you cookies.
So that lead to now. Diavolo had stayed up till two am so he could slip away and try cooking for you in the kitchen. His plan had worked! Everything was going according to the plan. You were still asleep and he actually managed to finish the recipe without destroying half the kitchen.
He was quite proud of himself, Diavolo had finally managed to make something to eat that wasn't either burnt to a crisp or poisonous. The cookies even looked great – perfectly gold. The Don was eager to see how they'd turned out. But as he pulled them out and went to try one, his face fell.
They were hard as a rock! How?! Diavolo tried his best not to lose his temper in your kitchen (Once he had broken one of your pots and sure as all hell he regretted doing it.). His face was now twisted in anger, picking up the damned book and rereading the instructions.
And everything seemed ok, he had done everything described in them. Just as he was about to try once again, he heard soft steps approaching the kitchen. Was that you? why were you awake? Panicking slightly, the man spun around only to see you, still trying to wake up.
"D...Diavolo?" you muttered, confused by the sight before you. Rubbing your eyes, you tried focusing on his blurry figure. Diavolo had never been caught in such an embarrassing state. Sure enough, a small blush grew on his face form embarrassment.
Why was he here? With an apron? And...cookies behind him? A small smile spread across your lips. Was he trying to cook for you? for your birthday? Smiling even wider at your little realization, you embraced him in a thigh hug, kissing his chin softly.
"Is that for me? You're making cookies for me?" You grin, happy to see him so embarrassed. He knew you were enjoying this. Shooting you a glare, he wrapped his arms around your much smaller frame.
Giving you a small nod, you jumped up in glee. "Awe, darling! You're so so so sweet!" You cheered, placing a few kisses on his face, him closing his eyes and leaning in. Diavolo's hands caressed your waist slowly, pulling you closer.
"Can I try them?" you asked, staring into his eyes. The Don chocked on air, pulling away from you. "No" he simply said before taking the whole tray and lifting it up. You gasped and pouted at his behavior. This was outrageous!
"But it's my gift! Can't I have it now?" you tried reaching for them, but the man only wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you in place. He bent down to kiss the side of your face.
"No, mi amore~" He purred in your ear sending shivers down your spine. He continued kissing down your neck and to your sweet spot. You let out a few low sounds, finally reaching the tray and grabbing a cookie. Diavolo noticed this, his usual frown returning.
"You'll hurt yourself." He whispered to you. You were confused by his words until he snatched the cookie away from you and hit it against the counter. It was hard as a rock. You let out a few snickers, the man glaring slightly at you, squeezing at your sides.
"What did you put inside, cement instead of flour?" you giggled even more, unable to contain them. Your little snickers abruptly stopped as you felt the man push you against the counter, squeezing your waist in a threatening manner.
"Don't make fun of me, amore." He growled low, kissing your ear before moving down to your neck.

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