“It’s sad, isn’t it? His whole troop was killed in that attack, but he still asks about the same person every day.”
The nurse turned her sympathetic eyes back to Lovino, who gave a small sigh.
“The shit these bastards deal with is incredible. I’m just glad I joined the infirmary instead of enlisting as a soldier,” he sighed. “I never would have survived that, even if I didn’t get fucking shot.”
A lot of their patients were suffering from the effects of chemical warfare- a crime even in these lawless times. The infirmary in the Italian base was full of sick, wounded, and mentally d
“Okay, if everyone’s ready to begin, we’re going to go around in a circle and introduce ourselves.”
I’m supposed to say my name is Lovino Vargas. I’ve been part of this group therapy session for three months now. If you ask anyone outside, most people will tell you that I’m a pretty average guy…but no one who comes here is normal. Most of them must just be on something, I think. I mean, if people are seeing unicorns and faeries like half of these guys do, why can’t they just keep it to themselves? Well, I get it. Not everyone’s good at being quiet about that shit. I guess it wouldn&
[Prumano Fic] Sleepover Shenanigans by Karuka-Ikashi, literature
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[Prumano Fic] Sleepover Shenanigans
Sleepover Shenanigans
“Be good, Lovino,” Mr. Vargas told his son as he prepared to leave his friend’s house.
Lovino crossed his arms and pouted a bit, looking accusingly at his father as if the other intended to abandon him there forever. “You’re just leaving me here so you can spend more time with Feli by yourself!”
His father frowned, putting a hand on his son’s head. “No, I told you- your brother is sick. Mr. Beilschmidt was nice enough to offer to watch you till tomorrow. You don’t want to end up stuck in bed all
[Prumano Slice of Life AU] Seven O'Clock by Karuka-Ikashi, literature
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[Prumano Slice of Life AU] Seven O'Clock
There are days when Lovino is so tired that he forgets what life was like before coffee. By early afternoon, he is usually on his third cup, and it’s all he can do to to keep from relying on more to fuel him through the rest of the day. When people ask, sometimes he jokes he hasn’t slept properly in two years, though part of him knows it’s not exactly too far from the truth. Life was different before Antonio. Before, Lovino had been living a life that was carefree in comparison. Fresh out of college, his only cares had been earning enough money to pay his rent and making sure his brother’s demands for “family tim
Fire With Fire
Lovino had never asked for this. That was what he constantly reminded himself of every time he faced a new challenge, some new little task that frustrated him...and in this body, that happened quite often. As of now, he had almost burned down their small house in the woods about five times. The walls still bore scorch marks, and each time, Gilbert had made clean him ash off of the floor with a wet rag that Lovino had always seen him use himself later on the same spot once Lovino had “finished.” They had different standards of cleanliness, an
[Mafia AU] The Curl: Chapter Eleven FINAL CHAPTER by Karuka-Ikashi, literature
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[Mafia AU] The Curl: Chapter Eleven FINAL CHAPTER
Chapter 11: Brother’s Bullet
There was an echo to the sound of Sadiq’s gun. Then, everything went deathly quiet. The masked man let out a few gasping laughs, and Feliciano lay on the floor in shock, unaware of what had just happened. The impact of his fall had jarred him. The first thing he assessed was that he had not, in fact, been hit- at least not by a bullet. Lovino lay beside him, panting, and in his older brother’s hand, Feliciano saw the detective’s gun.
Sadiq staggered over to lean against an armchair, his hand clutching the spot on his blood-soaked shirt. His mask fell from his face in the underboss’
[Mafia AU] The Curl: Chapter Ten by Karuka-Ikashi, literature
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[Mafia AU] The Curl: Chapter Ten
Chapter 10: Showdown
Lovino stood in the driveway of his home, trembling. His chest heaved in effort from his hasty journey, only aggravating his injury. The front gate of his family’s property was dented and barely hanging on by its hinges. There was a strange car abandoned in front of his home, and no traces of his brother could be found anywhere. Lovino’s curl was still twitching. He had no doubt that his brother had been here. He had felt the connection through him during whatever struggle had taken place. The only question was- where was he now?
“Fuck…” Lovino mumbled, putting a hand up to his bandaged sho