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3 years ago

Doppio x Reader - My Darling

It would be any day now. Trish had been handed over into the care of a gang and was now traveling with them to Rome. When they eventually arrived, they would all die by the boss's hands, even his own daughter.

Doppio knew this. He knew many things but mostly this and he hated it. He did care about Trish, he really did, but there was nothing he could do about it. She was doomed to die, along with those who swore to protect her. The boss never failed a task. He was the leader of the Italian mafia after all.

"Doppio," came a soft voice from the doorway to his study. "What's wrong? You're positively shaking." This voice belonged to (Y/n), Doppio's darling and his wife, the mother of Trish. "N-nothing." He replied, turning around to see her. "Nothing is wrong. It's just. uhh... the stress of finding a new capo. Since Polpo died, we haven't found anyone to replace him."

(Y/n) sat down, frowning. "You and I both know that's a lie. It doesn't take that much effort or time to give someone a promotion to capo. What's actually wrong? Is it Trish? Did something happen?"

Doppio couldn't tell her. He couldn't reveal to his darling wife that their only daughter was on a hit list and was doomed to die. It would break both of their hearts.

"No. Trish is fine, I promise." He took (Y/n)'s hands into his own, trying to reassure both of them that everything would turn out okay. "I'm sorry. Trish is on her way to Rome, but I just don't want you to worry about her and-"

A soft hand on his cheek stopped him.

Doppio looked his wife in the eyes as she smiled at him. "You're worried about her safety just like I am. You don't need to carry that burden alone." She hugged him, nuzzling his neck affectionately. "Trish is a strong girl. I'm sure she'll be fine. She is our daughter after all."

Doppio smiled nodding as he embraced the woman he loved. "You're right. I'm sure Trish will be - DOTRUTRUTRUTRU!" He stopped himself as he felt a call incoming. Looking around for the "phone", he found it in the form of a hardcover copy of Great Expectations.

"Hello? Boss?" Behind him, (Y/n) sighed, missing the warmth of her husband already. She understood that Doppio couldn't ignore the call of his boss, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying and usually had bad timing.

She also understood that when she married Doppio, she also married the boss, Diavolo.

Doppio left the room, (Y/n) not able to pick up on what they were saying. This did nothing to sooth her worry about her daughter. Her husband wasn't really supposed to reveal too much information to her as it put her in danger. If Trish was in danger, Doppio wouldn't be allowed to say very much about it.

(Y/n)'s stand, Pink Floyd, appeared, consoling her user. "She's in danger. I can feel it." The Mrs. said, feeling down. Her stand said nothing, hugging (Y/n) from behind and as she leaned into the spirit's touch, Doppio returned.

"Dearest, the boss needs me to travel to Rome. I'm going to meet Trish and her companions there." Pink Floyd dissapeared and (Y/n) smiled. "I'm so glad! That means she'll be home soon." She said this but couldn't ignore the sinking feeling pooling in her stomach.

Doppio smiled happily and nodded, but it seemed fake. "I need to pack and leave in the morning. Will you help me?" (Y/n) nodded and left with him to their shared bedroom.

The next day, the lovers tearfully parted ways. (Y/n) waved goodbye as Doppio drove away, heading for the airport. "I'll tell him when he comes back." She thought, placing a hand on her stomach and walking back into the house.

Days later, there was a knock on the door. (Y/n) excitedly opened the door to reveal a pink haired woman. "Trish!" She exclaimed, hugging her daughter however, this excitement quickly faded. "Where's your father?" (Y/n) had noticed that Trish had come in a taxi that was now driving away.

The pinkette looked away, her eyes filling with tears. "I.. he.. the Boss, Diavolo.. he tried to kill us. They're both dead, mom.."

(Y/n) dropped to the ground. Her darling Doppio was gone. Tears fell, unable to be stopped. That night, (Y/n) lay in her bed, alone, yearning for the embrace of her husband. "I'll take care of them. I'll take care of your children, Darling. I promise."

As she murmured this and fell asleep, (Y/n) could've swore she felt the airy embrace of Doppio hugging her from behind just like he loved to do.