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The oneshot :

It was a quiet, magical evening. The stars twinkled above as Ilan and [Y/n] strolled hand-in-hand along the cobblestone streets of a quaint little town.

A soft breeze carried the faint scent of lavender and warm bread from nearby cafes, and the world seemed to fade away as they focused on each other.

Ilan had been uncharacteristically quiet, his dark eyes watching [Y/n] with a mixture of amusement and affection as she rambled about the sights they'd seen that day.

She gestured animatedly, her enthusiasm infectious, and Ilan, as always, found himself entirely captivated by her.

Then, without warning, she stopped walking.

"Wait", she said, tugging his hand and pulling him to a halt. He raised an eyebrow, watching as she turned to face him, her cheeks flushed from the cool air– or maybe from nerves.

"What is it, amore ?" He asked, tilting his head.

She took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with excitement and determination. She tightened her grip on his hands and with her heart racing, looked straight into his eyes.

"𝐒𝐞𝐢 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐧", she began, her voice soft but steady. "𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐥'𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚̀ !"

The words were slightly mispronounced, her accent adorably clumsy but the love and sincerity behind them were unmistakable.

She stumbled a little over 'custodirò' but she pushed through, finishing her declaration with a proud, beaming smile.

Ilan froze, staring at her as if he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. His usual smirk vanished, replaced by a look of genuine astonishment. For a moment, he couldn't speak.

[Y/n] shifted nervously, mistaking his silence for confusion. "Did... did I say it wrong ? I— oh no, did I accidentally say something weird ?!"

Her cheeks turned crimson as she started panicking. "What if I called you a piece of cheese or something ? I practiced so hard ! I—"

"[Y/n]", he interrupted softly, his voice lower and rougher than usual.

Her rambling stopped instantly as she looked up at him, biting her lip.

"Say it again", he murmured, his dark eyes searching hers.

"What ?"

"Say it again", he repeated, his hands tightening around hers, his tone almost pleading.

She blinked, surprised but she nodded. She squared her shoulders and repeated, "𝐒𝐞𝐢 𝐥'𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐈𝐥𝐚𝐧. 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐜𝐮𝐢 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐢𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚, 𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐨̀ 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐥'𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐚̀."

This time, she said it slower, more carefully, the words flowing more naturally despite her nerves.

Ilan let out a quiet, shaky laugh, his lips twitching upward into a smile so soft it made her heart ache. Without a word, he pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse her to him.

"You're incredible, you know that ?" He whispered against her hair.

She laughed nervously still unsure if she'd completely nailed her delivery. "So... I didn't accidentally call you a mozzarella stick or something ?"

He pulled back just enough to look at her, his hands cradling her face. His smile was gone, replaced by an intensity that made her breath catch. "No, amore", he said, his voice thick with emotion. "You said it perfectly."

Her eyes lit up, her grin returning full force. "Really ? I've been practicing for days ! I even asked the lady at the bakery for help !"

He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "You... you did all that for me ?"

"Of course I did", she said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "You're always saying stuff in Italian and I never understand you. So I wanted to say something you'd understand. Something you'd know I really mean."

His heart swelled and for a moment, he forgot how to breathe. He'd never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve– years of being a mafia boss had trained him to keep his emotions locked away.

But here was [Y/n], his little firecracker of a wife, breaking down his walls with her clumsy Italian and radiant smile.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers as he whispered, "𝐒𝐞𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞, [𝐘/𝐧]. 𝐓𝐢 𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐮̀ 𝐝𝐢 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞."

Her brows furrowed, her lips twitching. "Okay, you're doing it again. That better not have been an insult, Ilan !"

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. "Not this time, amore. Not this time."

"Good", she said with a mock glare, though she was already melting in his arms. "Because I worked really hard on that and I expect you to treasure it forever."

"Oh, I will", he promised, his voice low and serious. "I'll never forget it, [Y/n]. I swear."

And with that, he kissed her under the stars, holding her close as the world around them faded away, leaving only the 2 of them and the unspoken truth that no matter how many languages they spoke– or didn't speak– their love needed no translation.

The kiss lingered under the soft glow of the streetlights, the cool night air wrapping around them as if the universe itself wanted to preserve the moment.

When they finally pulled apart, [Y/n] couldn't help but giggle, her cheeks flushed.

"What's so funny, amore ?" Ilan asked, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face.

She grinned up at him. "You looked like I knocked the wind out of you back there. I didn't think it was possible for the great Ilan to be speechless."

He scoffed but the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. "You caught me off guard, that's all. Don't let it go to your head."

"Oh, it's already there", she teased, poking his chest. "I've been waiting for my chance to one-up you and I think I just did."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he tucked her hand into his arm and began walking again. "Don't get too comfortable. I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve."

"Oh, do you now ?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

He glanced at her, his smirk deepening. "I might just start whispering in Italian only when I know it'll drive you crazy."

She groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "Ilan ! You're impossible !"

"Yet you married me", he quipped.

"Questionable life choices", she shot back, though her smile betrayed her words.

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(A/n) : School just started again... and I'm already dying. Plus I was like falling asleep in my math class and just as I was about to pass out, the boy in front of me woke me up and as I was of course gonna insult him, I saw the teacher staring me so creepily like he was looking at me as if waiting for this moment I woke up ! Nearly gave me a heart attack this asshole. I'm gonna make him eat his fucking X and N ! No one cares about that, why did I choose this subject again...

Whatever, see ya ! 💋