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Open threads:
1) Safe Haven : Feli/Luci intro thread

2) The Regular : Feli/Lud intro thread (super fluffy)

3) Hey Bartender Feli/Gil intro thread

Relationships:
1) Friends
Ludwig= He met Lud two years ago at The Bunker, and they became very close. Feli firmly believes in Lud's ambitions and, despite his ties with the mafia, would do anything to keep him safe. He is extremely loyal to the man and takes great pains not to cause any further stresses for Ludwig. (He may or may not have a bit of a crush on the man, but goes to great lengths to hide it.) As of now, Lud is totally in the dark about Feli's associations with the Vanore family.

Lucille= Another close friend, Feli and Luci also met at the Bunker. Luci sang at the bar a year ago and Feli, intrigued by her, struck up a friendship. Eventually they discovered each other's secret lives, and that actually strengthened their relationship. Feli goes to her when the power gets cut off in his apartment and cooks for her in return for a warm couch. He likes her and would like to pursue a romantic relationship, but doesn't want to risk losing such a good friend.

Carmen= Feli loves going to her coffee shop after his shift end and enjoys talking to the cheery shop owner. He doesn't quite know her well enough to call her a friend but he is really fond of her.

2) Family
Marcello= Feli's half brother. Feli found out about him after Lovi had left, and had kept it quiet from his brother and grandfather. Feli can't help but love his little brother, but is unsure of how to approach their relationship. He hasn't seen Marco in years.

Rom= Feli's grandfather, has no idea of Feli's job. They were very close when Feli was a kid.

Lovino= Feli's precious older brother. Feli loves him and his greatest fear is that his brother is going to find out his association with the Vanore

He was so tired. So terribly tired…His body seemed to forget how to move properly and Feliciano staggered about the hallway leading to his friend’s flat, looking like a drunkard, no doubt. He supposed that wouldn’t look too out of place in that regard; he’d seen more than a few students tumbling back towards their rooms in the early hours of the morning, and right now he looked just like them. The chill of the night still clung to the petite Italian and he never missed the warmth of his home country more than in the dead of the British winters. All he wanted was to take a shower and collapse into his bed. And yet, his tired and numbed mind knew he couldn’t go home, there was no lights and no heat and no hot water to welcome him. He sighed and clutched his woolen coat closer to his chest. His latest target had been more difficult than he’d anticipated and his shirt was soaked through with blood and sweat, which only served to make him colder and made it a lot harder to find a place to stay. Maybe he could convince Luci to let him take a nice hot shower. It shouldn’t be hard, she’d always been such a sweetheart, always willing to let him crash on her couch in exchange for a home cooked meal and Feliciano was quite confident in his powers of persuasion. After all, this was hardly the first time he’d shown up, bloody and exhausted, at her door.

He had to admit, of all the people he’d suspect to have a second life, Lucille Bibourette had not even made the list. Her band had played at the Bunker, nearly a year ago, and Lucille had caught his eye immediately. She’d taken the stage like a hurricane, commanding the attention of everyone at the Bunker, employees and patrons alike. A wild spirit with a cloud of dark hair that seemed to float about her, her delicate features were still angelic despite the piercings and heavy stage make-up, designed to make her look world-weary and hard. Feliciano had propped his chin on his hands, content to lean on his bar and watch her perform. She was hardly his normal type, and yet he couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. Like magnets, he felt himself being drawn to her, compelled to talk to her. And talk he had. As the night had been wrapping up, and the band was tearing down, Feliciano had appeared with a bottled water and what he’d hoped would be a winning smile. It looked like, his instincts about her were right—they had fallen into an easy friendship almost immediately. He’d taken her to his favorite coffee shop and they’d whiled away the last hours of the night deep in conversation. From there on out, she had been a constant feature in his life. Feliciano liked her, probably would have pursued her, but the burden of his double life, as it had so often before, kept her at arm’s length. But all that changed nearly three months ago.

Looking back, he couldn’t have been luckier to have Luci learn of his secret. After so long of being on his own, with no one to turn to, to rely on, he couldn’t describe how nice it was to have someone in his corner. And tonight, as he knocked clumsily on her door, he took a moment to thank whatever forces that be for her friendship. He leaned on the doorframe, resisting the urge to fall asleep right there. He looked at his watch, worried that she might be asleep. It was nearly 3 am and nearly any other person would be.

“Luci? It’s me, Feli. Can I please come in? The power’s off in my flat again….” He bit back a whimper. The adrenaline of the job had long since had abandoned him, leaving guilt and exhaustion in its place. He didn’t know where to go if not here. Sure, there was Fratello and Nonno, but how could he show up to either of their houses like this? How could he explain the blood? No. If he couldn’t stay here, he had no choice but to return to his dark and icy apartment. Supressing another yawn, he knocked again. “Luci? I’ll cook you lots of delicious food… Just open the door, si?”

@lucille Nibourette

Hmmm yes! Definitely I figured Feli has a tradition of buying flowers after a job, which he then sends anonymously to the families of his targets. I figure he goes to various shops to lessen suspicion, so it would make sense that he'd run into Marco there. It would be interesting to see them interact.... are we going with the idea that they had met briefly when they were teens? Or do you not want them to recognize each other?

That sounds great! Would you mind starting the hotel thread? Once we have Feli's target I'll start the chase thread.

I think I would really enjoy a Vash, Feli fight. Who would you want to see as a target? Mind you, Feli only kills people with ties to the criminal underground. It would be interesting to see them go head to head though.

Also I would be interested to see what he and Charlotte would get into... an assassin and a cat burglar huh?

Feliciano tilted his head at his friend’s words, frowning slightly. It was clear that whatever the MP was struggling with tonight, it was something above and beyond Feliciano’s understanding. He sat down with the weight of a man burdened with the troubles of the world. And… given his position in the government, that wouldn’t be such a far-fetched idea. Feliciano couldn’t understand what was happening. To the bartender, politics had been a confusing animal, one he was all too happy to leave well enough alone. If it was up to him, he’d skip the whole conversation. But his friend clearly needed a cheerful smile and a sympathetic ear, and Feliciano was certainly willing to provide it. No matter what the subject was.

“It’s okay,” he sang, jumping to his feet with a bright smile. “You’re here now and that’s what matters. I’m just glad you made it back tonight." He settled back and fixed Ludwig with a fond gaze. "So! Just sit back and relax for now, I’ll be right back with the drinks.” He waved and turned to head back to the bar, smile slipping from his face. From day one, he knew Ludwig Beilschmidt was special, knew he wasn’t like the other corrupt politicians that Feliciano had encountered, in job or the other. There was a strange level of clarity in his eyes, a single-minded purity undefiled by greed or lust or pride. His rise to power had been fueled only his concern for the people; Ludwig wouldn’t be the type to be drawn in with dark promises of power or fistfuls of dirty money… and perhaps that alone was enough to intrigue Feliciano. If there was any politician who might be able to combat the mafia’s insidious grip on the government, it was the man currently resting in the corner booth. The thought should have frightened him— after all, he was a part of the very criminal network in power. And yet… there was something in that promise that filled the Italian’s chest with something that felt a lot like hope.

“I’m back!” He proclaimed, grinning as he plopped down a pint before the tired MP and slid into the booth beside him. “Oettinger, as promised.” He hummed contentedly and sidled closer, setting down his own glass of Pinot Noir. (He’d tried some of Lud’s beer before and declared the whole thing—‘too much for him.’) “I also put in an order of chips. You look like you could use a bite to eat.” Proud of being such an attentive friend, he took a sip from his glass and fixed his attentive amber eyes onto his friend’s steeled gaze. “So! It sounds like you could use a chance to blow off steam. So talk! We can talk about work… or maybe football—if you don’t want to talk about today… Or I can tell you about my week! Whatever you’d like.” He smiled uncertainly and patted Ludwig’s shoulder. It couldn’t be easy, being an island in a sea of incompetence and corruption, and the strain was clearly starting to show in the slump of his shoulders and the ever-present crease in his brow. Ludwig had never been a particularly light-hearted person, but Feliciano couldn’t help but notice how rare his smile had become lately, couldn’t remember when he’d last heard the German laugh. He frowned and nudged the beer towards the politician. He was going to make Ludwig relax if it was the last thing he did.