𝟬𝟰 . 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗲

WARNINGS ⚠️ : BUNNY, GUBBY, GUBBY BITING CONSIGLIERE WRIST ( VERY SAD ) 😭 😭 🪦 ☠️ j/ also saying i love you

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NOTES! :

i got bored so i like stayed up at 12 am and wrote this nj/

so like i also got bored and actually TRIED to write this so yippie its more detailed. THANK GOD TO THAT ONE VOCABULARY BOOK MY MOM GAVE ME LAST YEAR- ✨

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Mafioso's eyes slowly open as he hears the faint sound of footsteps approaching. He groans internally, wondering how long he had managed to sleep before being woken up again.

Feeling too disgruntled to move, he simply lies there, hoping that whoever is approaching will come over to him if they want to talk.

"OOWWwwchHH!!" a voice screams- but Somehow, the scream hasn't woken Regime, Contractee, or Soldier, who remain blissfully asleep.

With a grumble, Mafioso rises from the bed, trying not to disturb the others. He mutters to himself, "This better be worth it..."

His footsteps are quiet but firm as he moves towards the source of the cry, already annoyed at being woken up yet again.

Mafioso steps into the living room, intending to berate Consliere for the early morning disturbance, but his words are cut short as his gaze lands on the sight in front of him.

He sees Gubby, the bunny, gnawing on Consliere's wrist. Mafioso's annoyance momentarily gives way to concern.

"What the hell..." he mutters, taking a step closer to assess the situation.

Mafioso removes Gubby from Consliere's wrist, setting the bunny down gently on the floor.

He looks at Consliere expectantly, his eyes narrowing.

"Alright, first things first," Mafioso says, his voice firm. "Why are you down here at this hour?"

Consliere winces, his wrist red from where the bunny's teeth had dug in. He looks sheepish under Mafioso's stern gaze.

"I couldn't sleep," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck, "It's hard to shut off my brain sometimes."

Mafioso shakes his head, clearly exasperated.

"Two people hurt in the same hour..." he grumbles, "Can't catch a break today, can we?"

He turns away and heads to the bathroom to fetch a bandaid for Consliere.

"Just rinse it under water, alright? And try not to wake the whole house with your screams next time." Mafioso calls out over his shoulder.

Consliere nods sheepishly, still feeling embarrassed about the entire situation. He makes his way to the kitchen sink and turns on the water, sticking his injured wrist under the icy cold stream.

"Ow.. ow.. ow.." he mutters to himself, flinching as the cold water hits the bitten area.

Mafioso returns a moment later with a bandaid and some disinfectant cream.

"Hold still," he instructs, motioning for Consliere to turn off the water and offer up his wrist.

His touch is surprisingly gentle as he applies the cream to the wound and carefully places the bandaid over it.

"There you go.." Mafioso mutters, finally satisfied that the injury is taken care of.

He looks at Consliere, a hint of concern still in his eyes, but his voice is gruff as he continues, "Next time, try to find a better way to deal with your insomnia, alright? No more midnight bunny attacks."

"Lets get you back up to your room," Mafioso says, patting Lieres back.

"I dont want to go back up there.." Liere mutters, rubbing his wrist, "Its cold."

Mafioso rolls his eyes at Liere's reluctance to return to his bedroom, but he's not about to back down.

"Listen, buddy," Mafioso says firmly, his voice brokering ( this word was big and i guess it means leaving no room ig, google helps )-  no argument. "I have three grown-ahh men snoring away in that room, and there's no way I'm dealing with another scream tonight. You're going back upstairs, end of story."

"Pleeaassee.. boss.." He pleads, he looks way too innocent right now.

Mafioso's expression softens for a moment at Consliere's plea, but he quickly hardens his resolve.

"I said no," he responds, his tone firm. "And quit whining. You're making me regret getting out of bed at this time."

Then Liere gives him the hugest and /CUTEST/ puppy eyes, mafioso groans.

Mafioso grits his teeth, his resolve weakening as Consliere hit him with those puppy eyes.

He lets out a frustrated sigh, cursing himself for being such a sucker for those pleading doe eyes. "Darn it, you know I can't say no to that face, you little.."

Mafioso finally gives in to Consliere's pleading, grabbing his wrist with a mix of annoyance and fondness. He pulls him into the bed and settles down, muttering under his breath.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood," he grumbles, shifting to make room for Consliere. "But don't even think of talking my ear off. I need my beauty sleep, you brat."

Liere climbs into the bed, his eyes slowly closing.l

"Mm.. i love you.." Liere mumbles, not knowing what hes saying was saying at the time.

Mafioso's tough exterior softens as he hears Consliere's sleepy confession. He can tell that the other man isn't fully aware of what he's saying, but the words still tug at Mafioso's heartstrings.

Without thinking twice, he responds quietly, "Love you too.."

Consliere yawns and snuggles against Mafioso, feeling the comfort of his presence.

Mafioso wraps an arm around Consliere's waist, pulling him closer, and shuts his eyes.

Gradually, their breathing slows and deepens, and before long, they both drift off to sleep.