The most requests I got were for Antonio, or Spamano. So have a chapter about Lovino and Antonio! I am now /finally/ getting to the requests.

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This is how Lovino's day goes.

At 5:00 AM, he's woken up by his thrice-damned Grandfather getting up to go work out in the fields. The man is as subtle as a pack of elephants, and enjoys greeting the day with loud raucous singing in Italian and playing percussion on the pots in the drainboard. Fucking A.

At 5:30 AM, his grandfather's booming voice is joined by that fucking Spaniard's. Every single morning, Lovino regrets ever getting that moron a job in his family's farm. How the hell the asshole can sing in Italian when he can barely speak English is beyond him.

By 6:00 AM, he's managed to fall back asleep. Both of the early birds having gone far enough out into the fields that their voices aren't loud and grating and horrible.

At 7:00 AM, he remembers that, technically, he's supposed to be helping his grandfather out in the field as well. Fuck.

At 7:06 AM, he trips over his brother, who fell asleep on the way back from the bathroom and is curled up on the floor drooling.

At 7:28 AM, Lovino finally stops screaming and Feliciano finally stops crying and they get into a minor slap fight over who gets to use the shower first. The little shit never did adhere to the whole 'respect your elders' thing.

At 8:00 AM, Grandpa and 'Toni- Grandpa and that damned Spanish bastard come in for breakfast. Lovino unsuccessfully tries to escape to another reality where he's not sharing a table with three loud, obnoxious, airheads.

At 8:30 AM, Grandpa leaves to drive Feli to school. Lovino is stuck washing the dishes and making sure that moron doesn't break anything as he attempts to dry them. Then he and Antonio go out and finish the rest of the morning chores.

That's it.

That's all they do.

Absolutely nothing else.

There is absolutely nothing else that goes on between them when they are alone in the house why the fuck would you even-?

At 9:45 AM, Lovino finishes smoothing the concealer Elizaveta lent him over the curve of his neck and walks to the bus stop to catch a ride to the community college the next town over. That stupid Spanish bastard follows him, of course. The damn stalker. As if Lovino can't walk to the freakin' road alone!

Actually. Fuck. The way these woods are, he'd rather not try it. Goddamn, he'd probably get mauled by-by something and be left a mutilated corpse on the side of the road. And then Feliciano would cry and everyone else would pretend to cry and 'Tonio would have no idea what to do with himself. Lovino has absolutely zero faith in Rajni's 'If you act like you can't see them they will leave you alone' advice. Haha, hell no. Danut gleefully told him stories of Arthur getting chased up and down the forest because…because…because.

The point is, that is not the life Lovino wants to live. Lovino does not want to turn into Arthur Kirkland.

So he lets Antonio walk him to the bus stop so that any undesirable fucker living in the leaves and the grass will know to give them wide berth. Literally the only upside to having a boyfriend who is-

Of, of having a friend who is-

S-strong. And tall.

A friend who is tall.

By 5:00 PM, he's usually back from his classes for the day.

And that's.

That's when the trouble starts.

Because, the thing is, Lovino Vargas is not a fool. Unlike his airheaded younger brother, he gets stuff. He can read the atmosphere. He can figure shit out. He doesn't hang around scary German dudes and their creepy older brothers. He's not best friends with a barely human Japanese kid and he doesn't hang around with obnoxious blonde douchebags and their unsettling British boyfriends. He stays the hell away from all the weird people in the town. And there are a lot. God, there are a fucking lot.

The thing is, Lovino knows. Oh yeah, he knows all right. He knows all about this weird ass town and its weird ass people and all the shit in the forest and up the mountain and he knows to stay far, far away from all that crap.

But Jesus, avoiding all of the weird shit that's everywhere is like running a fucking obstacle course.

Because that's what Rajni said. If he didn't want to get involved in any of this, he just had to stay away from it. Had to pretend like he couldn't see it. Everything would leave him alone if he acted like he was still sightless and shit. Like he still had no idea what was going on.

Which is so much fucking easier said then done.

The problem is, they live a little bit out of the way. A little far away from town. Right on the edge of the forest, where there aren't a lot of people. And not a lot of people means the weird shit, so much weird shit, all. the fucking. time. The second he gets home from school, it's like he's playing dodgeball, and the balls are random supernatural occurrences.

If it's not goddamn Danut Dragomir riding through the fields on some sort of fanged-horse thingit's bloody Feliks flying through the air on some magical pony or one of Kiku's siblings setting something on fire before parkouring away over the treetops.

And if he stays inside and locks all the doors and windows to avoid seeing that shit, then his fucking Grandpa will end up inviting one of them over for dinner. Usually Gabriel, the exchange student from Seborga who is apparently distantly related to the Vargas family, and who is also part of this supernatural bullshit.

Hell, the list of people in this town who are a part of the supernatural bullshit is so frighteningly long that Lovino's half convinced that no one is human and it's literally just him and his dumbass brother and the second he lets his guard down they're going to turn on them and, like, eat them, or something.

It's stressful. It is extremely stressful and Lovino does not need this kind of drama in his life.

It's all fucking 'Tonio's fault, obviously. None of this would have happened to Lovino if it weren't for that thrice-damned Spaniard. Nope. He'd still be living along in happy blissful ignorance and wouldn't be seeing fairies and shit everywhere he turned. He got exposed to this crap because of that stupid furry bastard, and now, whenever he gets back from school, he clutches his rosary and prays that he can get through the rest of the day without incident. He'll go home, do the evening chores, come inside for dinner, do some homework, go to bed. Everyday, that's how he hopes his evening will go.

It never quite happens like that.

Instead, Antonio meets him at the bus stop, grinning like a buffoon as usual, and carries his bag for him because he might as well put those stupid unrealistic muscles to work. Then they'll leave the road, enter the fields, then the forest.

Then Antonio will change.

He'll shrug off his loose t-shirt and pull off his pants and sink down onto all fours. Let the fur sprout all over his body and claws extend from his fingers and his ears taper upwards into points. Also, a fucking tail.

Then he'll turn around and fucking tackle Lovino to the ground because when he goes furry any and all self control that Antonio has goes out the window. And then Lovino has to spend the next five minutes fending off werewolf slobber, until he gets the stupid asshole off of him.

Then the moron will look at him with those stupid green eyes and Lovino will curse under his breath but spend the next five minutes scratching the asshole behind the ears and having 'Tonio nuzzle at the side of his face and eventually try to sit on him again.

The second attempt at being sat on will have Lovino on his feet again, walking in the opposite direction, because oh no you asshole, you know how I feel about having your furry butt on me, we have rules, don't look at me like that, get away from me fucker, we're not on speaking terms anymore-

Eventually 'Tonio's sad whines and puppy dog eyes will wear Lovino down, and he'll go back to the stupid bastard, scratch him behind the ears again, and start walking with him to the small abandoned barn that he's living in.

Antonio was basically a squatter when he first moved here, but it's been about three years since then, and the old barn has been refurnished, the roof fixed, and actual appliances and plumbing and shit have been installed. It's a major improvement, and if Lovino were the type to read too far into stuff, he'd say that the barn becoming hospitable is a reflection of Antonio's own growth through the years. From a half-wild wolfman who could barely speak English, to a productive member of society that most of the town genuinely likes, who can still barely speak English.

The English thing is a work in progress. At this point, Lovino's half convinced that Antonio does it on purpose, so that he can drag him around everywhere under the guise of needing a 'translator'.

They walk in silence to the barn, Lovino's hand in the fur on 'Tonio's neck and the wolf walking so close to him that it's a miracle they don't step on each other's feet.

It didn't used to be like this. Lovino used to be scared shitless of Antonio when he was a wolf. Hell, Antonio used to be scared of himself when he was a wolf. There was a lot of fear going around. It definitely didn't help that Lovino had no idea about any of the supernatural crap going on in the town when suddenly werewolf in his backyard holy fucking shit.

That was terrible. Everything that year was just terrible.

But they've all moved past it. Antonio has near perfect control over his wolfiness now, and he swears that it's thanks to Lovino, that Lovino helps keep him calm and human. But Lovino's pretty sure it's just that now Antonio has a place to live, and sleep, and food to eat, and people who care about him, and that's a pretty powerful motivator to stay human and not go feral and run off into the woods. It's living in this town that's helped him, not just Lovino.

Because, yeah, the town has supernatural bullshit spouting out of every orifice, but, y'know, the people aren't complete assholes. There's that whole community feel, where everyone comes together to take care of one another. It's nice. Even if it is annoying that literally everyone knows everyone and if Antonio kisses him on the cheek while they're in town then fucking everyone will have heard about it by the end of the day. Lovino will punch Gilbert's fucking face off if he teases him one more time, he swears to God. He does not care if Gilbert is a fucking ghost whisperer or whatever Lovino is not down to take that shit from pasty white potato bastards.

He'll, uh, he'll make sure 'Tonio is with him though. When he punches Gilbert. N-not because he's scared of the asshole or anything! He just needs 'Toni to know that he's still not down for their relationship to be public or whatever. Y-yeah. That's why.

(The fact that everyone in town already knows about him and Antonio is something that Lovino savagely ignores with the same passion that he ignores all of the supernatural bullshit going on around him. His boyfriend's a werewolf? What? Did you hit your head? Are you seeing stars? Did you drink too much wine? Go sit down asshole you sound like a fool.)

It's a thing though, them. That's why, before he even goes home, Lovino goes to Antonio's barn, and they both collapse onto the pile of pillows and blankets that the stupid Spaniard has the audacity to call a bed. Antonio lays down on his stomach, and Lovino leans against him, and they'll spend the next few hours cuddling while Lovino reads to him.

They started doing this to help teach Antonio English, but now Lovino reads to him in Italian too, because some of his favourite stories, the ones his grandpa brought back from Italy, don't have any translations, and Italian and Spanish are similar enough that 'Tonio can get the gist of it.

Antonio says that he just loves listening to Lovino's voice. He falls asleep sometimes, head in his paws, half curled around the younger man. Sometimes Lovino will fall asleep too, sink his face into the soft brown fur and drift off to the sound of Antonio's breathing. He won't get any homework done, won't get home in time to finish his evening chores. Will probably miss dinner, too. He might not go home at all, because walking in the woods at night is a sure way to get a pile of supernatural bullshit right to the face. And Lovino wants absolutely nothing to do with any supernatural bullshit.

His werewolf boyfriend turns and looks at him like he's hung the moon in the small, dimly lit barn, and Lovino doesn't fight the small smile that spreads across his face.

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Will be working through the requests now. May alternate between doing requests and covering some stuff that happened in the past so things make more sense. We'll see how things go.