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anythingdrabbleTitle: Protocol? What Protocol?
Fandom: Viola come il mare (Italian TV show)
Characters/Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 300 (Ellipsus)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some time during S2.
Summary: Viola and Francesco being flirty because they just can’t help it—not even on a crime scene.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenges: #420 Instead + #421 Violate [Amnesty Week]
Crossposted + Italian version: My Journal
—
The crime scene was still crawling with agents from the forensic department when Viola tried to convince an officer to let her slip under the yellow tape, flashing her Sicilia Web News badge.
Next to her, Tamara checked her watch, huffing with the weary air of someone who just wanted to get her footage and go home.
Drawn by the loud chattering, Francesco rolled his eyes and walked over with a sigh.
“Viola. You know you can’t be here.”
“Francesco. Good morning to you too,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And for the record, it’s not like we’re here to snoop, you know? We’re working.”
“We’re working too, Viola. The forensic team is still collecting evidence.”
Viola stepped closer with a conspiratorial smile. “But if you let us through and escort us, then it’s not a problem, right?”
Francesco smiled back, leaning in and lowering his voice. “I have rules to follow, Viola. I can’t violate protocol just because you bat your eyelashes at me.”
“Really? Since when?” Tamara muttered, arms crossed, earning herself a glare from Francesco. “Look, Viola, I’ve got an idea. Instead of flirting with Inspector Demir, why don’t you get him to give us a statement? At least we won’t go back to the newsroom empty-handed.”
“Tamara! What are you talking about? I wasn’t flirting,” Viola protested. “And anyway, instead of talking nonsense, why don’t you prep the camera for Francesco’s statement?”
“I’m afraid I can’t give any statements until all evidence has been gathered,” Francesco said, amused.
“You’re joking, right?” Viola asked.
He shook his head. “Afraid not. Come back in about twenty minutes and I’ll see what I can say to help you with your article, okay?”
With an exasperated huff, Viola watched him walk back to his team. “Unbelievable. He kicked us out!”
Title: Plus One
Fandom: Viola come il mare
Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 500 (Ellipsus)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some during the 2nd half of S1.
Summary: Francesco is desperate to avoid the singles’ table at his cousin’s wedding, so he asks Viola to be his official plus one (and pretend they’re together).
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenges: #418 Mom + #424 Single
Crossposted + Italian version: My Journal
—
“Francesco, please.” Sonia’s voice followed him as he stepped out onto the terrace with the phone pressed to his ear. “You know how much your aunt cares about this. You can’t skip your cousin’s wedding.”
“Mom, I haven’t seen him since he moved to Catania over ten years ago!”
“Exactly! It’s the perfect chance to reconnect.”
He sighed. “Reconnect with what? And at the restaurant I’ll end up at the singles’ table, right next to screaming kids. No, thanks.”
“If that’s the only problem, then bring someone,” Sonia suggested.
“Like… who?”
“I’m sure you have plenty of options, Francesco. Bring one of your friends. Just don’t make me look bad with your aunt.”
Francesco hung up with a huff and without even saying goodbye, his jaw tight. He was already plotting an escape route when he saw Viola step onto the terrace with a magazine and sit at the table to flip through it.
Maybe he could still save himself, without offending his aunt and without embarrassing his mother.
He slipped his phone into his pocket and sat down beside her. “I need a favor,” he said bluntly.
“Oh yeah? How many points is it worth?” Viola asked, amused.
“You decide,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “My mother insists I go to my cousin’s wedding, and I don’t want to end up at the singles’ table with a bunch of screaming brats.”
Viola raised an eyebrow. “So… you’re inviting me to your cousin’s wedding and you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend in front of your entire family?”
“Please. If I end up at the kids’ table, I won’t survive.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms. “And why me? Don’t you have other… options?”
Francesco looked at her a little longer than necessary. “None I’d feel comfortable with for an entire day. Including the drive to Catania and back.”
“Oh, the wedding is in Catania?”
He nodded, tilting his head slightly. “Come on, we’re friends, right? I need your help.”
Viola bit the inside of her cheek and tapped her fingers on the table. “Well, that’s a pretty big favor. What do I get out of it?”
“Let’s say I’d owe you one. You can ask me for anything, Viola,” he said with a half‑smile.
Viola held his gaze, trying not to blush. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he confirmed, lowering his voice.
She shrugged, pretending indifference. “Don’t you think that’s a risky promise?”
“I’m an adventurous man. You know that.”
Viola sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you. But I have conditions.”
“What conditions?”
“No hand on my back. No… intense looks. No kissing. No—”
Francesco leaned forward, amused. “Why? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me if I kiss you?”
“If you kiss me, it’s not pretending anymore. And you don’t want any strings attached, right?”
Francesco laughed, and for a moment they looked at each other like two people who know exactly what game they’re playing. “Who knows. You might even change my mind.”
Fandom: Viola come il mare (Italian TV show)
Characters/Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 300 (Ellipsus)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some time during S2.
Summary: Viola and Francesco being flirty because they just can’t help it—not even on a crime scene.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenges: #420 Instead + #421 Violate [Amnesty Week]
Crossposted + Italian version: My Journal
—
The crime scene was still crawling with agents from the forensic department when Viola tried to convince an officer to let her slip under the yellow tape, flashing her Sicilia Web News badge.
Next to her, Tamara checked her watch, huffing with the weary air of someone who just wanted to get her footage and go home.
Drawn by the loud chattering, Francesco rolled his eyes and walked over with a sigh.
“Viola. You know you can’t be here.”
“Francesco. Good morning to you too,” she said, raising an eyebrow. “And for the record, it’s not like we’re here to snoop, you know? We’re working.”
“We’re working too, Viola. The forensic team is still collecting evidence.”
Viola stepped closer with a conspiratorial smile. “But if you let us through and escort us, then it’s not a problem, right?”
Francesco smiled back, leaning in and lowering his voice. “I have rules to follow, Viola. I can’t violate protocol just because you bat your eyelashes at me.”
“Really? Since when?” Tamara muttered, arms crossed, earning herself a glare from Francesco. “Look, Viola, I’ve got an idea. Instead of flirting with Inspector Demir, why don’t you get him to give us a statement? At least we won’t go back to the newsroom empty-handed.”
“Tamara! What are you talking about? I wasn’t flirting,” Viola protested. “And anyway, instead of talking nonsense, why don’t you prep the camera for Francesco’s statement?”
“I’m afraid I can’t give any statements until all evidence has been gathered,” Francesco said, amused.
“You’re joking, right?” Viola asked.
He shook his head. “Afraid not. Come back in about twenty minutes and I’ll see what I can say to help you with your article, okay?”
With an exasperated huff, Viola watched him walk back to his team. “Unbelievable. He kicked us out!”
Title: Plus One
Fandom: Viola come il mare
Pairing: Viola Vitale/Francesco Demir
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Word count: 500 (Ellipsus)
Setting/Spoilers: Set some during the 2nd half of S1.
Summary: Francesco is desperate to avoid the singles’ table at his cousin’s wedding, so he asks Viola to be his official plus one (and pretend they’re together).
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenges: #418 Mom + #424 Single
Crossposted + Italian version: My Journal
—
“Francesco, please.” Sonia’s voice followed him as he stepped out onto the terrace with the phone pressed to his ear. “You know how much your aunt cares about this. You can’t skip your cousin’s wedding.”
“Mom, I haven’t seen him since he moved to Catania over ten years ago!”
“Exactly! It’s the perfect chance to reconnect.”
He sighed. “Reconnect with what? And at the restaurant I’ll end up at the singles’ table, right next to screaming kids. No, thanks.”
“If that’s the only problem, then bring someone,” Sonia suggested.
“Like… who?”
“I’m sure you have plenty of options, Francesco. Bring one of your friends. Just don’t make me look bad with your aunt.”
Francesco hung up with a huff and without even saying goodbye, his jaw tight. He was already plotting an escape route when he saw Viola step onto the terrace with a magazine and sit at the table to flip through it.
Maybe he could still save himself, without offending his aunt and without embarrassing his mother.
He slipped his phone into his pocket and sat down beside her. “I need a favor,” he said bluntly.
“Oh yeah? How many points is it worth?” Viola asked, amused.
“You decide,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “My mother insists I go to my cousin’s wedding, and I don’t want to end up at the singles’ table with a bunch of screaming brats.”
Viola raised an eyebrow. “So… you’re inviting me to your cousin’s wedding and you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend in front of your entire family?”
“Please. If I end up at the kids’ table, I won’t survive.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms. “And why me? Don’t you have other… options?”
Francesco looked at her a little longer than necessary. “None I’d feel comfortable with for an entire day. Including the drive to Catania and back.”
“Oh, the wedding is in Catania?”
He nodded, tilting his head slightly. “Come on, we’re friends, right? I need your help.”
Viola bit the inside of her cheek and tapped her fingers on the table. “Well, that’s a pretty big favor. What do I get out of it?”
“Let’s say I’d owe you one. You can ask me for anything, Viola,” he said with a half‑smile.
Viola held his gaze, trying not to blush. “Anything?”
“Anything,” he confirmed, lowering his voice.
She shrugged, pretending indifference. “Don’t you think that’s a risky promise?”
“I’m an adventurous man. You know that.”
Viola sighed. “Fine. I’ll go with you. But I have conditions.”
“What conditions?”
“No hand on my back. No… intense looks. No kissing. No—”
Francesco leaned forward, amused. “Why? Afraid you won’t be able to resist me if I kiss you?”
“If you kiss me, it’s not pretending anymore. And you don’t want any strings attached, right?”
Francesco laughed, and for a moment they looked at each other like two people who know exactly what game they’re playing. “Who knows. You might even change my mind.”
