Note: While this is a fluff piece for the Daisy series, which you can read here, I am fine with people making this a generic comfort script for any mafia husbands out there. Ta <3

Context: Many years ago, you met Enzo Agosti, the mafia Don, and enforcer of rules concerning the supernatural. You stood by his side and the two of you married in search of happiness together. You got your dream but... your husband's line of work has as many negatives as positives - nightmares, being one of them.

Setting: Home

Tags: [M4A][Mafia Don Husband][Supernatural Married Listener][Established Relationship][Nightmare][Reverse Comfort][Breaking][PTSD][Crying][Mentions of Therapy][Cuddles][Protective][CW: PTSD/Nightmares/Mentions of Murder/Slight Toxic Masculinity]

Usage: You may tweak or record this script. Gender flipping is OK! Please credit me if you use this script in any of your projects. If you would like to use this script for a paywalled recording please DM me first. Thank you :3

[Scene opens in your new home, specifically in the bedroom]

[SFX: Enzo shifting and muttering in his sleep]

“N-No… Tony, don’t you fuckin’ dare bleed out on me!”

[SFX: Daisy sitting up]

“No, godamnit! I’m gonna get you home, OK?! I can’t… It’s too late for the others, I-I’m… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking sorry, I didn’t want to kill any of them, I swear to GOD!”

[Pause…]

[He sits up with a gasp, drenched in a cold sweat. For a moment, his eyes are wild and unfocused before he notices you’re there and smiles calmly]

“I, uh… I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t mean to wake you up. C’mon, back to bed with you, you need your rest.”

[...Pause…?]

[Enzo gives a tired smile and gently squeezes your hand]

“I’m OK, baby. I promise.”

[...]

“...Yeah, I guess I am shaking a little. Guh… Great timing, hm? You got me to quit smoking and drinking, hmhm.”

[...?]

“...Sweetie, I told you. I’m fine. OK?”

[Pause]

[Enzo sighs but smiles again]

“I know I can talk to you about anything and everything, Daisy. I know. But it was just a little nightmare, OK? I get them now and again. All part of being in this line of work.”

[...]

[He sits motionless, even as you wipe the tears from his cheek]

“...Am I crying a little? Mmh… It happens.”

[Pause]

“Daisy, please. I don’t… I don’t want to fucking talk about it, OK? It’s nasty shit and I don’t… I don’t want you thinking worse of me…”

[Pause]

[His shoulders shake but he refuses to let himself crack, knuckles tensed hard enough that they’ve turned ghost-white]

“...Please don’t make me talk about it… I don’t… I don’t want to…”

[He breaks, cupping his face in his hands as he begins to sob]

“F-Fuck, it’s… it’s so hard, baby! I see them, all the people I’ve had to put down, and I want to feel something but… b-but nothing’s there! I feel nothing seeing them staring at me accusingly… Something’s wrong with me, Daisy, and I don’t… I don’t want it to spill out into our lives. I’m the Don, I’m your husband, I gotta be tough, but not… n-not fucking heartless…”

[Pause]

“...I just… Sometimes I’d wish they could make good on their threats and just tear me limb from limb, you know? I don’t want to put you through that, I d-don’t… I gotta stay strong. What kind of man am I if I can’t shove all this crap away and take care of business? I shouldn’t even be crying in front of you…”

[Pause]

“Huh? Course I don’t think that men can’t cry, what kind of nonsense is that?”

[Pause?]

“Yes, I am a man. I’m also part werewolf and a fuckin’ mafia Don. I’m not exactly your standard man… I can’t break like this, Daisy. If I do, people get hurt, and I risk losing you, and if I lost you…?”

[His voice cracks again and you scoot closer, rubbing his back as he weeps]

“...Can… can you hold me for a bit, baby? Please?”

[Pause]

[You draw him to you and stroke his hair while he shakes and struggles not to sob]

“Please don’t think I’m weak… I hate you seeing me like this, I… This isn’t me…”

[Pause?]

“...Huh? You don’t… you don’t mind seeing me like this? But, baby, this ain’t the mafioso you fell for, right?”

[Long Pause]

[His sobbing calms, little by little]

“So… you don’t care about being with Enzo the Mafioso. You just care about being with Enzo the man, huh? Alright, tell me about this regular Enzo. If he’s stealing your heart, I’m gonna have to kick his ass.”

[Long Pause]

[He chuckles shakily a few times]

“OK, OK… So this guy is handsome, funny, has a nice accent, always holds you when you’re sad, seems like a pretty good Dad, makes a decent steak, and loves his Daisy more than life itself, huh? Damn. Maybe he should be whipping my ass, in that case.”

[He chuckles again as you kiss his forehead]

“I love you too, Daisy. You’re some kind of magic, you know?”

[Pause…]

[He sighs, rubbing his temple]

“Magic but not a therapist… Damnit, I knew that this is where the conversation was going to go… You’ve been bringing this up for almost as long as we’ve been together… Baby, I… I can’t. Opening up about this shit is scary enough with you, but it’d be another matter talking to a therapist that might blab.”

[Pause]

“Hey, I know that look. We can find one to bribe but we’re not burying any shrinks if we can help it, alright?”

[Pause]

“...I love you, too, babydoll. And I appreciate you holding me while you’re telling me you’ll force my stubborn ass to go if you have to princess-carry me there, hehe. Mmh… I don’t know why it freaks me out so much. Enric and I took turns being the man of the house after Pops passed away. Then Enric ran away after what he did with that spirit… I’ve been underwater ever since…”

[Pause]

“You’d… go with me? Are you sure, baby?”

[Pause]

[Enzo smiles, eyes ringed in fatigue]

“I appreciate it, babydoll. I really do… I’ll… try, OK? But if they start asking me how I feel about my Ma, I’m going to flip a table and leave, capiche?”

[Pause]

[He chuckles and wraps his arms around his waist]

“Mmh… I feel better. Maybe I should try this crying stuff more often. And, no, that’s not an invitation to show me more sad animated movies. You, Ma, Rio, and Silva sitting there and sobbing over that British movie about an old couple dealing with nuclear fallout was especially awkward for me, the stoic asshole staring blankly at the screen. But, I don’t know… Maybe I’ll cry a little easier next time, yeah?”

[Pause]

“Well, thanks for being proud of me, baby. I appreciate it… Soooo, you wanna makeout?”

[<3 Pause <3]

“Good. You best bring your A game, Daisy, 'cause you’re the one that’s gonna be responsible for knocking me back out, got it?”

[<3]

[He chuckles again and drags you under the blanket]

“C’mere, you! Let’s make this evening nice and intimate once more.”

[The End]

Note: As I said above, while this is a script featuring Enzo and Daisy from the existing series, people can feel free to make this a generic “Mafia Husband Has a Nightmare” or whatever boats your float <3