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Dark Baptism

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Ren, you deserve this because of doing that thing that you did for me. Thank you, my sweet. xoxoxo

Mrs. Prime Mover Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's life changing. And Ren is the best. Anything you click on written by her will instantly make your day better and leave you beyond flustered.

Oh yeah, some minor NSFW themes below. And a happy Imbolc to those who celly. Onwards!

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Okay, so awhile, awhile back……

“Come on, hustle, hustle!” Liz encouraged Alé as they squeezed through groups of excited, chattering siblings.

“Liz, we don’t need to be weird about it! It’s okay if I miss out on this sign up!” Alessandra griped as her wrist was limply strung along by her dearest friend. 

After being at the Ministry for almost a year, Alessandra had admitted she was ready to have her previous faith washed away and be born again as a Child of Lucifer. Unfortunately, these types of baptisms were held quite irregularly (as it depended on the interest from the novices). So when Alessandra had overheard Sibling Margeaux mentioning a few other newcomers gaining interest, she knew she had to jump on it. She was ready to commit her life to the Ministry, her new chosen family, and The Dark One.

Elizabet continued to drag Alé along to their destination: Primo coming hot off the pulpit. The oldest of the Emeritus brothers was coming down the steps to greet a few siblings vying for his attention after his sermon today. 

Today, Primo had preached about the upcoming Imbolc holiday; he spoke about how the weeks ahead would be addressing the proper ways to prepare, purify, and heal in this life as the first of February drew near. He closed with reminding the masses before him in the pews that the more popular holiday, Lupercalia, followed closely behind and as always the Clergy would be putting on the regular shenanigans. 

“Papa!” Liz called out, waving down Primo.

Primo gave the young women a soft smile as he motioned them in, “Sister Elizabet, Sister Alessandra, unblessed be.”

“Beautiful sermon today, Papa,” Liz beamed, Alessandra agreeing beside her. Liz grabbed Alé’s arm and nudged her to Primo, “Papa, we were hoping to catch you in regards to the upcoming unbaptisms; Alé wants in! So how does she sign up? “

“Thanks, mom,” Alé gave an unamused glare to her friend, being perfectly able to speak for herself as needed.

“Is this right, Sister Alessandra? You’re wanting to cast off your former affiliations and join us for good, eh?” Primo gave her a wink as he held out his gloved hand for her. Primo had taken a shine to this girl; he had been complimenting her addition to their sect for months now. 

Alé clung to his hand, nodding and looking deep into his mismatched eyes, “It is, Papa. I’ve already dedicated my life to Satan, but this feels right. It’s what I need to do. I’d be honored to have you absolve me of my past indoctrinations-- if there’s still room...” 

“Nonsense, Sorella, it would be my onore,” Primo beamed, his old eyes shining, “I will remember to add you to my list and Brother Garrett, who is coordinating this for us, will reach out to you with further instructions next week.”

“Thank you so much, Papa, this truly means everything to me,” Alé expressed her gratitude. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally caught sight of him: Primo’s terror of a brother. Alé could see the younger of Primo’s two attending cardinals sitting in the center pew with his legs obnoxiously stretched out and arms casually draped over the back of the bench.

Terzo was turned from her slightly, coolly chatting up a Brother of Sin he caught the attention of behind him. Terzo’s gloved fingers toyed with one of the gold buttons on his stark, black cassock laying everything he had on this poor soul. Alessandra couldn’t hear their conversation, but the playboy must have said something ridiculous because the blonde man he spoke to was doubled over, waving him off. Terzo looked beyond amused; a large cheeky grin took over his expression as he tucked a stray piece of hair back into its place. Alé couldn’t help but frown watching the disgusting display.

Alessandra quickly averted her eyes back to Primo, “Papa, it feels silly to ask, but can you promise it’ll be you performing my unbaptism? I really feel… the most comfortable with you.”

“My child, I may be getting a little aged, and I may not have many more February dips in my near future, but I can promise you unless our Dark Lord Satanas speaks against it, I shall be there to welcome you back into our arms from their lies.”

“And your cardinals can't do baptisms, is that right?" Alé pressed, looking for a little more solid confirmation. From her peripheral, she could see Cardinal Terzo motioning out the doors as he proceeded to stand and shake out his cassock. He gave a wink to the enamored Brother of Sin as he began to make his leave from the chapel. The Brother followed closely behind him. 

Primo placed his hands on Alé’s shoulders, speaking directly to her while regaining her attention, “Dolcezza, sÌ, my fratellinos are able to absolve a being from their previous religions as matured cardinals now. But, nothing would happen to make me miss out on your liberation." 

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A few weeks later…

Terzo closed his eyes as he listened to the thrum of his lover’s heart. Omega’s tail still wrapped around Terzo’s thigh, the smell of their sweat still heavy in the air. The large ghoul tipped Terzo’s chin up to gently nip at the Cardinal’s jawline, teasing his claws down Terzo's chest earning a small moan from his lover.

“Amore,” Terzo sighed breathlessly, rubbing his hands through his hair in his post-orgasmic haze, “Don't think this means I want anything to change, but I have to tell you: I probably won't be able to sit on my ass for the rest of the week… “

Omega snorted against Terzo’s hair, “Didn't hear you complaining just a little bit ago."

“No, and you won't! I'm happy, I'm just a little red. And sore. Bruised..." the smaller man lamented, arms and legs still tangled around the ashen-colored, muscled limbs of his partner. 

The ghoul continued to breath softly, a subdued purr coming from deep in his chest. He took the hand of his human lover and brushed his calloused fingers over the future Papa’s deep maroon nail polish. The Quintessential ghoul nuzzled his face against Terzo’s palm.  

Terzo closed his eyes, biting his lip as he wiggled up to lock lips with Omega. Terzo felt his skin flush as his cock weakly kicked back to life; Omega could smell the instant change as he licked his own lips. 

“On your knees, Cardinal," Omega grunted out as he began to rise above the clergyman. He felt his heavy cock start to twitch again as the animalistic urge to breed his partner rose from deep down in his gut. 

"Anything for you, caro mio,” Terzo purred, rolling himself onto his stomach and pressing up to position himself on his hands and knees before the large ghoul; his reddened ass presented to the ghoul on full display. Omega smirked at the large hand-sized welts left all over his lover. Terzo loved walking around with hickeys, bruises, marks, anything souvenirs to remind him of his lovers; Omega was always more than happy to oblige and frequently went above and beyond. Terzo dipped down to encourage Omega to grab at his hips, when he caught a fleeting glance of the alarm clock on the side table. Terzo felt a boulder drop to the pit of his stomach as all the color drained from his face. 

“Oh fuck! Cazzo, merde, ass, shit!" Terzo exclaimed as he threw himself from the bed. His leg got caught up in the expensive woven sheets as he tumbled face first into the ground, "Shitty, ass, shit! Cazzo!“

“Where in the hell do you think you're going!?" Omega growled, his nose wrinkling back as he snarled at his partner. He crawled toward the smaller man, watching as Terzo agonizingly tore through the heap of clothes they made on the floor as he tried to smooth down his tangled mess of hair. 

“Primo was feeling unwell last night and was debating if he should proceed with the ehh…  dunking activities today," Terzo quickly attempted to mime as he tried to shake the debris off his wrinkled, black slacks, "Secondo and I agreed to pick up his duties today if he was still sickly. And I was supposed to meet with them roughly 45 minutes ago to discuss who is doing what.”

Omega’s frown melted into a soft smirk, man would absolutely lose his head if it wasn't already attached. Terzo whipped on the pair of dressy, violet socks with a secret message on the bottoms that suggested the reader to go give themselves a happy ending. Terzo threw his cassock over his head and finished redoing the buttons on his chest, promising he'd make this and more up to his beloved ghoul a little later. The two shared one more passionate kiss before Terzo ran out of the bedroom, barely closing the door to Omega’s room, as he began to sprint down the hall.

“Stronzino!" A deep voice shouted from his left..

Terzo stopped dead in his tracks, spinning in his heel to face his older-ish brother, he gave Secondo a grimace and a small guilty wave, “Hi." 

“Don't you fucking ‘hi’ me. Do you know how long we foolishly waited thinking you would actually show up?"

Terzo pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head down to receive his verbal punishment; audibly sighing as Cardinal Secondo continued to berate him. 

"And now we're already late,” Secondo turned and began storming away from his younger brother, "I'll just do everything myself. Primo will deal with you later.”

"Don't be that way,” Terzo begged, trailing closely behind the balding cardinal, grabbing at his brother’s sleeve. Secondo slapped away his younger brother’s hands.

"What were you doing? Or dare I ask who?” he glowered at his brother from the corner of his eye as the two descended down the Ministry's main stairwell. 

Terzo gave his brother a guilty grin and shrugged it off, waving his delicate, gloved hand at him, "Non importa.”

“Coglione, I'm becoming awfully tired of your bullshit. You better not still be pulling this when you're acting as my Cardinal, or I swear to Lucifer-"

“Yes, yes, yes," the shorter ministry official agreed, cutting him off, “I know your feelings. I'm aware! You’ve made yourself very clear. Don't get off track. Come sta Primo?"

“Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa!"

Terzo rolled his eyes as he tried to not let his brother's crotchety mood damper his spirits. The two continued out the doors and down the path to the ministry’s private access to a body of water. Terzo patted his pockets down, lifting up his cassock to access his cognac-brown, cigarette case in his pants. He quickly opened the pouch and nudged at his brother again. Secondo whipped around to glare down at his brother, hovering nearly an entire foot over him.

“Peace offering," Terzo explained, motioning at the new import of Sicilian cigarillos he had pulled a few strings for. He wasn't above getting on his knees to get what he really wanted. 

Secondo stopped in his tracks to gently pluck a cigarette. He tossed it between his lips and cocked an eyebrow at his brother as he sarcastically mimicked a lighter. Terzo sighed as he stashed away the leather case and returned with a novelty lighter adorned with breasts. 

“In Satanas’ name… " Second began to chide, not sure whether to be proud or disappointed in his brother's taste in torches. Terzo held the open flame up for his brother to light up; he tutted his tongue as he removed the lighter and tossed it back into his pocket. 

“Don't judge how I do shit and I won't judge the piss poor life choices you make, cocca di papà," Terzo teased, before Secondo began the descent again.

Secondo stared vacantly ahead, choosing to focus on the calm water instead of the overwhelming urge to slap the shit out of his incompetent younger brother. Secondo aggressively motioned towards the water, before passing the cigarillo to Terzo, “You want to do this shit or do I have to?"

The two stood side by side in front of the small man-made lake (really a pond) made years ago; it was there before Terzo and Secondo had been relocated to this sect. Many rituals had been performed on these shores, the magickal aspects of the water used in many many spells in their youth. Many warm, summer nights had also been spent disrobed with their own respective partners in the lake. Terzo inhaled the smoke before pushing it out of his nostrils, “I don't do cold."

“As future Papa-'' Secondo began lecturing, pointing a finger between Terzo’s eyes. 

Terzo uncrossed his eyes as he batted away the finger, “Fine! Sasso, carta, forbici?"

Secondo grabbed the cigarillo back taking a few seconds to inhale, before casually flicking ash at his brother. He tossed the cigarette back between his lips as he held his hands out at the ready to win, “Bene." 

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Brother Garrett hurriedly made his way down to where the two brothers were seated side-by-side on a log near the shore. Terzo and Secondo seemed engrossed in their own discussions as they passed the small remainder of a cigarillo back and forth, murmuring to each other. 

“Cardinals?” Garrett called out, alerting them of his presence. Terzo turned over his shoulder and gave the sibling a wave, before turning back to his “older” brother and finishing his train of thought.

"I do think it would be a brilliant idea. You're just jealous you don't have the charisma to pull it off.”

“I'm warning you: neither Imperator or Nihil would find the charm in a kazoo," Secondo waved his brother off, chuckling as he rose to his feet before changing the topic, “Good morning, Brother Garrett.”

“Good morning, Cardinal Secondo, Cardinal Terzo. I was just finishing meeting with Papa to go over the last minute additions to today. It appears we have seven siblings all looking to be unbaptized today. Did we decide who will be performing their ceremonies?” Garrett cheerfully smiled at the two dark-haired men.

“Secondo lost fair and square,” Terzo teased, pleased he wouldn’t have to go into the pond. He still couldn’t help but be nosy, as he held out his hand for the clipboard nestled in Garret’s arm, “Per favore, may I see the list?”

Garrett turned to Secondo, preparing him for how the morning would pan out and going over other small, last minute details. Terzo skimmed the names of siblings, making mental ‘tick’ marks behind the ones who had accompanied him back to his quarters at one point or another. He couldn’t help but feel a tasteless sense of pride, thinking he was the reason all these siblings would want to convert to their side.

Terzo’s breath hitched as he looked at the final name written in Primo’s beautiful calligraphy, before speaking up, “Garrett, is this the final list?”

Garrett quickly nodded to Terzo before focusing back to debriefing Secondo.

Terzo continued to stare at the name before interrupting again, “Secondo, you need to trade me.”

“Sei un rompicoglioni. Stronzo, what are you going on about now? Quit interrupting!” Secondo hissed, squeezing his eyes shut asking himself silently, how they were related.

“I need you to trade me spots. I’ll do the baptisms and you can do confessional later,” Terzo hurriedly explained, excessively flailing his hands around to emphasize his point.

“I thought fair is fair?” Secondo evilly smiled at him, crossing his arms.

Terzo sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just switch with me.”

Secondo glared at Terzo, not quite sure what he was up to.

“Secondo, per favore.”

“Qualsiasi,” Secondo gave in, rolling his eyes, confused, but nonetheless thrilled he wouldn’t have to go into the water.

“Oh! Fantastico!” Terzo exclaimed, throwing his arms around his stoic brother, who stiffened at his touch, “Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato!”

Terzo couldn’t contain his enthusiasm as he planted a loud kiss on his brother’s cheek. Secondo indignantly tossed off his brother before wiping away Terzo’s black lipstick

“I’m going to go change!” Terzo yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted back towards the ministry’s ground.

“He’s going to be late…” Garrett whispered, begging Secondo to do something.

Secondo defeatedly shook his head, watching his brother fade out of view, “There’s no reasoning with that one.”

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The two brothers politely greeted the siblings on Primo’s list as they approached them at the shore. Terzo seemed to grow antsier with each sibling he welcomed, continuously searching. Terzo, the Leo he was, had changed into a stark white vest and slacks with a pale lilac, twill dress shirt underneath. His look was completed with dark Ray Bans tucked behind his ears and bare feet with his manicured toenails painted fuschia.

“What are you looking for?” Secondo grumbled, annoyed with his brother’s lack of attention span.

“No one, I’m just eager to get this over with,” Terzo lied, shutting out his brother’s nagging. He began to check his pockets, removing his sunglasses, lighter, and smokes for safekeeping with Secondo.

Ten minutes into the allotted start time, she appeared to him. She was a vision in her white, lace-trimmed gown and her dark curls bouncing wildly. Her friend was close on her trail as the two women continued at break-neck speed to the meeting spot.

Terzo felt the world slow down and the only soundtrack was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Sister Alessandra was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in his life. Her strong, well-vocalized disdain for Terzo only made him want her more.

“Oh, ho, ho! Look who showed up!” Terzo gave her a disgustingly excited smile as he opened his arms for her. He could see her winded expression drop flat off her face as she stared at him in shock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Alé hissed quietly to Liz as they slowly walked to Secondo’s side, away from Terzo. Alé brushed her fingers through her hair as she began to weave her locks into a braid, so it’d be a little more manageable in the water.

As Brother Garrett began to welcome the group and explain how the morning was going to go, Terzo, not one to shy away from awkward situations (or at least giving an attempt to make them even more uncomfortable for the other party), casually walked to the other side of his brother to stand by Alé. He gave her another warm smile and a wink as he nodded his head to her, “Sister Alessandra.”

“Cardinal.”

“How are yo--”

“Where is Primo?” Alé cut him off, not wanting to waste any energy on this trash.

“He’s fallen sick,” Terzo answered her, trying not to dwell on his own hurt feelings, “He’s starting to feel better, but there’s no way we will allow him to do anything outside; especially in this swamp. So Cardinal Secondo and I were called in as replacements to basically Ghostbust the Christ out of you all.”

Alessandra turned her back to Terzo and dug her nails into Liz’s arm, she lowered her voice so Terzo wouldn’t eavesdrop, “I’m not doing this.”

“Oh come on!” Liz groaned, “Just get it over with! You said something in your gut told you to do this, so what does it matter who does it?!”

“I know, but I already feel off about this and I’m not letting him touch me.”

Terzo leaned over to the two ladies angrily whispering at each other and also added in a hushed tone, “I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you think.”

“I do not need your input; also quit spying on me!” Alé hissed back at him, “How do I request Cardinal Secondo to perform my unbaptism?”

“You don’t,” Terzo sneered at her, “We already rock, paper, scissored it. Decision is final, Sorella. And clearly I came out on top.”

He gave her another toothy smile as his eyes took her in from head to toe. Alessandra wanted to puke in her mouth. This man was such a waste of her time. The more she learned about him, the more confident she was in her analysis: he was a slut and a moron.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Alé glared at him, crossing her arms, and attempting to shut him out.

Terzo chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back, “Denial is not just a river in--”

“--and Cardinal Terzo, with that, we’re ready when you are,” Brother Garrett interrupted the future Papa with an oblivious smile.

Terzo masked his annoyance and gave Alessandra another wink, “We shall continue this. See you in a minute, dolce.”

Alé felt her stomach churn as she watched the walking headache give the rest of the group a big smile as he took the hand of the first sibling and escorted them out into the chilly water. 

She should have run.

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All the other six siblings that had chosen to be religiously freed today had beautiful, private unbaptisms with the future Papa. One-by-one, Terzo had taken them out into the frigid pond and released them from their prior torment in such an intimate ceremony. No one could hear his words from the shores; odd for the usually boisterous man. 

From watching his face, you could tell he was taking this very seriously. Alessandra had thought a few times she saw him tear up as the sibling thanked him profusely after he had drenched them. Maybe she had judged him too harshly at their first encounter. He may have a few general character flaws, but seeing him like this had Alé reconsidering a lot. Plus he did look even more handsome in white. The classic dark eye makeup around his eyes, his upper lip crispy painted black, framed by his shaggy locks, Alé’s eyes darted to the floor as she noticed Terzo watching her and giving her a mischievous smile. 

“Pronta, Sorella?” Cardinal Terzo held out his hand for her, still grinning. His crisp white slacks were beyond waterlogged and his purple boxers could be seen from miles away. He might as well not even be wearing pants. Alé’s eyes dropped to his chest; a delicate golden Grucifix peered out from his unbuttoned cotton shirt. She felt her breath hitch as she finally took in his chest hair; her eyes began to wander again along his exposed arms, swearing she could see tattoo ink coming from under the cuffs of his shirt. As outgoing as Terzo was, he did keep his own life rather private. Other than the ongoing rumors of how well-endowed he was and his unmatchable stamina, Alé realized she hadn’t heard much else about this mysterious, cocky bastard. As far as she was concerned, his only hobbies were cream pies and sucking dick in the confession booths. 

Alé frowned and hesitated before going against her gut and taking the man’s hand. He was surprisingly warm, despite his damp hand. She almost considered moving closer to steal more of his body heat. Terzo gave her a gentle, comforting squeeze as they began to head deeper into the water. 

“It’s actually quite cold… I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” Alé spoke softly, making nervous, but polite conversation with the religious figure head.

“Eh. Cold yes; only thing I have to gripe about right now is the fantastic shrinkage I’m experiencing right now. Just don’t look down too long for it, I promise I do have a lot more going on than what you can see,” Terzo rambled on, trying not to chuckle at the horrified look on Alé’s face.

“You’re a pig,” Alé gasped, halting in her steps, stopping Terzo with her. She shook her hand to free herself from his touch, as if he were a disease, “I don't think I want to do this anymore." 

“Oh, come now,” Terzo chided, trying to gently encourage her onwards, “I was merely teasing, Sorella! I’ll tone it down.”

“I cannot believe that out of all the Ministry officials who could be doing this, I’m stuck here with you!” Alessandra glared at him, starting to lose her patience. The freezing water was doing no favors.

“Stuck with me?!” Terzo feigned horror, “You should be so lucky, Sorella!”

“Can we just get this over with?” Alé crossed her arms. She shouldn’t have let Liz talk her into doing this with the younger cardinal. She should have waited for Primo. She should have ran screaming as soon as she saw Terzo’s devilish smirk, “I thought this day was going to be a lot more meaningful, but this is clearly just a joke to you. I bet you’re going to dazzle them as Papa.”

“Huh.. I apologize, I took this maybe too far; we can fix this,” Terzo spoke a little more seriously than what Alessandra was expecting from him, “Pronta?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” Alé affirmatively nodded her head, glad he seemed to have moved onto business, still weary he might pull something again. She couldn't let her guard down around him. 

Terzo gently cleared his throat before speaking so only the two of them could hear, “Welcome, Sister Alessandra. Today, you and I gather to embark on a journey of healing from the wounds of a religious trauma. The undoing of a dedication to a religion you did not consent to. A reversal of spiritual decisions you made without clarity, reclaiming your personal power and finding solace within. Are you ready to proceed? “Yes,” Alé whispered in a hushed tone, finding herself unable to look away from his gaze; she let her arms uncross and fall to her sides.

“This act represents the release of the harmful teachings and reclamation of your own truth. Release the pain and wounds caused by religious trauma. Reclaim your power and define your own path. You are no longer bound by the chains of religious trauma. Embrace your strength, reliance, and the beauty of your unique journey,” Terzo prayed over her.

The butterflies in Alessandra’s stomach were out of control. Her heart was racing. She wanted to get closer to him. She could hear each purposeful breath he took between sentences. She could see his pupils dilate wide as he made unwavering eye contact with her; unable to look away from his Satan-given eye. She could smell his cologne overwhelming her senses. She felt her heart skip a few beats as she reached out for the dark clergyman and he firmly grasped her hand in return. With the warmth and energy that surged between them as they entwined their fingers, she could have sworn there were electrical currents in the tiny pond.

“Sister Alessandra, take a moment to reflect on your newfound freedom and the inner strength that resides within you. Today, we have taken a significant step towards healing from your religious trauma. As you move forward, remember,” Terzo paused for a second, finding himself unable to look anywhere but into her hazel eyes. He tried to shake himself from his trance as he continued, softening his tone, taking time to enunciate his words, “You are deserving of love, acceptance, and the freedom to shape your own path. May this ritual serve as a reminder of your own resilience and the power of reclaiming your own truth!” 

Alessandra looked deeply into his eyes as they shared a soft smile. It was only them in the world at that moment. A shepherd and his newly found lamb. Alé leaned into Terzo as he respectfully wrapped his arm around her waist, she felt at ease letting him handle her so intimately. 

“All bonds of servitude have been broken. Power and agency have been restored. Thyself is thy master. Hail Satan!” Terzo grinned as he felt Alé’s suddenly shoulders sag and a heavy, invisible burden seemed to remove itself from her. She stared at him wordlessly, seemingly hypnotized. Terzo cleared his throat, “You ready for a dip, sis?”

“No funny business,” Alessandra whispered, eyes pleading to him. She couldn’t help but look at his soft lips, failing to use every ounce of strength inside her to avoid thinking about kissing him.

“None,” Terzo crossed his heart, “Unless you have also felt the encouragement from The Dark One here with us and are also so inclined for another kiss…”

Alessandra stiffened against his touch, shaking herself out of this trance. What the actual hell was wrong with this man? And how was he also feeling this!? Did this lech hex her!? Alessandra shoved his arm off from around her waist as she stabbed a threatening finger into his chest, “I promise, I will drown you here in front of your family and followers. Don’t tempt me. Keep your hands off me.”

“You keep saying that, but how am I supposed to complete your upbaptism if I can’t touch you?” Terzo grinned cheekily, cocking his weight to one hip, as he laughed at her.

Alé huffed and rubbed her face in annoyance, “You are so unbelievably annoying.”

“Signora, I am a man of the cloth, I have a little more restraint than you seem to give me credit for!”

“Oh because the bullshit you pulled at Yule was you showing restraint?!” she scoffed, hesitant to go back to the dark-haired man.

Ave Satanas. What a spitfire, he thought to himself. Terzo itched at his chin before offering Alé his hand again, losing patience, freezing to the bone, and wishing to just get this over with. Alessandra took his hand and walked into his embrace again as she let him begin to gently lower her backwards into the water. One arm still around her waist and the other firmly clasped to hers, with her hands clinging to him for dear life. 

Terzo paused as he looked down at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her full lips and dark, feathered eyelashes. Her gorgeous raven hair tied off to the side in an extravagant braid as the February sun bounced off the gold flecks in her eyes. He should have stopped there, but his eyes couldn’t stop wandering as he craned to peer through the white cotton gown at her ample bosom.

Alessandra had been transfixed in his green and white gaze; she found herself lost, yet so comforted. Something about him seemed to call to her. As she blinked, she noticed he had broken eye contact and was obviously staring at her breasts.

“So tell me, Cardinal,” Alé interrupted his x-ray advances before continuing her wicked thought, “That night I rejected you… did you have to go home empty handed? Or did Omega take pity on you as he always does and take you to bed like the whore you are?”

Terzo’s eyes widened, not believing what he just heard. I think I might be in love with this woman. He had been halfway to dipping her in the water, the ends of her hair barely submerged, when he quickly released his grasp on her. Alessandra crashed back into the icy water with a shriek. She gasped for air as she tried to find her balance, stumbling again over a sunken log and falling into the water again.

Terzo’s mind buzzed with white static as couldn’t help but feel slightly childish for what he had done. He pushed air out of his mouth before working up the courage to hold out his hand to her, “Sorella, I’m so sorry. My hands slipped!”

Alé’s assessment was confirmed: he was a slut, a moron, and a liar. She hesitated before taking his hand, second guessing her actions. Terzo gave her one quick apologetic smile before she yanked his arm past her, causing Terzo to lose his balance and also fall face-first into the lake.

Terzo pulled his head up from under the water, sputtering and shaking his hair like a dog. He blew a string of snot out of his nose before looking back at the fiery woman, he absentmindedly checked his ear piercings and fixed the chained Grucifix that hung from his left lobe. He sighed and found himself drawn to the damp, furious goddess next to him. 

“Alright. Fair is fair, sister. I apologize for accidentally dropping you,” Terzo managed to pull himself back up, laughing as he held out his palms to her in an effort for peace, “No funny business. Serio.”

“I cannot believe this," Alé murmured to herself as she saw Cardinal Secondo angrily waving them down from the shore with a furious expression on his face.

“Cardinal!" Secondo shouted in a very stormy tone, “Have you lost your mind!?"

Terzo began to scoff before being cut off by his brother again.

“Quit flirting with each other. It's freezing, everyone else is trying to go inside, you've prolonged this enough," Secondo seethed. 

“We are not flirting!” Terzo and Alé balked, loudly talking over each other to try and explain their actions.

“I don't care! Terzo, help the sister up and finish your job."

Terzo noisily sighed as he turned to Alessandra, “At least we knocked the Jesus out of you, eh, Sorella? “

He bowed forward to take her hand to help her out of the lake. Alé slapped his outstretched palm away, “I am perfectly capable of managing myself. Now did you successfully unbaptize me or are you still just fucking around?”

As Terzo opened his mouth armed with a sarcastic comment, his eyes drifted to her heaving chest as she lifted herself back upright from the water. Her large breasts were drenched, white gown clinging to them leaving very little to the imagination. Terzo felt his jaw slacken a little wider. 

Cazzo. I think I am in love, echoing in his brain. He suddenly became hyper aware of his erection pressing through his wet bottoms. He slowly began to wade backwards into deeper water, waving Alessandra towards the shore, “Eh, go on ahead, Sister. We’re all good here.”

Alessandra’s jaw dropped, did he have a boner!? This couldn’t have gone any worse. Her gown dragged against her in the water as she tried to jog back onto land. Liz had a towel opened wide and quickly embraced Alé in a bear hug.

“I need a drink,” Alé uttered from inside the towel, begging to forget this entire experience.

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Shortly after, the crowd had begun to disperse leaving the Cardinals by themselves. Secondo stared wordlessly at his younger brother as Terzo trudged up from the lake, readjusting his cock in his trousers. His eye paint was smeared down his cheeks and soaked from head to toe, but he sported the biggest shit eating grin on his messy face.

“Primo is going to rip you apart for this one, fratellino,” Secondo shook his head, arms still crossed over his chest, “Is that why you chose to punish her? Because Primo has taken to her and she wants absolutely nothing to do with you? Are you are feeling jealous?”

Terzo shrugged noncommittally, still smiling as he threw a towel over his head, “I did what I had to.”

“I hope it was worth it.”

Terzo nodded, drying off his face, “Absolutamente. Now, if you don’t mind, I left a rather large ghoul alone in a bed and I think it’s high time I go see to him.”

“I’m keeping these as emotional reimbursement for you making me hear that,” Secondo crossly replied, wagging the case of cigars and busty lighter at him.

Terzo chuckled as he walked past his brother, “Fair is fair, fratello.”

Translations: 

Onore -- Honor

Non importa -- It does not matter.

Come sta Primo? -- How is Primo?

Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa! -- He could be dead for all you care!

Cocca di papà -- Apple of Father's eye, Daddy’s girl

Sasso, carta, forbici? -- Rock, paper, scissors?

Sei un rompicoglioni -- You're a pain in the ass

Qualsiasi -- Whatever

Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato! -- Thank you so much! I’m delighted/thrilled!

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Here is a new fic commission just in time for Christmas with a few more to come!!!!

Starting things off with some Terzo and Alessandra from my fic Tied as One Eternally for the lovely @captaingrebelguf!!!

Merry Christmas my love and I hope you all enjoy!

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That Night Under the Mistletoe

During the Annual Yule Ball, Cardinal Terzo Emeritus spends the night listless until he sees Alessandra, one of the new Sisters of Sin.

If you have not read the fic this is a sequel for, please start there from the link above. Also available HERE on AO3!

Read more below the cut!

It was a long time ago now. A time when the champagne bubbles danced within glasses and the joyous music hummed blissfully in the air. The winter solstice celebrations were nearing their end and it was the Ministry's annual Yule Ball. Each of the siblings and ghouls, merry and gluttonous, as Lucifer intended. All the while truly appreciating the abundance that his dark grace had bestowed upon them during the year. 

Cardinal Terzo sat at the front table of the Hall. Positioned alongside his most trusted ghoul, Omega, and trying desperately to drown out the sound of Secondo gloating. His brother, insistent on droning on and on that he soon would become Papa. Terzo did his best to ignore him, mindlessly tracing his fingers along the edge of his glass and letting out a sigh. Wondering to himself if he was to be Omega again or if he would spend the evening alone.

He found himself scanning the room. Unable to appreciate the bright lights and happy faces. The beautiful decorations and whimsical party before him. Feeling empty as the night carried on. Just as he resolved himself to an early turn in, he saw her. The mysterious and willful Alessandra. A newer Sister of Sin from the most recent group of novitiates. She was surrounded by the rest of the crowd, yet somehow seemed as if she were by herself. The rest of them, only a blur with her silhouette against the bright lights—calling to him.  

She was breathtaking in a short, golden liquid knit dress. Dripping in sparkle and cinched at her waist. Her long dark curls, bouncing with each step and every curve on display. Smiling brightly as she worked the room with ease. The Cardinal was instantly smitten.

“Something on your mind.” Omega asked, nudging Terzo out of his thoughts. Noticing that he was obviously distracted. 

“Just admiring the view.” he mused, Omega following his line of sight to the sister. Rolling his eyes and twitching his tail in response. Terzo was intrigued by her, adjusting himself in his seat as he was visibly happy to see her. 

“If you’re so interested”, the ghoul jabbed, taking note of the visible swelling in Terzo’s pants, “why don't you go talk to her?” 

“You know what? That sounds like a great idea.” Terzo smirked, rising from his chair and practically hopping over the table to go greet her. Primo watched, glancing over to Omega and shaking his head. Secondo, only now stopping his monologue as Terzo took off across the room. 

“Where’s he off to?” he asked, having been completely aloof. Primo placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Giving him a look that implied they both knew where he was going and why. 

“He’s trying to find himself a good time...but I have a feeling it’s not going to go well.” Primo sighed, Secondo nodding and returning to his rambling. 

By the time he reached her, she was by the entryway doors. Ready to leave for the night and return to the solitude of her room. Just as Alé set foot on the threshold, Terzo brought himself between her and the exit. His abruptness was jarring, catching her off guard.

“Oh…I’m sorry Cardinal.” she responded, minding her manners. Knowing all too well that his intrusion in her space was anything accidental. Still, she would be expected to show respect with him as a member of the high clergy.

“No…no sorella. I apologize for startling you. You see I had noticed you from across the room and well I couldn’t help but come over to say hello.” he responded. The famous Emeritus charm oozing from every pore. His smile, mischievous like the Cheshire cat’s grin. Alessandra immediately recognized he was up to no good, but it didn’t help that he was also so incredibly handsome.  

She had been made well aware of him. The Cardinal’s reputation was one of legend within not only the Abbey but the whole of the Ministry. A man whose ability to charm someone out of their pants, was matched only by his proclivity to hop from one person to the next. Seemingly allergic to commitment, but somehow so convincing that he had been able to have his pick of anyone, siblings of sin and ghouls alike. 

Terzo, known for having a string of broken hearts in his wake. It was for that very reason Alessandra had been actively avoiding him. Unsure if her resolve would be enough to prevent her from suffering the same fate. Despite that, now they were face to face and there was nowhere to escape. His mismatched eyes, captivating as they stared deeply into hers. 

“Well now that you have, I’m sorry but I think I should go. I think I may have had a bit too much champagne.” she laughed nervously, hoping that her excuse would be enough for him to let it go. It was true, he was hard to resist even for someone as levelheaded and firm as her. Terzo smiled, closing the space between them. Coming closer and closer, forcing Alessandra to back up against the door frame. Trying her best to avoid the press of his body against her. 

“No need to be shy, sorella.” he said, glancing upward and noting the fortuitous placement of mistletoe. Alessandra looked up, her heart beating fast within her chest as she too caught sight of it. “Would you do your Cardinal the honor of a small kiss…we are under the mistletoe after all.” he reasoned.

His eyes had turned soft, unlike the lecherous gaze she had expected of him. What a clever disguise , Alé thought to herself. He was a notorious playboy, and she knew no matter how innocent and sweet those eyes looked now, succumbing to them meant she’d end up a notch on his belt and a story shared with the ghouls. But they were oh so enticing, Alé forced herself to divert her eyes, only worsening the situation when she found herself staring down at his pouty lips. Despite her better judgment, she began to cave. Closing her eyes before him. 

“Just this once.” she whispered, waiting for the press of his lips against hers. Terzo quickly grabbed hold of her hips and tried to kiss her. Unable to hold himself back from his passionate and lustful desires. His hands filled with the curves of Alessandra’s rear end just before a swift smack to the face. 

“You bastard!” she barked, eyes wide open and jaw clenched in anger. How dare he try to man handle me like that , she thought to herself. Steaming hot inside as Terzo’s arrogance once again had gotten the better of him.

“Aww come on sorella, don’t be like that.” he whined. Watching Alessandra’s face flush red. Doing everything in her power to restrain herself from slapping him again.  

“Get bent, you letch.” she snapped, shoving past him and heading down the main hall, towards the siblings’ wing. Terzo stood in the doorway. His hand held gently against the tender flesh of his cheek. The sting of Alé’s touch, still burning there.  

“Struck out?” laughed Omega as he approached. Relishing the humor of such a rare sight to see. 

“Seems that way, but you never know.” he winked as the two of them watched Alessandra disappear up the stairs. 

------------------Many years later…-------------------------------

The lights were tickling quietly on the Yule tree. Terzo, mesmerized by them as the memory of that night lingered on his thoughts. Though it had been many years, there were times when it felt like just yesterday—just the two of them beneath the mistletoe. Things have changed so much since then.

This year they had declined attending the Yule party. Choosing instead to enjoy the soft echoes of celebrations in the distance as their little family got nestled in for the night. It was hours ago when their oldest children, Mena and Dante had fallen asleep. Snuggled up against their father after a long day of wreaking havoc, as small children often do. Terzo and Alessandra’s newborn daughter, Luciana, too was slumbering away peacefully in her mother’s arms. 

Alessandra inhaled deeply. Enjoying the quiet moment shared between them, and the scent of pine that filled the air, when she noticed Terzo smiling beside her. Watching the lights on the tree. “What are you thinking about?” she asked him, resting her head on his shoulder while they listened to the cracking of the warm fire beside them in the Papal suite. 

“I was remembering that first Yule after you arrived.”

“Oh?” Alé laughed, remembering all too well how things had played out that night. “Yeah…that seems like a dream now, doesn't it?” she asked him. Both of them, watching little Luci wiggling around in her swaddle.  

“What we have now, is the dream.” he smirked, Alessandra perking up an eyebrow at him.

“You were something else then and you’re something else now.” she chuckled to herself, completely amused by his cheesy and yet still very romantic charm. Even after all this time. 

“Who knows what could have been had you only kissed me then, that night under the mistletoe.” 

“Hmm…” Alé hummed before kissing her husband. Both of them, careful not to wake the kids, “Guess we’ll never know.”

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Only weeks before their second child is born, Terzo and his Prime Mover Alessandra decide to help one another relax.

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Nightmares

Alrighty. Finally had some time to myself today and felt a little creative. So, I decided to dabble a little with @copiousloverofcopia 's characters. Again.

Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Or read literally anything she makes. It's a delight. <3

Enjoy.

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“Papaaaaaa,” a soft voice whispered into the pitch black Papal suite. The moonless night poured into the dark room through the gap of the curtains.

The voice spoke out a little louder, but still in the same hushed tone, “Papaaaaaaaaaa.”

Terzo shot up from his pillows with a start. He jumped again once he saw the outline of a small figure, launching himself back into his sleeping Prime Mover. He gaped at the shadow and clutched his chest, “Cazzo empio!”

“Terzo, what the fuck are you doing!?” Alessandra startled awake, pushing herself up as quickly as she could and flipped on the light on her bedside table. She held a protective hand over her belly as she squinted her eyes to see their young daughter come into view. Mena’s eyes were red-rimmed as she sniffled at the side of her father’s bed. Her dark curls were a mess as always as she looked into her father’s eyes; her lower lip began quivering again as the tears started to descend.

“Satanas!” Terzo exclaimed as he quickly moved to sweep the child into his embrace. He pulled their firstborn into his lap and embraced her tightly, whispering comforting words to her. Mena wrapped her small arms around her father’s torso as she continued to bawl. Terzo felt his heart breaking as he felt her warm tears against his chest. 

After a few moments, Mena began to quiet down, her sobs turning into small hiccups. Alé rubbed their daughter’s back as she continued to cling to her father. Terzo proceeded to take deep, calming breaths to try and have his daughter mimic the action.

“Filomena, cosa c'è che non va?” Terzo murmured against his daughter’s hair, he gently rocked her side to side, kissing the crown of her head.

Mena began to open her mouth before letting out another gasping sob as she pressed herself tighter into her father’s arms. 

“What happened, bambina?” Terzo asked again, attempting to pull her off him, craning his neck to look down into her tear-filled eyes. 

“I had a nightmare,” Mena choked out, still weeping into her father’s chest.

“Oh, Mena,” Alé hummed, rubbing circles on her back.

Terzo clicked his tongue and gave Alessandra an empathetic look, he sighed and lifted his daughter’s chin to meet her gaze, “Everything is okay now, piccola. It was only a nightmare and nothing can hurt you now.”

“It wasn’t hurting me!” Mena insisted, looking very seriously into her father’s mismatched eyes.

“What do you mean, bambina?”

“We were down in the yard  and then we found Zio Primo, Zio Secondo, and Zio Copia laying down and they weren’t moving and they all looked hurt. Then it started raining really hard and there was lightning and thunder and we were all running away; you, me, Mama, Dante, and Luci. Then the sky opened up and a monster came down from the clouds with a big sword. It was so dark and we couldn’t see anything anymore and we were so scared, Papa. You got in front of all of us to protect us from the monster and then the monster cut your head off with the knife and you died,” Mena sobbed uncontrollably. 

Terzo stared in absolute horror at his daughter as she continued to weep. He slowly looked over at Alessandra as he mouthed, ‘what the fuck?’ 

Alé pressed her flattened palm to her lips to hide her smirk. She continued to try and soothe their upset child, “Mena, it was a bad dream. All your zios are fine. Your Papa is perfectly fine, he’s right here, see?”

Terzo still had an alarmed look on his face as Alé looked back up to him as she lowered her voice so only Terzo could hear, “And he still has his head. Unfortunately.”

Terzo’s brow furrowed as he stared at her wife with repugnance in his eyes. He pursed his lips as he continued to sway with Mena in his arms, “I’m right here, Mena. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

“You can’t die,” Mena begged her father.

“I’m not planning on it,” Terzo affirmed, “And even then, many, many, many years from now, when I do die, I’ll come back as a ghost. And then even as a ghost, I’ll never leave you. I will always be with you, Mena. At least I think so.”

Their daughter seemed to accept that answer before burying her face back against Terzo’s frame. Alé stroked Mena’s hair as their oldest child’s eyelids began to droop. Mena let out a few more whimpers before she finally went back to sleep in Terzo’s arms. Terzo looked down at his child, making sure she was asleep. 

“She’s asleep,” Alé confirmed to Terzo. Terzo nodded and took a few moments of silence.

“Alessandra, what the fuck was that?!” Terzo quietly shouted.

“Terz, it was just a dream,” Alé chuckled, rolling her eyes at her husband, “You know she has an overactive imagination. She is your daughter, you know.”

“Who the hell is speaking to my bambinos about chopping off heads!?” Terzo sputtered, “Especially my head!? And then my fratellos? What the hell is that about!?”

“You sure it isn’t just the tasteful wall decor all around the Ministry? The tapestries with people being stabbed? Hearts ripped out? People being eaten? And the blood. So much blood.”

“I mean…”

“Go to put Mena back to bed and then you go back to bed,” Alé mumbled, struggling to roll herself back over to her side with her back facing Terzo.

“Alé, I know it’s late…. but what if Mena has powers…”

“Terzo. No. Go the fuck to sleep,” Alessandra scolded him without turning to face him.

Terzo paused for a second longer staring down at his sleeping child’s sweet face. He could only hope his wife was wrong and their beautiful child wasn’t some harbinger of death. He smiled gently at his daughter and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Even if she was being given visions of a nightmarish apocalypse, he couldn’t help but feel pride that it would happen to his daughter. He shifted Mena over his shoulder and walked her back to her own bedroom, where she would have peaceful dreams the rest of the night.

Translations:

Cazzo empio!-- Unholy fuck!

Cosa c'è che non va?-- What’s wrong?

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[captaingrebelguf]

Bedtime

Well now that @copiousloverofcopia outted me, I figured I would share my rambles based on her depiction of Terzo and his Prime Mover (so my selfish ass can see them all in one place).

All credit goes to this one ➡ @copiousloverofcopia ⬅️ She's lovely and I think the world of her.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Anyway.

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Terzo paused in the hallway of the Ministry, gently letting his head loll back. He was fighting against his sleep-deprived mind, but his eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier. He’d been searching for his firstborn and older brother for the past 10 minutes, walking aimlessly up and down the halls searching for them. When Primo had offered to watch Mena for a few hours and give the new parents a break from their daughter, he thought the older man would grow weary of her and return her at some point. Once it started to grow late, Alé had to remind Terzo they were missing a family member and ordered he go track her down while she fed their son.

It’d been three weeks since Dante joined their family, and while Terzo was absolutely smitten with him, he was beyond exhausted. He admired how easily his Prime Mover was adapting to these changes and remaining so graceful. Terzo on the other hand felt like he was losing his mind. The family of four had been trying to get back into some sort of routine: making sure Alé was getting the help she needed with their son, trying to keep Mena busy and involved as a new big sister, and Terzo failing miserably at his papal duties. He was thankful his brothers made no qualms about picking up his slack; including babysitting his daughter.

Terzo shook his head to wake himself up and continued on with his quest. After no success checking a few more rooms, he finally passed by the dimly-lit living room and halted his step. He spun on his heel and stuck his head through the door frame, sighing at his brother and daughter huddled over the coffee table with tiny packets scattered all about. 

“Come along, tesoro,” Terzo groaned, holding out his hand for Mena, “We need to get you into bed before Mama starts looking for the both of us.”

“No! Zio said I could help!” Mena insisted, crossing her arms and kicking the side of the couch with her bare feet, ready for a fight. Primo’s lips thinned into a tight line as he tossed an apologetic glance at his younger brother and placed a gentle hand on the toddler’s feet to cease the kicking. Terzo let out a sigh and gave his brother an exasperated, pleading look. Primo couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such dark circles under his brother’s eyes . 

“I believe we let time get away from us a little, wouldn’t you agree, donnina?” Primo asked his niece. Mena, obviously starting to learn from her father’s dramatics, crossed her arms tighter and turned away from the two men.

“No!” she argued, “I want to help Zio!”

Terzo closed his eyes before Primo could see the twitch in his eye develop, accepting defeat against his child. He entered the room and sat down in the high-backed armchair near the crackling fireplace. He rested his eyelids and sunk into the cushion, resigning himself to be found by his wife; even if it may come with some not-so-gentle scolding.

“Come stai, fratellino?” Primo questioned as he handed Mena a packet of heirloom cucumber seeds. Mena uncrossed her arms and hugged the seed packet to her heart, beaming up at her doting uncle as he returned the warm smile. 

“Sono morto dentro,” Terzo replied in a low tone, rotating his face towards the warmth. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore his brother’s blatant efforts to absolutely spoil his child.

“Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti,” Primo warned, continuing to sort through his seed packets, making mental notes as he prepared for next spring’s growing season. Mena watched her uncle move around the tempting parcels, as she grasped out her small hand for an additional seed packet, babbling away to no one in particular.

“Mai,” Terzo scoffed, crossing his legs and giving into his exhaustion.

“Terzo Emeritus!” Alessandra chided from the doorway, holding a wiggling Dante in her arms. Her dark locks up in a messy bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and her robe stained with a hint of dried spit-up; yet still exuding the same confidence (and irritation at her husband) she always had.

Terzo shot forward from his chair like a deer in some headlights. He clutched his chest as his lover stared daggers at him, “Alé, cara mia, I swear we were coming right up!”

Mena haphazardly launched herself off the couch towards her mother, Primo holding his hands up behind her to catch her from landing on the coffee table. Mena scurried towards her mother, raising her hands up to her brother, “Hi, Dante! Hi Mama!”

Alé moved their son into the crook of her left arm as she took her free hand to stroke her daughter’s hair, pulling into a hug, “Mena, help me get your Papa to bed. He clearly needs his sleep.”

Terzo defeatedly sighed and held his hands out towards his wife, motioning towards their son. Alé took Mena’s hand and shuffled her way to Terzo. Alessandra dipped down to allow Terzo to remove Dante from her arm. He placed Dante on his chest and kissed the crown of his head. Despite the new challenges, he couldn’t be happier. Motherhood suited his beautiful Prime Mover perfectly, he hoped he was doing enough to have her see the same in him.

“Don’t cook the baby,” Alé teased, pulling Mena up to her hip. A small smile tugged on his face as he soothingly rubbed Dante’s back. Ale took her free hand and ran her fingers through Terzo’s mane, “Seriously, bed time.”

Mena buried her tiny face into her mother’s chest and yawned, “Mama, I helped Zio.”

Primo began to rise, having reached a good ending point for the evening, “And what an incredible helper she was. Good conversation, too.”

“Thank you, Primo. I really am so grateful to have you here to help,” Alé gently swayed, trying to settle Mena. She gave Primo a genuine, soft smile. She felt so much more at ease knowing her children had him as a role model in their lives. 

Primo smiled and placed a hand on Mena’s back, “Always a pleasure. Anything for my nipoti. Fratellino, vai a letto.”

Primo gave Alessandra’s arm a gentle squeeze and wished sweet dreams to his niece and nephew. As he began to exit, he shot another stern glance at his brother. One Terzo remembered as a ‘get your ass in gear or else’ look from his childhood. With that, Primo silently glided out of the room and down the hall to his own quarters.

Terzo sighed and lifted himself off the armchair. He rolled his neck about, as a yawn escaped his lips. He shifted Dante from his chest into his arms, the infant stirred for a second before closing his eyes again and falling back to sleep. Terzo teasingly bumped his hip against Alé’s, gazing at the two beautiful children they created, “Pronta, sorella?”

“Sì, Papa,” Alessandra rolled her eyes. She turned to exit the room, cradling a sleeping Mena to her chest, with Terzo and Dante following closely behind. The family of four made their way down the dim halls of the Ministry, passing by a few ghouls seemingly being afflicted by night zoomies. The ghouls skittered about, greeting their Papa and his family before sprinting down the hall, poorly hiding a can of whipped cream they snagged from the fridge.

“We’re going to need more arms,” Terzo lamented as he opened the door to their wing. He motioned for Alessandra to enter first. 

“More arms for what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Alé headed into Mena’s room with Terzo trailing behind her.

“When we have six of these things running around falling asleep all over the Abbey, we’re going to need more arms,” he replied nonchalantly. 

“HA!” Alé belted as she lowered Mena into her bed, causing Dante to start to fuss. Terzo began swaying side-to-side, trying to get the child to fall back asleep, giving Alé a cheeky smile. Alé tucked the blankets around their firstborn and kissed her forehead.

Terzo kneeled down beside his daughter’s bed and kissed her forehead, “Dormi bene, mio ​​tesoro.”

Alé rested her head against Terzo’s shoulder as they watched their daughter sleep, “I think we’re doing pretty OK.”

“Sì, sì,” Terzo nodded his head. He nuzzled his face into his Prime Mover’s neck, gently nipping her jawline, “Now, what do you say we get this one to his own bed and start working on number three?”

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this: you’re never touching me again,” she scoffed, standing up and walking out to go collapse in their king-sized bed.

Terzo sighed defeatedly as he looked down at Dante’s sleeping face, “Prometto, your Mama is actually crazy about me.”

Translations:

Tesoro -- Treasure

Zio -- Uncle

Donnina -- Little woman

Come stai, fratellino? -- How are you doing, little brother?

Sono morto dentro. -- I am dead inside.

Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti. -- I hope you have no regrets.

Mai. -- Never.

Nipoti -- niece/nephew

Vai a letto -- Go to bed

Pronta, sorella? -- Ready, sister?

Dormi bene, mio ​​tesoro -- Sleep well, my treasure

Prometto -- I promise

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The Return

Back at my bullshit again, again. Dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Damn you for making me feel things. I needed angst. So I created late-night angst.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Now. A while back...

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Terzo held the remains of his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He lifted his chin to the stars as he exhaled the smoke out into the night sky. He stood on the balconette outside his Papal suites-- their Papal suites. The last several hours had been a whirlwind, but all that mattered was Alessandra was back home and by Lucifer's good graces, their daughter was, too. Terzo closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath, the feeling of spinning taking over his mind again. He needed to stay strong and keep it together for Alessandra. He knew the pain and tears of all the conversations they needed to have would happen at some point, but not right now. They're home and we will figure it out, Terzo reminded himself, taking another drag of the cigarette. 

Terzo, Alessandra, and their infant had been back at the ministry for barely twelve hours. The rest of the day had been a blur. The Abbey's resident physician came upstairs and checked out the new mother and baby, giving them the all clear. Primo and some of his ghouls volunteered to head into town to grab a few essentials for the unexpected child. The ministry was buzzing with excitement of Prime Mover Alessandra’s sudden return and with a baby. A few close loved ones, Primo, Secondo, Copia, and Omega, stopped by periodically to try to check in on the family. Terzo was hell bent on letting Alé rest and refused visitors for the rest of the day. Alessandra and their daughter slept, woke, fed; rinse and repeat every few hours. Terzo had not slept. 

At first it had been the adrenaline of being reunited with the woman he loved and finding out their child was still alive and well, but it had slowly melted into fear and panic as the hours went by. He laid in bed beside both of them and watched his lover and child just breathe. His brain wracking itself over and over replaying everything; everything he had almost done, finding Alessandra, the birth of their daughter, their return to the Abbey. She had told him there was no baby after her accident. She ran away from their home, she left him alone. Grieving alone with only his thoughts. She should have been there waiting for him when he returned from his tour. Instead he came home to nothing. He needed her more than he cared to admit. Twenty-four hours ago, he had nothing left, there was no point anymore. 

Terzo put out the cigarette in the ashtray, feeling his mind start to spin again. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. He was a father. He had a daughter. He wasn’t ready for this. He was ready when he had Alé by his side, but he had already spent months grieving the loss of their child. How was he supposed to pretend everything was okay now? It would take time, but it will all be alright, he tried to reason with himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose, this is supposed to be a happy time. 

He tapped the pack of cigarettes against his hand as he gathered another smoke. He let out a loud sigh as he plopped the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. He returned his gaze to the stars, inhaling the smoke, as he identified the constellations in the clear skies. He knew this was all his fault to begin with. He drug Alessandra into this arrangement and through months of his carelessness and her own suffering, he knew he couldn’t be upset with her. She did what she felt was best for herself and their unborn child. But he still felt the hurt. 

Terzo leaned over the balcony and looked down to the topiary below. He closed his eyes and hung his head. His hair falling forward into his eyes. He couldn't even bear to think he had almost thrown everything away. His head hurt, he swallowed down the hard lump in his throat as he pulled the cigarette to his lips again, breathing in more smoke to his lungs. 

We will get through this, he promised himself. It may not be tomorrow, but they would only get stronger from here. He would do everything in his power to be the man she deserved. Both her and their daughter. He silently vowed to the stars he would be the best father he could be. 

Terzo snuffed out the cigarette, the cold air was finally starting to get to him. It was time to go back inside and face reality again. He turned the ornate door knob and let himself back inside to their bedroom. He paused as Alé’s sleeping face lit up in the moonlight; she was so beautiful. He would do anything for this woman. He would give her the world if she asked for it. He couldn't stay mad, he was absolutely in love with her. 

He had to pull on the door to properly close it behind him, causing a sudden, loud thump. The newborn began to fuss in her temporary sleeping arrangement. Terzo watched from the doorway a second longer, giving the child the chance to fall back asleep. The small raven-haired Emeritus then began to whimper louder and louder until she was at a full-pitched wail. Terzo froze in a panic. 

Alessandra sprung up from her pillow and contorted herself to reach over for the newborn, "Oh, my love.." 

Terzo stepped forward towards the bed, floorboards creaking under his bare feet. Alé turned her head to face his shadowy figure, startling at the sight of him. 

"Terzo, are you okay?"

"Sì. I'm just… I have a lot on my mind.." he trailed off, approaching the newborn in her crib. 

"Terz, I can take care of her," Alé started. 

"No," Terzo insisted firmly, Alé taken aback by the sternness in his tone, "No, please, let me take care of her. Please." 

Terzo lifted his child from her bed, reminding himself to support her head, treating her as if she was made of glass. Terzo swayed the infant gently, holding her close to him. He spoke softly to their daughter, so quietly Alessandra could barely make it out. The newborn began to settle again. He stood in silence, softing rocking his body as Alé watched their outline in the dark bedroom. 

"I can't believe this is real," he murmured. 

Alé patted the open space of bed in front of her. Terzo sat down on the edge, staring down intently at his daughter. Alé slowly pushed herself up, the pain and soreness from childbirth leaving her slightly breathless. She rested her chin over Terzo's shoulder, taking in the child they created cradled in his arms. She thanked Lucifer for bringing the three of them back together, the way it was intended. 

"She's perfect, Alé," Terzo spoke. Unbeknownst to Alessandra, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the sleeping infant. 

"I mean, you did help a little…" Alé teased him, kissing his neck. 

Terzo didn't reply. 

"Terz?" Alé rubbed circles on his back, hoping to elicit some response. 

"I can't lose you again," he finally whispered, feeling a hot tear trail down his face. 

"Oh, Terzo…" Alé felt her heart crumble as he choked back a sob. She felt his back heaving as he wept silently over their daughter. Alessandra wrapped her arms around him the best she could, pressing herself against him, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"

He didn't say anything, he could only feel the growing fear again looking down at his infant's sleeping face. He wouldn't ruin this child the way his life had been destroyed by Nihil. Babies were supposed to be a beautiful thing, yet here he was, terrified out of his mind. Terrified of something so small. 

"You need to sleep, my love," Alé's voice interjected his spiraling mind. He felt her hand creep around his side and clasp his hand in hers; she gave it three firm squeezes. 

Terzo lifted her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips, "I love you so much, Alessandra. I will spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I do."

"I know you will, Papa," Alé smiled nuzzling her face against his back, "Come to bed." 

Terzo slowly stood and approached the crib Primo had found on such short notice. He slowly lowered their daughter back down without incident. Alessandra slipped back down pulling the covers up to her chin, so incredibly pleased to be back in their bed. Terzo returned to his side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Alé entwined her feet between his, grabbing for his hand. 

Terzo leaned forward and kissed her brow, "I'm so glad you're home. Both of you." 

"Me too,," she replied, burying her face in his chest, gently weaving her fingers through his chest hair, “More importantly, can I say how much I’ve missed these sheets? They really are worth bragging about..”

"I am well aware. Nothing but the finest for my wife," he hummed, brushing down her hair, holding her to his heart. 

"That's a first," she stated, looking up at him through the darkness. 

"Like I said, you will never be leaving my side again," he teased, "You're mine forever. No going back now." 

"Oh?" Alé questioned him.

"You shouldn't have agreed to come back home with me otherwise,” he smirked, gathering her close again to kiss her forehead.

Alessandra cupped his cheek, “Please get some sleep. We can talk more when it isn’t 4:00am.”

Terzo took a deep breath  and settled deeper into the bed. He felt Alé relax against him as her breathing slowed as she slipped back to sleep. He listened to the sounds of their daughter breathing quickly and soundly in her bed adjacent theirs. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. He could worry more in a few hours. Sleep sounded nice for now.

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Il Vomito

Another one dedicated to my queen, @copiousloverofcopia ♥

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

NSFW below.

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Alessandra stretched out in bed and felt the soft, silk sheets kiss over her naked body. She exhaled slowly as she turned her head to the left and blinked her eyes at a small streak of bright, white light peaking through the curtains. It seemed eerily quiet in their rooms, unsure of the time, unsure if she was the first one up; hoping deep down the children were still tuckered out from last night’s dinner festivities and that she might have a few moments to herself. She heard the sheet beside her gently rustle as a hand trailed down the side of her arm and curled around her burgeoning bump. Alé smiled as she felt her husband slither against her body and nuzzle his face into her raven-colored hair.

“Buongiorno, mio ​​tesoro,” Terzo purred into her ear as he gently drummed his fingertips on her belly. Alessandra relaxed against him for a minute, debating if there was still time to fall back asleep; before her spouse tried anything or their boisterous Italian children chose to begin the day.

She rolled herself over onto her side to face him and couldn’t help but smirk at his appearance. His dark hair was beyond disheveled and all the remnants of his greasepaint was smeared across his face and his pillows. Terzo gave her a cheeky smile and rested his forehead against hers.

“Hmm,” Alessandra hummed, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of bonfire still on his skin and hair. Terzo’s hand lifted away from her stomach to gently grasp her hand. He soothingly rubbed his thumb against her soft skin, before encouraging her hand down under the sheets again against his already hard erection. Alessandra didn’t bother opening her eyes, but Terzo could tell she was rolling her eyes behind closed lids. Alé’s brow furrowed and her lips turned into a straight line; she should have feigned sleep.

“I would have figured you’d be out of commission today based on how much you drank last night, pal,” Alé jabbed as his hands snaked along down her back to grab a handful of her ass.

“Mmm, as long as we don’t open the curtains, I should be fine,” he chuckled. Terzo rested his hand on her hip as his index finger gently pulled at the thin sheet covering her body, “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see if you might be interested in, eh, a round two?”

Alessandra let out a quiet scoff and released her husband’s member; the man never skipped a chance to proposition her. Even after the post-winter solstice dinner hosted by a few of the siblings last night, which led to Terzo and Secondo imbibing in a few drinks too many. Her husband, as doting and attentive as he could be, couldn’t resist the opportunity to flirt with the idea of being a free bachelor without cares or responsibilities once again. He never gave her reason to doubt their relationship, but watching him shit-faced and giggling away, being goaded on by his brother to pour salt into unsuspecting siblings’ drinks never failed to remind her of the arrogant child he could be. 

The night ended with Elizabet helping Alé wrangle up her three children (Terzo being the biggest handful), and corralling them back to their bedrooms. The two young Emeritus heirs were tucked away in their beds without much hurrah. Meanwhile Alessandra had to hurry Liz out the front doors before her husband drunkenly lost another article of clothing; Terzo attempting to entice Alé into their own bedroom. Liz was ushered out of the room, throwing two thumbs up to her best friend, after catching a glimpse of the former Papa’s butt before having the doors closed in her face.

Alessandra felt her skin ignite as Terzo's hands pressed into her back to pull her into his body, the annoyance slowly slipping away, as the pregnancy hormones started to wake up. Terzo grinned as he kissed her collarbone and her neck, pecking small kisses leading to her jawline. She let a soft, airy moan escape her lips; encouraging him to continue. He ground his cock against her, whispering soft mutterings in Italian, promising to treat her like the goddess she was. Their lips crushed against one anothers, a small nibble here and there. Terzo gently encouraged Alessandra onto her back as he moved himself between her thighs. His hand massaging her breast, tracing down past the swell of their child growing inside her, to her thigh.

“Scusa per esserti comportato come uno stronzo ieri sera,” Terzo apologized, lowering himself between her legs, his warm breath causing her to throw her head back and arch herself upwards to meet his touch. 

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just touch me, please,” she whined, still rolling her hips. He loved watching this woman move, more so he loved that she was his. He pressed her thigh to his lips, giving her a gentle love bite. Alé let out a disappointed groan as one of her hands shot down and wove her fingers through her husband’s unkempt hair.

The sudden creaking of the old, wood door leading to their bedroom caused them both to freeze. Alessandra covered her chest as she covered herself and her partner with the bunched up duvet; leaving Terzo oxygen-starved under the covers.

“Dante threw up!” Fliomena stated matter-of-factly as she stood in the doorframe, her dark hair almost as messy as her father’s.

“Okay, thank you, my love,” Alessandra smiled, trying to hide how flushed she appeared, as she held the bedsheets pressed against herself. Kicking herself for trusting Terzo with closing up for the night. She wondered if the main entry doors were wide open as well.

“Where is Papa?” Mena continued, swinging on her heels, holding onto the antique door knob, “Can I come cuddle?”

“Why don’t you go keep Dante company instead and I’ll go let your Papa know your brother isn’t feeling well,” she insisted, squeezing her legs around Terzo’s head, as he was beginning to get depreserate to come up for air underneath the plethora of winter blankets they had on the bed.

Mena let out a sigh as she turned to head back to her brother’s bedroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open. Once her daughter was out of sight, Alé released her vice grip on the sheets, finally allowing Terzo to come out from his sweltering hiding spot. 

“Your son vomited,” Alé deadpanned, running her fingers through Terzo’s locks as he scooched himself up from his cave, with “the moment” well passed, and rested his cheek against Alessandra’s stomach, looking up at her with his mismatched eyes. Alé gently tugged at his ear,” Papa. You’re on emptied stomach contents patrol. Up.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard,” Terzo complained, pushing himself off his wife. He groaned as a gentle thrumming started in his head, the aftermath of allowing himself one or two (or seven sips) from Secondo’s flask making itself known. He sighed deeply and hoisted himself out of bed, he lived through almost his entire stint as a Cardinal this way, today would be no different: hungover and cleaning up puke, but at least it wasn’t his. He wavered a second, his bare feet touching the hardwood floor. Alessandra leaned forward and gave Terzo’s bare asscheek a slap.

“Maybe throw on some shorts before you give everyone a show,” she giggled, flopping back down into the cushioned nest of pillows. Resting her eyes, thrilled to be given a second chance at ten more minutes of sleep.

“Dovrebbero essere così fortunati…”

Translations:

Buongiorno, mio ​​tesoro. -- Good morning, my darling.

Scusa per esserti comportato come uno stronzo ieri sera. -- Sorry for acting like an asshole last night.

Dovrebbero essere così fortunati… -- They should be so lucky...

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The Papess

As always, dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Thanks for giving me brain rot.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Onwards.

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Alessandra looked up at the clock hanging above her office door. Might as well call it a day, she thought, tapping the pen against her glasses frames. She straightened the pile of notes in front of her from the meeting earlier that morning as her team had begun planning the summer's events. Her team of siblings were trying to piece together another benefit and a few more charity ideas for Copia, needing to pick up the pace as Alé would be off on another maternity leave again in a few months. And Terzo had taken it upon himself to fight her each step of the way, insisting her team was more than competent enough to pick up the slack. He promised if she wanted to take her leave three months early and just remain naked in bed with him until their third child was born, he'd be more than happy to cancel all his plans and meetings as well to support her. Alessandra was eager enough to fight him back insisting this was good for her to bury herself in projects and feel like she was accomplishing something for their community and the Ghost Project, instead of just being barefoot and pregnant. To which Terzo had commented saying it wouldn't be a bad look on her, leading him to a night sleeping on the couch alone in his office per Alé's insistence. 

Alé rolled her chair back from her desk and pitifully groaned as she leaned down to grab her shoes. She had taken them off to give her feet a breather, but now found herself regretting taking them off in the start. With the low heels back on her feet after some awkward finagling, she gave her bump an apologetic rub, feeling her unborn child fluttering away after the gentle squishing they received. With one sturdy hand braced on her desk, she hoisted herself up right. She placed her palms on her lower back, stretching out the discomfort, asking herself why she didn't stop Terzo’s advances after having Mena. She exited her office, dropping her keys into the pocket of her habit, and headed off to go collect their children from daycare. 

She arrived at the doors of the daycare and pushed inside. Dante was standing beside another small child in front of a well-stocked play kitchen, screeching away, pretending to flip a pan (mimicking the times Terzo would put on a show for his kids as he made breakfast). Alé walked up behind her son and tousled his mop of black hair.

“Hi, Mama!” Dante cheered, lifting his arms up. Alessandra felt her heart explode seeing his big smile, so much like his father’s, she swung him up to her hip and peppered him with kisses.

“Where is your sister?” she asked, swaying from side to side, smiling brightly at her son.

“Papa Terzo came by earlier and picked her up already, Prime Mover,” one of the daycare attendants chimed in.

“Oh?” Alé furrowed her brow, slowly lowering Dante to the ground and took his hand, “Well let’s go find your sister then.”

Alessandra and Dante waved farewell to the group of siblings and children and took off to Terzo’s office. Dante, taking after Mena, was almost uncontrollable now that he was mobile, bumping into siblings bustling along the hallway and greeting everyone. The two ran into Secondo on their quest, the three exchanged pleasantries as Secondo slipped his nephew a small wrapped chocolate square. The man still wasn’t sure about holding Terzo’s constantly sticky children, but he would protect them at all costs (and help fuel their sugar highs to punish Terzo).

After Secondo took his leave, the two finally reached Terzo’s office. Dante had begun to fuss, so Alé swooped down again and lifted the tired child back into her arms. With her free hand, she rapped her fingernails on the old wooden door and turned the doorknob. She was greeted by the view of Terzo knelt on the floor beside his desk, pen in hand, filling out some documents. Mena was seated in his chair, hunched over the desk, crayons scattered all over as she helped her father decorate the papers. Terzo’s ceremonial mitre donned on Mena’s head, she had one tiny hand holding the headdress up from covering her eyes and another hand furiously coloring away at a black cat she had drawn on the official ministry papers. In the background, Terzo’s self-proclaimed fifth greatest life accomplishment, Meliora, blasting from the turntable. 

"Uh hello?" Alessandra cleared her throat as she stepped into the room. 

"Amore!" Terzo beamed from the floor, more than eager for a distraction from the constant stream of busy work that was shuffled his way. Mena lept from her throne, the mitre flung to the ground, and practically threw herself into her mother. Alé leaned over the best she could with Dante in one arm and her growing bump in the way to rub her daughter's back. 

"So, your Papa sprung you from school early today, huh?" Alé questioned their oldest, needing to straighten herself back upright before her back gave in. Alé licked her thumb and rubbed at a small blotch of marker Mena had on her cheek.

"Euuugh!" Mena screeched and wriggled away from her mother, dramatically wiping at her cheek with her sleeve. 

"Because you apparently forgot you have two children, Terzo," Alessandra continued, chiding her partner, giving him a stern glance. Terzo's eyes rolled up to the ceiling. 

"This isn't playing favorites, we're in training!" Terzo insisted, sitting back on his heels, giving his wife an exasperated sigh. Mena returned to the desk, collecting the mitre and placing it back on her head on the way, and moved the papers Terzo had been working on in front of her. She collected a few crayons and began doodling on the pages again. Terzo beamed at his daughter, then looked back at Alessandra, nodding his head towards their daughter, “She’s an absolute natural! She will be a phenomenal Papess!”

"She's five, Terz. They're not putting her in charge of the church anytime soon," Alé raised her eyebrows at him, shifting her weight as she moved Dante to her other hip, rousing the child. 

Terzo stood and approached his wife to take his son from her. Terzo perched Dante on his hip and gave him a toothy smile, "You will have your time, too, mio figlio. We just need to figure out the diaper situation first… Can't have a Papa shitting himself all the time. Nihil excluded." 

"Lucifer below, Terzo," Alé glared at him over the bridge of her glasses. 

Terzo smirked, nuzzling his head against Dante’s as the youngest Emeritus child’s eyelids grew heavier. Dante sighed as he tucked his head under his father’s chin, giving into sleep. Terzo moved his free hand to pat at the swell of her stomach, "Come stai, Mama?" 

"Fine, “Alessandra sighed, beginning to regret putting her shoes back on, “Exhausted. Busy. Sore. Tired.”

“You know.. The offer would still stand if you wanted to take time…” Terzo began before quietly trailing off, dropping eye contact, clueing in that now wasn’t the right time based on Alessandra’s facial expression. He felt their child pressing against his flattened palm, he raised his gaze back to his wife’s, “Scusa. Non volevo.”

Alé dropped her hand over Terzo’s, she shook her head, “You’re impossible.”

“Sì, I am aware,” he winked his Satan-given eye at her, giving her belly one more pat before he sauntered back over to Mena. He peered over his daughter’s shoulder, as she viciously colored in the red eyes of what Terzo presumed was a crudely drawn Baphomet. He spread out the papers as he looked at all the pentagrams and alchemical symbols doodled all over the travel documents Terzo had been given to look over. Terzo rested his free hand on his daughter’s shoulder, “Your Zio Copia is going to adore all your artwork once he gets these documents back, stellina.”

“Grazie mille!” Mena’s eyes glinted as she grinned at her father. Alessandra felt a warm glow in her chest looking on at her loving husband and the two beautiful children they created. 

“Alright, tesoro, let’s call it a day, eh?” Terzo proposed, “I’ve had enough being cornered off in the office. It almost looks nice outside still, maybe a walk through Zio’s gardens?”

“Again?” Mena stopped her coloring to look up at her father. Terzo quickly held a finger to his lip and quietly hushed her.

“I’ll take Dante, Terz,” Alé interrupted, not sure what the two were going on about, “He needs to go down for a nap and I could honestly use one, too…”

“Perfetto, okey dokey, Mena, you and I will go on a stroll and we can continue our conversation about the seven tenets. Let’s see if we can quiz Primo; keep him on his toes!” Terzo held out a hand for her.

Mena nodded as she removed the mitre and placed it on Terzo’s desk. She clasped her father’s hand as he helped her up from the chair. Mena walked over to the couch as she began to button up her dark pea coat. Alessandra walked to meet her partner as they easily traded off the sleeping toddler. 

Once she had settled Dante back into her arms, Terzo wrapped his arm around her waist and leaned in as he spoke in barely a whsiper, “Has anyone told you how beautiful you look today, sorella?”

Alé blushed and averted her gaze, but she couldn’t stop the smile creeping from her lips, Terzo gently lifted her chin back to meet his gaze, “Thank you, Papa.”

“Rest up, dolce. You and the bambino.”

“Bambina,” Alé insisted, teasingly wagging her finger in his face.

“You're so sure, huh?”

“Pretty sure,” Alé teased as Terzo’s hand slid down to grab a handful of her ass, out of view of their daughter. Alessandra gasped and gave Terzo a gentle shove, not to rouse their son sleeping in her arms. Terzo grinned as he pulled her closer into his side and gently pressed his lips to hers. Alé rested her free hand over his heart as she politely returned the G-rated kiss, “Get out of here, go annoy your brother.”

Terzo lifted her hand from his chest and briefly brushed his lips against her knuckles, “Sì, sì, andiamo!”

Mena was already out the doors and eagerly waiting for her father so they could go admire the plants beginning to regrow after the cold winter months. The three followed behind her, Terzo closing the doors and locking up after them.

“Don’t you need to tell your assistant you’re leaving early?” Alessandra questioned Terzo. Mena leaned into her mother’s side and wrapped her arms as well as she could around Alé’s abdomen, hugging herself around the swell of her unborn sibling.

“Eh. If they really need to get ahold of me, they’ll find me,” Terzo gave her a cheeky grin before he leaned in and kissed her one more time, “We will see you a little later. Sleep well, amore. I’ll be up a little later to see if you’re up.. If you know what I mean...”

“Don’t stay outside too long. It’s still cold,” Alé urged, completely ignoring her husband, while giving Mena’s arm a gentle squeeze.

Mena scoffed against her mother’s stomach, the Emeritus attitude already so pronounced in her, “I don’t get cold, Mama.”

“Come along, tesoro,” Terzo turned on his heel and started off down the hallway towards where they suspected Primo might be haunting. Mena gave her mother one more hug before speeding off after her father, already speaking to him at a rapid fire pace, excited to be off on another adventure. 

‘Damned extroverts,’ Alessandra thought as she shook her head, heading towards the hidden elevator to take them up to their Papal suite. She couldn’t wait to get out of her slightly constricting habit and kick off those damned shoes again, the dull ache coming from the soles of her feet was starting to become more prominent. She entered the lift, closing the gate behind her, and prayed they wouldn’t run into anyone else; she hadn’t realized just how drained she was or just how much she was looking forward to collapsing into their massive bed. Alé pressed her cheek against Dante’s forehead, closing her eyes for just a second. The bell chimed and she continued down the hall to their rooms. 

As she opened the door, she was greeted by an almost fresh-cut clove smell. There on one of the tables in the entryway was a medium-sized bouquet of haphazardly broken branches with round clusters of dainty, small white and pink flowers. A note with Terzo’s official letterhead was planted next to the bouquet. A violet crayon was used to choppily spell out ‘Te voglio bene, Mama’. Alessandra blew air out, feeling the warm tears pricking at her eyes as she willed herself not to cry. Not now, hormones. One of these days Primo was going to retaliate against those two for using his gardens as their own personal floral shop. She laughed to herself, wiping away an unshed tear and shaking her head. She continued on to lay Dante down to finish the last part of his nap before heading off to her own waiting bed to revel in the last bit of unbothered, short-lived silence. 

Translations:

Mio figlio -- My son

Come stai, Mama? -- How are you, Mama? 

Scusa. Non volevo. -- Sorry. I didn't mean that.

Zio -- Uncle

Stellina - Little star

Grazie mille -- A thousand thanks

Tesoro -- Treasure

Perfetto -- Perfect

Sorella -- Sister

Andiamo -- Let’s go

Te voglio bene -- I love you

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*retching noises* any more Terzo and his PM lined up? 🙃

Of course I have some coming up!

There is a Cardinal Terzo request I am working on which will take place BEFORE Alessandra becomes his Prime Mover and gives a little insight to how much Terzo had a thing for her before things turned out the way they did.

Also, they are still awaiting baby number 3! So, we have that fic coming too! 🥰

To everyone else, if you haven't read it yet this comes from Tied as One Eternally

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Bear with me.... Terzo trying to get a little somethin'-somethin', but Alé has no time for his BS as he's already running late for leading black mass, so she leaves him high and dry. Later leading to Papa Terzo giving an unholy sermon, with his Prime Mover distracting him with those 'fuck me' eyes from the front pews (maybe while trying to deal with his sweet, yet unruly semen demons). Mass ends, almost everyone leaves, Alé sticks around to give her Papa a *hard* time. Maybe a blowjob at the pulpit ensues. And it ends with a facial. And obviously Alé deserves a reward, too for putting up with (basically) three children and keeping her mess of a Papa in line.

Ask and you shall receive... Although it may take me a while to get to it 😅😅😅

Anyways ghestie, I changed it up just a little bit but I think you'll still like it.

Practice What You Preach

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

Commissions are still open, Please pinned post for carrd details.

It was promising to be a very long day. Alé struggling to get everything ready before her family was expected down at, a rare morning, Black Mass. She wanted desperately for the day to go well. Already tired and stressed out, waiting patiently as she went about her to-dos before the inevitable discussion with her beloved Papa. A Papa who still had yet to emerge from the bedroom.

She got herself dressed, wearing the lace black dress she knew Terzo loved. Throwing on her favorite pumps and fixing her hair down for the first time in weeks. Alessandra putting in her new pair of Grucifix earrings, a gift from Primo for her birthday. She was finally ready.

She moved on to the kids. Both Dante and Mena watching Ruby Gloom on the TV in the parlor, while Alé gathered up their dress clothes. She brought them in the room, setting the pile down on the black leather sofa beside her children. As she went to dress them, she noticed a missing a sock. Alé returned to the bedroom, where she had last been with the clothes. Terzo still laying there in bed, now watching intently.

He was stretched out lazily on his side, his head resting in his hand as he made no effort to move. Still in his boxers with a face unpainted as Alé drove herself crazy looking for Dante's black sock. Terzo felt himself swell beneath the silk of his boxers, his eyes crawling over his Prime Mover's body as she bent down searching for it. The curve of her ass, irresistible to him as he reached out to grab it while she'd been bent down looking along the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Alé sighed, realizing only after she spoke, that she knew exactly what he was doing.

"Cara, my cock is so hard just looking at you. I need you…please." Terzo whined, palming over the obvious swell of fabric in front of him.

"We are already running behind and your face isn't painted…you think we have time for sex?" She chided, grabbing the wayward sock and attempting to leave. Terzo wouldn't give up that easily, grabbing her arm and pulling over. Alé landing on top of him in the bed.

"I said no, we've got things to do and YOU are giving the sermon today…or did you forget?" Alessandra reminded him. She seemed on edge today, more so than normal and he wondered what was wrong.

"Amore, Is everything all right?" Terzo asked, conceding to her request, now concerned at her upset.

"Everything's fine. Now get your butt up, get dressed, paint your face, and get downstairs. Literally everyone is waiting on you." She ordered. Alessandra left without another word, gathered up the children, and headed downstairs leaving a very uncomfortable Papa behind.

The whole of the Abbey sat in wait. The sun, burning brightly from outside. Bathing the congregation in a rainbow of colors from the stained glass windows. Alessandra sat in the front pew, as she always did, Mena and Dante unable to sit still as the double doors of the chapel came flying open. Terzo entered, flowing through them—god-like and majestic. The crowd oohing and ahhing over him as he made his way to the pulpit—only mildly late.

Well she was still a bit angry, Alessandra couldn't help but stare. He always looks so amazing in his deep black and rich purple robes. His miter worn proudly on his head as he bowed in reverence to the current and past papas that sat beside him in the sanctuary. He was always so commanding, handsome, and regal—traits that especially now, Alessandra found absolutely irresistible. Shifting in her seat as she began silently regretting not taking him up on his offer.

"Brothers and Sisters of Sin. Today I speak to you in reverence for the sin of lust. The most cherished of sins. The sin that brings us together as one. One before him, before our unholy god—Lucifer almighty. The sin that helps us grow in number. Being fruitful and spreading like a fire across the vastness of the world. It is in lust that we find the deepest pleasures the world has to offer us…" Terzo spoke, his eyes meeting over and over with Alé's. She batted her lashes at him, Staring up at him with those gorgeous green and gold eyes. Terzo stammering a bit in his sermon. Unable to stay focused, distracted by how much they shimmered in the sunlight as he stared down at his Prime Mover from the pulpit.

He tried to maintain his composure through the rest of sermon. Pulling at his collar as he felt himself getting uncomfortably heated, watching as Alé continued gazing at him from the front pew. He watched as she managed to keep the children in check, Dante held as still as possible, however still bouncing around on her lap. Their eldest Mena, swinging her legs around as Alessandra gently reminded her to settle herself as her father was speaking.

Terzo couldn't help but be entranced by her beauty. The fire of his heart and soul. The mother of his children, with those gorgeous eyes staring up at him. Eyes he longed to see his reflection in as she drove her to heights of passion and lust. She was his equal in all things, the two of them made for eachother like the pieces of a puzzle. The picture they made together breathtaking and true.

Terzo spent the whole Mass longing for her, His gloved hands gripped tightly into the edge of the old wood pulpit. He felt the ache growing. His cock stiffened against his pants once again, concealed only by the fabric of his chasuble. He could tell she was feeling it too. The tell-tale eyebrow perk and a wink from the crowd, sending hellfire straight through him. He needed her, and now.

The sermon had ended, rather abruptly. Terzo barely containing his hunger for his beloved Alessandra. Terzo remained in the pulpit, choosing to forgo an accident revealing his need to the masses. As the crowd cleared out, Alessandra motioned for Primo to take Mena and Dante’s hands. The gentle old man leading the children out for a bit so that she may stay behind.

Alé watched as Primo closed the doors up behind him. The Papa and his Prime Mover alone, once more. Alessandra turned to see her husband beginning to descend from the pulpit. “Wait! I will come to you.” she called up to him, Terzo confused but doing as he was told.

Alessandra made her way up the small set of carpeted stairs to the landing. As she approached him, she watched as his eyes grew with more passion and need. Terzo, biting his lower lip as Alé dropped to her knees before him. “Ale, what are you—?”

“Shut up Papa and give me communion.” she purred, Terzo’s mouth falling open with her words.

“Sí cara, I will give you unholy Euchrist if that is what you wish.” he moaned, fumbling over himself to unzip his pants. Alé ran her fingers up his legs, squeezing in on his ass as he revealed his cock to her–hard and throbbing.

“Mmm…I see we are still excited from this morning.” she hummed, licking the drop of precum that had begun to collect on the tip. Terzo’s head fell back as he lifted his chasuble to watch his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.

“Ah!” Terzo moaned, sucking in air through his teeth, Alé gliding her tongue around and pressing hard against the bottom of his shaft. Taking him deep inside her mouth. “Ah…fuck Alé…you know how much I need you, need to be inside you.” Terzo whined, his fist full of Alé’s wavy black hair, more lucious and full than he remembered. The sounds she was making as she bobbed her head onto his cock, sent heat throughout his body. Her mouth firmly around him as she swallowed him back. Slurping and sucking, working him with her mouth and hand in tandem, leaving not an inch left untouched.

Terzo pulled his gloves off with his teeth, Alé continuing to suck on his cock as he tried desperately not to cum. Ultimately he was unable to hold back. As Alé’s tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, a sensitive spot just above the base, her hard, rhythmic sucking made him release. Alessandra moaned against him, the hot cum flooding into the back of her throat. Alé, continuing to move her head until he had completely finished.

She swallowed the mouth full of Terzo’s cum and wiped her lips clean, continent to leave things at that. But before she could adjust herself, Terzo had her lifted up. The former Papa hiking her leg up over his arm and tearing off her panties from under her dress. His dexterous fingers finding their way into her dripping folds. Alé let out a gasp, Terzo beginning to pump himself in and out of her as she mindlessly rutted against his hand.

“Did you really think I’d let you leave this place without you dripping with my cum. That I would allow my Prime Mover to be left unsatisfied, having not been filled by me as Lucifer himself intended.”

“Oh Terzo, make me cum for you. I wanna cry out to Lucifer, reveling our blessed sin.” Alé moaned, feeling Terzo’s fingers slipping firmly against her flesh. Her pussy, so wet and pulsing with his touch. She was even more excited than usual, Terzo relishing every second of it as he pushed his fingers now through her entrance, gathering up more of her slick before returning to rub along the bud of her clit. Alé held tight to his shoulders, her nails fraying the threads of his chasuble a bit as she moaned and cried.

Terzo juggled between pumping his two fingers inside her and rubbing her clit at just the right spot. He felt her legs begin to quiver against him, her breathing shallow and rough as she rolled her cunt on his hand.

“Ah amore, cum for me. I know you want to. I want so you fucking wet when I take you.” Terzo growled, using his thumb to gently rub against her clit as he stimulated her entrance with his fingertips.

“Oh Lucifer Terzo im cumming!” Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her inner walls squeeze him. Fluid bursting out from inside her, running down and along Terzo’s wrist as he gently pulled his fingers from her.

“Mmm… Alessandra you are the sweetest thing I have ever tasted." He commented, sucking his fingers clean of her. Terzo hummed, Alé dropped her eyes as he gestured for her to look down as his rehardened cock. “Let me fuck you. I want that cum all over me.” Terzo groaned, bringing his mouth to her neck. He gently nipped the delicate skin there, before sinking his teeth into her. Alé practically fell limp with his touch, the sweet pleasure and pain from his bite, and her recent orgasm, coursing through her.

"I want you, fill me. Make me yours." She begged, Terzo grunting and panting as he stroked his cock.

“Oh I will absolutely fill you cara, there is nothing I want more." Terzo growled as he pulled off his chasuble. Tossing the ornate garment to the side like it was nothing but a rag that was in his way. He leaned Alé over the edge of the pulpit, ready to fuck her cunt from behind. The two of them, gathering up her dress and tucking it in front of her as Terzo prepared fuck her.

Alé stared out over the pews, the smell of the incense still lingering in the air as she felt Terzo adjusting her hips, widening her stance. "Ah..mmmm." Alessandra moaned as she felt Terzo teasing her entrance with the head of his cock.

“Lift up Alé. I want to be able to reach deep inside you.” He groaned, now running his cock through the cum still leaking from within her. Alé let out a moan, rutting against him trying to slip him inside her. Curving up her pelvis toward him. Terzo placed his hands on her hips, rubbing his fingers across the swell of her ass as he pushed his cock deep inside her.

As he did, their mouths hung open. Both moaning in pleasure as Terzo got fully seated inside. Alé’s cunt, tugging tightly on him as he thrusted inside her. His hands gripped tightly to her hips as Alé held onto the ledge.

Terzo felt the sweat pooling in the small of back. Drenching his vestments in it as he worked to make his Prime Mover cum once again. "Oh Terzo, harder, harder! I'm so close!" Alé cried out, Terzo feeling her body tightening around him inside. He pounded hard inside her, feeling himself begin to give way as his hips met against her ass with each thrust. Alé bring her fingers down to gently rub her clit.

"Ah Alé, I love you. Cum for me cara! I'm cumming for you!" Terzo cried, cumming deep in the back of her cunt. His fingers gripped so to Alé's hips, she was sure to be left bruised. Alé too let go, her body swelling around him inside and cumming hard on him as he moved inside her. It was blissful and hot, as he filled her with ropes of cum. The two of them sweaty, satisfied, and positively dripping in eachothers fluids.

The two of them has slumped down against the wall of the pulpit, both breathless but wholly satisfied. Maybe an hour had passed since their endeavor and they were both still too exhausted to move. Terzo took Alé’s hand in his, bringing to his lips to kiss it. A surprisingly gentle gesture after the animalistic way he had just fucked her. Alessandra nuzzled up against his chest, breathing in the scent of His cologne.

Terzo kissed the top of her head. The mess of hair on both their heads a sure giveaway to onlookers as to what they've been doing. Neither of them cared, basking in each other's company and the quiet of the chapel. "Hmm…" Alé sighed, content in her husband's arms.

Terzo looked down at her. Her eyes shut as she lay against his chest. She glowed, her beauty even more apparent in her post orgasmic state. Terzo felt as if he'd fallen in love all over again and there was something about her now that made him unable to hold back on telling her so.

"I absolutely love you, you know that? I love you each day, more than I did the last." Terzo whispered against the crown of Alé's head. She sat up a bit, turning her head to face up at her starry eyed Papa, who looked back deep into her eyes.

“What…what's that for?” she giggled, Terzo pulling her closer against his chest once more.

“I just do. There is no one I would rather spend my life with than you." He said, sniffling back just a bit.

"Oh Terz. I love you too, so very much. I can't imagine my life without you. We've come so far…I would never go back." Alé smiled, her mind flashing images of their past. Their love blossoming from absolute chaos into even more chaos—beautiful chaos.

"Me either cara, but I...I also wanted to apologize for this morning." He began.

"Oh?"

"I saw you struggling with and I was too caught up in my own needs. I didn't think about yours and I'm sorry." He admitted.

"It's ok–"

"No it isnt. I will do better. I know you do so much amore and I want you to know that I appreciate you. I couldn’t do this…any of this without you.” Terzo confessed.

“You mean the kids?” Alé laughed, Terzo’s face growing more serious, his eyes filling with tears. The two of them got quiet a moment, Aléssandra wondering if maybe she should wait to talk with him after all.

“Yes they are a handful. That is for sure, but I mean with everything. You are my world. I know that it's hard on you, especially since I know like I said, I'm not the best at helping. I am sure at times you must feel like you have three children, instead of two.” Terzo laughed. Aléssandra smiled wide, her own eyes now beginning to shine with the gloss of tears.

“Four.”

“What?” Terzo asked, confused at what she had just said.

“Four children, it would feel like I had four.” Alé smiled. Terzo knew exactly what she was trying to say.

“Cara mia? Alé are you sure. You’re?” He asked her, unable to fully get out the words.

“Very. Omega told me this morning, but honestly I already suspected.” His Prime Mover smiled, revealing she was now several weeks into her third pregnancy. Terzo beamed ear to ear, his eyes widening and his heart once again racing within his chest.

“Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.” Terzo cried, wrapping her tight in his arms and crying into the curve of her neck and shoulder. Alé cried too, her arms squeezing tightly around him as he wept.

“Seems you practice what you preach.” Alé chuckled.

"Seems so…and I wouldn't have it any other way." Terzo said, both of them laughing together—a new Emeritus child on its way.

Notes:

Oh Alé, non c'è da stupirsi che tu sia così irresistibile oggi. Sai che non riesco a controllarmi quando sei incinta.- Oh Alé, no wonder you are so irresistible today. You know I can't control myself when you're pregnant.

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How did your Prime Mover OCs join the church originally?

Ok so since just saying how they entered is kind of boring I add a little extra details... Also these are based on my initial Papas In Love Series chapter fics sooooo caution for spoilers below!

Prime Mover Liliana "Lily" Emeritus

Divine Cause (Primo x Liliana)

- Lilana was raised as a sibling of sin in another ministry. She was born into it as she is actually revealed to be Lucifer's daughter, whom was conceived with a Prime Mover who died in childbirth. Lily was destined to mary Primo and conceive the Antichrist (which happens to be Copia in this fic).

Prime Mover Loren Emeritus

Let There Be Night (Secondo x Loren)

- Loren was an American sibling who worked in the nursery. She joined as an adult after initially falling for a brother of sin back in the states who abandoned her when she fell pregnant. Things were not meant to be and she suffered a miscarriage. Years later she would travel to the Ministry's main Abbey, where she meets and falls in love with Secondo, who chooses her as his Prime Mover.

Prime Mover Alessandra "Alé" Emeritus

Tied as One Eternally (Terzo x Alessandra)

- Alessandra was a teenager when she came to the Ministry and took her vows, wanting to make a difference in others lives. She's estranged from her parents. She persued helping the siblings who helped her so much in her own time of need, eventually catching the eye of the third Emeritus... Who would fall head over heels in love with her.

Prime Mover Rosalia Emeritus

The Cardinal's Prime Mover (Copia x Rosalia)

- Rosalia was born to siblings of sin who where very much in love, but died before Lia was an adult. She has fond memories of them and decided to take her vows when the time came so she could remain with the Ministry. She soon would fall in love with the shy Cardinal, after being asked to assist him by Sister Imperator, and eventually would become his Prime Mover.

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NEW Ghost Sequel Snippet!!!

Here is my next of many sequel snippets that coincide with my larger Prime Mover universe stories for the Papas!

This time round we have the charismatic Terzo with his willful Prime Mover Alessandra in....

DracuMena

Mostly SFW below the cut, also available on AO3! Base story, Tied As One Eternally.

As always taking asks and requests!!!

(art for the fic from @meowsaidmissy)

It was a dark and stormy night at the Abbey, the kind perfect for rituals and summoning. The eerie feeling of being watched falling, like a veil, over the siblings and ghouls alike. All of them were nervous. A few siblings had already been attacked this night and with the storm having no end in sight, they anxiously awaited to see who would be next? The power had been out for over an hour, leaving the whole of the Abbey in candlelight and darkness.  

“I am holding it still, damn.” Aether said, as Mountain nagged him to keep the ladder straight. Mountain, Aether, and Dew were all outside, tasked to get the generator up and running. Mountain was hanging haphazardly off the ladder, trying to reach where he needed inside the generator's housing, the groaning Dew was doing, not helping. 

“I don’t understand why it’s gotta be us.” Dew complained. The others shrugging him off to continue the task at hand. The ghouls knew that getting the power back up would help settle the unrest within the Abbey.

“Dew quit your griping, the Cardinal asked us to help, so we’re gonna follow orders…got it?” Aether snapped. Dew crossed his arms, continuing to not contribute and practically pouting off to the side. The wind started to pick up and was howling through the trees, the rumbling of thunder growing closer. Even the ghouls felt the unease keeping them on edge. Were ghouls immune from the attacks? 

Little did they know, while they hurried to bring back light to the Abbey, a bloodthirsty creature lie in wait–watching them. The creature approached slowly, zeroing in on the intended prey. The snap of a twig breaking grabbing the ghouls’ attention as it echoed loudly nearby. The ghouls’ tails stood straight up on end, their ears piqued. 

“What? Dew was that you?” Mountain asked, peeking his head back out from inside the opening of the housing unit. 

“No, what in the–” Dew said, searching the blackness of the churchyard for a sign of any disturbance. He couldn’t see much until finally he could just make out a small figure moving within the grass. 

“Oh…” Aether said, knowing what was able to happen. Suddenly the creature bit down on Dew’s leg, a stinging pain–nagging like a puppy bite to his ankle. 

“Ow, fuck you little–” Dew yelped, grabbing his ankle and clenching his teeth. The other ghouls, laughing hysterically. So much in fact that, Aether stopped to cringe, having almost let go of the ladder.

“Watch that tone ghoul.” a voice chided. Dew looked up from the little teeth marks in his ankle to see Terzo. He stood in the churchyard, draped in a full red satin-lined cape and his hair slicked back, a golden grucifix pendant hanging from his neck. Standing next to him, clad in a black tulle tutu and sparkling webbed purple cape, was none other than the adorable, yet villainous, DracuMena! 

Terzo’s daughter was the cutest little vampire the church had ever seen–receiving her good looks undoubtedly from her mother Alessandra and her mischievous nature from her father. Alessandra had made the mistake of letting Terzo watch Dracula with her and now anytime there was a storm the two of them “turned into vampires”.

“What the hell man?” Dew asked, the other ghouls' sides still aching from laughter. 

“Wahahaha! Very good, my tesoro! We have taken another victim.” Terzo said, wrapping his cape in front of him, mimicking Dracula as he did. He scooped up little Filomena in his arms, a smile brightly shining on her face, so very proud of her accomplishment. 

“Dewy tastes funny.” she said, making a face. 

“I’m sure you are not the only one who thinks so kid.” Aether laughed, Dew slapping him in the back of the head. Terzo laughed along with the other ghouls, Mena holding tightly to her daddy, when another voice called out from within the dark. 

“There you two are!” a very expectant and beautiful Alessandra said, her eyebrow cocked and hands on her widened hips. She was wearing her night robe and Terzo’s favorite of her black satin nightgowns, one he had gotten her recently in town when her other one became to0 small for her to wear, though he dare not say that. 

“Alé what are you doing out here? It is cold and storming. I do not want you getting sick.” Terzo said, Mena dropping from his arms to run, arms wide open, into the embrace of her mother.

“Momma!” Mena said, hitting Alé full force with the warmest of hugs. Alessandra was pushed back a bit, protecting her belly from the impact of her willful daughter.

“Oh Mena, be careful…,” she began, turning her attention to Terzo, “My love, I'm pregnant, not breakable.” she said, holding her daughter closely.

“Who says cara mia?” Terzo asked, lifting his brows to her and placing his hand on the swell of her belly. 

“You worry too much.” Alessandra laughed, placing her hand over his, their son kicking away inside her. 

“He is very active tonight, si? Must be the storm.” Terzo began with a smile, then turned to address the ghouls, “Where are we with the power boys?” he asked. Dew shrugged, still mad about getting bested by a preschooler. 

“I think I'm almost–” Mountain began as a loud rumbling began and then followed the lights from within the Abbey shining brightly into the courtyard. 

“Lights are on momma!” Filomena cheered. 

“Yes baby, are you ready to go back inside and tell Zio Secondo how many victims you managed to get tonight.” she asked her, Mina nodding her head in excitement. 

“Hey I helped.” Terzo said, crossing his arms. Alessandra laughed and Terzo could hear the ghouls snickering behind him.

“I’m sure you did, now let's go back inside.” Alé smiled. Filomena left her mother’s side to take Aether’s outstretched hand and headed back with him towards the Abbey. Terzo stood there, feeling the crisp night air flow over him and the rumbling of the storm in his chest. 

I would be absolutely lost without them, he thought to himself. They had been through so much together, his beautiful Prime Mover and precocious daughter. The promise of his unborn son, closely on the horizon. The world and everything in it meant nothing without them. He closed his eyes, taking in a deep inhale of the air, silently thanking Lucifer for all he had been given.

“Are you coming Terzo?” Alé asked him, recapturing his focus. He walked over to her and kissed her lips, gently caressing her cheek in the palm of his hand. Her beauty, mesmerizing him and the feel of her skin on his, even more bewitching.  

“I don't think I can make it back inside.” Terzo said with a smile, glancing down. Dew and Mountain’s eyes widened and without a word  hurried themselves off to return the ladder to the shed. 

“Oh? You need me that much right now?” Alé asked, looking over her belly at the evidence of Terzo’s excitement between them. Terzo kissed her again, holding her tightly in his arms, the swell of her belly the only thing between them.

“I need you always.”

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🥀 TERZO FIC MASTER LIST🥀

These are all the fanfiction AO3 links to Terzo related content. Please see pinned post on Tumblr for other Papa content!

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Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧  Tied As One Eternally  (COMPLETE) >>> Terzo & OC Sister Alessandra Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) has had his eye on Sister Alessandra for some time, while she wants nothing to do with him. Now with Nihil breathing down Terzo's neck and the papacy on the line, will the devoted sister give in and accept his offer? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Terzo x Alessandra Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 No Worries There Terzo introduces baby Filomena to Primo and Secondo for the first time. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 La Corsa Della Tua Vita Alessandra teases Terzo for a small taste when neither of them can control their lust for one another. (NSFW-Romance/Slight Bondage) 🜏 DracuMena It is a stormy night at the Abbey and a small, but very tenacious vampire is on the loose. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Romance/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 If You Insist Only weeks before their second child is born, Terzo and his Prime Mover Alessandra decide to help one another relax. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Won't Be the Last Alessandra struggles with leaky breasts during her last trimester and Terzo is more than happy to help put them to good use. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Here Comes the Son Alessandra is so tired of being pregnant. Terzo and her have tried everything but still no baby. Will he ever show up? (SFW-Fluff/Birth/Pregnancy/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Don't You Dare After Terzo gets drunk and Alessandra babysits him at the Cardinal's accession party, things get interesting as they return to the Papal suites. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Breeding Kink) 🜏 Practice What You Preach Alessandra struggles to get the kids ready for Black Mass that Terzo is leading today, a conversation needing to be had looming over them. When Terzo only adds to her stress, Ale denies him only to have things come to ahead in the chapel after Mass ends. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Chapel sex/Mentions of pregnancy) 🜏 While the Cat's Away Alessandra leaves Terzo in charge of the kids…chaos ensures. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Chocolate Syrup Alessandra gets a day of relaxation which gets blissfully interrupted by Terzo and his ghoul Omega. (NSFW-Romance/threesome w/Omega/Ghoul sex/Pregnancy sex) 🜏 Terzo's Day The Ministry celebrates Father's Day with an annual BBQ cook out. Terzo reflects on becoming a father and the newfound meaning to the day when he learns an unspoken truth about his brother. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Father's Day) 🜏 The Greatest Honor Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Pregnancy announcement)

⛧ Holy Mary (IN PROGRESS) Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church. (Dubious Consent/Romance/Breeding/Pregnancy/Blood/Blasphemy Kink)

One Off Works:

Divino del Sangue Sister Vittoria roams the halls of the Abbey on a stormy night, on her way to meet her lover for a late night rendezvous. (NSFW-Vampre Terzo, Blood) The Monstrance Clock is Ticking You've been invited to help Papa III and Cardinal Copia with a very pressing matter. (NSFW- Threeway w/Copia/Breeding Kink/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) Solo la Vostra Fueled by both his passion and rage, a resurrected Papa Emeritus III seeks solace with you, his most faithful of followers. (NSFW-Resurrected Terzo, Blood) Among the Flowers It's been a stressful day at the Abbey and you go to your favorite spot to unwind, pining for your lover Terzo...when an unexpected surprise happens. (NSFW-Romance/Comfort) When You Wake Up You'll never get used to him leaving. You try to wait up for Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) to come home after a trip before he starts the Meliora tour but end up falling asleep. (SFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) Ginger Thins You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) L'Annunciazione Oscura You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Bad Day You're stress level has reached its peak as you find yourself alone in the cloister. Alone in your thoughts and feeling the world closing in you feel a familiar squeeze. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Fluff) Good Night After your "Bad Day", Terzo is more than happy to help you forget about your stress. (NSFW-Part 2/2/Romance/Comfort) An Acquired Taste While on your moon you discover that Papa Emeritus III may have returned from the dead. There are only whispers and rumors, but you can't fight the feeling and need to go see for yourself. (NSFW-Vampire Terzo/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) In the Light of the Fire Terzo and you have been trying to start your family, his reigns now handed over to the Cardinal, but the business in the Abbey hasn't given you alone time together. Tonight he promised would be different so you wait by the fire for him to arrive. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Humor/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) They Come At Night The Cardinal has been sneaking out at night, tonight you find out where he goes. (NSFW-Three-way with Copia/Vampire Terzo/Dracopia/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) Too Small Couch A night spent cuddling and binge watching your favorite shower with your lovers, Cardinal Copia and Papa Emeritus III. (SFW- Hanging w/Copia/Fluff/Comfort/Humor/Non-Gendered reader) Scorching You are feeling self-conscious about your growing pregnant belly while Terzo reminds you just how beautiful you truly are. (NSFW-Romance/Body Worship/Pregnancy sex)

Ghristmas in the Attic It's Christmas day at the Abbey and while "Christmas" itself isn't celebrated, the Winter Solstice is. Your lover, Terzo Emeritus has a surprise waiting for you under the grand tree, intriguing and thoughtful. (NSFW-Christmas/Yule/Romance/Fluff/Surprise gift) The Moon and Stars Align The moon and the stars have aligned and the night to procreate the unholy bastard of the Emeritus heir has now arrived for Terzo and his Prime Mover. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Ritual/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Rope Burn Terzo Emeritus is tired of being the one in control all the time, of always being the one to call the shots. You help him unwind in a way only you are allowed. (NSFW-Male reader/Light BDSM/Crying/Rope/Knifeplay/Aftercare) Thinking of You Papa Emeritus III misses you while touring and finds a way to occupy his time...and hand. (NSFW-Masturbation/Tour bus/Angst/Spit Kink) Smeared Paint Though you are hesitant...Terzo insists that you take your seat. (NSFW-Oral Sex/Face Ridding/Sex from behind) Held You have pushed yourself too hard dear sorella, and Terzo is here to remind you that you deserve your rest. (SFW-Sleepy Sister/Comfort) Gelato Terzo and you enjoy some gelato while battling the heat in the Abbey courtyard...until Terzo decides to make you his sweet, sticky treat. (NSFW-Romance/Food Play)

Terzo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Someone For Who I Belong (feat. OC Scarlett) A Sister of Sin battles her inner demons and troubled past when her lover decides to prove to her she is no longer alone. (NSFW-Romance/Blood/Ritual/Angst/Cardinal Terzo) The Confessional (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is Papa Emeritus the III's most devout of followers but her feelings for him have grown to a level she can no longer control and must confess to someone. (NSFW-Confession booth sex, Loss of virginity) Lupercalia (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is about to embark on her first Lupercalian celebration with Papa Emeritus the III. While her lover is quite experienced and thrilled to show her all the sins of the flesh, the dauting reality of participating in the Asmodeus ritual begins to set in. (NSFW-Valentine's Day/Lupercalia/Romance/Mentions of Orgy) Driven to Madness (feat. OC of @kittenburps) Sister of Sin Lucrecia has caught the eye of Papa Emeritus III. While neither one will admit their full feelings for the other, an innocent gesture between her and a new sibling of sin makes Terzo need to remind her to whom she belongs. (NSFW-Jealousy/Dominance/Rough sex/Possessive)

⚠️COPIIA-Unrelated/Non-related AU⚠️

As the Night Settled In (Spin off from Let There Be Night) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

Thank you for reading!

May he walk with you in Darkness, leading you from the Light

⛧ PM Ren

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[copiousloverofcopia]

So there's the videos of family responding poorly to pregnancy announcements, right? The disappointed grandparent or even more upset older children? Would that ever happen with Terzo and Alé? Their older kids having a melt down or even Secondo being horrified? Or would it all just be joyous news? lol

I have been promising to do SOMETHING for you lol and then stuff keeps happening!!

lol anyways here is a little something you asked for love, and I hope you enjoy this small snippet, a mini fic reaction of them finding out about Terzo and Alessandra's 3rd baby!

The Greatest Honor

Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

Secondo let out an exasperated sigh as he hung up the phone. Rolling his head from side to side, listening to the cracking of his bones. Cursing his age felt in them as he headed into the main hall, his course set for Terzo’s office. The old man, muttering to himself how this little “meeting”, called in the middle of his morning prayers, had better be for something good.

“I'm here. Now what is this all about. Some of us have things to do.” Secondo blurted out as he swung the door open. The man had barely crossed an inch over the threshold and was already trying to hurry things along. 

“Come sit down you old fool so we can all talk.” Terzo chided, rolling his eyes. Secondo approached, taking a seat beside Primo and Copia at Terzo’s desk.

"You're looking rather cheery this morning." Primo teased as Secondo settled into his designated chair. Clearing his throat and crossing one leg over the other. His irritation, worn plainly in his demeanor. 

"So?" Copia asked, decidedly more excited than the others of what was to come. Terzo held up a finger as he pulled open his office drawer, revealing a small envelope.

"Here." He said handing it over for Copia to open. The current Papa worked carefully to open it. 

"Is this?" Copia said, his eyes widening as he removed the contents inside—an ultrasound photo. 

"Alessandra and I are expecting another child." Terzo beamed. Prideful and content and so very excited to be adding to his brood. Copia smiled ear to ear, delighting in the news along with Primo. Secondo, however, raised his brow in judgment. 

“Terzo when the old man told you to sire an heir, he didn't mean an entire convocation.” Secondo snarked, eliciting a quick wack to his bald head from Primo’s hand.  "Stronzo." Secondo said, sneering over to him.

“Papa, how can you say such a thing? Terzo This is wonderful news…more little ones to fawn over.” Copia smiled, just as excited as Terzo at the news. Primo too was joyful at the news. Already imagining teaching the little one the ins and outs of the garden. Assigning them their own plot to tend to once they came of age. That being said he wasn't above giving Terzo his own bit of good-natured teasing.

“You do know how this keeps happening, don’t you fratellino?” Primo asked, sending Terzo a wink. Just as he was about to answer, Alé arrived, bringing Mena and Dante in tow.

“Well hello.” she said as Mena and Dante ran from out her side. Mena, heading directly to her father and little Dante, climbing up on Copia’s lap. 

“Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.” Copia said, hugging him tightly. “I am so excited for you Ragazzino!” Dante, looking over to his father in confusion as Alessandra reached Terzo and Mena behind the desk.

“I see you’ve told them.” she smiled, giving Terzo a kiss. The two of them, still so sickeningly in love as Terzo’s fingertips brushed against the still inconspicuous bump of his Prime Mover’s belly.  

“Sí, though not everyone shares our excitement.” Terzo chuckled, motioning towards Secondo.

“Excitement about what Papa?” asked Mena as she tugged against the bottom of his jacket. Terzo squatted down beside her, wanting to meet her on her level. 

“Mena, dolcezza—Your mother and I…we are going to have another baby. You are going to be a big sister again.” he explained, waiting for his daughter's confusion to turn into elation. Instead Terzo was surprised, along with the others, when her face contorted. Tears, spilling down her cheeks as she brought her hands to her eyes.  

"But I don't wanna have another baby!" She cried. Her face, turning red as Dante played completely unbothered in Copia's lap. 

"Glad I'm not the only one." Secondo said snarkily. Alessandra, snapping a murderous look in his direction. Terzo felt for her. Though he was not the oldest child, he knew what it was like to have many siblings. The endless fighting and vying for attention. It could be a lot for anyone to deal with. 

"Oh…mia principessa. It will be alright." Terzo assured her, picking his little girl up and holding her close in his arms. She was so sweet and beautiful, but also so willful—just like her mother. His heart pained seeing her this way.

"Might I?" Primo began, rising up from his chair and taking the empty spot alongside his brother and niece. Terzo shifted so that Mena might see him better. Wiping her eyes of the tears she couldn't help but shed.

"Zio…" she sniffled, holding her arms out for Primo to take her. Primo smiled, giving her a kiss on her round little cheek. His niece, wrapping her arms around him tightly as her tears slowly began to subside.

"Listen piccola. I too am the oldest sibling." He began as Mena raised her head up from the comfort of his shoulder to look at him.

"You are?"

"I am…and you know what?" Primo continued. His voice, so soothing and calm. 

"What?" Mena asked, sniffing back once more.

"It is the greatest honor that I have ever had." Primo told her. Mena seemed to understand, while it wasn't easy it was something she would do with pride, love, and understanding. Wanting to be just like her Zio Primo.

"Thank you Zio. I will do my best." Mena smiled, squeezing Primo with her little arms.

"That's my dolcezza. Now if you ever need some advice or even a break from your siblings you come tell Zio Primo, sí?" 

"Sí…" Mena replied, as Primo set her down. Mena, quickly going to hug first her mother and then father before staring up at them. "I'm sorry Daddy. I will be a good big sister I promise." She said looking back at Primo who gave her a wink.

"I know you will." Terzo praised, giving her a small kiss atop her head before he set her back down. Mena and Dante, quickly taking off from the office full speed as Copia delightfully tagged along behind them.

"Maybe I should tell you that you'll be a good zio…might help improve your mood." Primo chuckled as he placed his hand on Secondo's shoulder. The room, roaring with laughter from Terzo, Alé, Primo, and surprisingly—even Secondo. 

Notes:

Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.- Oh my Dante, you are growing so fast.

Ragazzino- Little buddy

Dolcezza- honey, sweetheart

mia principessa- my princess

Piccola- little one

#you asked I answered #terzo x ale #Terzo x alessandra #papas as dads #a mini tied as one eternally snippet sequel #terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #pregnancy #pregnancy announcement

[captaingrebelguf]

Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

...

Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log. 

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek. 

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite. 

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table. 

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions. 

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter. 

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him. 

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again. 

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach.  He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body. 

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding. 

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition. 

Translations: 

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

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