#Lorenzo ( threads )

[acourtofchaos]

I CAN TAKE ALL THREE (NOT IN A FIGHT)

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[niaxbailey]

Who: Leyla & Enzo event - summer music fest "Don't take this the wrong way..." Nia looked utterly relieved, half hanging out of her car and catching a glimpse of the other woman. "-but I'm so glad it's you... I'm too cute to get yelled at today." That didn't stop the other cars behind them from honking, but in the mess of festival traffic and the lanes being cut down with bright orange cones and yellow tape - she'd take a fender bender with someone she knew over a random concertgoer. The woman had hard merged last minute, but there hadn't been enough room for her to do so cleanly and her car got a love tap by Leyla's. Having pulled aside as close to the curb as she could for traffic to attempt to be moved around them, Nia grabbed her phone and keys and just barely slipped through the crack of her door to join her friend and survey the damage. "I'm really sorry though, I panicked. The lanes went down to one out of nowhere and I thought I could make it." Nia exhaled, still a little visibly flustered despite her good humor. "So... uh..." she put a finger to her nose. "Not it. I volunteer you as tribute, to call Enzo."

@leylayilmz

[emotionlcss]

﹝ closed starter ⇾ @ldyinthewxll ﹞

it had quickly just become part of his routine, heading to the club towards the end of her shift, picking the girl up to safely get her back to his place. enzo knew all too well of the creeps in the world, having dealt with them daily, and the girl was one that he'd fiercely protect. at this point he'd known most of the staff, most of them scared of him - and for good reasons. nodding as he was walking through the front door, making his way to the back, he'd stopped at the door, not wanting to walk inside for the sake of the other workers. instead he had just waited outside until she appeared. ❝ hi pretty girl, how was work? ❞ 

[thickskll]

⸺ * | closed starter for ⎯⎯ @rennisaturate ⸺ * | continued from here.

lorenzo wasn't able to recall being so attached in his previous relationships, he skated through it by doing the bare minimum, showing up to make a mess of things, using his absence to repair the damage and returning to start the cycle again. things felt similar with samantha except there was a strong desire to try - to break the cycle and start with a clean slate. it was like all his mother's warnings had finally come to reality, and lorenzo had truly met his match in samantha. any inkling of her pulling away would have him reaching for her with both hands, desperate and strong in their hold to keep her at his side. "i'm sure we'll keep ourselves busy for a lot longer than a few minutes, liebchen" his words come with a wolfish grin. when they were apart it was only if lorenzo couldn't help it, outside of work commitments and other endeavours, he would become her second shadow if he could. a level of attachment that even surprised those who had known him long enough to witness all those who had come before samantha. "maybe that's what's making it so hard..." he mused after taking a few beats to consider her words. "...we can trial it? and check in with each other after two weeks, and then i'll come and see you?" his suggestion was provisional since there was a high chance he'd cave much sooner than that and charter the first plane to go see her. "mhmm, a small token for you to think of what's waiting for you when you get home" his voice was a lazy mumble, as his eyes slid shut and pleasure skated through his body right down to his lower abdomen. the trail her mouth left on its way to his ear sent another wave of warmth through him. his hands rest on her hips, fingertips digging in hard enough to keep her there. "you can watch it on the nights when you're alone, think of me...know that i'll be thinking of you"

[thefvrious]

@atrickrtreat said -> ❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

Enzo turned his head slowly to look at Cheri, his expression a combination of amusement and mild confusion. "That's a sentence I never expected to hear out loud..." He said, lifting his red plastic cup for a sip of subpar beer. "Tell me more about these fairies and how slutty are they?"

[multistoty]

Clairce Medici

inspired by @bcbliophile

[constellaticnsx]

@babyitsmagic for when you’re back if you want <3

emily pulls her hood down and downs nearly half the water bottle she’s been handed in the wings after making her way offstage before she finally looks up, catching sight of them. a huge grin breaks out across her face as she runs over, crashing into them and wrapping her arms tightly around them. “you’re here! i thought you said you couldn’t make it, but you’re here!” she’s practically squealing in delight as she pulls back, still grinning ear to ear. “i can’t believe you’re actually here!” she hasn’t let go fully, her hands now holding onto their upper arms instead as if they’ll disappear the second she stops making contact with them.

[sxmthingwicked]

continued from your reply. @twistxdtales

Connie took one step back , her head  craning up ward toward Lorenzo. “As much as I’d like to indulge you, we have to stay here.” Connie breathed, placing a hand on his chest. “It’s not the first time and it wont be the last. We can have Thanksgiving at my folks place next time.’’ Connie promised. To any regular person, his behavior would be  more tantrum   like than anything else, but Connie understood. Family could be…frustrating. “Let’s just try and stick around. Please, for me?’’ Connie pouted, pulling her best puppy dog eyes.

[loveofcharacters]

Panting from her morning run, Brooke entered the apartment aiming for the kitchen, "Good Morning," She smiled, still out of breath reaching for a bottle of water, she didn't usually run in the mornings. Though a lot had been on her mind. Enzo's father was still very displeased with their engagement, more specifically how it was announced, so he claims. A week after she said yes, they strategically organized a public statement. She believes her future father-in-law is more angered the announcement was made at all, since he's lost some control over his son. Since their names were in headlines, far more stories or rumours have circulated the tabloids circuit than expected. The one posted this morning was the main source for her out of routine jog. "How long have you been up?" she asked feeling a little more in control of her lungs. “Did you sleep well?” She smiled gently as she reached for a coffee mug, playing the part of someone whose character wasn’t being dragged through the mud on what feels like every social media outlet. She wanted to pretend she hadn't seen the article. It's been her only tactic, pretend it wasn't true. "Oh, I meant to tell you, your assistant told me that we were invited to dinner to celebrate the engagement on Saturday."

@xwhiskeymuses

[onlyxhumn]

@emotionlcss | continued from here.

she kept her head down, trying to avoid eye contact with the new teacher. sonya scribbled on her notebook, taking annotations of important dates and whatnot. but every time she raised her head, she was met with the sight of him, bringing an entirely new flush to her cheeks. even her friend had seemed to notice, but she brushed it off, claiming to have picked a rather warm sweater. by the time the class was over, sonya was glued to her chair. she should have been the first one out the door, avoid this whole mess. but for some reason, she couldn't. maybe because deep down, she wanted to talk to him. alone. "I didn't think it was important to mention it." she paused, eyes meeting the other. "I didn't know you were a teacher. if I had known--" what of it? would she really not have slept with him? just thinking back to it made her body react. she couldn't think about not doing it. even with him being her teacher now, it was well worth it.

[ofprevioustimes]

[ @ofimaginarybeings​ ]

Clarice had tried all day to subdue her anxiety. Arriving in Florence had been overwhelming enough: getting to know her new city, her new house, her new family was a lot to take in in itself… but the thought of meeting Lorenzo for the first time after they’d been marriage unnerved her the most. That they’d been married by proxy made it even stranger. The first and only conversation they ever had before kept coming back to her memory: I told him I would never be wed to anyone… and yet here I am, his wife. God, I hope I’ve done the right thing. Bianca and Lucrezia had introduced her to this new home and made her feel as welcome as they could, but they could only assist her so much when it came to adjusting to all these changes. 

Her private chambers were empty when she entered. Clarice had been a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to receive her - how much easier it would have been - but she knew that Medici business could wait for no one. So after a maid had washed and combed her hair, she climbed on the bed for a moment, thinking. There were so many roles that she’d have to play now… Wife, daughter and sister in-law, a mother at some point in the future, a Medici most of all. It still felt strange to her. Marriage ought to be the natural fate of an Orsini, but she never readied herself for it: the future that she’d planned couldn’t have been more far removed from this life… but she’d agreed to this, and having given her word to her family that she would wed Lorenzo, Clarice refused to look back.

So she tried to make herself comfortable. The mattress was warm and cozy against her back: certainly a good start for her endeavor. The bed seemed to surround her limbs in a maternal embrace and Clarice sighed, closing her eyes. She didn’t know when she’d dozed off once they were open again, but the knocking on the door startled her into an abrupt wakefulness. She combed her fingers through her hair, fixing her veil over her head. Her hands patted the fabric of her gown as she stepped closer to the door, making sure that her appearance was properly fixed before she could open it.

At last he was there, and all she could do was blush, sending her gaze down.

“Lorenzo…”, she said, chuckling timidly. “You were right about this, after all…”

[archxngxl]

Closed Starter

@tcrnadowcrnings

"Yes, of course I want the truth." Lorenzo spoke with a determined tone. He speculated that she did not feel comfortable in this space, or someone said something. That was the thing about rich people, they thought their money bought them the privilege of saying whatever they wanted without consequence. As a rich man himself, Lorenzo never did such things. Respect was something earned, not demanded. "Elena, be honest with me. I can handle it."

[emotionlcss]

﹝closed starter ⇾ @douchebagiism​ ﹞

it was another day of work, collecting on debts some much easier than others but that hadn’t ever stopped lorenzo from getting what was owed to him. he’d dismissed most of his men for the night, telling them to go home, clean up, get their bearings and they would reconvine in the morning. it had  been only him and archie left in lorenzo’s large house. picking up a cloth he’d began to wipe up the nearly dried blood from his hands, only then to hand it over to the other. ❝ you waitin for a job well done or somethin? ❞ the male asked, stern as ever, but after a moment a smile had cracked over his features.

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @honeyedblossom ( enzo & utp ! ) location: the cat's tail, cat cafe

"So this one is called Pickles," Enzo smiled brightly, holding up the small, aggressive looking tabby cat. "She looks a little grumpy, but she's harmless. Will definitely try and steal your cake though."

[felteverywhere]

closed starter for @loveisliquor​

“wait, back up a bit... you’re pissed off at me now? what did i do?”

[halfgrown]

"I'm not like other girls, you know." Charlotte tilts her head to the side, before turning to look at Lorenzo. "I'm better, if I do say so myself." And with that, a stake was procured from her boot. "You've been quite a busy vampire, Mr. Rossi." @rxnatx