#Terzo x alessandra

[copiousloverofcopia]

You know those funny TikTok’s and vines of kids getting stuck in things (Like this)? Literally cannot stop thinking about how funny it would be for the papa’s kids to get themselves in that situation while their prim mover is away, so they have to deal with it alone; lots of crying and a frantic phone call to mom ensue.

When the Cats Away

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Terzo ran down to Secondo's office, his brow covered in sweat and his face full of concern. He was disheveled—hair messy and his shirt only half tucked into his trousers, clearly worse for wear. It had been only a day since Prime Mover Alessandra left for her trip with some of the ghoulettes, leaving him "in charge" and already things were taking a wrong turn. As he entered the doorway, Secondo looked up over his glasses at him. Staring at him confused from behind the paperwork within his hand.

"Fratello...Do not ask questions, but I need you to come with me right now." Terzo panted, having run himself there.

"Oh Satanas, what have you done? It's been less than two days fratellino…sweet Satan." Secondo muttered under his breath, pulling himself out of his chair. He followed Terzo down the hall, the two of them making their way up the stairs to the library. Upon entering, it became quite evident as to what the issue is at hand. Somehow little Dante, now only 2 years old, has managed to get his head caught in between the bars of the rod iron staircase that led to the second level of the library.

The boy was glistening, covered in something on his head and shoulders, his older sister sitting beside him as they attempted to continue to play on the steps. Both children, seeming to be unaffected by the predicament. A comical sight to be sure for the bystanders, but Terzo looked as if his own life lay on the chopping block.

"I have tried everything! I've pulled on the bars, I've pulled on him, I tried wedging them open, even used butter—"

"Oh so that's what that is." Secondo laughed.

"This isn't funny Secondo! I have no idea what I'm doing and I can't get him out!" Terzo chided, clearly he was very upset. Dante was sitting on the steps, laughing it up with Mena. The two children, still acting as if nothing was wrong while their Father and zio quarreled over the best course of action. Terzo ran his hand through his dampened hair, struggling with what to do next.

"What is uh…going on in here?" Copia asked, as he adjusted the hem of his crisp blue and golden Papal robes. He had been on his way out for a photo shoot when he heard the commotion, deciding to investigate.

"The stronzo has managed to let one of the bambinos get their head stuck in the stairs…pft…" Secondo huffed. Terzo, raising his brows at him.

"Maybe I should grab Primo, sí?" Copia suggested, his head tilting to look past the brothers to the littles ones blissfully unaware of the drama as they played. Dante's head, still firmly between the bars.

"Eccellente Papa, if you would please." Terzo begged. Copia nodded, heading back out the double doors. As the new Papa disappeared, Terzo took a moment to check on the kids, Secondo groaning as they waited eagerly for Copia's return. He checked his pocket watch, the time passing slower than he would like as he stood there, poor Terzo running his thumb over Dante's sweet cheeks as he assured him everything would be alright.

"Tsk tsk tsk…" Secondo said, full of arrogance and the judgemental countenance he was known for. Terzo turned to face him, the bags under his eyes rivaling that of Copia's as he thought about things. He was truly lost without Alé by his side, it was true. He was frustrated and needed help, Secondo's arrogance quickly making him regret his decision to involve him.

"What?" He asked Secondo, holding back the urge to smack him. Terzo's teeth clenched and his tolerance for his elder brother's judgment waning thin.

"You're hopeless without your Prime Mover, you know that?" He asked him, Secondo's fingers rubbing at his mustache.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion stronzo. You wouldn't know anything anyway...It's not easy having children."

"Oh I know, but I love watching you do it. It amused me…hmmm and now she carries a third. You think you're going to be able to handle it?" Secondo's laugh, bellowing amongst the ancient scrolls and texts that lined the walls that surrounded them. Terzo shrugged off his comments. Secondo could be a bastard at the best of times, while he knew it was only some ribbing, he couldn't help but be upset. He loved Alé and she loved him but he was a mess without her. Even more importantly was just how much he loved and adored his children.

What if Secondo was right? What if he couldn't handle another when the time came? What if he was already in over his head with just the two? Alé hadn't been gone long at all and already he'd managed to let his son trap himself in a precarious spot, maybe he was not cut out for this afterall.

Suddenly Copia and Primo appeared in the library's foyer. Primo wore a huge grin across his face, his head topped with his favorite sun hat, clearly having been working out in his garden. "What's with the grin old man?" Terzo asked him.

"Ah you don't remember fratellino? You did this to me once upon a time, on this same staircase." Primo chuckled. Terzo turned red, laughing a bit as he realized his son was very much like himself as a child. Willful and daring, traits both his kids had managed to possess, of course they were a handful. Terzo realizing that he should be less surprised at their shenanigans.

From within the nervous laughter came the sound of ringing. Terzo's cell phone lighting up to announce a call coming in—it was Alé. "Oh Alè! Il mio amore, la mia vita, il mio mondo... sono così felice che tu abbia chiamato." Terzo cried as he put Alessandra on speaker phone.

"Terz, what's going on?" She asked him, clearly having stumbled upon him in a moment of panic. Terzo swallowed back hard, the sounds of the children giggling behind him. His brothers stood arms crossed waiting for his confession as Copia's eyes began darting around between them.

"Dante…Dante got his head stuck in the rails of the stairs in the library and I don't know what to do. I've been trying for over an hour to get him out!" The words, pouring from Terzo's lips as he confessed. It got quiet a moment, when suddenly there was a roar of laughter on the other line. All of the men standing around, confused and eyebrows raised at her response.

"My love you are hopeless, but I adore you." Alé said, her voice not angry or stern, but full of joy and amusement.

"You're…you're not mad?" Terzo asked her, looking around at the others as he shrugged in disbelief. All of them shrugging with him, confused as to why she'd not scolded him for his incompetence.

"No, he does this all the time." She responded, trying to stop herself from laughing once more.

"He does?" Terzo sighed.

"Yes, just have him relax and drop his shoulders and he'll pull right out." Alé said.

"Unlike someone else we know." Secondo snickered, Primo wacking him in the shoulder. Terzo felt such relief, as soon as he did what his Prime Mover suggested, his little one was free—taking off in a flash with his sister, hand in hand as they searched for new trouble.

"Thank you amore, I swear I can't not live without you. When uh…when will you be home again?" Terzo asked, an anxious grin on his face.

"Tomorrow morning and Terzo…don't be too hard on yourself ok." Alé giggled. Terzo's grin turned soft, he absolutely loved this woman with every fiber of his being and in the moment was yet another reminder of why.

"Ok." He exhaled, feeling a sense of contentment, knowing she would soon return to him.

"Ok see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too." Terzo replied, hearing the other line hang up. "Phew…"

"Everything ok?" Copia asked.

"I think so…and you were right Secondo…I couldn't do this without her. They are so rambunctious, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Terzo smiled.

"Well you know what they say, 'While the cat's away the mice will play' fratellino". Primo said as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Oh boy don't I know it."

Notes:

oh Alè! Il mio amore, la mia vita, il mio mondo... sono così felice che tu abbia chiamato. -oh Alé! My love, my life, my world... I am so glad you called.

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Il mio lavoro Ritorni è parte di Sciame Project.

Il progetto nasce dall’esposizione annuale d’arte contemporanea Lucisorgenti, iniziativa ideata nel 2008 da Franco Troiani a sostegno dei giovani artisti, la cui X edizione è stata interrotta a causa del terremoto che ha colpito il centro Italia nel 2016.

SciameProject, fondato da Miriam Montani, è una pagina web, una raccolta di pensieri e opere di oltre cento partecipanti tra artisti, curatori, critici, operatori culturali e voci sul territorio.

Impermanenza, Memoria, Abitare, Disabitare, Radicamento, Sradicamento e Motus sono le tematiche affrontate, scandagliate dal terremoto come causa ed effetto. SciameProject si pone come contributo immateriale per far rigermogliare la materia ceduta, in un momento in cui ci troviamo nel punto di scegliere se disabitare la terra o radicarci ancora, con tutte le forze sensibili.

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Fabio Giorgi Alberti, Marta Allegri, Francesco Amato, Bruno Amplatz, Marco Andrighetto, Claudia Angrisani, Daniela Ardiri, Alexo Athanasios, Sara Baggini, Giulia Maria Belli, Stefano Baldinelli, Rob Van Den Berg, Elisa Bertaglia, Bianco-Valente, Marta Bichisao, Jaspal Birdi, Sofia Bonato, Federico Borroni, Thomas Braida, Giovanni Sartoti Braido, Gianluca Brando, Annarosa Buttarelli, Alessandra Caccia, Gruppo Cairn, Cristina Calderoni, Riccardo Caldura, Simone Cametti, Chiara Campanile, Tiziano Campi, Lucilla Candeloro, Francesco Capponi, Daniele Capra, Sauro Cardinali, Simone Carraro, Tommaso Ceccanti, Giorgia Cereda, Francesco Ciavaglioli, Adelaide Cioni, Nicola Cisternino, Luca Clabot, Jonathan Colombo, Irene Sofia Comi, Isabel Consigliere, Corale, Cristina Cusani, Gabriella Dalesio, Maria Elisa D’Andrea, Emanuele De Donno, Matilde Di Pietropaolo, Maurizio Donzelli, Simone Doria, Arthur Duff, Léa Dumayet, Chiara Enzo, Tommaso Faraci, Silvia Faresin, Diana Ferrara, Giulia Filippi, Penzo+Fiore, Danilo Fiorucci, Roberta Franchetto, Enej Gala, Benedetta Galli, Elisa Gambino, Maria Luigia Giuffrè, Maddalena Granziera, Aldo Grazzi, Gabriele Grones, Silvia Hell, Interno3, Myriam Laplante, Virginia Di Lazzaro, Iva Lulashi, Annamaria Maccapani, Rita Mandolini, Valerio Magrelli, Fabio Mariani, Luca Marignoni, Nereo Marulli, Alice Mazzarella, Stefania Mazzola, Vittoria Mazzoni, Cecilia Metelli, Leila Mirzakhani, Montanari Testoni Norcia-Cascia, Miriam Montani, Jessica Moroni, Francesca Mussi, Aran Ndimurwanko, Valerio Niccacci, Matteo Nuti, Laura Omacini, Mattia Pajè, Monica Palma, Valeria Palombini, Federica Partinico, Laura P, Ugo Piccioni, Mary Pola, Gianluca Quaglia, Emanuele Resce, Sofia Ricciardi, Paolo Romani, Maria Diletta Rondoni, Marco Rossetti, Antonio Rossi, Elisa Rossi, Marotta & Russo, Giulia Sacchetto, Carlo Sala, Gabriele Salvaterra, Matilde Sambo, Michele Santi, Thomas Scalco, Sa Paradura (fotografie di Massimo Chiappini, testo di Alessia Nicoletti), Sachi Satomi, Carlo Scarpa, Catia Schievano, Alice Schivardi, Davide Serpetti, Nicolò Masiero Sgrinzatto, Hsing-Chun Shih, Davide Silvioli,Thoms Soardi, Meri Tancredi, Sio Takahaschi, Eva Chiara Trevisan, Cristina Treppo, Carmine Tornincasa, Franco Troiani, Sacha Turchi, Matteo Valerio, Silvia Vendramel, Alberto Venturini, Matteo Vettorello, Luigi Viola, Medina Zabo, Andreas Zampella, Vincenzo Zancana, Karin Zrinjski.

In occasione del terzo anniversario del terremoto che ha colpito il centro Italia, il 30 ottobre 2019  SciameProject è ospite al MACRO ASILO per una presentazione e talk con i partecipanti presenti.

Programma della giornata:

10.00 – 10.30: colazione di benvenuto

10.30- 10.50/11.00: introduzione del progetto e degli artisti che prenderanno parola, verrà inoltre annunciato il preludio di un nuovo progetto all’interno di SciameProject (“Sciame Mobile Residence”, ideato insieme a Athanasios Stefano Alexo, Stella Stefani, Karin Zrinjskj, Vincenzo Zancana, Andreas Zampella).

11.00- 13.00 Talk con: Elisa Bertaglia (artista), Jaspal Birdi (artista), Alessandra Caccia (artista), Isabel Consigliere (artista), Cristina Cusani (artista), Emanuele de Donno (curatore, autore, editore Viaindustriae), Giulia Filippi (artista), Maddalena Granziera (artista), Gabriele Grones (artista) Myriam Laplante (artista), Rita Mandolini (artista), Fabio Mariani (artista), Alice Mazzarella (artista), #VittoriaMazzoni (artista), Mary Pola (artista), Francesca Mussi (artista), Matteo Nuti (artista), Gianluca Quaglia (artista), Emanuele Resce (artisti), Davide Serpetti (artista), Comitato Sa Paradura (Cascia), Davide Silvioli (curatore), Franco Troiani (artista), Luigi Viola (artista), Medina Zabo (artista), Vincenzo Zancana (artista).

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[captaingrebelguf]

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

[copiousloverofcopia]

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.

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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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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!”

TBC...?

Okay like this is the same one that I just answered I think I'm like pretty certain and I definitely spoke my piece on that I fucking love it who are you I need to know lol.

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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.”

O m g I absolutely love this!

Is this like fanfiction fiction like did my fan fic get fanficed🤔

Either way I fucking love it and I need to know who you are and also like this is headcanon now for my fanfiction. This happened in the Terzo x Alé universe just saying.... Also the line about making number 3, abso-fucking-lutely.

That man literally cannot control himself. Like once he got started he just kept going. Alé's going to have to put her foot down at some point.

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Snippet request: Papa Terzo introducing his daughter to his brothers for the first time??

Always happy to write some Terzo and Alessandra snippets Anon!

Here you go!

Also available here on AO3!

**WARNING spoilers for Tied As One Eternally fic!!!**

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No Worries There

"Now you have all washed your hands, si? Let me see them." Terzo ordered, Primo and Secondo side eyeing each other as they stood before him, just outside the doorway of his Papal suite.

"Don't you think you're being a bit too cautious Terzo?" Secondo said, his eyebrow raised and the look on his face–seething with annoyance. Primo cleared his throat, an action he'd done a million times before, Terzo’s ears piqued to the sound. 

"Wait, you are not sick are you? I swear if one of you stronzos gets my little bambina ill I will rain hellfire down on you." Terzo huffed. 

"Relax fratellino, I am an old man, I make all manner of sounds…now let us see our nipote." Primo scoffed. Terzo was cautious, little Filomena was only a day old and with all he'd been through in the last several months and weeks down to the chaos of the last few days—Terzo wanted to make sure everything was in order. Terzo nodded his head, swallowing back his nerves and moving from the doorway to let his brothers inside. Terzo followed them in as they made their way to the bedroom. 

“Are you ready cara?” he asked Alé , peeking through the opening in the door. 

“Yes, let them in, she’s awake.” Alessandra smiled, the small bundle in her arms gently wiggling. Terzo, Secondo, and Primo all stepped inside the room. The sun was shining past the drapes, bathing Alé and the child in a golden light. Terzo took the infant from her mother and smiled down at her, cooing away in his arms. 

“Which of you wants to go first?” he asked, Primo raising a hand to volunteer. Terzo had the two of them sit on a sofa just off to the side of the room. A comfortable spot to spend their quality time together.  Primo raised his arms, holding them out for Terzo to give him his niece for the very first time. Terzo carefully set her down in Primo’s embrace. 

“She is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Alessandra you did such a wonderful job.” Primo praised, his eyes filling with tears of joy.  

“Hey! I helped!” Terzo whined, Alé laughing at him as he did. Primo held little Filomena close, gazing down into her beautiful eyes–the Emeritus lineage evident in their mismatched appearance, her tiny little finger holding on to his. 

“You are just starting out piccola, you are in it for the long haul…” Primo began, looking at Filomena as if he would tell her the secrets of the universe. Terzo and Alessandra watched, overjoyed at the family they worked so hard to create. Secondo, glancing over the child as Primo showered her with affection. Several minutes later Terzo got up and walked over to them, having become much more relaxed now than before. 

“Alright Mena, let’s let Zio Secondo have a turn, si?” he suggested, Primo smiling and Secondo���s eyes widening.

“I don’t know…” Secondo protested as Terzo insistently laid the baby in his brother’s arms. Secondo stiffened, looking entirely too uncomfortable, little Filomena beginning to fuss.

“Do not let your Zio Secondo scare you Mena, his bark is worse than his bite.” Terzo laughed, Alessandra and Primo joining in. Secondo furrowed his brows, his lips pressed tight as he settled with his niece in his arms. When the infant began to cry, Secondo instinctively began to bounce her gently, swaying a bit in the sofa as he did. Only a few moments later, little Filomena calmed and had fallen blissfully asleep in his arms.    

“Are you crying?” Terzo asked, noticing the glossing of Secondo’s eyes as he watched the baby sleep.

“No! I have paint in my eye, you stronzo.” Secondo protested, “Now be quiet or you’ll wake her.”  

“Regret not having one of your own Secondo?” Alé teased him, a gentle smile on her face. Secondo looked over to her, the glimmer of a smile promised on his face.

“Wouldn’t go that far. I will leave that to the two of you.” Secondo replied. Terzo sat beside Alessandra in the bed, pulling her close, caressing her cheek then kissing her deeply.

Terzo couldn’t help but feel blessed by Lucifer himself. The overwhelming feeling of love he felt in this moment as he watched his brothers with his newborn daughter, with his Prime Mover at his side—a happiness unlike anything else. He looked over to Secondo holding Mena and then back at Alé before he spoke again. 

 “No worries there.” 

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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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Hey belly worship Anon... I see you and I can absolutely work that into a Terzo x Alessandra Ghost fic....

God knows Terzo absolutely adores Alé pregnant...hence all the kids 😅😅😅

**edit**

However if you were thinking more of a terzo x reader fic with that just let me know 😈

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Where do you get your story ideas from??

Lol ummm well it depends on the story.

I have written fics with very specific readers in mind such as friends or commissioners so that of course plays a role in how I work a story.

Also when someone requests things I try to figure out a way to work them with my imagination which can sometimes be crazy lol

I use my own desires, wishes, wants, imagination etc to write them but otherwise I base them on things I already know or have done...

Like if you want in on a little secret, Terzo x Alessandra is essentially Ren x My "Papa" lol if you catch my drift. 🤫

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It's ya girl with another 🍃 thought. As I'm cleaning and blasting music, I can't help but think of Terzo serenading belty 80's ballads to his PM. He's not a bad housewife: he folds laundry, he cleans counters, and puts away dishes; but then grabs the salad tongs and uses them as a microphone to serenade his beloved. Yes, he even does it to his brothers (mostly Secondo, whom he *loves* to torment) if they're nearby.

Thanks for listening. 😘

I love this. Secondo would absolutely hate it lololol.

This kinda shit is why Ale has gotten pregnant so much. How can you resist that sweet, handsome, quirky yet charming shit lol

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Okay. Hi. It's-a me. ✨

I can't get Mena having special powers out of my noggin. (Thanks for that, Ren.)

But now I'm also picturing Terzo's family around their breakfast nook-thing and Mena stops mid-sentence, turns her focus to an empty space in the room, and just starts a new full-on conversation with apparently no one. I think Terzo would be terrified. Proud, but terrified.

#MediumMena

Listen Mena is very special ok 😜

That specialness might make an appearance in the next Terzo x Alessandra fic I write. 💗

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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!

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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

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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