#dad! terzo

[kidstemplatte]

broken by love

summary: uncle copi babysits you and terzo’s daughter.

message at the end of the post as usual. please enjoy. 🤍🐁

(this is gonna make me cry)

“Ciao, fratellino!” Terzo greeted his brother, standing in the doorway of the Cardinal’s quarters, holding his little girl, Violetta, in his arms.

“What a lovely surprise!” Copia replied with a grin.

“Sorry I threw this upon you with such short notice, I’m going out with (Y/N) - er- this one’s Mommy tonight.” He said, quickly correcting his mistake as he placed his toddler on the ground.

“Oh no, you are not throwing anything on me at all. I am always happy to see my niece.”

“Alright la mia stellina, your Mama and I will be back tonight. Have fun. Make sure he stays out of trouble.” Terzo said, as if he himself didn’t come out of the womb Satan’s greatest troublemaker.

“I will! Hi, Uncle Copi!” she beamed, jumping up and down in excitement. Violetta loved spending time with her uncle. He was funny and sweet and had lots of cool toys in his room. Not to mention apple juice.

“Alright tesoro, have fun, but do not forget about me. I love you, la mia stellina.” Terzo said, kneeling to the ground and planting kisses all over his daughter’s soft face.

“Bye-bye Papa! I love you!” she waved as her father left the room.

“So, what shall we do?” the Cardinal asked his niece, clapping his hands together and shifting them a bit.

“Can I see your toys?” she asked excitedly, looking up at him with her big round eyes, strikingly akin to yours.

“Eh… My toys?” He asked, a bit confused, until realizing what she was referring to. “Oh, of course!”

Copia was, to put it bluntly, a big fat nerd. The shelves in his office were lined with what he would describe as “artifacts”, figurines and merchandise from various games, films, and comics, which were now old enough to be considered “vintage.” Thinking about that sent a shiver down his spine. Typically, Copia was pained when someone referred to his collectibles as “toys”, but found it utterly adorable in this scenario.

“Right this way!” He announced, crouching down a bit to take her tiny hand in his and lead her towards his office.

Upon entering the room, Violetta gazed up at the various memorabilia in awe, mouth agape. The Cardinal couldn’t lie; it was nice that someone finally showed some appreciation for his collection.

“Can we play?” she asked politely, pointing at the shelves.

In this moment, the value of the figurines meant nothing to him. He would normally become frazzled when someone touched his things, waving his hands frantically while jumbling a plethora of words,

“Nononothesearespecialdonottouchpleaseyouseetheyareworthalotandeverythingisexactlywhereitneedstobeplacedand-“

But she was a well-mannered girl, and beyond that, was far more special than anything on his shelf. Besides, at the unlikely chance she were to break something, it would be a wonderful excuse for him to scroll through eBay and search for a replacement (as well as other trinkets) late into the depths of the night. And if anything were to be broken, it would be broken by love. The best thing to be broken by.

“Sure!” he responded cheerfully, gesturing towards his display and letting her decide which characters would join today’s cast of playtime.

Today’s storyline was rather enthralling. A young and beautiful woman named Collette (a Princess Leia doll) was secretly in love with “Señor Joe”, (a Boba Fett figurine) someone her parents told her she must never speak with. The story ended triumphantly with a beautiful marriage. Copia didn’t know how or when they got there- he remembers Violetta briefly mentioning flying to Brazil on a private jet- maybe a war at one point- but somehow the two figures wound up at a marvelous wedding ceremony on Mars in front of all the Storm Troopers, to which, Violetta triumphantly announced, “The End!”

The Cardinal couldn’t help but wonder what you and Terzo were watching on television that inspired this thrilling plot.

“Wow, that was quite the story!” he said, impressed with his niece’s imagination. “You are very creative, much like your Mama and Papa.”

“Thank you Uncle Copi!” she chirped, practicing the manners you and Terzo taught her.

“Of course.” Copia caught sight of the clock, shocked by how much time had flown by.

“Violetta, it is now a very important time of day.” He announced.

“I already had nap time, Uncle Copi!”

To this, he chuckled, and ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Not nap time, it is feeding time.”

“But I’m not hungry.” She replied.

“Not for you, but for my rats.”

“Rats? You have rats? I want to see! Pleasepleaspleasepleaseplease!” She squealed, shaking her little hands in excitement, a mannerism he observed she shared with you.

“Papa says they are foul creatures plagued with disease!” she said, her bright smile indicating that she clearly had no understanding what any of that meant. For all she knew, that could be a top-tier compliment.

“Do you want to help me feed them?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes!” she agreed as she followed him out the door and down the hall, singing a little song about rats on the way. He might have to write that down.

And there they stood, in all their glory, two little rats in a spacey, well-kept cage, their beady eyes and soft grey fur capturing the little girl’s attention.

“Uncle Copi, they are so cute!!!” Violetta squealed.

“Would you like to hold one?” He asked as he opened the cage, refilling their food bowl.

Violetta got a tad nervous after his proposal, fingers fidgeting with the sides of her dress and her expression shifting to an anxious one.

“They are very sweet. You do not have to hold them if you do not want to, but I promise if you are gentle to them, they will be gentle to you.”

“That makes sense.” Violetta replied after her uncle’s thoughtful explanation. “I want to hold one.” She concluded. “Please.” She added, remembering what she was taught.

Maybe Terzo could learn some manners from his four-year-old daughter.

The Cardinal thought to himself.

“Now, hold your hands out like this.” He explained, cupping his hands with his palms facing up. “Do you want to hold Pesto or Bean?”

The latter name made Violetta giggle.

“Is something funny?” he teased.

“Bean is a funny name.” she replied through giggles, pointing at Bean, the brown rat.

“Okie dokie, one Bean coming right up!”

Copia gently picked up his precious Bean and placed him in Violetta’s hands. She giggled as she looked down on the little rat, so small, so sweet. A little bit like her.

“He is nice.” She said, smiling. “His feet tickle.”

“He is very nice. And sí, they do tickle. One time I was in a very important meeting and I did not notice this little Bean was in my sleeve until I felt him pitter-pattering up my arm and started laughing in front of the entire Clergy. Your Papa was there.” He recalled.

“Really?” Violetta asked.

“As real as real can be.”

“I guess I can’t bring him to school.” she sighed.

“I suppose not. But Bean is highly educated already. Does not need any more schooling.”

“Oh. I see.” she replied.

After some bonding time with Bean, Copia scooped him up and placed him back in his penthouse of a cage.

Bye bye, Bean. Bye bye, Pesto. She said, waving to the little rats.

“Next time you will have to hold Pesto. My bestie, Pestie.”

“Your what?”

“My bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.” he explained nonchalantly.

To this, Violetta did not just giggle. If “Bean” was funny, “Bestie Pestie” was downright hilarious. The little girl started laughing so hard her stomach hurt, rolling on the ground as she repeated “Bestie Pestie.” The sound of the young girl’s laughter brought a newfound lightness in his heart, one that left his heart full but a little bit broken simultaneously. The two of them laughed together on the carpet, sharing what would be a treasured memory even years later.

After recovering from the laughter, Violetta asked,

“Can we play a game? Please? The car one?”

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“That’s how my Papa drives.” Violetta stated bluntly as she sipped on a juice box, pointing at the television screen as she watched her uncle crash the pixelated car in his video game.

Copia chuckled.

“Maybe you can do a better job than me? Your turn again?” He asked, holding out the controller.

“I like to watch. It’s fun.”

“Okie dokie.” Copia said, starting a new round of his game.

But this round was a little bit quieter. There was an absence of conversation. Violetta, exhausted from an afternoon of playing and laughter, fought the urge to fall asleep as her eyes started fluttering shut.

“Copi?” she suddenly said.

“Sí?”

“Are you a Papa?” the girl questioned.

“No, cara mia, that’s your father’s job.” he explained, laughed softly.

“Are you a Papa?”

“I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“Are you somebody’s Papa?”

…

Such a simple question that dug up so many not-so-simple feelings.

“Are you asking if I am a father?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. No, I am not.” He clarified, heart sinking a tad.

“Why not?”

How was he to explain to a four year old that he didn’t have what was considered a prerequisite to a child: a partner? That he was never sure if he would fall in love or that even if he did, there would never be anyone in the world who would love him back? That he wanted to be a Papa more than anything, but his life had not led him to that point?

“I already have my rats, I suppose.”

“You should do it.” Violetta suggested, as if it was a simple thing to accomplish.

“Maybe one day.” he replied, smiling softly.

“You’d be a good Papa.” she sleepily uttered.

“Thank you, Violetta. My brother is very lucky to be your Papa.” He replied, sincerely.

And the sleepy young girl gathered all the energy she had into one final statement before dozing off:

“Love you, Uncle Copi.”

“I love you too, Violetta.”

And she was off to sleep.

Copia carefully stood up, trying not to wake the sleeping girl, and walked to the closet to grab a blanket. He picked up something else as well: a small rat plushie he had been saving for her birthday. He figured he would give it to her now, so she could have a Bestie Pestie of her own. After placing the large blanket over her, he tucked the stuffed animal snugly beside her.

Copia sat beside her on the couch, scrolling online to find a new birthday present for her. He settled on a Barbie airplane that would make a divine private jet for Señor Joe and Colette.

Just after he pressed “order”, he heard a knock on the door and its soft squeak as it opened.

“How cute.” You said quietly, entering his room and seeing your daughter sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Terzo, rather than commenting on the sheer adorableness of his baby girl as he normally would, decided to torment his brother.

“Ay ay ay, I trusted you, mio fratello, with my sweet and precious daughter, only for you to allow her to rot her mind in front of a screen.” Terzo said facetiously, gesturing to the paused television, placing his hand on his forehead with an exaggerated sigh.

Copia, although accustomed to his brother’s persistent sarcasm, was petrified at the idea of rotting his niece’s brain. His facial expression was one of terror, and he immediately began spewing out a plethora of apologies until you gently stepped in.

“Don’t worry about it, Copia.” you affirmed him. “He’s just being Terzo.” you continued, playfully slapping your husband lightly on his arm.

“Is that so bad?” Terzo continued, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” You responded, a smile and a soft blush creeping up on your face as your banter went back and forth, words slurring together.

Yeah, clearly it was a fun and not-so-sober night out. Good for you guys. Being a parent couldn’t be easy.

Noticing Copia awkwardly gazing around the room, you decided to spare your brother-in-law from your flirting, something your husband would never do.

“She always loves spending time with you.” you said, walking up to the couch and scooping your daughter into your arms.

“Aw, what’s this?” you asked, looking down at the cute little rat friend Copia had given to her, kneeling down and picking it up.

“Tell her she now has her own Bestie Pestie.”

“Huh?” Terzo said, raising an eyebrow.

“Pesto. The rat’s name is Pesto. Therefore he is my bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.”

You actually had to pass Violetta over to your husband, still holding on to the stuffed rat, because “Bestie Pestie” on top of the alcohol might make you collapse.

“Bestie Pestie?” you wheezed out, trying desperately not to make too much noise, tears welling up in your eyes as you held onto the wall for support.

Terzo chuckled and rolled his eyes at his dorky little brother.

“Thank you for watching her, Copia.” Terzo said, giving his brother a warm smile.

“Of course. I hope you two had fun.” he replied.

You waved goodbye to the Cardinal, still holding onto the stuffed animal. You might have to share custody of this thing with your daughter.

“Tell Bestie Pestie I said hello.” You said, stumbling out the door, laughing.

As Copia said, Terzo was lucky to be a Papa. Beyond lucky.

But he was also lucky to be something else as well. A brother. Copia’s brother.

And even if Copia’s heart broke a little during his conversation with his niece, envious of his brother and the joy that came with being somebody’s Papa, that would mean it was broken by love.

The best thing to be broken by.

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i wrote this in one day which is utterly insane for me.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i’m so in love with uncle copia, lowkey trying not to cry in public right now, violetta’s story is expanding and new characters are coming!!!

thank you so much for reading!!!

if you have sent me a request, it is coming!!!

<3, alice

[namelessdumbass]

💜🖤

[ghoststar656]

Divine heresy

[mymummydustt]

Mist and terzo <3

[cityofmeliora]

Papa Nihil taught his sons to sing

in the intro talk for "If You Have Ghosts" at Unholy / Unplugged in Baltimore, Terzo talks about how he and Secondo learned this song from Nihil. i think this quote is very interesting because it seems to indicate Nihil was the one who trained his sons in singing and taught them the songs for the band.

PAPA EMERITUS III: [...] But this is something me and my brother were taught by our father. Believe me, there are worse fish in the sea. Yes– Papa's papa. The grandpapa. You will meet him one day, I promise. And he told us, "As long as you have one thing, it's okay, y'all. The whispering walls. The spirits around you. The darkness inside." So he looked at us and said... You know what he said? "If you have ghosts..." Unholy / Unplugged - Baltimore, MD, USA (August 22, 2015)

it's also interesting that this quote seems to imply Secondo and Terzo were trained for the band / were taught songs at the same time, despite the fact that Terzo wouldn't get to be Papa until Secondo's time was up. and i think this might have been the only time Terzo ever mentioned Nihil?

anyway, Nihil being the one to train the Papas in singing actually makes sense considering Nihil's conversations with Cardi in Rite Here Rite Now. though it seems Cardi did not like training with Nihil and either didn't pay attention or skipped lessons.

PAPA EMERITUS IV: I have to learn another song? I don't have time for that right now! You gonna teach me?" […] PAPA NIHIL: I could've been a good teacher. If you would have only trusted my techniques. Rite Here Rite Now (June 2024)

[blackbird5154]

Terzo holds the bouquet like a baby

He's a daddy, I'm telling you 🥹

The whole video

[copias-girl]

Happy Father’s Day to the Papas! ♥︎

I may not have a dad, but these hot old men are the only daddies I’ll ever need <3

[gravehags]

me: time for bed :)

my brain: give terzo a teenage daughter in the curator verse that he knew nothing about until she shows up on the abbey doorstep demanding to see him

me:

[ficandkaboodle]

Terzo is depressed as shit, kinda hates his job, but dammit he’s gotta keep on keeping on so he can give his pretty pretty princess (his ugly-ass cat) the best kitty couture money can buy

[ofthemorningstars]

Once Thought Impossible

TerzOmega ~ Domestic Fluff ~ Resurrection AU

857 words

Ao3 Version

A sweet little moment between Terzo and Omega's growing family, set prior to the birth of their first born.

Content Warning: pregnancy, mpreg(cis)

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Terzo awoke with a start to the sensation of a sharp hit to the ribs. He flailed for a moment, forgetting where he was entirely. Panic struck him as he tried to get his bearings, struggling to pick up anything in the dim light. Please, not the pit, he couldn’t be back in the—

He felt a warm, clawed hand on his arm and flinched.

“Terzo!” Omega called out to him, shaking him gently. Terzo gasped, clinging to Omega’s arm for dear life. “Terzo,” Omega repeated. “I’ve got you, you’re safe. I’ve got you,” he whispered in Terzo’s ear, his arm snaking around to hold him from behind, brushing against his swollen middle. 

All at once, his memories of the last few years came flooding back to him. Twin tear tracks trailed down his face. He was alive. He was safe and with Omega, not only in the realm of the living but carrying new life, new life they’d once thought impossible. One of Terzo’s hands drifted down to his stomach, as though checking that everything was where it should be. A strong kick greeted his touch. Omega continued to soothe him as his breathing returned to normal.

Terzo turned in Omega’s hold, rolling onto his opposite side to face him, moving carefully. It was a harder task now than it was even a month ago, accommodating the weight of a ghoul kit on his slight frame.

This was something that few had done before them, and none without the help of the blackest of magic from some of the most ancient tomes. Primo wasn’t exactly happy to be involved in facilitating someone knocking his little brother up, for all intents and purposes, but after all they went through to bring him back with Terzo, and to bring him back as himself… Primo owed it to them.

It had started with a joke, at first, an accidental slip of the tongue, but when his brother nonchalantly mentioned that yes, ghouls and humans of all sexes had been known to procreate together throughout the centuries with a little help, even cis same sex couples, Terzo had made him regret ever having opened his mouth. He had hounded Primo for weeks, demanding to hear everything he knew about the subject. Eventually, Terzo twisted his arm into helping him and Omega achieve their greatest dream: being parents. It would be their only chance at having a child together, especially with both of their biologies being… incompatible with carrying a child, at least without intervention.

“Omega…” Terzo sighed, relieved. Omega stole the most tender of kisses and wiped away Terzo’s tears with the back of a clawed hand. His other hand made its way to Terzo’s belly, rubbing soothing circles. The attention was quickly met by another flurry of kicks; Omega chuckled into Terzo’s mouth. “You know you’re going to have to stop that if I have any hopes of going back to sleep,” Terzo said as he reluctantly pulled away from the kiss.

“Our little girl sure loves her Daddy, doesn’t she?” Omega laughed, moving down to kiss his husband’s neck, avoiding the deep scars he found there.

“Sì, and she won’t stop pummeling her Papa’s organs until you go away,” Terzo snarked, though his irritation was tempered by gratitude. Gratitude for Omega, for the little girl in question, for being alive at all…

“Do you want me to talk to her?” Omega asked earnestly. Terzo knew what he meant. Their kit, much like her father, was a quintessence ghoul, and so the two of them could communicate in ways that Terzo couldn’t. While it wasn’t exactly speech, at least not yet, Omega could seem to convey emotion and soothe her with his own quintessence. That was how they had learned that Terzo was indeed finally pregnant, after months of trying, when she had first reached out to Omega with her own little mind. Omega had frozen, ears twitching, eyes wide and eventually welling with tears when he realized what it was that he was sensing.

“No, amore, don’t bother her. It’s not her fault she’s excited.” Terzo sighed deeply. Now that he remembered where he was, he couldn’t stop the warmth that was blooming through his chest. “I’m sure I startled her just as much as she startled me.”

“All the more reason to try and calm her down, tesoro,” Omega said softly, his hand still firmly planted on Terzo’s rounded middle, skin to skin under the nightshirt that Terzo had stolen from him. Terzo hesitated, then nodded, a hand moving to tangle in Omega’s hair.

Omega shifted down the bed until he lay with his head at level with Terzo’s stomach, pressing a kiss to it. The movements intensified. Omega began to hum quietly to them both; Terzo felt a wave of peace wash over him, and knew it was affecting her as well as she began to slow. He wanted to stay in this moment, to cherish every second of their time as a young family that they swore they’d never get, but his eyelids were getting heavy. He soon drifted off into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

[rerukanobaka]

compilation!

[kidstemplatte]

my everything

pairing: terzo/fem! reader

summary: you and terzo welcome your son into the world, introducing him to your daughter and the rest of the emeritus family.

(check out my masterlist to hear more about stories involving violetta and dad terzo! message at the end as per usual. please enjoy!)

On October 13th at 11:57 pm, your son Vincenzo Everett Emeritus , or simply, Vinnie, was born. The process went smoothly, with your loving husband Terzo by your side at each second, whispering words of encouragement in your ear as you powered through the pain. He never failed to be blown away by you and your strength. Having a daughter already amped up his feminist game a hefty amount, but seeing you give birth twice raised the stakes even more. He loved his two girls more than anything. You were the light of his life, the reason he woke up in the morning, what motivated him to become a better husband, father, brother, son, and person. But he had to admit, he was thrilled to be having a son. It was expected of the Emeritus family to produce an heir, but he wanted to make it very clear to his son that his existence was not one that came about as a result of expectations, but love.

As the nurse placed your newborn into your arms, you felt a sense of euphoria that you did not get to experience after your first birth; your daughter was rushed out of the hospital room before you could even catch sight of her. There was no other feeling like holding your son for the first time. It was like every emotion into the world had flooded your senses all at once; joy, anger, sadness, grief, confusion, excitement. It was a beautiful sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your soul was aching with nothing but love for the baby in your arms. He was so small, so precious, so perfect. Teeny tiny. You wondered if he would share his height with his Papa. Black hair barely visible on the top of his head, his cheeks rosy and supple.

And just as you thought he couldn’t become even more perfect, he opened his eyes for the first time. His right eye was a hazy green, his left a ghostly white. You nearly gasped.

“Terzo, Terzo- look.”

You passed your baby into your husband’s arms, and as Terzo looked his son in the eyes for the very first time, tears welled up in the eyes they both shared.

“Hi. Hi, little one.” He choked out. “Your Papa loves you very much.” Terzo held a finger out above his son and watched in awe as the newborn wrapped his tiny hand around it.

“He loves you already.” You said, a weary smile draped on your face.

“I’m afraid I might love him more. And that I always will.”

You two sat in silence for a moment as he gazed upon the new life you had created.

“Y/N?” he said.

“Terzo?”

“You are incredible.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

“You did this.” He said, his gaze returning to his son in his arms.

“Having a baby? I don’t know. I mean, people do it every day.”

“That does not make it any less amazing.” He remarked, a twinkle in his eye.

“But you’re amazing too. You deserve some credit. You’ve been here for me this whole time.” You replied, honestly.

“You are so sweet. But please, take this, amore mio.”

“Okay. Thank you.” You said, finally accepting his praise.

“Thank you, cara mia. For being my everything. The best wife and mother ever to exist.”

“I love you.” You said tenderly to your husband.

“I love you too.”

“Hi, Vinnie.” You whispered as Terzo placed him back into your arms, where he rested comfortably on your chest.

He let out an adorable little gurgle, as if he was trying to say “Hi” back.

“Are you excited to meet your family? Your sister is so excited to meet you, little Vinnie.” You cooed at your son, eagerly awaiting your discharge from the hospital, longing to bring him home.

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Meanwhile, Violetta and her Uncle Copi sat together on the couch, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new baby. One thing about Violetta: She loved asking questions. Questions that were sometimes best left unanswered.

“Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Where do babies come from?”

“Eh…” Copia, not quite sure how to respond to this question, awkwardly trailed off. “I, uh…”

“You don’t know?”

“Well, eh, I’m not sure.”

“Who knows then?” she carried on.

“Only Satan himself, I suppose.”

“Oh. Okay.” That seemed to satisfy her. “Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Do you think I will be a good big sister?”

“You? You, my little flower, will be the best big sister. Best niece, best daughter, and now, the best sister.”

“You’re the best uncle ever.”

“Aw, thank you, Violetta.” He said, his heart nearly melting. “But do not forget your Zio Primo and Secondo. They love you very much. They are the best uncles too.”

“Yes. Primo is nice. Secondo is funny. Not very smiley though.” She said, mimicking his permanent frown.

“That is a very good impression.” Copi chuckled. “You are a very funny girl.”

“Uncle Copi?” she repeated.

“Si?”

This was not a question, but a statement.

“You’re my best friend.” She said.

Copia smiled, tears threatening to escape his painted eyes.

“And you are mine.” He returned.

“Forever?” Violetta held out her pinky finger, which was equivalent to a swear. In toddler language, as well as Copia’s.

“Forever. I promise.” The Cardinal swore, latching his pinky finger onto hers to form a sacred pinky promise.

“Good.”

Suddenly the doorknob rattled, making Violetta immediately jolt up in her seat.

“I think they are here, Violetta…” Copia smiled.

The door opened, Terzo entering the quarters with a baby carrier in hand, you following behind.

“Here, let me help you.” Copia said, standing up and walking over to assist you and Terzo.

Terzo handed the baby carrier to his brother, and held the door open for you, as you were still recovering. Violetta was so excited at the sight of her parents she just about leaped off of the couch, running to greet her Mama and Papa.

“Mama! Papa!” Your daughter squealed.

“Oh, la mia stellina, how we missed you.” Terzo said, scooping his daughter up and kissing all over her face as she giggled.

“Mommy! Hi, Mommy!” she said, waving to you as she sat in Terzo’s arms.

“Hi, baby.” You said. “Come here.”

You joined them, wrapping your arms around your daughter and husband, kissing her on the forehead before sharing a quick peck with your husband.

Meanwhile, Copia sat beside his nephew. He peered into the carrier, heart seeping with joy as he looked at the newborn.

“Violetta, say hi your fratellino, Vinnie.” Terzo said, gently setting her down.

Violetta trotted over to the couch, standing in front of her baby brother.

“Be very gentle, okay, principessa?” Terzo said.

“Yes, Papa.” She nodded. The little girl’s face lit up with glee as she peeked at the infant under the pile of blankets.

“He’s so small.” she observed. “And cute.”

Suddenly, Vinnie began to open his little eyes.

And that was the moment Violetta met eyes with her baby brother for the first time, his green and white-

Wait.

Violetta then made a revolutionary discovery.

Mouth agape, Violetta exclaimed, “They don’t match!” Violetta excitedly looked from Vinnie’s eyes and then to her Papa’s, and back to her baby brother. “They match!” she exclaimed, pointing from Vinnie to her father. “They match because they don’t match! Uh…” Violetta rambled, uncertain of how to explain her revelation.

“Yes, Violetta.” you laughed. “He has the same eyes as your Papa.”

Violetta turned to her uncle, eager to explain this phenomenon to him.

“Uncle Copi, look! They-“

Wait.

His eyes also matched. They didn’t match. They matched because they didn’t match. They all matched. Because they didn’t match. Which made them match.

“You match!” She proclaimed to her uncle. “Because- because they-“

She was so cute.

“Your Papa, Uncle Copi, and Vinnie all have the same mismatched eyes. Isn’t that amazing?” You assisted her.

“Yeah!” She chirped. “But why don’t I?” she said, slightly dejected, but mostly confused.

“Because your eyes match your Mommy’s.” Terzo explained.

“No way! We match, Mommy!” she exclaimed, looking up at you, before looking back down at her brother. “Hi Vinnie,” She whispered. “I’m Violetta. I’m your big sister”

Taking a seat on the couch, you reached inside the carrier to hold your son.

“There we go.” You said, cradling him to your chest. “Hi, baby.”

Violetta crawled beside you on the couch, before Terzo picked her up and sat in her spot, placing her on his lap as she giggled.

You all sat on the couch for a bit, before hearing a knock on the door.

“Oh. That must be Primo and Secondo.” Copia announced, walking to the door and opening it.

“Ciao, fratelli!” Terzo mused, waving at his brothers. “Come say hello to your nephew!”

“And me!” Violetta chimed in.

“Hello, Violetta. How is your baby brother doing?” Primo said, walking over to the couch as he ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Good! He’s so cute. I love him so much.” she gushed.

“Molto bene.” He said, smiling and looking down at his nephew in your arms. You are right, he is very cute. Congratulations, you two.” He said, gazing to you and Terzo.

“Thank you, Primo.” you responded, as Secondo stood beside him.

“I see he has the signature green and white eyes as well.” Secondo remarked.

“Yeah!” Violetta jumped in, excitedly looking her Uncle Secondo in his eyes. “Isn’t it cool-“

Wait.

Before she could even continue, you, Terzo, and Copia started laughing.

“Yes, Violetta, all their eyes match.” You explained once again. “And Primo’s do too.”

“Oh. I get it.” She replied.

“I brought some things for you and Vinnie, no need to open them now, I placed them by the door.” Primo informed you, gesturing to a basket sitting on a nearby coffee table.

“Oh, thank you so much!” You said to him.

He nodded with a soft grin.

You really were lucky to be part of such a loyal family.

•✧•

After putting Violetta to bed and Vinnie in the crib beside you, Terzo assisted you in getting into bed yourself, letting out a sigh of relief as you sat against the large pillows.

“How are you feeling, amore mio?” Terzo asked, sitting beside you and tracing his fingers up and down your arm.

You paused. You weren’t doing bad at all. In fact, you were doing well. But there was no doubt that you were flooded with emotions, the past 48 hours had been insane. You had a baby, for Satan’s sake. But that question always had a way of drawing tears out of you when you least wanted it to.

“… I’m okay.” You squeaked, your throat tightening up.

“Oh, tesoro, It’s okay. Come here.” He reassured you, as you fell into his arms, letting the tears come out.

“Sorry. It’s just, it’s a lot, you know.” You croaked.

“Yes, it is a lot. You are doing an amazing job. You are the best mother ever. The best wife ever.” He said, kissing you on the side of your head.

“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love you.”

“I love you too, cara mia.” He replied, wiping the tears from your face. “Let’s see what my brothers got for us, okay? I’ll be right back.” You nodded as he briefly exited the room and returned with the basket in hand.

The first thing you noticed was a jar of beautiful vibrant flowers, with a note attached, reading: “October birth flowers, Marigold and Cosmos.”

How sweet. You would be sure to put those in the nursery tomorrow. The care package was incredibly thoughtful, Primo had definitely put a lot of time in it. You looked through the basket, finding many lovely things: a candle, essential oils, body salve, to name a few. But what shocked you was a beige envelope, adorned not with Primo’s handwriting, but someone else’s, addressed to you. Not Terzo, just you. It must be Secondo. You figured he had already shared some words with Terzo previously. You opened the envelope to find a piece of parchment, covered in decadent cursive.

Y/N,

Congratulations on the arrival of your newest child. You are quite a remarkable person. Not only for being able to put up with my fratellino, but for making him so happy. I have never seen my brother light up the way he does when he speaks of you, Violetta, and now, Vincenzo. The light you bring does not go unnoticed. Let me know if you need anything throughout this journey. It is an honor to have you as a part of the Emeritus family.

-Secondo

Wow. That was a heartfelt note from someone as stern as Secondo. You smiled fondly at his kind words.

“What was that?” Your husband asked.

“Just a little note from Secondo.” You responded, placing it in your nightstand drawer.

Terzo smiled. “How nice.”

Terzo looked at you, his eyes beaming with love and adoration. He was so proud, so proud of you and the family you two had created, the life he now had that he didn’t even know was possible. One full of joy and love and contentment.

“Now, let’s get my beautiful wife some rest, shall we?”

“Yes please.” You agreed, utterly exhausted and sleep-deprived.

You turned off the lamp beside your bed, you two snuggling deep underneath the covers as you let out a soft noise while getting comfortable. Terzo whispered words of adoration in your ear as he knew you loved, gently stroking your hair as he laid beside you.

“I love you so much, mio angelo. The only angel I will ever believe in. My beautiful, sweet wife. I love you. I love you. I love you.” He said, kissing your head between each proclamation.

“I love you too, Terzo.” You sleepily mumbled, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

└── •✧• ──┘

YAYYYYY!!!

this took so long, it was longer than i thought it was going to be!!!

(violetta and vinnie have the same initials. isn’t that cute?)

and there’s more uncle copi in this!!!! aghhhh i can’t get enough of him!!😭

i hope you enjoyed, more dad terzo is coming as well as terzo/reader!!

i love you so much, thank you for reading!!!

<3, alice

[terzoemeriiitus]

Every Rose Has Its Thorn - Masterlist

Childhood friends to enemies, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, slowburn, romance, angst, eventual smut.

⭑ Pairing: Terzo x OC Female Character

⭑ Genre: slowburn romance

⭑ Warnings: Mention of death, smut, depression

Word Count: 3.1k

Rose and Terzo. The childhood best friends who were destined for each other; everyone could see it.

But their seemingly unbreakable bond was shattered, and the friendship they swore would last a lifetime crumbled amidst the struggles of their teenage years. After a failed romance, the two of them went their separate ways. Rose was a high-flying scholar, studying multiple degrees in her home town of France. Whilst the death of Terzo’s mother left him a hollow, empty shell of the man he used to be.

Now reunited by duty, Rose returns to the ministry not just as his assistant- but volunteering as his pretend Prime Mover. As they return to his mother’s abandoned villa in Sicily, where they once spent sun-drenched summers as children, the past unearths old memories, buried grief, and love that might not have died after all.

Were they always meant to fall apart, or is love worth the thorns along the way?

Chapter Index

Prologue

Chapter One

[imyourrockbaby]

Turn away I'm having more seahorse dad Terzo thoughts

What if the period Terzo spent in Poland was, among other reasons, to hide his pregnancy from the Clergy? Like when he got to the stage when the belly was getting visible and he risked being found out.

Then towards the end of the third trimester, Omega travels to Poland, telling the others it was a business trip, just to see his little one come to the world~

[zomb13queen]

Out of all the Papas, which one would be the best father??

Probably Primo tbh. Like let's be honest here, Secondo and Terzo are busy slutting it up [affectionate], and Copia is a man child [also affectionate].

[sister-kym]

Another trans!Terzo x Omega parenthood HC because: I'm on a baby mood today

When Omega first held the baby in his arms, his first instinct was to lick all over him, like ghoul parents do with their newborn kits. Terzo was like "WTF?" when he saw Omega licking their poor son, but later thought it was cute, after all it's his way of showing love.