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[reminiscingtonight]

And The Things You'd Do

Lia Wälti x Russo!Reader (Alessia Russo & Russo!Reader + Kyra Cooney-Cross & Russo!Reader)

Word Count: 1.4k

The Thing About Families (Part One) // That's How You Know It's Home (Part Three)

[WOSO Masterlist]

It’s the shuffling of feet that draws your attention. 

You’re off stretching on the side of the field. Having just come back from injury, you’ve been approved for some light training and warm-ups while the other girls do their own drills. You’ve been doing alright all by your lonesome, so you’re surprised to see the Australian girl approaching. 

You’re quick to narrow your eyes at the sheepish look on her face.

“What is it?”

Kyra turns and you instantly see the problem. She tries to wiggle her arm, one sleeve somehow caught underneath her pinnie. “I’m stuck.”

Sighing, you jerk your head at her. “C’mere.”

The young girl brightens up at your command, dutifully rushing to your side before allowing you to free her from her self-made prison. 

“Go on,” you chuckle when she finally pops free. 

Kyra lets out a whoop before sprinting back towards the other girls.

You’re smiling fondly at her departing figure when you hear a familiar drawl.

“Thought you were getting sick of her.”

You roll your eyes. “Please. I had to grow up with you, Gio, and Luca. Kyra’s a breeze compared to you lot.”

Alessia lets out an offended squawk. “You take that back!”

You raise an eyebrow at her raised arm and Alessia freezes. She gives you a grin, quickly recycling her plans to give you a noogie. “Sorry. Point taken.”

“What can I say? She grew on me.”

Alessia huffs, dragging a toe in the grass as the two of you slowly make your way back to the others. “The taste of coffee can grow on you. Being relegated to passenger-side-car-DJ can grow on you. Annoying Australians cannot grow on you!”

“Relax, rat. I’m not replacing you with her. Think of Kyra as your unofficial niece.”

Alessia pulls a face at your words.

You shake your head. “Take it up with Lia. I’m pretty sure she’s ready to duel Mini for guardianship.”

---

So maybe you should’ve thought things through. 

When the ref whips out her red card, pointing for you to get off the field, you realize you might have gone a little too far. 

In your defense, it really wasn’t your fault.

The first yellow you get on purpose. 

No one messes with your baby sister. 

When Alessia is blatantly fouled and the referee lets play go on without a single care that the blonde is clutching her ankle in pain, it only seems right that you bulldoze through the player at fault. 

She milks the muck out of it and you’re rolling your eyes at the yellow card pointed your way, confidently swaggering your way back across the field to where Alessia’s still on the ground. 

Alessia winces when the trainer presses a little too hard on the joint, fingers nearly crushing yours that you’ve graciously lent her for support. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Didn’t have to do what?”

Alessia tries to look stern but all you can see is the little girl who would follow you everywhere just because she could. You know she’s trying to be strong but you’d recognize the tearful look on her face from a mile away.

Lia doesn’t find the humor in your act of retribution, rightfully chastising you into the locker room at halftime.

“It’s not my fault! Look what she did to Less! She’ll lucky if she only needs to be in the boot for two weeks!”

It isn’t until Kim gives you one of her disapproving glares that you wilt. 

“Sorry Kim,” you mumble, scuffing your shoes on the ground. “Won’t happen again.”

It happens again.

There’s only ten minutes left in the match when you feed the ball into your midfield and time seems to come to a standstill. 

You watch on with a twisted horror as Kyra leaps up to receive your ball. She barely gets a touch on it before she’s caught on the wrong side of a flying elbow, crumpling to the ground.

The whistle blows and you can practically hear the blood pumping in your ears. One second you’re rushing across the field to be by Kyra’s side. The next you’re pivoting midstride, catching sight of the smirk on the offending player’s face. 

No one’s close enough to stop you from shoving her over. 

“You think that’s funny? Throwing your elbow into her face? Let’s see if you think it’s funny when I do it to you!” 

Steph catches you by the waist and hauls you back before anyone can test how serious you are. 

You’re still yelling and spitting when the ref stalks over, hand already digging into her pocket. 

There are boos and jeers when the inevitable comes and you throw a hand up in disgust. 

“Go on then, you gonna card her for drawing blood too?”

It’s clear your teammates don’t know what to do. 

Getting a yellow card is rare enough for you. But getting two and then being thrown out of a game? Practically unheard of in the years you’ve been at the club.

You ignore the look on their faces as you stomp all the way off the pitch and straight for the med room. You see Leah quirk her eyebrow, ready to give you an earful but you just push past, knowing full well that you’re going to get your ass handed to you later.

Alessia blinks up in surprise at the sound of the door opening.

She’s sat on top of an examining table, ankle propped on a pillow and wrapped in ice.

It only takes a second for her to realize what’s wrong with the picture. Alessia glances at the clock on the wall before her eyes flicker back to your fuming face. “What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything,” you mutter. You poke at the ice, ignoring the way Alessia hisses and slaps your shoulder. “How’s the foot? Are we going to need to amputate?”

Alessia rolls her eyes. “My foot is fine. Now what is this I hear of you getting a red card?” 

You glare at her phone, the sound of another message coming in, no doubt your mother telling Alessia about what you’ve done.

“Tell ma to stop snitching. That girl got exactly what she deserved for elbowing Kyra In the face.”

“Kyra got what?” Alessia gasps, eyes going wide.

Before you can repeat, the door opens behind you.

The two of you turn to see a sullen looking Kyra.

“Hi.” 

You don’t think you’ve ever heard Kyra so quiet before.

“Oh wow, you look miserable.” You’re not sure if Alessia thinks this is hilarious or sad, but you’d definitely say the latter.

Kyra did look miserable. Her nose is already becoming discolored, swelling and bruises become more prominent.

“C’mere,” you huff, pressing an icepack against her nose when she gets close enough to you.

Kyra hisses and tries to jerk back but you just follow with the ice.

“The sooner you stop moving the sooner your 15 minutes of icing will be done.”

You don’t even make it to the 15 before the door slams open again for the third time. 

“What did I say about getting unnecessary cards?!”

“Unnecessary?” you gwak. “Look at the kid! What part of me defending her was unnecessary?”

You backtrack. “Look at both of the kids.” You gesture wildly between Alessia and Kyra. 

Lia rolls her eyes but follows your fingers nonetheless. 

“Ma’s never going to let Less leave our house ever again, and Mini will probably drop by to kidnap Kyra and revoke our Australian baby access!”

“I’m not a baby--”

“Ma can’t stop me from moving out--”

You and Lia whip around to glare at Alessia. “You’re not moving out.”

Alessia frowns. “Whatever.” She crosses her arms. “Kyra’s a baby.”

The younger girl gasps in defiance before whimpering at the pain that radiates through her nose.

Lia looks a little exasperated when she turns back to you.

“Please. No more red cards.”

“No more red cards,” you echo. 

When Lia grabs hold of your hand, leading you back to be chewed out by your captains, you turn to get one last glance at the two troublemakers.

Alessia and Kyra are already looking your way, shooting you two thumbs up.

You shake your head.

Oh the things you do for family.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Taking Care

Papa Emeritus IV x Nanny/Sister of Sin!Reader

TW: smut obviously, cheating, mentions of alcoholism and drug use, child does get hurt at one point but they are okay!, mentions of pregnancy, breeding smut, mentions of condoms in case that makes you uncomfy. Let me know if there's anything else I need to add, things get a little heavy in this one.

Word Count: 10.4k

This started off as a dirty little scandalous idea, actually based on a previous fandom I used to write for, and it turned into a big thing... As all of my fics do. I don't think I'm capable of writing anything short anymore. Also @sweatandwoe came up with the title 😉

Anyway! Papa IV has a horrible Prime Mover who is never present at home, and it leads to him developing some feelings for the nanny. Enjoy!

𝘓𝘢 𝘢𝘮𝘰... Copia thought to himself as he fondly observed the sight before him, framed by the paned glass door leading to the balcony: his little one bouncing on your hip as you cooed at him, trying to get the bambino back to sleep. The antipope had returned home late from the ministry offices, as he often did, entering his suite completely exhausted, kicking off his shoes to let his aching feet relax, perking back up a bit upon laying eyes on you.

Eyes glossed over as a cheery little smile came to his face, he simply watches as you saunter back and forth, his progeny lulling back to sleep in your arms. Before he even realizes, his sore feet carry him right out to the balcony, making his presence known.

"Oh! Good evening, Papa!" you whisper, not wanting to rouse the little one.

"No need for such formalities, 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢..." he mocks you with a wink.

A faint blush colors your cheeks; always so charismatic, even when he's as tired as he looks. Luckily before you can put more thought into it, baby Giovanni stirs a little, sitting back up and eyes popping open.

"Sh, sh, shhh..." you hum pressing a kiss to his little head.

"D-deh..." he whines reaching out towards Copia.

Letting out a little shocked gasp, you feign, "Who's that? Who is he, huh? Is that Daddy?"

With the sweetest giggle, the little one exclaims for his Da-da, reaching out again.

Copia swoops right over, playfully bending down to smooch his only son, getting a bit of black face paint on the soft fuzz of the little one's head. "Whoopsies, we'll have to wash you up, piccolino," he runs a finger delicately over his little cheek.

As Copia stands up straight again, and his baby stretches right back out for him.

"I think someone wants Daddy, yeah?" you try to urge your boss to take the bundle in your arms.

Instead, he does the unexpected. Wrapping an arm around the small of your back, he pulls you flush to him, cocooning his son between you. You and Copia both have an arm supporting the baby, as he holds you both close to him.

"Someone wants Daddy, sì?" he asks, and you're not sure if that was for you or Gio. Either way, it draws another blush to your cheeks.

Copia looks you over, eyes softening now that his little one is safe between you. In your avoidance of eye contact, you didn't see him lean in, only feeling his lips press softly to your forehead; surely you would have a mark as his child did. The softest gasp escapes you; it isn't lost on you that things had not been well for some time between him and his Prime Mover...

Maybe you were reading too much into it. Perhaps he was just being affectionate. You knew he could be handsy, and he'd had a long day; he was probably just seeking a moment of comfort before bed.

"Let's go put him down for the night, eh?" Copia motions to his baby boy.

You were so lost in thought, you hadn't even noticed he drifted back off. Snapping back into action to take him to bed, Copia stops you, scooping the bundle from your arms, giving you a warm smile as he disappears back inside to the nursery connected to his bedroom. You trail behind the man to make sure he won't need help with anything.

Laying the little one in his basinet, Copia offers him one last goodnight kiss and jokingly promises not to disturb him again. The man turns to see you standing in the doorway, illuminated by the soft glow of the night light in the room.

"I should retire to bed before he wakes again in a few hours," you dutifully remark, eyes cast down and thumbs twirling together.

Gloved fingers brush your hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear, "It's a blessing having you here." Softly he cups your jaw, while his other hand grips your waist, effectively pinning you to the door frame. "May I kiss you, cara mia?"

Wide eyed, you stare up at him as about a million thoughts race through your mind. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢? 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶... 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬? 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯... 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬. 𝘞𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦? 𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘯...

Copia inhales and starts to straighten up, "It's quite alright if you don't want to, cara. I do apologize if I made you uncomf-"

Snapping out of your thoughts, your arms snake around his neck and your lips crash into his. Immediately, his hands cradle the back of your head and your waist, keeping you flush against him. The way his mouth moves against yours is sinful to say the least; he's quick to use his tongue, tracing it across your bottom lip before giving it a quick nip with his teeth. It was masterful really.

Within seconds, your mouth was giving him access, his tongue desperately wanting to meet yours, which drew a small whimper from you. While he moved excitedly within your mouth, you were more hesitant. Stupid as it may sound, you weren't sure you wanted to tempt him more; you had already totally crossed the line and disrespected your Prime Mover.

You know Copia isn't the kind to cheat, but he's been so miserable lately, always arguing with her, only for her not to remember a thing because she's so intoxicated. She was always out at parties and hardly ever home, and when she was in his suites, she was practically out of her mind. He's been trying so hard to get her the help she needs, but she won't take it. She likes the money, the power, the drink and drugs her position can afford her more than the life she's made here in the Abbey. It's sad really, especially with the baby involved.

The heat of the kiss had simmered down a lot and Papa slowly pulls away from you, searching your eyes for what went wrong. "I'm sorry, Papa, I shouldn't have- It was completely inappropriate of me to-" You try to pull away from him, but you only manage to slide your hands down to his chest before his grip on you returns, holding you close.

He swiftly pulls you outside the child's nursery and lightly clicks the door shut, so as not to disturb him.

"Papa, I'm- I'm so sorry..." It barely comes as a whisper.

"For what, tesoro? Giving me the kiss that I offered to you first? Now that's the real slight against me," he quips playfully, giving you a warm smile.

You hated to admit it, but it felt so nice being held so close to him. He always smelled of expensive cologne, it was heady getting to take in the scent at such proximity. All that consumed your mind in that moment was laying your head on his chest, so you did. Forehead in the crook of his neck, your eyes flutter closed and take in the soft moment.

Rubbing gentle circles into your back, his voice rumbles against your ears, "You're probably sleepy, piccolina. Let's get you to bed." Without another word, he leads you right down the hall to the guest room that was all yours. You never really returned to the Sisters of Sin quarters since you were the full time caregiver to the Emeritus heir.

It could get lonely at times, so you were grateful for the days when other Siblings would be assigned to work with you, whether to give you a break or to take Giovanni on an outing like a picnic or to the beach. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘯, 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘗𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳... Sleepily, you yawn as you arrive at your door.

Copia opens the door for you, stopping at the threshold. A gentleman even in his own home. "Goodnight, cara mia."

"Goodnight, Papa," you mumble, hands returning to his chest.

He couldn't help himself; he leans in pressing another kiss to your lips, fingers tangling in your hair for a brief moment before pulling away again. You may have whined at the loss; you aren't sure in your sleepy state. Looking up at him, the man bites his bottom lip, and only then do you realize how smudged his face paint is, especially around his mouth. Copia simply nods at you one final time before closing you in your room, and you let out a groan, knowing you should wash all the black and gray off of your face before bed.

• • •

The next morning you emerge from your room a little earlier than normal and in a bit of a tizzy, because Giovanni is already crying and that's not like him. Turns out he just needs a diaper change, but of course he's hungry afterwards. 𝘐 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.

Baby in tow, you head to the kitchen to warm up his bottle. You pass Copia in the living space, adorned with a little couch and TV, as he's having his morning coffee and reading the newspaper; he really could be a stereotypical old man sometimes. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴.

"Up so early, you two?" He sets his mug down, promptly following you to the kitchen.

"Yes, he was extra whiny this morning, so I couldn't put him off any longer," you explain.

It was pretty rare to see Copia before he left in the morning. He was always up so early and home so late. This morning he was already dressed and face painted; you were sure he was getting ready to walk out the door any minute.

As you reach for the kettle to warm some water for the baby's bottle, you feel a large hand on the small of your back, and suddenly you're acutely aware of the fact that you are only in your silky nightgown. You hadn't had time to put on your habit this morning.

"Let me help, Stellina, I don't get to do enough for the little guy," Copia chuckles at the little one, pinching his cheek before moving to warm up the water.

You turn your attention back to keeping the little one calm, as he could get quite cranky when he's hungry. The antipope stops to admire the sight before him as the kettle heats up: your undivided attention on his child, the curve of your hip holding him, the bare skin of your collarbones and shoulders. It has his mind drifting to all the places he'd like to mark on you; you were just so motherly, even though you had none of your own... He'd like to be the one to give you one, or many.

Just as the pot starts to spit and sputter, before it can reach boiling, Copia quickly pours it into a large bowl, submerging one of the many bottles you kept ready in it to warm the formula up.

You lightly press a kiss to baby Gio's head as he laughs at his father for some unknown reason.

"What's so funny, huh?" he turns and gets right in the baby's face, eyes wide and smile big.

"Who's that?" you coo.

"Da... D-" he babbles; he was still learning his first words.

"Close enough, eh?" Copia giggles before gasping and covering his face with his hands.

"Oh no, where's Daddy?!" you feign looking for him.

A burst of laughter comes from the little one when Copia reveals his face again. Peekaboo always did the trick.

By now the bottle would be warm enough, so the man slides an arm under his child, taking him from you. Quickly tossing him up in the air, the baby squeals happily, as he settles into his father's arms. As Copia reaches for a towel and the bottle, the infant points at you, "Mama!" It was the clearest word he'd ever said.

"Oh no, sweetie, I'm not-" you start, but Copia finishes it.

"Sì? She is kinda like your Mama, yeah?" He bounces the baby and gives him the bottle.

"Copia... I'm not his mother. She'll be pissed."

"She's never here. You're all he knows. Satanas, 𝘐'𝘮 not even here as much as I'd like to be. You'll be the only reason he turns out right," he ponders out loud, face looking forlorn at the thought.

"Well... Maybe we should plan something? Give him a Daddy son day, yeah?" you suggest.

"I shouldn't only be around for the fun times. You deserve more help, and he deserves for at least one of his parents to be here for him," Copia asserts, leaving no room for argument. "I'll go in late today. I want to help you get him ready this morning. And tomorrow, I'll come home early."

You weren't sure how Sister Imperator was going to like that, but it seems he's made up his mind, and you certainly weren't going to complain about seeing him more.

• • •

Copia kept to his word and stayed through the baby's entire morning routine, burping him, getting him washed up and dressed for the day. And of course he didn't leave you without a kiss.

The next day, he arrived to his papal suite early, just as he said, and helped you fix dinner. Normally it was just you and the baby, so you ate whatever was around; you weren't above eating sliced up hot dogs and applesauce. But since Papa was home and wasn't used to eating that way, he helped you cook, making pasta, alfredo sauce, and some broccoli and zucchini for a side.

You spoon fed Gio a jar of baby food while Copia worked his magic at the stovetop. Sleeves rolled up and apron donned, he checks every pot and pan diligently, tasting and adding ingredients where necessary. He really was built for this; it's a shame he isn't able to be home more.

Once he was done, your Papa insisted on you taking it easy for the evening. From pulling out your chair at the dinner table to fixing your plate, you weren't doing a thing. It felt unreal, like you shouldn't even be there if you weren't doing your job, but it also felt nice to have him doting over you, even if it was wrong. Copia even chopped some noodles really small for his son to try; Gio was going to be a mess later, but he needed a bath anyway.

Which after the delicious meal, Copia handled that too. He was perhaps a little inexperienced and ended up covered in water himself, but he was so happy to kneel next to you on the bathroom tile and take care of his little one. And seeing Copia holding a bundle of towels afterwards was probably the cutest thing ever.

"Go wash up yourself, Stellina. I'll put il bambino down, I picked out his pajamas and everything. Meet me back in the main room for a movie, hm?" The man softly grabs your hand, kinda like he was asking you on a date.

"Oh, o-okay," you bite your lip.

"You do not have to if it would not make you happy, tesoro." You were both treading new waters.

"No, no. I'll be there." You offer him a smile.

He returns it, happy you accepted his offer. "Bene. See you then," he gives you a wink before heading off to the nursery.

• • •

After your respective showers, Copia relaxed on the sofa in nothing more than a pair of silk pajama pants that left little to the imagination. You try to avoid eye contact with a certain... outline, as you enter the room, donning a few more layers than him. He didn't wear a stitch of paint and his hair was still damp.

He admires your look of cozy pajama shorts, a tank top, and a short robe loosely tied over top. Moving to lie on his side, Copia pats the spot in front of him, meaning you need to squeeze in right next to him on the little seat. It seemed especially small now at the thought of having to share it with him.

And it's not that you don't want to. You just knew what it could lead to, and that makes you hesitant. The thought of cuddling up next to your boss, your Papa, and his Prime Mover could walk in the door at any moment, although it was unlikely.

"Is okay, tesoro, I'm nervous too," the man admits to you, "but I desire to be closer with you." Apparently, he means physically closer as he slides an arm around your waist as you sit next to his lounging form. He quickly catches your hand, kissing your knuckles. "C'mon, cara, get comfortable," he urges you, "Lie down with me if you'd like."

You oblige him, laying on your back with him still on his side beside you, faces mere inches from one another. "Hey," you greet him, a nod to the nearness.

"Hi," he replies, looking over the features of your face that he adores so much.

You'd never really gotten to look into his eyes like this before and take in the lack of pigment in that white iris; it's fascinating the way it nearly glows, and so well balanced by the warm golden hues present in his green eye.

"You're a good dad, Copia." You're not sure what prompted it, but after all the work he'd put in this evening, he deserved to hear that. And you could tell the work wouldn't end there; he wanted to be more present in his child's life.

"Grazie, Stellina," he gingerly lays his arm across your waist, "I couldn't do it without you."

Between his praises and his fingers tracing shapes along your side, your cheeks betray you and blush a deep shade. Scanning your face for any indication he should stop, he slowly presses a few small pecks to your jawline, and he catches you in a passionate kiss before asking what movie you'd like to watch.

After settling in on a classic you'd both seen before, you turn to your side, so Copia is spooning his body against yours, propped up just so that you can both see the large screen. With his warmth settled all around you, worry crossed your mind that you may not make it through the entire movie...

He was just so soft and warm... inviting... His breath at the nape of your neck soothing your heavy eyelids-

𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵- 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦... 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

Keeping your eyes glued to the screen, you subtly arch your back, pretending to stretch, feeling out the... 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 behind you. When you receive a stifled groan from your Papa, feeling his erection pressed tight against your backside, your inquiry is answered.

His arm draped around your waist tightens its grip, keeping you oh so close to him; you feel him let out a hot shaky breath before pressing a kiss to your neck. The feeling immediately sends a spark running through you as his mouth warms up your sensitive skin.

Your fingers lace with his as your ass wriggles against him again, earning a wanton moan from your Papa.

"Dolcezza... Look what you do to me," he whispers next to your ear.

"Papa," you breathe out, turning to catch his lips in a fierce kiss, the movie long since forgotten about. Quickly into the kiss, you're shifting onto your back, fingers tangling in his hair, to give him better access to your body.

His fingers delicately trace your jaw and neck, a sharp juxtaposition to the way his lips attack yours, needy and starved for attention. His lips deserved to be kissed like this every day; you couldn't understand why his Prime Mover would throw away the opportunity. Speaking of...

"Copia," you pull away from him suddenly, chests heaving as you both seek to fill your lungs again.

"Sì, bella mia? What is on that pretty little mind?"

Between the way his words make your heart swell and the shaft trapped against your hip, what you need to tell him fumbles on your lips. "We, uh... Copia, we- we shouldn't."

"Mm..." he grunts, "we shouldn't." He leans up to kiss your forehead, "But I want to. I want you. What do you want, cara mia?" He caresses your cheek again.

"I-" you look up for a minute, taking a deep breath, "I want you, too," you whisper, looking right into his eyes, like you were afraid to admit that you wanted your boss. But you do. He's damn near perfect! He's your Papa. He's the one you swore your vows to when you became a Sister of Sin. He's so devoted to his work, to the church, to his followers. He's a good dad. Damn it, you can't understand how she doesn't want him.

If his Prime Mover wasn't going to take care of him, then you would.

Your lips crash back into his, fingertips raking along his scalp harshly, causing him to rut his hips against you, desperate for your touch. As you moan against each other's mouths, his hand explores your body, sliding down your side, your hip, your thigh. Fingers trail up inside your shorts, teasing at the fabric of your panties.

You nearly whine in anticipation, only just now realizing how much you wanted his fingers inside you. Taking your little noise as a good sign, Copia slides his hand between your legs, urging your thighs apart and fabric out of the way as he runs two fingers through your slick folds.

Just to accentuate his actions, he draws your bottom lip between his, nibbling at your swollen flesh, which leaves you room to let out a breathy moan. "Cara..." he pulls back just enough to look at you, eyes blown wide with lust for you, "so wet for me..." He bites his lip, pushing those two fingers deep inside you. Gasping loudly at the feeling, your hands roam his bare skin across his neck, collarbone, chest. He ruts into you at the same pace that he pushes his fingers in and out, eyebrows furrowed, clearly fighting the urge to rush right into things.

"... feels so good, Papa. So good," you praise him, fingernails scratching at him.

"Sorella... I could say the same to you," he pants, brows softening as he presses a kiss to your cheek. How he managed to be so soft yet build such a fire between your legs made no sense to you, but you revel in the dizzying feeling of it all. You feel your walls petal around his digits thats he works in and out of you, thumb frequenting your clit, making you arch for him. "So tight, so warm, Sorella. I can't wait to feel you fully, amore."

"Copia," you drag his name out, "Copia, I need you." His duochromatic eyes search yours, and when your hand snakes down to grip his hot girth, he doesn't have to be told twice.

He curls his fingers sharply one good time, making you mewl out his name again, and pulls them out of you. Quickly, fingers rush to shove your too many layers off to the floor; first the robe, then the shorts, before he pulls you up off the couch, walking you backwards towards his room, lips never leaving yours.

Upon the back of your knees hitting the foot of the bed, the antipope shoves you back on the lofty mattress. Immediately he's on top of you, moving you back onto the pillows. After throwing your tank top across the room, his mouth latches onto your collarbone, sucking a sizable love mark there, fingers tangling into your hair. His other hand found your nipple, rolling it between his fingers as his eyes flicked up to yours to make sure he wasn't going too far.

Your fingers grant him permission with a gentle scratch on the head, and his mouth moves to suck on the soft flesh of your bosom. Toying with the waistband of your panties, he tugs them down, sitting back on his haunches as he flings them off. He leaves you on the bed to free himself from those devilish silk pants, erection springing free, heavy with lust, as he reaches into the bedside drawer to pull out a condom.

𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮; 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...

"Are you ready, cara mia?" he prompts, almost like a nervous teenager doing it for the first time.

Scanning over his body, completely bare to you from his messy hair to his flushed chest, bushy happy trail, and leaky shaft, you nod your head, looking up at him through your eyelashes. "Please, Copia."

Without another word, he ripped the little package and rolled the protection onto himself before climbing back on top of you. It felt good to have him there, like he belonged this close to you.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, he lined himself up with you. He worked gently, as if he might break you if he did what he really wanted to do. Really, it was romantic the way he rocked his hips ever so slowly, cradling your head in his hand, his eyes fluttered closed as he exhaled what felt like all the air in his lungs, nose nuzzling against the side of your neck.

You whine for more as he languidly fills you, his girth pressing on all your walls; you were grateful to have been partially stretched by his fingers earlier. Looking down at him, you bite your lip before pressing a light kiss to his forehead. He meets your eyes, pressing a kiss to your jawline in response.

Finally, it feels like he's bottomed out in you, and his knees dig into the bed as he gives one final push, that last little bit feeling so much more sensational than all the rest as he makes contact with that sweet spot his fingers teased earlier. Letting out an airy whimper, your eyes screw shut as he stays put, taunting the spot without moving.

"P-p-mmm... papaplease-" you whine for him to end his torture.

His cock twitches inside you, and a wicked grin forms on his lips, knowing what he's doing to you. He hasn't even moved yet and you've probably already forgotten your name. It may have been a while since he'd gotten any action, but he was happy to see he hadn't lost his touch.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls out a bit, relieving the pressure on that spot deep inside you. You let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding, and he slides right back in, his tip kissing your sweet spot. Gasping as your thighs tighten their grip around him, he grins again, this time settling just above you to kiss your nose as you take on his assault.

Moving slowly at first, he relaxes into the pleasure of you: the way your delicate fingers curl into his hair, the way your jaw hangs open in pleasure, your eyes looking up into his longing for one another... How long you'd pined for one another without even realizing it; he'd wanted you from the moment he'd met you, seeing the way you cared for his progeny better than anyone else could.

With each thrust he wants you to know how much he cares for you, wants for you, needs you. Tears of lust and longing stain his lashes as he loses himself in the feeling of you surrounding him. As if to add to what he was already feeling, you pull him into a sweet but spicy makeout. His hips pick up pace, needing more.

"Dolcezza... I don't think I'll last..." he lets you know.

"Me either, Papa. Touch me, please."

Obliging you, his hand snakes between your bodies, the rough pad of his middle finger sending a jolt through you as he finds your clit. Between that and the treatment of your g-spot, you're cumming in seconds, growing impossibly tighter around his length each time your muscles convulse.

His lips find yours again, hating to muffle the sounds coming out of you, but desperately needing to kiss you. "Stellina... Ti amo, Stellina. Così tanto... Ho bisogno di te nella mia vita," he cries out for you as he spills into the condom and goes limp on top of you.

You cradle his head against your chest, and for a moment, he wasn't unlike his little one sleeping in the next room, needing your affection. You kiss the top of his head, nuzzling into his messy hair, and he returns the sentiment by nibbling on your earlobe, earning a giggle from you.

With a quick peck on the cheek, he rolls off of you, heading to the bathroom to grab a warm washcloth to clean you up. His aftercare is nearly as good as the lovemaking, as his lips trail behind the terry cloth, leaving a kiss wherever he wipes and soothes your skin.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" you blurt out.

"What is that, cara mia?" Copia tosses the rag aside and wraps an arm around your waist, cuddling into you.

"That... That you love me," you bite your lip, "and I think you said something about your life? I don't know Italian as well as you obviously..." you trail off.

"Mi dispiace, tesoro, I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," he caresses your cheek, searching your eyes.

"No, no, you didn't," you tell him, also stroking his cheek.

"I just lose control of myself when I, uhhh, when mia signora makes me feel good," he smiles and taps his fingers on your collarbone, "I hope you know, cara, that I-"

"I love you, too." You stare at him like you'd just been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

"Oh, Stellina... I didn't know you would feel the same," he admits.

"Of course, I do, Papa. You're... perfect. Who wouldn't love you?"

"Well, I can think of one person," he gives a disgusted half smirk before chewing on his cheek. It wasn't lost on you all the times Copia's Prime Mover had walked out on him, but not before screaming and arguing at the top of her lungs about how much she hated him.

"Hey, hey, don't let her ruin your night. She's ruined too many of them already." You pull him closer, seeing him fight off the anger.

He looks up at you, face softening, "You're right. I'm letting her get to me, when I should be confessing my love to you," he chuckles softly, fingers walking up your arm.

"Yes, you should, Papa. Confess away," you sigh and lean in for another kiss.

"Ahhh, ti amo, principessa mia," he starts dramatically, "sei la mia vita, the very breath I breathe..." You both share a laugh at his little act. "Really, cara mia, I've loved you a long time. And it's supposed to feel wrong, but instead it just feels like... Like what it should've always been. Like you should be the one I'm with. Like you should be il mio bambino's mother."

"Copia," you whisper, tears welling up. You know he shouldn't say things like that, but admittedly it felt nice to hear it. Actually, it made your heart soar.

He pulls you in for another fierce kiss, one that's let's you know exactly how much he means it.

• • •

"Mmm, cara mia... I think I'm calling out of work today," your lover chuckles, squinting in the bright morning sun.

"What's that, old man? Four rounds and the baby crying got you worn out?" you jab at him.

"Did we go four rounds?" He looks impressed with himself.

"Did you lose count?" You both laugh, him groaning at his tired headache. As you wiggle out of bed to go get the little one ready for the day, Copia grabs your wrist.

"Let him sleep. We should too," he begs.

"Are you really calling out today? I'm sure Sister Imperator won't be happy."

"That woman is never happy. Now get your ass back in bed," he pulls you back under the covers, holding you flush against him. "Your 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 ass." He grabs your backside to accentuate his point, leaning in to kiss your neck.

"I thought you wanted to go back to sleep..." You bite your lip with a cheeky grin.

"Maybe we go for round five first, sì?"

• • •

"Sh, sh, shhhh... It's okay, baby boy, it's okay," you whisper into Giovanni's ear, kissing his head repeatedly to calm his tantrum.

Copia's Prime Mover had come home, which means everything is a mess. You'd had a peaceful few days navigating your newly admitted feelings for your boss, and he was settling in to a new routine of being home more for the baby. Of course it was an added bonus that he got to spend his nights with you. But now everything felt like it had been turned on its head.

"Oh, so you think you're the best Daddy in the world since spending more time at home, huh?! Look at you all high and mighty! Making me out to be horrible!" She screams at him, loud enough that you can hear every word from your spot of the balcony. The sound had been driving the baby crazy, so you brought him out here to try to drown it out. It wasn't working as he cried and cried against you.

"Someone has to be here for him! My being here for him says nothing about you. Your own absence says it all," Copia cuts back at her, but it was the truth.

"So... you do think I'm a horrible mother?" She shrinks, wrapping her arms around herself. You try not to look, but you can't help but be concerned for your Papa.

"Of course not, tesoro..." There it is. The little shred of hope he still has for the mother of his child. He steps towards her, gently rubbing his hands over her arms. "You need help. It's not your fault, but you need help. All that stuff you pump into your body isn't good for you. Please let me help."

Finally, the little boy in your arms starts to settle down. You just hoped they wouldn't start shouting again.

She really was a beautiful woman, Copia's Prime Mover. Tall, looks that kill, charming; she really had been a great match for your Papa. Of course that was before the pressure of her position got to her. You suppose you'd be upset too if you got forced into a marriage; you'd probably go off the deep end as well. Copia had his whole life to prepare for that fate; she had a few months, and so she makes herself numb, she runs as far as she can, she resents all of it, especially him.

• • •

You wake early the next morning to a light knock at your guest room door. The sun wasn't even up, so you immediately got worried something was wrong with Gio.

Flinging the door open, you're met with the sight of a broken man. "Papa? What's wrong?"

"She's gone... She left again." He wasn't even blinking, but tears streamed from his mismatched orbs.

"Oh, Copia," you pull him into a hug, supporting him as best you can.

"She said I could get her help. She was going to get help, but she ran away again." He rests his chin on your shoulder, staring off at nothing as you lead him to sit on the edge of your bed.

"Copia... You do everything right. You try so hard for her. And for him," you nod to the nursery, "You can only help her as much as she'll let you. If she doesn't want to change, then she won't. It's not your fault; I hope you know that it isn't your fault."

He takes your hands and nods at you. He didn't have much else to say. He'd dealt with this so many times, he was almost numb to it. Almost.

You look at the clock, seeing that it was only 4am. "Let's get some more sleep, Papa. You need to rest." You stand up to lead him back to his room, but he just sits, looking up at you like a lost dog.

"Can I stay with you, cara mia?"

The simplicity of the question cut you deep; he yearned to not be alone. He didn't want to wake up to a cold empty bed once again.

"Of course, you can."

You climb back into bed, Copia happy to spoon your body. Sitting in comfortable silence, he drifts back off, getting the deepest sleep he'd had in the days since his Prime Mover had come home.

• • •

"Knock knock!" you chirp, entering Papa's office with baby, diaper bag, and picnic basket in tow.

He looks up from something he'd been reading over, a smile spreading across his face at the sight of you, "Ahhh, to what to I owe the pleasure? It's a long trek across the Abbey just to come see me." He stands up from his desk, taking the diaper bag and picnic basket from you and setting them down.

"Da-da!!!" the little one exclaims; he was getting much better at his words.

"Oooh, piccolino, come here," he replies, scooping him up too.

"He wanted to see you," you start, "and I did too... I know you haven't been able to be home as much as you want because of work, so I thought maybe we would bring lunch to you."

Paperwork had stacked up since he was taking more time to be home; he was taking this week to just try to push through as much as he could. But he's also making a plan to hire several assistants and delegate as many of these menial tasks as he can.

"Dolcezza... That is so thoughtful of you," he cups your cheek, giving you a quick peck on the forehead. "I think I could sneak away for a little while." He gives you a wink, bouncing the baby on his hip.

"It's okay if you can't! We can eat in here too. I don't want to get you in trouble with Sister..."

"Silly girl, when are you going to learn I don't care what she thinks?" He smirks at you, returning to his office chair to sign a few more papers before heading out. Somehow him holding the baby while working made him even cuter. "Besides, technically she answers to me."

Out in the gardens, Papa plays with the child, keeping him occupied while you set up lunch. Watching the little one doddle across the grass, Papa towering over him but offering his fingers as support, warmed your heart; Copia had been trying to get him to take his first steps on his own, and he was hellbent on not missing it.

"Okay, boys, time to eat!" you call over to them.

Copia immediately scoops the child up, tossing him high in the air, watching him giggle the whole way. He does it a few more times as he makes his way over to you and the picnic blanket. "Sorella, this all looks so good. Grazie. I wish I could've been some help to you," he offers his gratitude as he sits next to you, baby in his lap.

"It's okay, Papa. We know how hard you've been working, and without you, this whole Abbey wouldn't run, so really I should thank you for making it so wonderful here."

He nods his head at you, silenced by your sweet words. "Still, grazie, cara mia."

Lunch goes by peacefully, enjoying the warm sun and the image playing out before you: Copia trying to get Giovanni to eat some cut up strawberries and the little one sputtering red mush everywhere, making a mess of himself and his father.

"You'll have to change your clothes after lunch," you giggle, taking a bite of your sandwich.

"Mm, what a shame... Won't he be taking a nap then?" Your Papa gives you a smug look.

You blush at his implication and look around to make sure no one could hear. "Papa..."

"Oh, don't be so coy, Sorella. You certainly weren't shy when you went down-"

"Papa!! Hush!" you whisper yell at him, hiding your face in your hands.

He waits for you to peek through your fingers at him, and you both burst out in laughter.

• • •

What was supposed to be a quick stop back in his suite of course turned into a heated make out session on the kitchen counter.

"Cazzo, Stellina, I would take you on the fucking dinner table right now if I could," he grunts, biting at your bottom lip.

"Hmm, guess you'll just have to daydream about it in your office, huh?" You tease him.

"I'll have you there, too, if I have anything to do with it." His hands pull harshly at your hair, smashing his face against yours again. Your tongues dance with one another as your fists crumple the fresh shirt he'd put on.

When you can no longer wait for air, you push yourself off of him, breathing heavy. "You're gonna have to fix your paint, you know that?" you chuckle.

"I can see that," he wipes some gray from your lip to show you.

You both fall into giggles again, staring into each other's eyes as you reluctantly release one another to return back to your duties.

• • •

"Mm, we've probably got a few minutes before little Gio wakes up, right?" Copia grumbles into your cleavage.

You swear this man will be the death of you. He finally gets a day off, to sleep in if he wants, and the first things on his mind this morning is pounding you into the mattress... Again. Like he didn't do that all last night.

"All you ever think about is sex," you chuckle, kissing the top of his head.

"When it's as good as you are, amore mio, sì. I think about it morning, noon, and night," he starts pressing kisses across your chest, grinding his growing hardness against your thigh.

"Copia-" you start, hearing a couple thuds down the hallway, "What is that? Do you hear that?"

Seconds later, a loud shriek comes from the baby's room. In an instant you're both jumping up to throw on some clothes.

Copia slips on some pants before bolting out of his room with you hot on his trail, tying on his robe. In the hallway, you're both confronted with Copia's Prime Mover with Giovanni on her hip and diaper bag slung over her shoulder.

"What are you doing?!" The man steps right in front of her to stop her from shoving further down the hallway.

"I'm taking him and we're going!! You've got some new life now, so we're gonna move on too!" She is clearly out of her mind, her eyes bloodshot like she hasn't slept in days and bruises all up her forearms.

"What are you talking about??" Copia attempts to grab the child from her, but she snatches him away, which only eggs on his crying.

"Oh, please! You think I don't know you're fucking the nanny?! I saw the condoms in the trash last time I was here, and now she's in your robe!"

Tears of anger build up in his eyes as he turns to look at you; he felt totally helpless.

It gives his Prime Mover just enough time to push past him and into the living area. "You just want to put me away so you can move on to your new life with your newer, younger little whore!"

"Do not talk about her! She cares for your child more than you do!! While you're out on the streets strung out, she's here, doing the job you took vows to do!" he shouts to defend you.

"That was before I knew you ran a cult! All of this is just some facade to make you famous! You're a selfish bastard, leading the blind just so you won't be lonely like when you were a kid," her words cut deep.

Copia clenches both fists, a fire you'd never seen in his eyes before, as he very evenly doles out, "Give me back my child and get the fuck out."

As if on cue, the little one reaches out for you, face red as tears stream down his face, "Mama! Mamaaa!!"

You step closer to her, wanting to reach out for the squirming little bundle in her arm.

"So you think you're his mama now?" she cuts her eyes at you.

"No, I- I tried to teach him... I would never," you stammer, not knowing what to do, "Please. Please just give him to me."

"What? Let you have my husband and my baby? I think not, bitch." She moves towards the door, but you move with her, body acting on pure adrenaline now. The child reaches out, little hands latching onto your robe, and you wrap your arms around him to slip him away from her, but her fingers lock tightly around his thigh, making him shriek once again.

"Please. Please don't hurt him!! Don't hurt him!" You raise your voice at her, holding the baby tight to your chest.

The next thing you know, Copia is letting Aether and a couple other ghouls in the room, and they swiftly pounce on her, pulling her away from you and the baby you care so much about. You look down to see that his little leg was already bruising from where she'd grabbed and twisted at his skin.

You held him tightly, bouncing him around and humming something to drown it all out as Copia and the ghouls dragged her out into the hallway. The antipope was absolutely seething, and you didn't care to know what he was screaming at her.

Looking out to the sunny balcony, you feel the urge to walk out there. Honestly it was probably to soothe you as much as it was for the screaming one in your arms. Before you can move a muscle, your lover bursts back into the room, making a beeline for you. Without a word, he wraps his arms around you and Gio, resting his chin on top of your head. Fighting back tears, he holds you like that for a while.

Finally comes a soft, "I am so sorry, cara."

Pulling away just enough to look up at him, you reassure him, "It's not your fault. Are you okay?"

"I will be. Please tell me she didn't hurt you," he brushes his fingers through your hair.

"No, she didn't, but we may need to have this looked at," you motion to his son's bruised leg.

A series of emotions flash across Copia's face upon seeing the injury. Part of him blames himself for ever letting that woman get close to either of you. But he also knew that without her, he wouldn't have either of you in his life.

"Well, she's not coming back. I won't let her hurt anyone here ever again. She needs help but I can't keep letting her come back, not when I have a son who needs safety and stability."

• • •

Months went by, and it felt like a whole new chapter for all of you. Copia officially separated from his Prime Mover, announcing it at Black Mass; he always felt transparency was important in his congregation. You had moved into his room permanently, and Copia had even hired another nanny to give you a break from time to time. He didn't want you feeling like caring for his son was the only thing you were good for. He also hired assistants for his office, Siblings of Sin who were honored to take some weight off their Papa's shoulders.

Now that the two of you had less worries, you almost didn't know how to fill your time. Almost...

"Your sidekick has Giovanni out in the gardens... What do you say we have our own playtime, eh?" Copia chuckles next to your ear as you recline back against his chest on the sofa.

"Do not call her my sidekick," you laugh at your lover, "She does just as much work as me, she deserves more credit than that."

"I don't know, dolcezza... She doesn't spend the night like you do."

"Oh, and look how much trouble that got us in," you smirk, turning to catch him in a kiss. "You're not going to start sleeping with the new nanny again, are you?"

"No, no, no, no, amore mio," he whispers right in your ear, "Il mio cazzo belongs to you alone."

You huff out a laugh, "That's all? Just your 𝘤𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰?"

"Well, perhaps il mio cuore, too..."

"Perhaps, huh?" you tease him, turning to get on your knees in between his legs. Leaning forward, you give him a single chaste kiss. "Don't I deserve a little more than 'perhaps'?" You sit back on your heels, unbuttoning your shirt slowly.

"Dolcezza..." Copia pants, already excited just from seeing your lacy bra.

"Ah, ah, ahhh. Don't 'dolcezza' me," you wink at him.

"Please-" he whines in a way that was a little unbecoming of a Papa.

Your shirt drifts slowly to the floor, and Copia reaches out to touch you, but you swat his hands away. "I don't know, Papa. Maybe I don't mean enough to you. Maybe I should just go take care of the throbbing between my legs all by myself, huh? Make you sit out here and listen while I cry out, making a mess of myself..."

He feels his cock twitch at the thought of you touching yourself in his bed.

"Stellina, please, you know I love you so..." His eyes roam your body hungrily.

"How do I know you mean it, Papa? That you aren't just saying that? For all I know, you tell the other nanny that all the time..." You grin at him, leaning forward and propping yourself up on your knees. With your elbows propped on his shoulders, he has a nice view of your cleavage spilling out of your bra just the way he likes.

"No one else is worthy of those words, no one else is worthy of these feelings I have for you." His arm snakes around you, hand resting on the small of your back. "Let me show you, cara mia. Let me prove how much I love you. Only you."

You bite your lip. It felt good to make a powerful man like him crumble, to have him rock hard without even touching him. Your little teasing game is fun, but you know his words are serious.

"Take me, Papa. Make me all yours. Prove I'm the only one for you."

With that, he wraps his arms around your thighs, carrying you right to his bedroom and kicking the door closed loudly. Your back hits the bed and your torso is met by his hot mouth tracing all your curves. Impatiently, he pulls at your tight pencil skirt, needing to feel more of your skin.

Reaching down, you undo the zipper on your hip, "There." Another wink.

The skirt finds its place in the corner of the room as Copia kisses at the top of your panties. "Mia dea... ti amo con tutto quello che ho. Sei la mia dea."

A blush tints your cheeks, you'd learned a bit more Italian in the last few months.

"Worship me, then."

He looks up to meet your commanding eyes, freezing for a brief moment before working his own shirt to the floor and positioning himself between your sinful thighs. Kissing at the supple skin there, he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. Hungrily, his fingers grab at your skin until they hook into the lace at your hip. A tearing sound rings out and you feel his breath on your core.

"Hey! I liked those!" you whine.

"I'll buy you another pair, principessa," he looks up at you through his eyelashes while placing a sloppy kiss right to your clit. You can't help but buck up into his mouth at the sensation.

He grips your hips firmly to hold you in place. You had taunted the beast and now you would reap what you sowed. His mouth latches onto you, sucking on your already swollen clit. The feeling is so intense, you instinctively try to push him off you, but he is having none of it.

"Oh!! Papa!" you cry out, one hand tangling in his hair and the other gripping his satin sheets.

He offers you some reprieve by backing off of your bundle of nerves and instead opting to flatten his tongue against you, licking a stripe. His tongue then traces your folds before teasing your entrance, threatening to push inside. And he does just that. Eyes rolling back in his head as he stretches you with his tongue.

It has you mewling his name and arching as much as his grip will let you. When his nose makes contact with your clit, your hand in his hair tightens as you practically fuck yourself on his face.

His lips move back up to suck on your clit again, and you whimper at the loss of his tongue, but it is quickly replaced by two fingers curling deep inside you, as deep as he can reach. 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. Devious eyes watch your face as he curls his digits, scratching that spot that he finds so well.

"Papa- damnit! Satanas, Papa, I'm gonna cum," you warn him, but he's ready for it, only sucking harder at your words. You let out a needy moan as your body shudders around his fingers, juices coating his hand and chin. He doesn't stop until you're done riding out the wave of your orgasm.

Unexpectedly, he snatches you up in a kiss, forcing you to taste yourself on him. "Do you taste that, amore? You on my mouth. There will never be another, you are the only one, I could never want for anyone else." He has your head reeling; he's never been so possessive, and it's hot.

Pulling him down, you both fall back on the plush bed together. His fingers lace with yours and his erection presses against your thigh, still trapped in those unholy tight jeans. Wanting to offer him some relief, you tease your fingers over the large bulge, cupping at it and earning a groan from the man. Clearly, he was in need of some attention, so you pop open the button and slide the zipper down, taking his girth in your hand.

"Cazzo, baby, I need you," his eyebrows knit together as he begs for you.

"Then, take me, Papa," you wink at him, "No need to keep me waiting!"

He chuckles and gives you one more kiss before kicking off his jeans. "This needs to go," he snakes a hand behind your back to unhook your bra, banishing it to the corner with your skirt. His mouth gently teases your nipples as he stretches for the bedside drawer, fumbling for a condom.

Suddenly, he sits up, looking a little frantically at the empty box in the drawer. "Fuck!" He groans, head falling in his hands, "I forgot to send Aether for more..."

"Oooh so that's who does your dirty work, huh?" You tease, sitting up next to him, and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "It's okay, ya know... Maybe we don't need one."

He gives you a confused look.

"Maybe... maybe it's about time for little Gio to be a big brother, hm?"

His eyes widen, eyebrows raised drastically. He dips his head slightly, reading your face for any sign that this was a joke. "A-are you... Are you s-sure, amore?"

You love those funny little moments when the stuttering Cardinal jumps back out of him again. "Yes," you chew on your bottom lip, cupping his cheek, "I'm sure. Let's have a baby."

For a brief moment, it looked like his brain was short-circuiting. "O-okay," he nods his head, eyebrows softening and a big smile spreading across his face. "You're really sure, Stellina?" He takes his face in your hands, looking all sappy, "You want to have miei bambini?"

"Sì," you nod at his little switch to Italian, kissing him on the nose, "Now are we gonna get all lovey dovey about it, or are you gonna get me pregnant?" Your fingers tease at his erection, still standing proudly.

"Mmm, maybe a little of both, sì?" His lips catch yours again, and the weight of his body pushes your back down onto the bed. You spread your legs for him to get between them, but he simply shakes his head, flipping you over instead. When you look over your shoulder at him, feigning a snooty look, he chuckles deeply before growling in your ear, "You intend to be bred, do you not, Sorella?"

His words make your stomach do flips, and you clench your thighs together at the thought.

Now with you flat on your stomach, Copia's strong hands works the muscles in your back, slowly massaging up from the small of your back to your shoulder blades. "I need you nice and relaxed, principessa." His fingers lace into the base of your hair, tugging your head up to look at him, "You want it to take, sì?"

"Yes, Papa. I do," you moan for him.

"Bene..." He shoves your head back down in the pillows and lands a sharp 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘬! on your ass, earning a squeal from you. After he smoothes over the red mark, he lets his hand dip between your thighs. His fingers moving over your folds at this angle feel impeccable.

You push your ass up in the air, trying to get more friction from him, not even understanding how he could be so patient right now. But as if reading your mind, you feel his warm thighs straddle yours and his tip line up with you.

"To feel you so fully and completely, amore mio... I know this will be spectacular," he praises you, pushing forward with a needy groan.

It does feel a little different than what you'd grown used to, hearing a little pop as the tip pushes through your entrance. Things feel somehow smoother than before, maybe from the lack of protection, but maybe you were just that wet. You take him all the way to the hilt, whimpering and moaning into the pillow.

He sets a devilish pace pretty quickly, barely giving you time to get used to the stretch. The discomfort quickly wanes, and you feel your lover's breath hot on your back as he fucks into you in earnest, losing himself in feeling your wet heat unshielded. He leans down to press a few kisses and small bite to your shoulder before he throws his head back, really picking up the pace.

Your hands reach back gripping at his thighs mostly, as your makeup smears across his satin pillowcases.

"Cara... I need- more," he grunts, a small warning before he sits himself up, dragging your hips up off the bed and slams back into you.

"Ah!!!" you scream at the sudden movement, trying to stabilize yourself on your hands and knees. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the air alongside your noises of pleasure.

One of Copia's hands leaves your hips to ponytail your hair, pulling harshly to urge you back on his girth with more force.

"Papaaa!" is the only thing you can manage, hardly able to form a thought at this point.

"Mia dolce dea, I'm going to fill you with my seed. I'll make you grow round with my child," he tells you between thrusts, "it will be... 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢, 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘢..."

"Copia, please... Please, touch me, Papa," you cry for him.

Using the grip he maintained on your hair, he heaves you up so you're standing on your knees, back flush against his chest, "You think I would leave mia principessa untouched? What kind of Papa do you think I am?"

Finally releasing your hair, the rough pads of his fingers toy with your nipples. He can't wait until your breasts swell too... Holding you stable with one arm, the other searches for your clit, finding it in expert time. As his finger starts to circle it, you arch your hips back, also aiding him in finding that perfect spot inside you, "Oh! Oh, Satanas Papa! Right 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦- 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱!"

Always a good listener, he does exactly as he's told, holding his pace, snapping up into your heat the exact same way every time. You feel your orgasm rapidly approaching under his ministrations.

"Vieni per me, amore, per favore, vieni per me. I'm cumming- cum with me," he loses himself in the feeling of you. And when you feel an unfamiliar warmth spread deep inside you, it sends you right over the edge with him.

Your lover struggles to hold you close to him as you double over, riding out your release. His hips continue to buck into you in shallow thrusts through his orgasm.

Finally, he sits back on his heels, pulling you with him, cock still stuffed inside you. He throws his head back and rakes his hands through his hair, jaw hung open as he catches his breath. "You are perfetto, amore mio. You know this?" He wraps his arms around you, hugging your torso.

"I'm far from it, Copia." You lean back against him, resting your head against his jaw.

"No, no, no. I will show you how perfect you are. Even if it takes our whole lives, you will know how much you mean to me." He kisses the top of your head, chest still heaving.

"Papa..." you turn, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss, "I love you."

"Anch'io ti amo, cara mia, ti amo così tanto."

[doudouneverte]

My Proud Girlfriend

a/n: honestly I didn't know how to write this but I tried...My request are open by the way so feel free to request anything

*not my GIF*

Pairing: Florence Pugh x woso!reader; AWFC x CANWNT!Reader

Summary: I don't know how to resume that. Maybe just Flo is a proud of her gf

Type: Fluff

Warning: nothing

word count: 4380 (sorry)

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'WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING HERE?' was the first thing you saw when you opened Twitter two days after your victory against Chelsea for the Conti Cup. A fan tweeted two screenshots from an Instagram story. The first story was a post reposted from the official AWFC's account; it was a picture of you and Sabrina D'angelo with the trophy with a little quote: "Proud of my girls, #COYG❤️🤍" The second was also post reposted but this time it was from the official Canada Soccer team's account, a picture of you, Sabrina, Jessie Fleming, and Kadeisha Buchanan; this time the quote was simple: 🇨🇦💘.

Okay, but where is the problem? The account that posted those screenshots was a Florence Pugh fan account; those screenshots were from Florence Pugh's Instagram. Okay, I think we need to go back in time to see what happened.

There are a lot of things you love in the world, and winning a match against Chelsea is clearly one of them. You joined Arsenal in 2020 with Lotte; the defender convinced you to come with her, and even if you had some plans to play for Portland Thorns, you wanted to play with your captain in national selection, Christine Sinclair.

After the final whistle, you quickly run to Sabrina, the other Canadian on the team and one of your best friends. You did it; you beat your rivals after a frustrating draw in the first London derby of the season and a knockout in the FA Cup. You didn't have the time to pull away from the goalkeeper before the rest of the team crashed into you two; obviously, they wanted to congratulate the player of the match and the author of two subliminal assists.

"You're heavy!" Sab said it under all the gooners, and you laughed.

"Okay girls, let our fantastic keeper breathe a little," Kim said, and everyone left your body and let you stand up before they all hugged you one by one.

"We did it!" you said after you turned to the other Canadian, and before she could reply, some Chelsea player came to congratulate you. To their surprise, you gave Magda and Pernille a solid hug, and the Swedish chuckled lightly.

"What was that for?" Magda said, and you pulled away.

"It's just that I realize that I didn't properly thank you for keeping an eye on Jessie." You replied, and they 'aww' at your confession.

"Oh, don't worry, it's nothing," Pernille said, and they released you. With Sab, you made your way to the two blues' Canadians. Jessie noticed your cocky smile, and she already cursed herself.

"No, don't start it now, Y/n." Jessie said, and you raised your arms while Kadeisha and Sabrina laughed beside you. Jessie and you are known to always act like sisters, so of course when one of your teams wins against the other's, it's always chaotic.

"I don't want to upset you or anything, but Janine was certain Arsenal would win today." You said it, and you heard the defender gasp, which made you laugh more.

After a lot of teasing and a quick interview, your two captains lifted the trophy with a loud cheer from the supporters. Today was definitely a day you would remember.

This night, you were celebrating with the girls. Well,  you were kindly bullying Kathrine and Gio when your phone vibrated on the table far from you, but fortunately for you, Lotte was near it. The defender quickly grabbed it when she noticed the name on the screen. She crossed the room to join you with the young girls and handled your device, mouthing, "It's her". She didn't have to explain more before you grabbed your phone and left the room for somewhere less noisy.

"Hey," you said after you accepted the facetime.

"Hey baby!" Florence greeted you back. "How is my pretty footballer?" she asked, and you blushed.

"Pretty good, and how is my beautiful actress?" you asked, and she grins.

"Pretty good too, but I miss you," she replied, and you felt a little sad at her confession.

"Me too, sweatheart," you said, and you took a moment to admire her before she spoke again.

"You said you had a big game today; tell me how it was." your girlfriend said. You immediately started to tell her everything about the day and your match. You told her about how you teased Jessie, and even if she didn't fully understand all you said, the actress couldn't help but feel butterflies when you told her how you gave the two assists and that they elected you player of the match. And when you asked her about her day, she came back to reality. "Oh, I didn't really do anything. It was a day off, so I just stayed home with Billie; she missed you too, by the way. I talked with my mom, and she said that she would see you soon." She explained, and you nodded.

You were about to reply when Lotte and Sabrina came. "Y/n, it's time to go back home," the keeper said, and before you could reply, the two girls approached you and pushed their heads in front of the phone.

"Hey Flo, how are you?" Lotte asked loudly, and you rolled your eyes at her while your girlfriend chuckled.

"Very good, and you?" but when the defender wanted to reply, she was cut by your other teammate.

"Do you know she misses you a lot?" Sabrina said, and even after you gently punched her arms, she didn't stop there. "The last week she cried because it's been too long since the last time you saw each other," she told her, and you cringed.

"Don't listen to her, babe; she doesn't know what she says."

"Oh, of course I know, the walls are not thick; I can even hear when you-" before she could finish her sentence, you hung out, and the British laughed while you gave a glare to the Canadian.

When you were back in your shared apartment with your favorite goalkeeper, you texted your girlfriend.

You: just back at home

Flo💖: how was the party?

You: very very good, Katie taught me a lot of new tricks

Flo💖: I hope she didn't make you drink too much 

You: don't worry, Kim was here to stop her when she needed

Flo💖: I'm relieved to know that

Flo💖: I'll thank her here when I see her.

You: For what?

Flo💖: for taking care of you

You: I'm not a baby anymore 😑

Flo💖: yeah I know, but it's always less stressful to know that there is someone to take care of you even when I'm not with you 

You: you start to act like I'm a child or something like that

Flo💖: sorry it's just that I don't like to be so far from you

You: you're very clingy sometime

Flo💖: youre the one who say that? 🤨

You: shut up

Flo💖: Love you ❤️

You: Me too ❤️

You: I'll sleep good night

Flo💖: Good night

Flo💖: i'll try to come to see you play soon

You: you don't have to

Flo💖: you're my girlfriend and I really miss you so trust me I will

You: thank you 💞

After that night, you were the principal subject of a lot of conversation. They all wanted to know why you exiled yourself during the party, but thankfully, Kim, your second mom, as Sab loves to say, sensed that you were uncomfortable and helped you every time.

On the pitch, you were in heaven: three victories in the league just before two matches away against Bayern. Really great opponent on paper, and after a loss at the Allianz Arena for the first leg, you were more inspired for the second leg, and Stina was thankfully for that because she was the target of one of the best passes you ever made, and she scored. After Frida's goal a little earlier, you were leading 2-0, and you almost scored a third for Arsenal, but Grohs' reflexes surprised you.

A few days after this game, Jonas announced that you'll have a media day, but a little special this time. He didn't say more, so when the day came, you were a little stressed; they wanted all the squad, even the injured one. You were sitting like for the team picture for the preseason; you were between Gio and Sab, and you couldn't help but annoy a little the Brazilian, even if she didn't mind; she was used to it now until you started to tickle her.

"So, we will have a fan who will come to interview you about the season; the questions were asked by the fan on Twitter and Instagram; if you want to reply, you can just raise your hand and she will let you talk." A member of the staff said and you all agreed. When you were waiting, you started to tease Gio again and Khaterin, who had joined her a few seconds earlier, until the keeper nudged you to gain your attention, but you didn't have time to ask why she did that because you heard a familiar voice.

"Hello, I'm Florence Pugh, and I'm a big fan of yours." She introduced herself, and you rubbed your eyes to be sure you weren't daydreaming about her. "So I'm here to ask you some fan's questions. I think they explained everything to you, so when you're ready, we can start." she said, and her gaze never left you.

She started with some usual questions, and you didn't make an effort to reply; you were just there admiring the woman who stole your heart a few years ago. "So a new accurate question. Is that true that Y/n and Jessie Flemming are a thing?" she asked, and you came back to reality when you heard her tone. Of course, because you and Jessie are always so close, some fans misinterpret it, and a lot of theories emerge everywhere.

When you felt all your teammates' gazes, you knew you had to reply, and even if you knew that Florence was not jealous because she had already met Jessie, you couldn't help but feel stressed. "What? No clearly not. Jessie is like the sister I never had, so yeah, we're best friends but nothing else." Your reply was clear, almost like you were trying to convince your girlfriend 

After that, there were a bunch of other questions, until another one was especially for you: "Does Y/n have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?" Again, every gaze was on you, and you blushed lightly.

"Yes, I have a girlfriend, and she's the best in the world. She is busy because of work, and we don't actually live on the same continent, but she's always there for me. She calls me every night and texts me every morning; she loves to hear me talk about football, even if sometimes I know she doesn't fully understand. She's always beautiful, and she's an amazing woman; I really love her." You replied shyly, but you didn't look away from Florence, and she knew you meant it.

"Aww, it's too cute." Lia cooed, and you blushed harder.

"Our little baby grows up so fast; she already has a girlfriend." Leah said while wiping a false tear, and you rolled your eyes at her antics.

"I'm not a baby anymore. I'm nearly 24." You protested.

"Yes, but you are still our little baby." Katie added, and you didn't know how, but she managed to move without being detected and pinch your cheek.

In front of the group, Florence was laughing at the interaction. Of course, she already saw you flustered every time Christine pampered you too much, but this time it was more hilarious.

"I think we need to meet her. She needs to gain our approval if she wants to steal our little rising star." Katie said, and you smirked. It was funny because she was actually in the same room.

"Yeah, why not? I'll text her," you said casually before you exchanged a look with Sab and Lotte.

"It's funny that you said that because the next question is, who's THE baby of the team?" Your girlfriend asked, and you were ready for a wave of accusations.

"It's definitely Y/n." They all said it together, and you gasped. Of course, you were ready for that answer for some people, but even Gio, Katherine, and Victoria? That was a betrayal.

"What? Since when?" You asked dramatically, and they all laughed.

"Come on, you've been the baby of this team since the first time you stepped here." Lotte said.

"Wait, we have the same age, so if I'm a baby, you're too." You countered. "And now we have Gio and Katherine. And even Laura is younger than me." You added desperately.

"Yeah, but you have two team moms." Sab said, and you gripped your chest like you had a heart attack.

"Wow, even you?" Florence was watching, and she was literally trying not to laugh at your poor defense. "For your information, I have only one mom here, and it's Kimmie. Then I literally take these two—"you pointed to the Brazilian and the Danish beside you "—under my wings. So I think I should upgrade from baby to big sister." You said totally serious.

Leah and Lia seemed to think about it before they agreed, "Yeah, why not, if you insist?" The blonde said

"But don't worry, that doesn't mean we love you less; you're still our little baby," Beth said, making everyone laugh, and you groaned.

After a few minutes, the interview was over, and everyone started to leave except you and the Canadian keeper.

"So, you have a girlfriend, uh?" Florence asked you, and you nodded, "Too bad I wanted to ask you out, like on a date, just you and me tonight." She said dramatically.

"I'm sorry, but my girlfriend is very protective." You replied.

"If I remember correctly, you said she was beautiful." She took a step toward you.

"Yeah, I said that."

"And what else?"

"She's... pretty, like it's very unbelievable. She has a cute raspy voice. She can be clingy, but only when she misses me. And she's a great actress." You were only a few inches apart from each other until Sab cleared her throat.

Just outside of the media room, Katherine and Gio were spying on you. Laura stayed close to them to be sure they didn't do anything stupid. "Wow, I didn't know Y/n could be so flirty." Gio whispered, and Katherine nodded.

"She's so different from how she's with us." The Danish added

"What are you talking about?" Laura asked, and the young players almost screamed in fear at the sudden voice.

"Wow, you scared us," Katherine said, and the Austrian apologized.

"So what were you talking about?" She repeated.

"Y/n seem very flirty with the interviewer." Gio whispered, and Laura looked at you.

"But didn't she say she had a girlfriend?" She asked.

"Yeah, she had, but this woman is just an actress." Lotte replied, and the three almost screamed because she came out of nowhere.

"What are you doing here?" Laura asked.

"I couldn't find you anywhere, and I started to worry you could do anything stupid." She admitted, "And for Florence, she's an actress; she played in Marvel movies, and you know how much Y/n loves those movies."

"So do you think she's just being a fangirl?" The Brazilian asked.

"It wouldn't be too weird from her." The Austrian replied.

"And what would not be too weird?" You asked, and now the four girls screamed. "Wow. Okay, what's happening here?" 

"You scared us." The Danish said that, and you examined them.

"What are you doing here? I thought the training would start in a few minutes." You said, and your best friend looked at her phone.

"You're right, we need to go now." Sab said, and you rushed to the practice pitch, followed by the girls.

Later that day, you spent the afternoon and night with Florence; she had to fly back the next day, so you decided to spend your free time together. You were cuddling on your bed, and everything seemed perfect. Florence was running her hand through your hair, humming a little tune from a random song.

"I'm sorry that we didn’t have a proper date." You said out of nowhere.

"Don't worry, I know you were tired with your training," she replied. "And to be honest, I think it was a great day." She sat up, and you mimicked her. "I mean, it’s been a long time since we've seen each other, and I’m glad that we spent it here, just together. Don’t get it wrong; I love the girls, and your teammate seems really important to you, but I just need you right now."

Honestly, you didn't know you could fall deeper for someone, but you were glad that it was her.

"Yes, but I think maybe I can introduce you properly to them tomorrow." 

"I would love that, but I have to decline."

"Why?" You furrowed your eyebrows.

"Because I have to take a flight back to New York because I have a few interviews for the next few weeks that start in two days." She explained, and you pouted.

"That means you'll not be able to see our next match."

"I'm sorry, babe, but I promise when my last interview finishes, I'll jump on the plane to come back. You know we can't stay far away from each other for too long."

"I know, but I just wanted to spend more time with you."

"I know and I'm sorry, but I'll make up for that, I promise." After that and a few kisses and "I love you' exchanges, you both fell asleep. Unfortunately, when you woke up the next morning, she had already left.

Two days later, she had an interview, and the journalist surprised her in a good way. "So, Florence, you just came back from a little trip in England. How was it?"

"Oh, it was really cool. I saw my family again; it's been a while, and I could see my girlfriend," she replied.

"Oh, it's surprising," they chuckled. "Tell me if I'm wrong, but does your girlfriend play soccer in England?" They asked, and Florence's eyes were wide open.

"Yes, but how do you know that?" She was obviously surprised. Of course you didn't really hide your relationship; it's just that nobody really asked you both about it. Her family adored you, and she had already met your national team, who were the closest thing you can call a family.

"Some of our coworkers found a tweet that showed some stories you made after the victory of Arsenal against Chelsea, and you maybe don't know, but after that, everyone started a treasure hunt to know why you posted this. And after a little research, we found this," they told her, showing her a tablet with a publication from your Instagram account. It was a picture you took before you left for London; there was you and Lotte on this, and we could see an arm around your waist, but we couldn't see who belonged. But when we touched the screen to see the person tagged, Florence was tagged on the arm. Your girlfriend laughed at this.

"Wow, I totally forgot this picture. To be honest, we didn't really hide our relationship; it's just that we didn't talk about it because we were both focused on our careers, but yeah, she's my girlfriend, and I love her a lot, even if she loves Billie more than me," she joked.

"I don't really watch soccer, but I saw some edits about her on Tik Tok, and she seems pretty good at this," they said, and your girl friend smiled.

"She's the best; yeah, I think now she's the best." After this little intervention, the interview continued; they talked about her new movie and what she planned for the future.

A few weeks later, it was the second leg of the Champions League semi-finals. After a draw in the first leg against Wolfsburg in Germany, you needed to win this game. You were in the changing rooms when you received a text from Florence.

Flo💖: good luck for your match, and I have a surprise for you.

She sent you a photo of her wearing an Arsenal jersey.

You: Wow, babe, you are stunning 😍

You: And thank you; I think I needed that.

Flo💖: always ❤️

The Emirate Stadium was sold out, all the conditions were reunited for a great game. A little girl with a little Arsenal jersey was sitting beside her mom; she was distracted when someone sat beside her. The little girl's eyes were wide open when she realized who they were; she hit her mom's tights frenetically, and when the older woman looked at what happened, she was also shocked. Florence noticed the little girl's shirt, and she smiled. "We have the same shirt," she said, and the kid noticed on the back of her jersey, 'Y/l/n 24'.

"She's my favorite player," the girl said.

"Me too." Florence said she was exited. "I'm sure she'll score today," she announced.

"Of course she will." The conversation was cut short when the players entered the field.

The match was hard; of course you didn't plan to win the first half, but now it was the last minute of the second half of extra time. 2-2 was the score in the first leg, and it was the score now. There were a lot of fails, and it was obviously because you were all tired; you lost Laura a few minutes earlier, and the universe seems to believe in the victory the Germans had until this moment. After a great tackle, you passed the ball to Lotte, who found Frida with a great cross. The Norwegian pushed the ball until she found herself just in front of the penalty area; she didn't think twice and quickly shot. Unfortunately or fortunately, Frohms extended herself and pushed the ball out of the area again, but while she was still on the ground, you came out of nowhere. Your body reacted before you, and you did a perfect volley in the opposite upper corner.

Everything seemed unreal until you found your teammates' bodies crashing into yours. In the stadium, everyone was euphoric, and Florence was almost crying. When you came back from your trans, the ref whistled, and the match started again. You almost conceded another goal, but Lotte was quick to kick out the ball, and after that, the delivery, the final whistle. The joy erupted from the stands; everyone wanted to hug you, but they restained themself until you reached Sab after a little run. You jumped into her arms like you did after every big win, and you started to cry. After that, you congratulated the opponents; they were really hard to beat. When the families started to make their way on the pitch, you were requested for an interview.

"Y/n congratulation for this victory and your gaol. How does it feel to beat one of your favorite teams after this crazy match?" she asked. Florence made her way onto the pitch with Sab and Lotte.

"Thank you; honestly, I don't know what to say." you said "It was so hard; I gave everything I have; that seems so unreal." you added.

"The next step will be harder; you'll face Barcelone; they won against Chelsea two years ago; do you think you can beat them?"

"Honestly, I don't know; we'll both try to win our second champion's league. I don't know how, but I know we will try everything to beat them, even if they have good results against English teams."

"Okay, thank you. You just scored the winning goal; do you have anyone you want to celebrate with?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend, but she's in New York, so..." You couldn't finish when you felt a hand on your waist. You turned around to find Florence next to you with a goofy smile. "What are you doing here?" you asked, and you hugged her. Someone gave her a mic, and the interview continued.

"Wow, Florence Pugh, it's a surprise to see you here, but now that you're here, what did you think about this match?" the journalist asked.

"To start, I think I need to congratulate all the girls; they gave everything. Honestly, I came because I promised to see her play, but I found myself more and more implied in the game; it was amazing, and this goal was perfect. I see her practice every summer in the garden of the house, but it's something to see her play." Florence replied, and you almost forgot you were in front of everyone while you intertwined your fingers with hers. "I know she was frustrated after the first game, and now she made me fall for her again," she added, and the interviewer didn't have the time to react before you kissed the hazel-eyed girl gently.

"What?" almost all your teammates yelled, and you looked at them. You smiled widely, and you placed your hand on Flo's waist.

"Guys, let me introduce you to my girlfriend. Flo, these are my teammates, but you already know them." you said.

"The actress?" Katherine asked, and you laughed.

"I knew it!" Viv said, and everyone looked at her a little surprised. "I noticed how you looked at her, and I don't want to talk about your tweet about how she's so perfect." she explained, and you blushed.

"Wait, when she came, she immediately congratulated Lotte and Sab." Lia remarked.

"They started to date before we came here." Lotte explained.

"And every time we played in the USA, she came to see Y/n." Sab added.

"That means you've had a girlfriend for at least three years, and you didn't say anything?" Leah said, and you rolled your eyes.

"You never asked." you countered. "Now I think we need to see someone," you said, and everyone agreed.

Later that day, you were in Beth and Viv's apartment, and the girls stole Flo to ask her some questions about your relationship. Everything was alright, and you prepared something special in case you won the final against Barcelone.

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[imlivinginyourtrashcan]

Request granted,tell me everything you have time to tell me about

Ok!!!! So the one thats been on my mind lately thars not exchanged, is a lab/scientist au.

Naven Nuknuk is the lead scientist and he uses his speech therapy program to trick Molly, Feenie and Trixie into becoming his test dummies. Hes successful and mashes the girls into a horrifying amalgamation; like this!

Yoomtah and Zora are his assistance, with Yoomtah being very NOT okay with what he's doing. Zoras indifferent cuz shes getting paid (in this au the events of the Museam arc didnt happen)

Lorelai (who actually cares about her sister in this au!!! WHAT?!?! OMG ITS UNHEARD OF!!!) starts getting the feeling somethings wrong and takes matters into her own hands, searching for the three girls until finding Giovanni (in this au theyre friends) and shes like "yo gio help me out" and hes like "bet, trix is my cousin don't want her getting hurt at all"

Then they go to thw police n are all "yo help us out" and theyre like "mehhh" cuz they dont think theyre serious (Yoomtah has been sending Lorelai clues and tidbits about where they are) but Percy takes it seriously n is like "ok bet gotchu" n sends a search party

Meanwhile Naven is testing on the poor girls and keeps em in a room with Rick (whos his test tube baby and essentially a human fish with sentience)

After a lot of gaps in plot; this happens:

Lorelai runs up to the door, banging on its metalic surface hard enough to injure herself. She pulls it back, shaking it aggressively,

"You okay???" Giovanni asks, peering over her shoulder in order to get a better look at her hand

"No!" Lorelai replies with the obvious, sucking her teeth in. "The doors bolted shut!"

She takes out her phone, pulling up the number that 'The Zinger' had been texting her with, scrambling to type with one hand

LORELAI:We r here ope door

LORELAI:*were

LORELAI:*open

LORELAI:Sort wridt hurts tryib to type wigh one hand

THE ZINGER: LMFAOOO did u try punching the door??

LORELAI: do n luagh at m

The Zinger sends a gif of a smug looking cat

THE ZINGER: Dokayyyyyyy

THE ZINGER: Sadly, naynay kept the outside door non elecy, so ur gonna hafta figure that out urself 😗😗✌️✌️

"Shit!" Lorelai half screamed

"What?" Giovanni asks

"The doors not electrical! Woulda been nice to know that EARLIER, Zinger!"

"Awh come on!"

Giovanni takes out his CRUEL CRIME CROWBAR, walking up to the door. He sets one foot in it, hooking the crowbar beneath the doors handles. Once hes locked it, he yanks it until the door loosens.

"Good thing I had this!" He says, giving the door a light kick as pay back for giving them trouble. He gestures for Lorelai to follow him inside, and they enter in together to see..

Naven..

He turns to face them, with a phone in his hands. Yoomtahs.

"My my my, how persistant the two of you are!" He sets the phone on the table, setting his hands firmly behind his back as he inches closer. "Its almost..."

He stops when he's face to face with Lorelai, creaking open his eyes. The smile on his face laced with hatred and mal-intent.

"Infuritating..."

He lifts his lanky body back from her gaze, his eyes falling closed. He turns away from them

"I'm afraid youre too late, however"

"Woah wah woah woah woah what- what do you mean??" Giovanni asks, his shoulders tensing. Naven lets out a small chuckle in response,

"Would you care to see?"

He begins to walk off, drawing in the uneasy curiosiry of Lorelai and Giovanni.

They stop outside of a room, which Naven opens with the keycard. Giovanni and Lorelai hear strained, pained moans from inside. Naven enters the room, the other two scuttling behind him like scared crabs. Theyre brought to a stop at what they see, a large mushed glue monster of what was once was a person. The faces of Molly, Feenie and Trixie sticking out, all wailing painfully.

Lorelai covers her mouth, eyes wider than saucers. Giovanni can barely speak, even though his mouth was opens.

Navens stands in front of the abomination.

"This is what I had been up to all this time, Isn't she beautiful?"

Lorelais shock morphed into rage, hands forming into fists. "What. Did you do?!"

"Something glorious..." he extends his arms, his pink eyes shooting open for the first time. His smile unhinged and manic, pupils the size of grapes. "ARENT YOU PROUD OF WHAT I'VE DONE?! ARENT YOU PROUD OF MY WORK! LOOK AT HER! GAZE INTO HER MANY EYES AND REVEL AT MY OWN CREATION!"

...

I may or may not have been inspo'd by ur pfp

[dongiovannaswife]

Little Matriarch.

Giorno’s birthday fic AND!!! Esme’s brith, too :D what a nice gift, right? 

CW: medical settings and procedures, mentions to anxiety. 

I recommned you read Bocelli’s and Melmoth’s backstories first! 

April 15, Giovanna household. 9:10 PM. 

Putting his phone aside, Giorno turns to Lena from the kitchen, a soft smile making his dimples stand out and his eyes light up. “Babe, the bakery should be here in the morning. Is that okay?” 

Looking up from Dante's drawing, Lena nods, “Yeah, just make sure our order is okay.” 

Nodding, Gio goes back to the phone, reaching a hand out to accept Jovi's toy as the boy looks up at him, watching over his father with big eyes. 

Working through the last details of Giorno's birthday party, the Giovanna's had been getting everything ready before friends and family arrived in the morning, making sure enough food, chairs and drinks were available. 

Ending the call, Giorno nods and Jovi grins, taking two of his fingers in his small hand to guide him towards his mother and brother, who sit on the couch petting Ares. 

The scenario makes Giorno melt as he sits down, helping Jovi up and by his side: Lena cuddling Dante as his eyelids drop and his small hand rubs over Ares' head. The cat lays on Lena's lap, kneading the baby bump carefully. 

“Daddy,” Jovi calls and he looks down, with a pair of small green eyes that are a copy of his looking back, tired; “sleepy.”

Opening his arm, Gio smiles, gesturing forward. “Come here, buddy, take a nap.” 

The boy nods and with his help to climb up his lap and settle down, soon he's dozing off, clinging to his shirt. 

“They're getting so big, Gio.” Lena's hand reaches out to comb over Jovi's blond hair, letting her hand rest on the top of his head. 

Looking back, the Don hums, reaching a hand out to place a wild curl behind her ear, eyes softening and voice dropping with a soft tone, “They are. How are you feeling?” 

She chuckles, soft eyes shining with a genuine light to them, “Awfully tired.” 

The due date was supposed to be April 22nd —to him, it was too much: both because he wanted to meet his daughter and from the suffering his wife had been through in the last months. Even if it was worth it, it hurt him to see her like that: if he could, he would make any kind of deal to take her pain away and endure it himself.

A tap to his cheek brings him back: her finger remains close to his cheek, pressed against his skin. Looking back, he notes her small and reassuring smile. “But I'm okay, she's almost here.”

Carefully, his hand rises to hold hers, bringing it close to his lips, where he presses a kiss to the back of her hand and whispers: “We can postpone the party if you don't feel okay, Lena.”

Shaking her head no, she chuckles, “A chair will be okay. Just gotta take it easy.”

Gio hums, eyes lingering on her form for longer before he chuckles, eyes dropping close for a second as he nods his head, “Right. Just remember you don’t have to pretend. We can postpone everything until she’s born and you’re better.” 

Reaching a hand out to place over his, Lena’s voice reaches his ears in a soft melody. “It’s okay, really. We should go to sleep though, I’m tired.” 

Standing up, he makes sure to keep his son close to him, stealing a glance at the clock hanging in the wall before them, then looking back at his wife, “Sure. I’ll take the boys upstairs. Wait here, mh?” 

Nodding, she watches through soft eyes as he walks upstairs and disappears around the corner in the twins’ bedroom direction. The sound of a door opening and the silence that follows makes her grin with the thought of him carefully setting the boy down in his bed, kissing his forehead, draping a warm blanket over his form and making sure his Miyo plush is within his reach. 

As he comes back, a light smile grazes his features. Walking up to her, Gio leans down, gently scooping Dante up from her hold and, repeating the motion, he leaves upstairs, cradling his son close and taking his time. 

Looking down at her lap, Ares sits by her side staring up at her and tail wagging softly from side to side. Reaching a hand out, the cat meets her palm, purring against it as she rubs the special spot behind his ear, making her chuckle and smile, enthralled with his adoration. 

Ares had grown up a lot through the past months: and though he had gotten bigger and equally heavier according to his breed’s qualities, he still seemed to not notice, still climbing up Giorno’s shoulders and asking for Lena to hold him up like she used to back when he was a baby and had recently joined the family. 

As the cat keeps purring, he’s decided to lay down on her lap, hands reaching up to knead the baby bump and his head buried against her hand, where her fingers keep scratching his head. 

“Ares, that’s my wife.” Giorno’s comment earns a chuckle from her and a small sound from the maine coon. Reaching a hand out, Gio stands before her, waiting to help her stand up —soft green eyes and a small, charming smile pulling his lips up. Helping her up, his arm soon finds itself around her shoulders as they walk up to the staircase with their cat running upstairs and waiting for them on the second floor. 

“Gio.” she calls as they reach the hall, slow steps and warm hands entwined as the moonlight bleeds through the windows and into the hall, basking the whole hall in its soft light. 

He looks back, noticing her silence; watching intently as she tries to find the proper words to voice her thoughts. When she looks back, they’ve come to stand before their bedroom door. 

“I have a feeling something’s gonna happen.”

Twisting the doorknob and letting Ares run up to the bed, Giorno turns to her, eyebrow arched and a hand still set in the small of her back, “Are you sure it’s not anxiety?” 

Shaking her head no, Lena comes in first, going directly to the bathroom. As she looks for her toothbrush and skin care products, her reply comes slowly: “I can tell when it’s not anxiety. Besides, I’ve been pretty calm these last months.” she looks back, staring straight into his eyes from across the room. “At least since Reborn and Rebuilt.” 

He hums, grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling it up to take it off. Taking the arrow between his fingers, Gio goes silent for a moment, wishing to find a response from the arrowhead around his neck. Minutes go by, and all he can hear is the sound of water running down the sink and Lena’s humming as she starts washing her face, finding relief in the fresh water splashing her face. 

When the arrow stays still in the palm of his hand he hums, looking back at his wife, watching what he assumes is the last step of her routine. “Honestly, I don’t think I feel anything.” 

Coming into the closet, she shrugs, giving a carefree smile his way. “Don’t worry, maybe it’s just gonna be a good day tomorrow, birthday boy.” 

He laughs, walking into the bathroom to do his own night routine. “Let’s hope so, babe.” 

2:34 AM. 

A small hand comes around his bicep, waking him up instantly —eyes struggling to adjust in the dark as his wife’s voice reaches his ears in a hushed whisper, “Gio, wake up.” 

Sitting up, he follows the direction of her voice and sets his palm atop of hers, giving a light squeeze. “What’s wrong? Something’s wrong? Are you hurt?” 

The light chuckle she gives him has the smallest of nervous tone to it and Giorno tenses, millions of thoughts running through his head the more she doesn’t reply. Standing up, he walks in big strides to the light switch, flicking it on and coming back to stand before his wife, who’s sitting in bed with wide eyes and the sheets tightly held in her hands. 

Kneeling by her side, Gio reaches out, setting a palm over the babybump —right there, he realizes the looks she’s giving him: a knowing and scared look and the words that slip past her lips a tiny bit confusing for his barely conscious brain.

“I think she heard you.” 

Blinking slowly, Giorno stands up and takes the sheets from her with a quick look as if asking for permission: he pulls them down to look down, noting the liquid in the sheets below her. Looking back, his heart breaks a little as he catches a glimpse of her quivering lip. Sitting by her side, he reaches out for his phone, taking her hand with his free hand. “‘S okay, hm? Let me make some calls.”

Wiping a stray tear, Lena nods, watching as he holds the phone to his ear and speaks after a moment of waiting for the other person to pick up:  “Vivianne, we need you and la unità here, now. Lena's in labor.” 

A short response from the other side and he hangs up, stealing a look at her and then going back to his phone, writing a quick message that he sets to send to multiple contacts at once. For a second, his finger hovers above Sunnie’s contact, but still, he ends up tapping on the contact and then tapping on the ‘send’ button, watching the ‘message sent’ notification pop up at the top of the screen. 

The next minutes go by agonizingly slow —he watches her struggle when contractions start, sees her desperation as the pain starts and the relief crossing her features when Vivianne, Vittorio, Fugo and Westwood come into their bedroom with worried glances, waiting for his orders, which he’s quick to give as he stands by her side, a hand carefully set on her shoulder.

“Vivianne, Vittorio, take care of Dan and Jojo. Fugo, make sure no one follows us. West, I need you to drive us to the SPW Foundation.” 

Short nods and then they’re gone: Vivianne and Vittorio off to watch over the sleeping twins, Fugo sitting down at the living to coordinate the operation and Westwood’s running off to get the car.

Giorno could not handle the pain that cursed through his whole being the second Bocelli came out to find them in the parking lot with a nurse carrying a wheelchair: the pained look she gave him as he helped her sit down and the few words slurred in his direction: 

“You should be celebrating your birthday.” 

And he would have stayed there, frozen, if not for Bocelli’s quick response, calm and collected: so professional it made him come back to reality: “I’m sure Gio’s not angry, Lena. Don’t worry.”

The next is a blur of voices and looks —Giorno can feel his phone buzzing in his pocket and recognize someone’s calling him, probably Rohan or Matteo, maybe trying to ask for an update on the situation, maybe trying to get a flight there courtesy of the Foundation or Passione. But he can't bring himself to attend as Bocelli calls for him, asking for his presence there: his tone calm and again so professional it makes him feel safer “We’re almost there, Gio. Come here, if you’d like.” 

Coming into the room, the last thing he expects is for Lena to smile at him through all her pain and close her eyes as another long contraction starts. He moves quickly then, finding her side and holding her hand, voice soft and comforting as he feels himself calm down with a strong will to be there for her. 

“I’m here, love.” 

He’s not sure where did she get the strength to open her eyes and look at him through the tears along her lash line: he’s not sure how she can talk so sweetly, but her words almost make him cry: 

“You’ve always been.” 

He chuckles, and although it comes out shaky and he can’t really see straight, he still leans in, offering his hand for her to hold, ignoring the sharp pain that shoots from his hand up his spine the second she accepts it, gripping at it already. 

Contractions and time go by altogether —he makes sure to distract his wife whenever Goldie fixes his broken hand after each strong contraction where she grips at his hand hard enough to break a few bones in the process: he’s sure to ignore the pain, thinking that hers is far deeper and exasperating: he makes sure to never let her hand go, to whisper sweet words everytime she looks back through hazy eyes: he wipes her tears, trying to contain his own. 

4:09 PM. 

It feels like an eternity: every second Lena’s cries reach his ears and he sees her pained expressions, his heart breaks and his hand trembles as he wipes her tears with his free hand.

His ears ring when there’s silence, followed by a sob and another scream that seems to come from deep within her —and he does not expect a second cry to cut through Lena’s sobs, followed by Bocelli’s voice: “Here she is!” 

Gio’s a bit slow, unable to decide if he should keep watching over Lena or ask Bocelli about Esmeralda —torn between anxiety and excitement. Luckily, Bocelli seems to sense his worry, saying: “Stay with her, Gio: I need to perform some tests first, okay? Make sure she’s still awake.” 

Nodding, he looks back at Lena, mumbling a weak: “Sure.” And leaning close to her, he runs a warm palm over the side of her face, getting a reaction immediately: a half lidded look, red cheeks and dry lips, but at the same time, he still recognizes the glint behind her eyes when Esme’s cries get louder while Bocelli and the nurses keep cleaning her off, noticing and panicking when the strength applied to his hand weakens. 

“Say hi to your parents, Esme.” Bocelli’s soft voice makes both look back, watching the old man approach Lena, laying the baby in her chest. “Congrats, Gio, Lena.” 

Bocelli turns around, writing down the birth hour, and then, silently, he steps back, giving a moment of calm to the couple. 

Glancing down, Gio’s eyes fill with the tears he had been trying to hold on: soft pink cheeks, the tiniest nose and the smallest of sleepy eyes, hands that hold onto Lena for dear life and a tiny bit of red hair at the top of her head, Esme lays there, calmer —and when Lena glances down tears roll down her face, mumbling a weak: “Hiiii, baby.” 

Feeling his chest swell with pride, he sets his palm on the baby’s back (silently recognizing the star birthmark on her scapula), softly and gently, afraid of hurting her, with a whisper of: “Hey, princess.” 

Lena's shaky hand comes to rest atop his, paired up with some sweet words in a tiny, broken voice: “Happy birthday, Giogio.”

A tear rolls down his cheek and he chuckles, breathy and equally happy, a hand coming to caress his wife's cheek with one gentle finger and his own reply mirroring her tone, “Thank you, Lena.” 

A couple of hours have passed and Giorno’s still sitting in the couch of the room assigned to them —eyes drifting between his sleeping wife, watching through sad eyes as Type O Negative keeps her sedated and under its healing powers: he watches, through knowing eyes, the electrocardiogram traces. It’s something she had taught him —the normal traces: his eyes follow every wave, complex, segment and interval that comes in, hearing the sound of every heartbeat that the machine shows on the screen. 

The mix of sadness, calm and happiness makes him stare at the wall next, still processing everything: his daughter had just been born and Dr. Bocelli was using his stand to heal his wife in a matter of hours just like he did when the twins were born…

And though he’s not alone, he still feels weird. Perhaps a product of all the worry and anxiety after the birth, the stress of the situation and then the relief and happiness after meeting Esmeralda and welcoming her into the world. God, how she looks like her mom. 

(Was she really destined to have such a scary stand?) 

If anything, one of the two sensations he can recognize clearly is that of pride. 

The other is far stranger. He can't quite name it, at least not now, but it's that of anxious expectation and regret: wondering if Sunnie and Dio had read the message or even cared about it —was Dio interested in meeting his family? Could he call him father? Could his kids think of him as their grandfather? Or was he still alone in family matters?

He no longer speaks to Shiobana, let alone her husband. And though he's sure there must be more of prime Dio's offspring, getting to meet them was not a possibility yet —not until he could meet him. The man Mr. Polnareff is so concerned about.

The man who could still ruin the Joestar family lives at any moment if his will was still preserved by one of his underlings or followers. 

The door opens and he looks up from his lap, dismissing his worries and thoughts the moment Abel Agreste walks in, holding a bouquet of flowers in one hand. “Hey, boss. How ya’ feeling?” 

Looking back, Giorno nods, smiling: unaware of the dark circles, his bloodshot eyes and the unnerving aura around him: “Good.” 

Abel hums, setting the flowers by Lena’s side and taking a quick look at her features, he turns to Giorno, lips trembling for a moment before he raises a hand to lift his glasses and wipe a stray tear from his cheek; “Is Lena okay? I don't… think I can handle this again.”

Sighing, Giorno's eyes close, pained —and he answers, trying to remain calm: “She will. Bocelli says she's exhausted, but he says she'll recover soon this time.” 

Silence comes in. Abel's eyes are still glued to Lena's form, then running around the devices around her. The IV line in her arm and then he's unable to keep looking, instead looking back at his boss, hiding his distress with a smile and a: 

“So. Your daughter was born exactly today, on your birthday. Isn’t that exciting?” 

Chuckling and completely knowing what's going on, Giorno still nods, leaning back against the couch with a pure, grateful smile, unable to comment something else on Abel's true expression but knowing that if he keeps his own emotions under control, then everyone will be calm. “Of course it is.”

Abel's grin turns into a genuine one, silently recognizing Giorno's effort and walking up to the door and swinging it open, he peaks outside, turning back to his boss right after: “We brought the twins, as you asked.”

Standing up, Giorno walks up to the door, standing by Rome's Capo, overlooking the hall and the people standing there —a few feet away he can recognize Dr. Bocelli and West approach them. 

Dr. Bocelli smiles, the wrinkles around his eyes standing up as he stops before him with Dante holding his hand and Jovi holding his twin's hand, “Evening, Gio. Dan and Jojo were just asking about you.” 

“Oh, yeah?" Looking down at the boys, Giorno kneels to their level, opening his arms for both of them to run to him, soon embracing him. Rubbing their backs, Giorno breaths in, hearing their shaky breathing. "'s okay, boys, I'm here now.” 

'They must be so scared: they probably woke up without us there.'

Pulling back to look at him, Dante speaks up first, wiping his tears with the back of his hand. “Is mommy okay?” 

Jovi follows right after, though he's still hugging Giorno, “My sis…?”

Giorno grins, making a quick mental note to apologize to them later, —and the immediate reaction from the twins doesn't take too much: mirroring his smile, both light up, now peaking inside the room.

Taking Jovi in one arm and standing up to take Dante's hand, Giorno walks back inside the room with Bocelli as the others wait outside.

Curious, the boys look around and soon Jovi kicks his feet: reluctant, Giorno puts him down, watching them walk in, side by side and looking around until the stretcher in the middle of the room catches their attention. Slowly walking up, Dan and Jojo stand on their tiptoes to take a peak: with big eyes, Dante looks back, trying to find an explanation over the image of his mom laying there, asleep and unresponsive. Jovi calls for her softly, as if afraid of waking her up with a small hand reaching out for her. 

Feeling his throat close, Giorno steps in but Bocelli approaches the twins before Giorno can say anything: “Dan, Jojo, your mom is resting,” he then offers an explanation, “What happens when you've played all day long?" 

Jovi raises a hand, slow but confident, answering the question with great optimism: “We nap!"

Bocelli nods, smiling softly, “She's taking a long nap, please don't wake her up, yeah? She's really really tired.”

Both boys stay silent, not quite understanding the situation but still, Dante nods, sealing his lips with two tiny fingers and a grin. His twin kisses the palm of his hand and, reaching back, he gently lays his palm on Lena's arm with a "Mwah!” 

Looking back at Giorno, Bocelli gives him a short nod, watching the Don's eyes light up with hope –relieved to see the twins so understanding still from their innocence: so open and ready to learn.

Nodding back, Giorno gestures at the couch in the corner. “Go sit there, hm? I want you to meet your sister.”

With a gasp both boys run up to the couch, waiting as they work on who's gonna climb first —Dante manages to jump in, lending a hand to his twin as both work on getting comfortable in the plush cushions. 

With a light laugh, Giorno turns to the small crib by Lena's bed, leaning down to take the bundle of white sheets in his arms. Turning around, he walks up to them. 

“Dan, Jojo,” stopping before them, he leans in, careful and slow. “This is your sister, Esmeralda.” 

The twins' mouths hang open in expectation as they look down at the tiny being in their father's arms. Gasping, Jovi jumps off the couch and Giorno kneels before them, letting them approach Esme.

“My sis!” 

Dante follows right after with a small, shaky finger reaching out to poke her pink cheeks, pulling back when Esme gets a little fussy, but still there. “She's taking a nap too?”

Giorno hums, nodding along: “Yeah, she's tired. But I know she's glad to meet you.” 

Dante softens, cheeks red and a wide grin spreads across his face as he leans over, trying his best to hug Esme, “Hello, sis!” 

Jovi joins and Giorno laughs, warm —looking up into Bocelli's eyes with tears on his own. The old man gives him a thumbs up, stepping back to stand besides the door, leaning on his cane with both hands and a sad look that Giorno does not miss.

Standing up and sitting on the couch, Giorno leans back as the twins sit on the armrests, kicking their feet as they keep looking at their sister. 

As the door opens and the team comes in, Dante speaks up: “I will protect her!” with Jovi following right after, “Me too!”

Abel chuckles, sauntering into the room with a small smile and a gift box in his hands, “Now, now, quite the protective pair, hm?”

Dante looks back and up, grinning: “We have a little sister!” 

“Oh?” Rome's Capo gets closer, “Can I meet her?” 

“Mhm!” Gesturing him closer, Jovi first makes a 'silence' sign, then points at her, still asleep in Giorno's arms, “This is Esme, she's taking a nap because she's reaaaaally tired.”

Looking down at the bundle in his boss’ arms, Abel gasps, the sound so genuine he feels warmth rising to his ears. Covering his mouth with one hand, Abel reaches out to her with his free hand, caressing the side of her face with one trembling finger. “She’s so tiny,” and looking back at the twins, his lips curl up into a wide grin. “Can I join the 'Protect Esme' club?”

“The what?” Guido Mista's sudden appearance and the volume of his voice does not go unnoticed to the baby —she gets fussy immediately, but soon calms down as Giorno's hand rubs over her arm, cradling her closer to let her feel his warmth. 

“Shut it,” Westwood warns quietly, eyes like daggers as they wait for Esme to calm down.

“Sorry,” Mista mumbles, cheeks pink and big eyes: “Jus' wanted to say the Kishibes should be here soon.” 

Giorno's smile comes immediately, lighting up: “Good, make sure they stay at the mansion.” 

Nodding, the gunslinger peaks in, eyes bright as he gets to see Esme —mouth hanging open for a second before he whispers, “She's so cute, Giogio! I'm gonna be the overprotective uncle.” 

Clicking his tongue, Abel shakes his head, “That will be me, Guido.” 

Westwood joins them, “Why don't we solve this and promise everyone here will protect her?” 

Giorno chuckles, looking up with a wide, calm smile: “Then I will be the president of the club.”

“You're already the boss, tyrant.” Giggling by the end of his sentence, Mista covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing too loud. 

Looking down at Esme and the twins, Giorno's mind stays calmer, even if his heart hurts over the absence of his wife —knowing she will be there soon, healthy and happy. With them.  

Melmoth is not good with goodbyes —neither with introductions. He never knows how to start, too shy and bad with words. 

But the picture Don Giovanna sent, the one showing the tiny baby with red hair and rosy cheeks makes him grin, with a caption that brings hope to his lonely heart; 

‘Esme says hi to her soon-to-be teacher.' 

So when he types his reply words come easily and by the time he taps on the send button he can already feel his beloved mistress there, present as the usual haze he's always known her for.

‘Welcome, Esmeralda. May your life be as beautiful as you are.’ 

Turning back to the haze behind him, Melmoth smiles and the action brings light to his sour features: “Little Matriarch, hm?”

The mysteryous lady standing in the middle of that haze hums, disappearing right after. 

Leaning back, Melmoth’s eyes shut up into the ceiling: maybe he can make an exception and meet her personally. 

[moriors]

@aevm is evil : sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood / write accidentally immortal martino finding gio after the incident

CONSCIOUSNESS COMES IN BROKEN SEGMENTS , flashes of light and dark , crimson , sharp pains and bashes to the head before it all goes away again. the last time giovanni's eyes had opened , his body began almost immediately to seize; he was awake long enough to feel his head crash into the floorboards , eyes closing and reopening in his purgatory. that pin-prick of light has never been so far away. its practically unreachable , and for a moment , giovanni almost tricks himself into thinking this time , he's cracked it. he's gotten there. his blackened void is crashing and crumbling around him; surely this must be the path to hell , everything he's ever known breaking against the eternal heat. he welcomes it , he wants it. hellfire would be better than waking up again , choking on his own blood , enduring even for mere seconds the dearest pain he's experienced in two hundred years. he's never been one to quail over pain , but each time that light draws closer , it frightens him. i am stuck , i am crying out in agony , and no one will ever hear me again.

he doesn't know how long he's gone between each moment of consciousness. only that he's wandering for some time , crying out for the end , then suddenly in the midst of some dissociation he turns and the light is right behind him , beckoning him back to life. let me go. this time when it blinds him tears well in his eyes; he opens his mouth to scream , to swear and fight back , but he's interrupted by a scream that isn't his own———one that's familiar , and petrified. his eyes open and there are hands on him , one pressing to his chest , one hesitant to hold his heart , trying to place it back where it belongs. that he can even feel his heart when dislodged from his chest is enough to make him dizzy again. through the blur and filter of blood-red over his eyes , he sees a mess of black curls , a face too pale and smudged with dirt. ( the dirt rather turning to mud , now , mixed with tears that keep flowing. ) he can't speak without a heart , but he tries. ❛❛ mm ... ❜❜ martino. martino ? it cannot be. martino is dead. that's why giovanni is in this predictament in the first place.

but the face turns to him , regards his struggle for sound with a bloody hand touched to his cheek. martino. ❛❛ papà , ❜❜ he cries , ❛❛ che cazzo hai fatto ? ❜❜ even moments before his own death , martino's voice had not been so broken. but why is he here ? how ? why does he hover dirt-covered and messy , why are there twigs in his hair , no color in his skin ? why does he look so hollow ? giovanni thinks he must be a dream , a hallucination , but the warmth is too real to ignore , the pain of hands pushing his body back together like a puzzle. no ! anything but this.

giovanni drifts away again to the gentle sound of crying , and when he sees the vast nothing of his purgatory , he greets it with an ear piercing scream. grips and claws at the wreckage of the darkness , curses life and god himself. a blood curse , generational. the torment of the son is an eternal punishment , not giovanni's alone. its all his fault. the thing he surrendered his life to , his baby , the life he'd been desperate to protect , now doomed to an identical fate. his son will know his pain too intimately , he will live , and lose , and live , live ...

he doesn't wake again for a long time. but when he does; he's somewhere else , his pain lessened. blood-soaked shreds of clothes no longer stick to his arms and shoulders , and his body is met with the cushion of a mattress rather than the floor. his chest is wrapped and there's a faint , disjointed beating within his chest. there are arms around him , rocking him , trying to hum a lullaby between sobs that sound near choking. martino's first immortal trauma , hand-made by his own father. the cycle continues. he's too weak to move , but tries anyways to return the embrace that martino offers , hides away against his son as lifeless fingers grip helplessly onto his shirt. ❛❛ piccolo mio ... ❜❜ his own hoarseness nearly startles him , makes martino draw in a sharp breath. ❛❛ perdonami. mi dispiace tanto , perdonami ... ❜❜

[exmcrtis]

considering there had been a time when she didn't think she had a future, talking about one with gio gave salem a new outlook on life. it felt cheesy and cliche, but as she nearly melted under his gaze, she let herself succumb to that happiness. "sounds like we get to take care of each other. pretty freaking cool, if you ask me." she was already stretching up and onto her toes, drawing even closer to him despite the way her knees buckled when he used a term of endearment on her. baby. coming from anyone else, salem would've hated that. but coming from the love of her life? she couldn't describe how it felt. leaning in, she finally pressed her lips to his, her whole body going hot for a split second before she broke the kiss. "you sure?" she muttered, stealing another soft kiss. "i think i might have to check later. y'know, just to make sure we are, in fact, safe."

Gio let out a soft hum, tightening his grip around Salem. Something about the way she moved made him feel like she wanted to be under his skin, and if that were a power he had, he'd grant it to her. "Hey, I'll be old and silver. I'm Italian, we're too distinguished to ever be gray," he teased, but shook his head. "We'll be taking care of each other, you know. I'm not so bad at that kind of stuff myself. I may be older than you, but I can earn my keep." He loved the way she looked when she blushed. "Don't worry, baby. I've been working construction for years and I still have all my appendages. I think we're safe."

[smengus]

all that glitters ain’t gold @giornoweek2k19

[spliinkles]

No one:

Me: Role swap au ft. Molly's tired of being nice and goes ape shit as a Banzai Captain ft. ft. Tiny rat bro Giovanni thank u .

[sanchosgf]

bookmarks - giovanni reyna

based off of these + i apologise if this is a little cheesy

the two of you were stuck in LAX for the next 6 hours as you waited for your flight back to Germany. your flight had been delayed due to the weather and although it wasn’t ideal you were glad you had gio to keep you company. the two of you had gone back to America to visit his family, this being the first time you guys had traveled together outside of football reasons.

it was nearing 6am as you tucked yourself against gios side, settling into the soft material of his hoodie as you let out a yawn, your eyes fluttering shut in the process. gio places his phone down as he turns his attention to you, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you even closer. “don’t go falling asleep on me angel.” his soft voice brings you out of your sleep as you let out a sigh, your face turning to hide in the crook of his neck. “i’m not i promise.” both of you knew this was a lie, you’d been on the verge of sleep ever since you arrived at the airport. your need to cuddle close to gio only increasing each time you look over at him all warm in his blue jumper.

it was nearing 6am as you tucked yourself against gios side, settling into the soft material of his hoodie as you let out a yawn, your eyes fluttering shut in the process. gio places his phone down as he turns his attention to you, his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you even closer. “don’t go falling asleep on me angel.” his soft voice brings you out of your sleep as you let out a sigh, your face turning to hide in the crook of his neck. “i’m not i promise.” both of you knew this was a lie, you’d been on the verge of sleep ever since you arrived at the airport. your need to cuddle close to gio only increasing each time you look over at him all warm in his blue jumper.

“come on sleepy, lets go get some coffee.” you pull away from him, already missing his warmth as you wait for him to stand up. once he’s ready he intertwines his hand with yours, leading the two of you to the starbucks near your gate. a certain store catches gio’s eye as you order for the both of you and he makes a mental note to duck in there quickly before your flight. the two of you collect your coffees before heading back to your seats.

“i’m just going to check out a store over there, i’ll be back in second” you give him a lazy thumbs up in reply, pecking his lips quickly before he walks off. in the time he’s gone you find yourself drifting off to sleep, your head rested on your bag as you lay across the airport chairs. gio lets out a laugh as he makes his way back to you, a new book in hand and a little bookmark tucked away in the pocket of his sweatpants.

he kneels in front of you, one of his hands cupping your cheek as his thumb strokes under your eye gently. you find yourself waking up slowly, his gentle touches bringing you out of your sleepy state.

“hi baby” gio whispers, sitting down next to you before lifting your head to rest in his lap. you only sigh in response, grabbing one of his hands as you play with his fingers. his other hand makes its way to your back, absentmindedly drawing small shapes against the fabric of your jumper, coincidently one you’d stolen from his collection. the two of you stay like this until it’s time to board, both of you reluctantly standing up as you make your way onto the plane.

after a short fight over who should sit near the window, one which you won as gio could never say no to you when you look at him with a pout, you settle into your seats ready for the long flight ahead. gio settles his head on your lap the second the seat belt sign goes off, sighing gently as your nails graze over his scalp, weaving through the short strands of hair.

“i love you” gio murmurs, the words muffled by your thigh as he leaves a gentle peck on it. “i love you too.” you reply gently, your voice being the last thing he hears before he drifts off to sleep. 

arriving in Germany was a struggle to say the least, both of you too tired for you own good as you navigate your way around the airport. after 2 long hours you finally make it home, gio walks in first, collapsing onto the couch before opening his arms to you. you happily comply, snuggling yourself right under his chin. “before i forget, i got a little something for you.” gio shuffles around a little, reaching for his carry on. he’d slipped the bookmark in there before the two of you boarded, keeping it tucked away safely in the front pocket.

“it’s only small so if. you don’t like it just let me kn-” you cut him off with a soft peck, your thumb grazing over his jaw. “i’m sure i’ll love it, i’ll love anything that you give me because it’s coming from you.”

gio feels giddy at your words, his stomach swarming with butterflies as he gains the courage to hand the bookmark over to you. its a simple bookmark, plain white scattered with little red hearts. “flip it over” your eyebrows furrow at gifs words, though your flip the bookmark over nonetheless, your thumb rubbing over the little note scribbled across the back.

saw this and thought of you, i love you more than you know - gio <3

your heart warms at the gesture, your arms instantly wrapping around him as you tackle him in a bear hug. “i love it.”

as the months went by this slowly became a tradition, each time gio went away he’d bring back a bookmark and without fail each one would have a new note. it was his way of showing just how much he loved you.

[jojoids]

[ID: a monochrome comic based on an anonymous 4chan thread on how to cook while avoiding your roommate. The comic features Leone Abbacchio, Pannacotta Fugo, Giorno Giovanna, and Trish Una from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.

Image 1: Abbacchio is standing behind a kitchen counter holding a glass of wine in one hand and looking to the side with a slight smile. He says, "hey y'alls, I'm gonna teach you how to cook a crock pot meal in your bedroom because you hate your roommate. Start by cutting up some chicken. I am a bit buzzed, mind y'all..." To the side is a thought bubble showing a smiling, waving Giorno and an arrow reading, "roommate". On the counter is a cutting board with chicken and a knife.

Image 2: A closeup of a dirty cutting board resting in the sink. Text reads, "once you're done, put the cutting board and knife in sink and dont wash just to piss your roommate off".

Image 3: Abbacchio is angrily making his way up the stairs holding a bag in one hand and a plate of chicken in the other. In the stairwell there are multiple pictures of the part 5 squad hanging out together. Through a doorway into the living room we can see Fugo and Giorno sitting on the couch together watching the movie 101 Dalmatians. Giorno is focused on the movie while Fugo is turned to give Abbacchio a dirty look. Text reads, "gather your supplies and head to your bedroom.."

Image 4: The colors in the image are slightly darker implying that the lights are either off or dim in Abbacchio's bedroom. Abbacchio is sitting on his bed with his legs on the floor and his hand resting on his fist. Hes hunched over and looking at the viewer with a pleased expression. There is a crock pot, the plate of chicken, and a small lamp on the bedside table next to him. Text reads, "set up your crock pot in your room if you haven't already..."

Image 5: A closeup of the inside of the crock pot. A huge lump of sour cream, the lid to the sour cream container, and Abbacchio's sour cream covered hand are in the crock pot. Text reads, "try putting the sour cream in without a spoon cuz you forgot to bring one and your roommate is downstairs, so you don't wanna go back out"

Image 6: Trish is standing at the implied entrance to Abbacchio's room, leaning on the door frame with her arms crossed and an amused expression. She says, "i love this so far. You really live this way?"End ID]

abbacchio hates his roommate

[princessgemma12]

TMNT Genderbend Names

I need help again but it’s actually, like... important??? For fic, anyway.

So I’m tagging my tmnt pals. @crow-dog-blogs @leonsi @this-world-of-beautiful-monsters @brightlotusmoon @neromia

This’ll be... not long-long but lots of lines so I’ll put under a cut. I need help with names. Please. O~O

So I’m doing a genderbend oneshot, but I wanna use the same names for the characters throughout my genderbend stuff--which will include my Comparisons AU whenever I get around to revamping that thing. I have some ideas, but I want second opinions, especially ‘cause like, half of you guys read my stuff now and... I just would really like your input, please.

So, I’ll start with the main cast in this post, or at least the ones I’m worried about Right Now, and then tomorrow I’ll reblog with minor characters/villains that won’t be of much importance (at least for a while). I’ll color-coding and role-related nicknames, or actually titles for canon characters.

So for our Fearless Blue One, I think I’ll definitely hope on the Lavinia bandwagon. I mean, the woman was a fucking overachiever in the best way--she was the first female artist to rely solely on her commission money and she was known throughout western Europe, not just in Italy. Also, she was the first woman artist to paint/draw female nudes??? And she had a househusband with children? Renaissance Icon much? Plus, there’s the added benefit of Simple Nicknames and keeping the initials; Fearless Leader Lavinia, Nia, Vin, Vinny--lots of choices!

Next the Feisty Ball of Flames, our darling Red Turtle. I was thinking Sofonisba, who is also an icon and not-coincidentally my favorite artist of all time. She was taught by Bernardino Campi, which was kind of a big deal at the time, and was internationally recognized as a fucking fantastic artist. She worked in the Spanish Royal Court--she was an Italian woman and worked for the Spanish royals. Her paintings are stunning and remarkably realistic for the time period--she was so good that Michelangelo gave her props. That kind of badassery is befitting our sewer-dwelling brawler. However, nicknames were a bit tricky for me. I decided that Sof (pronounced like the beginning of Sophie) would probably be her regular nickname and Sofie would be her Special Cute Nickname.

For the turtley genius, I’m thinking Giovanna. Giovanna Garzoni was a still-life painter and portraitist. Her work is very good and her paintings are remarkably realistic. She was considered so good at what she did, that she could, reportedly, ask any price for her paintings. For some time, her primary clients were the Medici Family. She also attended the Accademia di San Luca, where she followed events and discussion aimed at educating, socializing, and professionalizing painters, architects and sculptors of Rome. Nicknames are pretty easy, too: Vanna, Van, Gio (pronounced Vawn-ah, Vawn, and Jo(e), respectively). Vanna and Van sound a bit like Donnie and Don, too, so that’s cute.

Last turtle-sib: Artemisia. Artemisia Lomi, or Artemisia Gentileschi, among the most accomplished seventeenth-century artists, initially working in the style of Caravaggio. She was producing professional work by the age of fifteen, and was the first woman to become a member of the Accademia di Arte del Disegno in Florence. She had an international clientele. She did a lot of darker works with bright lighting and vivid colors, which reminds a lot of the Prankster--bright and cheery at first glance but a little darker in reality. Also, the nicknames Art and Arty follow a similar vein of Mike and Mikey.

For Splinter’s eldest child, I was thinking Mitsuaki, which is a Japanese name meaning “light, luminence.” It keeps the M initial of Miwa and keeps the fluffy meaning (Miwa means something like “beautiful” or “peaceful”--it might’ve been “beautiful peace,” I don’t remember off the top of my head). Of course, the Shredder will rename this child, which I don’t think Shred-head is very good at naming babies (he named Karai “spicy,” after all), so I think he’d probably go with something like Kohaku, which translates roughly to “amber”--the color of the kid’s eyes. Pretty obvious, but I thought it would be funny, and I like shitting on Shredder. Have a little gag about Shredder being so uncreative that they would immediately name their only kid after their eye color...

Speaking of, I’m keeping the name Saki, since it’s unisex; so is Yoshi, so I’m keeping that, too. Titles are still Shredder and Splinter.

August is the redhead, of course, and Casey is unisex so it stays.

I’m not worried about anybody else’s names right now, since they’re not relevent to what I’m working on. But, yeah, please give me the feedback. I’m having a bit of a dilemma and I usually spend, like, weeks on names, so...

[yuckydraws]

What are your headcanons of Alphys and Undyne as moms with their firstborn child ?

OOOO THIS IS SUCH A GOOD ONE!!! I love me some alphdyne, thanks for the ask!

First off, Alphys would have carried, her work is a lot less physically strenuous and more flexible. However, she did have to undergo some major habit changes. She had a fucked up diet and sleep schedule which wouldn’t have benefitted the baby at all while pregnant. It was a struggle for sure and Undyne would sometimes find her hunched over and eating ramen in their kitchen at ungodly hours, but for the most part she did really good and she’s kept those better habits even after having the baby.

Undyne is very supportive, protective, and helpful throughout the entire pregnancy. She basically pampers Alphys lmao

The first time they get to hold their baby? Undyne is a sniffly sobbing mess, and Alphys is just all grins.

They had a boy, and they named him Gio. He has Undyne’s beautiful blue scales, sharp eyes and fins, and Alphys’ tail, spines, and snout.

Gio finds Undyne’s energy hilarious, and is never scared by her excited shouting or how intense she gets, he’s just all smiles and giggles for her.

Gio seems like he listens intently when Alphys rambles to him about her new projects and she brings him to work. He stares at her in rapt attention from his rocker. Really though? He just loves her voice. It soothes him.

They are great parents, they’re gentle and caring and attentive.

They take him on lots of trips, especially as he gets older. They didn’t get to see all that the surface has to offer when they were kids, but Gio has the chance and they want to let him be curious and explore new things the way they never could.

His first word is car, because he loves car-rides.

Once he can talk more, he calls Alphys mama and Undyne mom.

Undyne will roughhouse a bit with him when he’s a little older, and he ends up loving to spar.

Alphys always talks about her studies and he gains a huge interest in coding because of it as he grows. He also likes to tinker with stuff and draw.

They also enjoy anime together as a family, Gio ends up sharing Alphys love of Mew Mew Kissy Cutie and Undyne’s love of action anime.

They’ll enroll him in Toriel’s school for humans and monsters, hoping that he’ll avoid prejudice there for being a monster. He does, for the most part, and the school also has a program to help monster children learn to use their magic.

When his magic develops, Alphys and Undyne are so extremely happy and scared at the same time. They’re a little apprehensive because they aren’t sure just what magic he inherited from them, but they are there supporting him through every step. He has a few accidents as he learns to control it, but overall he does well.

They really couldn’t be more proud of their curious, strong, adventurous, and brave boy of theirs.

[chickensarentcheap]

do both of them :)

Do they have any crafting hobbies?

Do they wear perfume/cologne? If so what scents do they prefer?

Do they enjoy cooking?

Do they enjoy baking?

Do they have any tattoos? If so what are they and do they have any special meaning?

If they were badly injured, and for whatever reason couldn't go to a hospital, who would they go to for help?

Do they have any unusual fears?

Do they collect anything? If so what and why?

Esme:

Esme is a crafter. She has a craft room. Her fave thing to do to just unwind and relax is painting rocks. Their front garden is full of ones she and the kids have done. She also makes bunting bags for babies, little smock dresses, baby headbands, bibs. She's developed a love for that stuff

2. She wears a body spray that accents the shampoo she's been wearing for years. So it's a mixture of honey, milk, coconut, and a tad of vanilla

3. God no. She DESPISES cooking and is absolutely horrible at it lol

4. She LOVES to bake. And is -Tyler and the kids will admit- a fantastic baker. She even makes stuff for her store and sells it there. She's the mum that makes all family birthday cakes, cupcakes for class parties, takes in stuff for bake sales at the school. lol

5. She has several tattoos. Just fairly random things she's 'collected' over the years. She has a fairly large koi fish tattoo that stretches up her right leg; top of her foot and wraps around and stops below the knee. She has a large peacock design on her left rib cage. A Lotus flower on the back of her neck. A lady bug behind her right ear. She has dad's initials and birth and death dates on the inside of her left bicep. And she and Tyler had Viking tattoos (her is below her left thumb on the outside, his is below the right thumb) that correspond as a couple. That mean 'man for woman' and 'woman for man'

6. Definitely Tyler. He's got a lot of training and first hand experience taking care of wounds and all that. But he'd probably call in the merc doctor he has on staff if it was bad enough

7. Not unusual no. Just snakes and spiders.

8. She collects wind chimes :)

Tyler

He's not necessarily crafty per say, but he is 'artsy'. He draws extremely well. And has done free hand murals in some of the babies nurseries

2. Yes. He wears one that Esme bought him. Called Acqua di Gio by Giorgio Armani. Just very crisp and cool and fresh.

3. He actually loves to cook. And is very good at it :)

4. Nope. The only thing he'll try to make is boxed cake lol

5. He has more than a dozen tattoos. So other than what he had in the movie, he has a massive tattoo that takes up his entire inner left forearm. Millie had drawn their family (when he was in the hospital) and he got it permanently put on him. Now every time another member comes along, he goes and has them added. He also has the number of steps he took on the bridge tattooed on his upper right bicep on the inside. On his forearm he has each member of his family's initials and their birth dates. And a very large and intricate Yggdrasil on the back of his left calf

6. He'd go to Esme initially. But she'd have to call in more experienced help

7. He has a fear of confined spaces. Leading back to the abuse he suffered at the hands of father and when he'd been at that camp

8. He collects surfboards and watches :)

[jojosqueeradventure]

My fave MuDad scenario: wherein Haruno Shiobana is somehow discovered by Dio’s people. Dio is uncertain how to react at first, he had kind of assumed he was sterile due to the whole...being dead thing. But, something about Jonathan’s body...about the Joestars made it so life found a way. He orders his people to observe and what they report back makes him livid (he can not bury Dario Brando deep enough. even death, both of their deaths, has not fully freed him). To think that his own flesh and blood, his son is suffering similar neglect and abuse...

I imagine that he isn’t a tender or particularly Good (tm) father but he’s protective, he makes sure Haruno/Giorno is well fed and clean and always watched over by someone. When he has to confront his child’s fears, his trauma, when he’s suddenly faced with the choice of being cold and cruel like his father and walking away or try to comfort Gio, he strains to think back to his mother, to sparse memories of her love.

Dio is busy with his vampire evil plans and being a slutty menace but his curiosity burns brightly. He listens to reports from his people about Gio’s powers, the books Gio chooses out of the huge library, and he makes the time to observe his son himself. They have short conversations but he never fails to be astounded by they way Giorno sees the world. IDK if Dio is capable of love, but if he is, then he absolutely grows to love his child.

Dio is an evil bastard who tortures and consumes people like loaves of bread, but he takes time to read some of his favorite books to Giorno, occasionally ‘eats’ with him (Giorno eats and Dio sips blood or red wine) and marvels at this tiny person’s powers, his smile that blooms from a hesitant bud to a joyful full grin, his cautious/watchful nature and the gentle way he handles everything...Dio has a little, warm weakness in his cold undead heart for this boy with familiar eyes. Dio knows he should feel rage, that even now Jonathan is interfering in his life, in his son, no less. But, instead, he just feels a bit less hollow, almost at peace with the idea. Giorno lights up the world, draws people in effortlessly, has to barely speak for people to find something marvelous about him. (Baby Gio is blessed with both his fathers’ charisma)

Also kinda a fan of unhinged!Dio, protective and feral for his son, spitting and clawing at the enemy and clutching Giorno in a firm but gentle,for him, grip.

I’m just weak for the Big Bad suddenly catching ~feelings~ and having to deal with it lol and also the Good Guys being shocked and weirded out by this scary monster that also just so happens to love their child with a ferocity that they can relate to.

And when Dio gets his ass kicked apart his last words will be not of hatred but of love for his son (and its maybe a teeny tiny bit of redemption). 

[mrsgiovanna]

- Inside Giorno's mind -

Haruno: *crying uncontrollably*

Angel Giorno: Ah! Haruno, what's wrong? What is going on? *picks up Haruno gently* Shh. Shh. It's okay, it's okay.

Haruno: T-They won't leave, right? Everyone will stay here with us? They won't hate us, right?

Devil Giorno: Of course not! What brought this on, little man? There's no nightmares as of now and we're bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

Haruno: *looks sadly at the fear box* I saw that Mr. Fugo was a bad guy and we had to hurt him.

Angel Giorno and Devil Giorno: Oh...

Haruno: Mr. Fugo! Mr. Fugo! I'm sorry! *crying*

- Outside -

Giorno: *stiffens* *blinks* Huh. I...I feel weird... I *eyes widen* *gasp*

Fugo: *enters the office* GioGio, I have the stats that you wanted... Gio? Are you okay?

Awwww poor bb

Giorno: ... *blinks a few times* oh... I'm okay...

Fugo: you sure? You look like you've seen a ghost Giorno: something like that... I'm really happy you came back and everything is behind us. It wasn't the same without you

Fugo: Gio... I... thanks

-inside Giorno's mind-

Angel Giorno: *comforting Haruno * easy buddy, see everything is fine, Fugo is back with us and nobody is hurting

Devil Giorno: yeah! And we trust our friends, right?

Haruno: *sniffs* we do... *calming down*

Angel Giorno: there we go, come on, wanna draw on the mind wall again?

Devil Giorno: wait he gets to draw on it but I had to clean up ALL the paint from the floor the last time?!

Angel Giorno: he's a baby, we're not having this conversation again

Ahhh I ran off in a strange direction aww I hope you're having a beautiful and weekend my sweet, as always tysmmmm, stay safe 💗 💓 💛 💖 💕 ❤ 💗 💓 💛 💖 💕 ❤ 🐞❤🕊