#sorry Secondo but there are no second chances for you

[ficandkaboodle]

D00d. Our brains 🧠

Secondo is the stiffish mofo, he doesn’t really want to win and is holding a glass of brandy as an excuse to not have to do much. Meanwhile, Terzo is doing it all:

…Every time. You look at Primo. He is just.

Standing there.

Not because he doesn’t know what to do or doesn’t want to do it.

Your primitive mind cannot compute what he is doing. It is sickening (cvnty).

The room is depressingly lit, which only added a humorous effect to the scene.

Three old men, none younger than his mid-fifties, huddled up in a room, breathing stale and stuffy air as they hunched around their colorful game cards. The amusement the sheer nature of this offered Sister was potent.

“Boys!” she says with glee. “You’re being reinstated!”

The three pairs of eyes stare at her with shock and confusion. Shadows catch in the creases of her smile as it morphs into something more sinister.

“Well. One of you, anyway.” Hearts thud and fumble their palpitations at these words.

“Boys. Papas,” Sister Imperator begins.

“It is time…

…to Lip Sync for Your Lives!!”

* “Persuasion” by Bryson Tiller, feat. Victoria Monét starts playing*

[duskspring]

Cuddling - Secondo& GN!Reader

Domestic December - Day 3

Summary: Secondo comforts you after a rough day

Content (do let me know if I forgot anything!): Hurt/comfort, crying, soft Secondo

Word count: ~2.4k

You weren’t sure how long you’d been staring at your ceiling. You wanted nothing more than to sleep this horrible day away, but for some reason your mind refused to let it all go.

Maybe you were making a big deal out of nothing. Scratch that, you definitely were. Everyone got chastised by their superiors from time to time, didn’t they? Still, there was no reason for that Brother to be so harsh. And there you went again, replaying it all over.

But just as you got to the worst part of the few hours old memory, a knock at the door shook you from your focus.

You didn’t make a move towards the door and neither did you say anything. You waited in hope that the person would leave. You couldn’t face anyone like this. If they saw you, they’d see you were sad and if they saw you were sad they’d ask why and you’d probably immediately break down-

“Piccolina, I will not have you ignore me.”

Oh. Fuck.

Within a second you were up and at the door. How could you possibly forget your evening plans with Secondo?!

“Papa, I’m so sorry, I-” The words spilled out of your mouth faster than even you could keep up, your eyes fixed straight to the floor.

Papa would clearly have none of it, “What happened to you?” He grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him.

His gaze was searching, trying to figure you out. If you didn’t know any better you’d think he was concerned.

Words escaped you. Not even a lie came out of your mouth. You were barely aware that you were shaking your head, tears forming in your eyes just like you predicted would happen.

“Stellina,” You let out a sob as he gestured behind you towards your room, “Sit down.”

Without a second thought you followed his instruction. Of course you’d take the chance to turn away from him immediately. He wasn’t here to see you cry about nothing. You were supposed to come over to his room, fuck and leave. That’s how those things went.

Your mattress creaked when you sat down on it. Once again, you stared at the ground, fighting a losing battle to stop more tears from falling.

You heard the door close and a part of you assumed Secondo had left you there on your own. He had all the right to do so, he never signed up to watch you break down like this.

And yet he came back into your sight, crouching down in front of you.

He grabbed your chin just like before, grabbing a little tighter when you tried shaking out of his grip. Lord, you felt like a child.

“Tell me what happened.” His voice was stern, but not unkind.

“...It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” There was more of an edge to his voice, a warning. Yet simultaneously his thumbs caressed the tears off your cheeks oh so delicately.

You sniffed, “It’s stupid-”

“I highly doubt that. Tell me what happened.”

You had to take a deep, steadying breath to be able to speak more than two words, “I messed up at work and got yelled at for it. That’s it.” You finally looked into his eyes again, as if trying to prove how silly you were being.

“And why do you think that’s so stupid?”

Your mouth opened to answer, but no words came out. Why was it stupid? What kind of question was that? It just was.

“That’s what I thought.” He said as he stood back up to his full height and walked away from you again.

“Wait…” You called out almost instinctively. You didn’t want him to see you like this, but somehow the idea of him leaving was even worse.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He reassured over his shoulder, still walking away from you but not towards the door, but the little water cooker you had standing on a counter.

You watched in silent fascination as he filled it with water and turned it on, going through your cabinets in search of mugs and tea bags. He grabbed two mugs at random, letting out what almost sounded like a brief chuckle as he inspected the silly dinosaur illustrations that decorated them. He then found the wooden box you stored your tea bags in, silently studying the different flavor options. He picked out two of them, not asking for your input.

Your tears seemed to dry up without you noticing, mostly out of confusion and shock.

Secondo seemed weirdly in his element. He removed his shoes and neatly put them off to the side next to yours. His movement from one end of the room to another was smooth, picking up the water cooker before it was fully done warming up so the tea would immediately be at a drinkable temperature.

You stared dumbfoundedly as he stalked back towards you and held out a cup in front of you. Your hand didn’t lift. Your mind, and by extension your body, were drawing a blank.

“Just what was said to you to scramble your mind this much?” He acted as if this was completely normal behavior for him, as if what happened earlier in the day was still the reason you were so taken aback.

“I just… I’m sorry, Papa.” You shook your head, finally taking the offered beverage.

“For what?” There he went questioning you again.

“For being a mess.”

The man scoffed, setting his own cup down on your nightstand before moving past you to lay down on your bed. Your eyes stayed glued to his being, going slightly wide.

He lounged there like he owned the place, looking at you expectantly. When you again didn’t move, he sighed. One of his arms opened up while the other patted his chest.

A part of you was afraid you’d misunderstood. Surely he hadn't meant… Well, what did you have left to lose at this point? You set your mug down, moving further onto the bed and slotted yourself against his side, one arm draped over his chest.

It seemed like the right thing to do, since he responded by pulling you fully on top of him. Your cheek now rested on his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping against your ear. He was warm, his robes wrapping around you with his arms like a blanket. His hands laced together at the small of your back.

You would have been flustered from anyone doing this with you, but the fact that it was big, scary Secondo somehow made it that much more intimate. It felt wrong in a way. Even with all the nights you’d shared, never had he done something like this. You’d never cuddled with him before. Hell, you had never even slept in his bed.

On the other hand, the fact that he usually wouldn’t do this but did as soon as he saw you upset touched you more than anything you would’ve ever expected from him.

Your tears made their grant return. You felt simultaneously safe in his arms, touched to your very soul, yet embarrassed by the further display of weakness. You tried your best to hold in your sobs, but utterly failed to be subtle.

“Go ahead,” Papa’s voice was soft and low, comforting, “It’s alright. I promise.”

That was all you needed to lose the small bit of composure you had. You cried into his chest, holding him tighter as you allowed yourself a release you’d been putting off for a while. A part of you still wanted to apologize automatically, but words failed you once again.

One of his big hands moved up to pet your hair, while the other drew calming circles on your back.

Secondo himself felt torn. Not on if he should be trying to comfort you, mind you. He was fully willing to give that his all. He had taken his o​​ath to look after his flock and he would try his hardest to fulfil that role, especially since you were someone he knew better than most other siblings of sin.

There was a reason he’d shown up to fetch you himself, as opposed to sending a ghoul like he usually would. He knew that if you didn’t come to him at the agreed time, something was wrong. This had never happened before.

The problem was that he didn’t comfort people often and thus didn’t know if he was actually helping at all. People avoided him when it came to emotions, much preferring his brothers’ help in that department. The best he could do was try, he owed you that much.

“Do you… wish to talk about it?” It was good for you to make the decision by yourself right? Or was he supposed to make the choice so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed by it? Well, he’d rather ask directly instead of guessing and possibly getting it wrong.

You cried a few seconds longer before sitting up, straddling his hips. You wiped the back of your hand over your cheeks, “There’s not much to say,” You sniffled, looking down at the spot on his robes that had turned wet from your tears. You brushed your fingertips over it softly, “I’m sorry.”

It took him a moment to understand why you were apologizing before noticing the spot himself.

He sat up, motioning for you to get off of him. You surely thought he would leave this time. Of course he would after you damaged a priceless article of clothing. He didn’t always wear it, but probably had a lot of business to attend to today. No wonder he’d asked you to come over in the evening. That only made you feel worse.

Secondo got off of your bed, turning to you, “Do you have a clothing hanger in here?” He didn’t wait for an answer before removing his robe.

You fought the natural urge to freeze and cry again, instead getting up and speed walking towards your closet. You pulled out the first empty hanger you found. You walked back and held it out to him.

He studied it when he took it from you, “You should invest in wooden ones. Such weak plastic can alter the shape of your clothing.” He explained while still using the hanger for his robe. It barely fit and the plastic indeed seemed too frail to hold up the weight. It unceremoniously dropped to the floor, leaving him with the empty hanger dangling from his hand.

Secondo’s eyes followed it with a deadpan look, a sight you couldn’t help but laugh at softly. His head turned to you, face still serious but with a glint of humor in his eyes.

He carelessly dropped the hanger to the floor, then sat back down, leaning against the headboard as if to ignore your clear amusement at his previous struggle. He grabbed his cup of tea again and waited for you to rejoin him.

You quickly did, but not before admiring what he wore underneath the robe. It wasn't anything extravagant; a mere black undershirt and matching shorts and socks. Still, they showed off his arms and legs in a nice way. Looking up a little higher made you catch his gaze, looking perhaps more amused than you had just been.

“Are you going to stand there all night or join this old man?” His lips quirked into a subtle smirk.

It was an easy choice to make. You settled in next to him, grabbing your own cup of tea. You sat up straight but with your head leaning against his shoulder. His arm came around you to pull you in just a bit closer.

“I mean it when I say there isn’t much to talk about.” You explained, finally calm enough to get your brain to fire up the right words, “I messed up some paperwork and got scolded. I don’t know why it hit me so hard, it just did.”

Secondo shrugged, “Your feelings could have been a long time coming. Maybe today just wasn’t your day. Or perhaps there really wasn’t a deeper explanation. You don’t always need a reason to feel things.”

You took a sip of tea, it was just warm enough to still be enjoyed, “Well, you are the reason I feel better now. Thank you.” You smiled up at him and to your surprise he did it back.

“I’m glad.” The arm that was snaked around your shoulders moved up to pat your shoulder, then rested there, “I can stay if you’d like.”

The man seemed determined to subvert your expectations this evening. Still, it was an offer you couldn’t resist, “I’d like that.”

Before long you’d put your mugs in the sink and moved to brush your teeth. Secondo was next to you, removing his paints with some makeup wipes. It was such a simple moment, which somehow made it more significant.

When you mentioned wanting to shower, he gave you the space. A part of you had expected him to request to join you. You didn’t mind the little bit of distance, however, actually appreciating his willingness to be around you without the need for sex.

When you walked out, hair still moist, he patiently waited in his same spot on the bed. He had taken off his shorts, socks and gloves, deeming that appropriate to sleep in. It wasn’t too rare to spot him paintless if you paid attention throughout the abbey. Somehow seeing his bare hands felt the most scandalous.

He was under the covers already, holding it up as soon as he saw you as a means to beckon you to him. You joined him there in a heartbeat, enjoying his body heat as you once again laid with your head on his chest, one leg draped over his hips. Both his arms were curled around you, holding you in place. Usually the way he smelled was an extra factor experienced in a moment of passion, but now it served to aid in your comfort. You felt so thoroughly protected in his hold, like he would hunt down anyone bothering your peace.

It wasn’t some big romantic gesture to you, moreso a true act of caring. You felt seen, felt home in his arms.

As you started to feel yourself dozing off, he whispered to you in the dark, “If you ever feel this way again, for any reason at all, you come to me immediately. Alright?” The vibrations from his chest at his speech were calming but not distracting enough for you to not have heard him.

“Okidoki.” You whispered back with a yawn.

“Good. Now sleep, piccolina.” And you did, more comfortable than you had in ages.

[My Main Masterlist | Domestic December Masterlist]

[silverofthunder]

● if you open your heart ●

PART 1: OF CHANGES AND CHANCES

Secondo x GN Reader (+ Terzo/Omega in the background)

content: 1.8k words || criminal au, mostly just basic drama

!! things aren't described very graphically but the topics can be disturbing so 18+ is valid, i guess. !!

summary: Coding had always been more like some kind of escapism to you and not a weapon. But perspectives could always change.

So here we go now! I'm not best at writing any kind of action so this might be a clumsy start but anyway... I'm feeling good about this whole thing, nonetheless. Hope you enjoy!

You were dragged by two people to somewhere – you didn’t know where as you were blindfolded and gagged. All your attempts of escaping had failed as the people holding you were much stronger. You could hear music playing somewhere, the light smell of smoke and booze reaching your nose for a moment, soon replaced by a hint of sweat and cologne.

Your heart was thumping in your chest, the fear of what was to come growing within you. Then there was door opening and soon the people pushed you down onto a chair, taking off the blindfold and gag.

You cursed, blinking rapidly, and started to take in the surroundings. The room was dimly lit, it resemled some kind of a cellar but made more – comfy, if you could say so. And there was five men looking at you.

”Sorry about the way you were brought here,” one of them, the black haired one, spoke and you weren’t sure if he was actually sorry. You let your gaze move between the men, wondering if you recognized them.

”Do you know who we are?” another man, clearly the oldest one, asked. You tried to think, eyes scanning the men and noticed that four of them had the same pair of mitmatched eyes, and then it hit you.

”The Emeritus brothers,” you said, gaze landing on the one sitting behind the desk. He was leaning on the desk on his elbows, holding a glass of whiskey or something in his hand, his eyes boring into you and you swallowed.

”So you’ve heard about us,” the man said, taking a sip of his drink.

”Why the fuck am I here?” you asked, not trying to hide the annoyance in your voice.

”Patience, dear,” the man told, voice low, then snapped his fingers and soon a file was thrown onto the desk before him. He opened it and started mumbling information about you. And there was a lot of that and it made you feel uneasy. You didn’t know much about the brothers but you knew they had some power in the city and of course there had been rumours about them operating on the edge of law and crimes.

”So you know my life story but it still doesn’t explain why I’m here,” you spoke again.

”We need a hacker,” the fourth brother, probably the youngest one, told.

”Oh?” was all you could get out.

”Yes, that’s what we need,” the bald man confirmed. ”Copia is good, but we need someone who knows code better. And you seem to be the best we have found.”

You had to think for a second. This whole situation was so… weird. You shifted in the chair, only now realizing that you weren’t tied up.

”So you’re asking me to… work for you?” you asked, getting nods as an answer. ”And what if I don’t want to do that?”

The bald man chuckled, shrugging.

”Well, you can leave… No one is stopping you.”

You squinted your eyes, doubt creeping upon you. Surely it couldn’t be that easy but you had to try. Slowly you stood up and turned, starting then to walk towards the door. Your heart was beating fast the closer you got and it jumped when the man spoke again.

”We pay you well, and you could still live your life as you want. You just need to be available when we need you.”

You clenched your jaw, squeezing your hand into a fist. Money wasn’t everything in life but it wouldn’t hurt to get more. Even if it the way of earning it was questionable.

”How much?”

There was a moment of silence before they gave you the numbers. It was much bigger than you expected and with a sigh, you turned to face the brothers again. They looked pleased as you walked back to the chair, sitting down.

”Tell me more, then.”

It had been a week since you agreed to work for the Emeritus brothers and you had done a lot of thinking. A part of you felt that this was really bad idea while the other part saw this as a chance to do something else, make your life more meaningful. After all the shit you had gone through in the past years, it felt like a fresh start.

The questionability was the part that made it bad – you had never done much illegal stuff, not in this scale, at least. But you couldn’t deny the fact that it was also the part that made you curious. And you could do something you were actually good at. So far you had used your skills mainly for small pranks at school and in your part-time job at the programming company. And well, maybe later – after one of the biggest changes of your life – you had used them for trying to figure out some unsolved things but as you hadn’t found out much, you had given up, and stayed on the right side of law. Coding had always been more like some kind of escapism to you and not a weapon. But perspectives could always change.

The brothers had explained how they operated and it seemed pretty simple and apparently their way had worked well so far. To your surprise they weren’t that keen on killing people but it was also obvious that if the situation needed taking lives, they wouldn’t hesitate to do so.

You had learned that the fifth guy in the group was Terzo’s boyfriend and he was sometimes part of the missions. He seemed to be a pretty chill guy despite his threatening appearance and he gave you this sense of… normality when you all shared a space.

They were definitely the weirdest bunch of brothers you had ever encountered. They didn’t seem that close – it resembled more like a boss and employees relationship but maybe it was just because you didn’t know them, yet.

Primo was the oldest, the most calm and probably the least scary of them. Terzo was charming when he chose so, and you thought that he liked to be a bossy and use words as his weapon. Copia reminded you of yourself, somehow, he looked calm but inside there seemed to be a lot going on.

And then there was Secondo. The boss. Grumpy older man was pretty much the first thing that came to your mind. He was hard to read – he was the most intimidating, though, and you weren’t sure if there was any shoftness underneath or was he just all danger ready to be unleashed. That tickled your curiousity as you had always found people that were hard to read, fascinating.

The brothers had also told what happened to their previous hacker who had betrayed them. Of course, you weren’t sure if they had left some parts out, but you had gotten to know enough. Betrayal was definitely out of question. Obviously betraying them hadn’t even crossed your mind but they had to make sure you knew the rules.

Your first mission would be soon and while you started to get excited about it, you were also a bit worried. What if you screwed up? What would they do?

You had escaped the party, going through some narrow corridoors and found the staircase that lead you to the roof of the building. It was dark outside, it was well past the midnight, after all, as you slowly walked away from the door and looked around. City lights were a colorful dots in the distance and the traffic noises mixed with the music playing at the club.

Then, on the left, you saw a shadow and realized that someone was sitting there. Slowly you walked to them and as you got close enough you recognized the person. You wondered what Secondo was doing here, and after a moment of hesitation you decided to join him. He was smoking a cigar, looking at the horizon as you sat next to him.

Secondo took a drag from the cigar and then let out the smoke, the gray cloud fading into the air.

”You did good,” he said, still not looking at you. He was talking about your first mission that had been successful and tonight you had been celebrating it.

”Thanks,” you said quietly, moving your hands to your lap, starting to fiddle with the hem of your sleeves. You didn’t really want to talk about the mission but you didn’t know what else you could talk about. Luckily, Secondo continued the conversation.

”What brought you here? The party got too messy already?”

”I just needed some fresh air.”

”Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it,” Secondo said, quickly glancing at you. ”This life I mean. The parties are just… normal among the madness.”

You hummed – that was a good way to put it. It was complete madness to choose crimes over probity but sometimes there wasn’t any other choice. Life wasn’t always fair, laws weren’t fair, they were just made for to keep humanity in order. Or maybe it only caused more chaos, who knew.

”Parties aren’t really for me,” you sighed. ”Too crowded.”

Secondo turned his gaze to you, the expression on his face stoic. You were starting to get used to it, though you couldn’t help but wonder if the stoicness was just a wall he held up. It wouldn’t be surprising as the life they lived could be ugly at its worst.

”I see,” Secondo mumbled, taking long drags of his cigar, turning his head to blow the smoke away from you. As his eyes settled on you again, you flashed a tiniest of smile to the man.

”What?”

”This is… I don’t even know,” you said, letting out a small laugh. ”Like why me?”

Secondo didn’t answer straight away, he just stared at you, maybe thinking and you waited. You had a lot of questions but so little answers, yet, and you were sure that some of them might never be answered.

”As you know, we did some research,” Secondo started and you nodded. ”You seemed the best and safest option.”

You knitted your brows together. ”The safest option?”

”I think you know what I mean,” Secondo stated and you started thinking about your life, comparing it to the information the brothers had about you and connect the dots.

”The file you have about me… Was that all you could find?” you asked, your thoughts going to the certain part of your life – the part that was a red stain on the white. The part that had broken your heart so badly that you would carry the scars with you for the rest of your life.

You might have imagined it due to the bad lighting but only for a fleeting moment Secondo looked almost… sad. Then it was gone and he gave you an answer.

”No, there wasn’t all.”

[da-rulah]

Hey, I don’t know english well, but I really wanted to share this with you... To please you... Um, I hope you understand me👉👈

So...

Thinking about Primo in his garden, he will pay attention not only to his plants, but also to the animals that have settled there. Maybe he hung up a few feeders specifically for squirrels and birds. Sometimes he feeds rabbits and raccoons. If necessary, Primo will definitely take his furry friend to the veterinarian. Basically, he's like a Disney princess. Animals love him madly.

Oh, Secondo... It seems to me that behind his menacing façade hides a very vulnerable and gentle soul. I think he is someone who believes in love «once and for a lifetime», but has never known it. Although he probably has a pendant left over from his first lover, with whom he could not be due to circumstances.

I can't help but think about what a great lover Terzo would be. Are you cold? He will give you his robe without hesitation. You are hungry? He will find you food anytime, anywhere. Are you feeling unwell? He will be there as long as you want, not caring about his responsibilities. He considers you the meaning of his life and wants you to remember this every second of your existence.

Copia loves her ghouls so much and it's so cute! It would be fun to watch him personally raise them. Aether and Sodo (1.5-2 years old) constantly quarrel over toys. Mountain (5 years old) and Rain (4 years old) are learning to read, drawing cute pictures, and generally being calm. And Swiss, Cirrus, Cumulus and Sunny (also 3-4 years old) play with dolls together, have a tea party, but sometimes play pranks. Oh, Copia will definitely have a nervous breakdown soon, but he loves them all so much...

Well, something like that... Sorry it's so much😅🫶

Hi, lovely! Your english is a lot better than you think, trust me! These are all so sweet...

Primo just loves nature... He's precious and as long as the animals aren't messing with his fruit and vegetable patches or ruining the flower beds, he's perfectly content with them enjoy his gardens too!

I think this about Secondo too, I wrote a one shot where he had screwed up his relationship with his one true love and she had come back in to his life by chance years later...

Terzo is very attentive, definitely. Such a sweet man, he just wants to dote on you all the time!

Poor Copia... he'd be pulling his hair out with stress but he wouldn't change any of it for a second!

[copiousloverofcopia]

OH MY SWEET LUCIFER!💗

I know it has been a LONG time since I updated, and I really appreciate all of you who have been sticking around to read my work. I promise I will do everything in my power to always finish a fic I start, and I am happy to finally have an update for Terzo and Mary!

Thank you so much for allowing me to write for you! Hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Beautiful divider credit to @gothdaddyissues

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 9: The End Days

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below!

Secondo and Primo waited impatiently outside in the hall. The sounds of their footfalls, echoing down the corridor as they paced the marble floor. The door to the infirmary was closed to them. The Ministry physician and Terzo on the other side, doing everything they could to save Mary and the child. 

Secondo’s heart was heavy. Filled with the guilt of coveting her. No longer envying his brother for the perceived honor he had been bestowed, but instead wounded by the knowledge of his brother’s pain. Feeling even more culpable having developed feelings for her. Still drawn to Mary, much as he supposed Terzo had been in the beginning. 

Called by her fair face and sweet disposition. The likes of which, Secondo would normally regard as begging for his personal style of corruption and obscenity. Lustful thoughts he now wished he could bury, strangle—kill off. Primo noticed it, his brother’s descent into his thoughts, becoming madder as the seconds passed. Ticking away on the monstrance clock down the hall.

“What are you thinking?” Primo asked him. 

“Nothing.” Secondo scoffed, folding his arms and continuing to pace. Primo hated being lied to, especially when they already knew he knew. Bringing his arm up to halt him with a jolt to the chest. Stopping Secondo in his tracks.

“Cazzate. So quando nascondi qualcosa. Pensi che sia la prima volta che mi menti. Che sono completamente nuovo alla tua stupidità?” he spewed, groaning in Italiano. Always faltering to his native tongue when he became flustered or angry. 

“It’s this whole thing.”

“Jealousy was always your downfall Secondo… you need to learn not everything belongs to you.” Primo snapped. Pissed that Secondo was still hung up on misplaced desires for their brother’s lover. Convinced that Secondo cared more about satisfying his cock than he did anything else. 

“I know, and for that I am sorry.” he sighed, a moment of true contrition from him. One Primo had not expected, when Terzo came from behind the door. Still covered in blood, but his face awash in relief. 

“She’s stable. For how long we don’t know.” Terzo explained, running his hand over his head. Allowing himself a moment to come down from the surge of adrenaline that had come from what transpired. 

“Did she receive the wound fratello? The wound of the spear?” Primo asked, hoping that if she had, and survived it, by Satan’s grace then maybe she would be spared the fate he had feared was destined for her.

“No…no she did not.”

Hours later, Terzo refused to leave Mary’s side once more. His head hung low towards his lap. Pounding and spinning. Never before in his life had he felt such pain and anguish. Scared with every fiber of his being that Mary would pay the price for his own selfishness—his cowardice. He held her hand gently as she laid beside him on the bed—unconscious and lost.

“What’s done, is done fratello. You can’t change that.” Primo told him. His brotherly hand, placed atop Terzo’s shoulder. Trying to comfort the brother who he could not bear to see suffering. The greatness of it was unimaginable as the woman Terzo loved—who carried his child, remained somewhere in purgatory. Paying for their shared crime against Heaven—alone.  

“So I just sit here? Siediti come un fottuto idiota?” he lashed out. An action that would have normally elicited a slap from Primo, now leaving him despondent. Terzo clutching tighter to Mary’s hand. Hoping for some sign that she was going to be alright. That he could look to the future and see them thriving. 

Even now he imagined it—a small child and his Mary. Surrounded by the beauty of the gardens. Her smiling face, turning back to look at him as he followed closely behind them. All he had ever wanted, wrapped up in that one small fragment of hope still holding on inside him. 

“Of course, not Terzo. Come with me, let us go find Secondo and formulate a plan.” Primo suggested. Terzo looked up at him through his brows. Angry that all the answers had always led to more questions. Knowing just how dire the current situation had become and that their time had all but run out. Watching as Mary was slipping away.

“What, pray tell would he do to help? The man has practically been avoiding me since this all started. Something is going on with him. I have half a mind to think he has something to do with this.” Terzo groaned.

“While I admit there is more to his sulking than meets the eye, I hardly can believe that he is responsible for this. You know better than that fratello.” Primo reasoned with him. Terzo lamented, nodding his head in agreement. Primo was right, while he was certainly not innocent, Secondo did not create this problem.

Something felt off once more to Terzo. The words Primo had said stuck with him. Lingering a moment before he inquired about them. Asking his brother for clarification.

“What do you mean there is more than meets the eye.” Terzo asked, his curiosity piqued as Primo began rubbing at his temples. Exhaling through pursed lips as he realized what he had just done. 

“Terzo this really isn’t the time.” Primo explained, hoping that thing would just move on, but knowing full well that once Terzo had his mind set to ask there would be no getting around it. 

“Tell me now.”

“Secondo… he… well the stronzo has developed some feelings for…”, Primo began as he gestured towards Mary, “They are misplaced as usual and he will absolutely not act on them, but of course you know him. He always wants the toy he doesn’t have.” Primo explained, desperately trying to downplay the situation, when Terzo rose up from his spot on the bed. The vein on his forehead, bulging as he went to leave the room.

Secondo came drifting out of the confessional booth. Following a very disheveled sister of sin, who seemed to be in a hurry to leave, as Primo and Terzo approached him. Primo rolled his eyes as he watched Secondo adjusting his slacks. 

“I hope we aren’t interrupting. Terzo hissed. His eyes filled with fury. Ready to tear Secondo apart. His resolve barely held together as Secondo replied. 

“I needed to get some things off my mind.”

“Yeah… I know exactly what it is you need to relieve yourself of you stronzo!” Terzo growled. Secondo, looking over to Primo for answers before dodging a punch. 

“Che cazzo stai facendo?” Secondo yelled, ready for Terzo’s next move. 

“He knows fratello.” Primo explained.

“Knows what?” Secondo groaned as Primo did his best to stop Terzo from lunging at him once again. Terzo’s chest heaving and teeth clenched—ready for a fight. 

“Cazzo! You think I don't know what you are thinking? That I can’t see the things you think are hidden. The truths I know you have uttered in darkness, behind closed doors. Vile things spit from your mouth under the veil of anonymity. I had my suspicions, but the confirmation… you disgust me.” Terzo growled, grabbing hold of Secondo’s chasuble. Ready to kill him with his bare hands. 

“Now is not the time, Terzo. You need to think about Mary. You needn't be worried about this fool. He knows he is out of line. I assure you.” Primo proclaimed, pulling Terzo off and pushing Secondo back from attempting to swing on him. 

“Va’ a farti fottere.” Terzo said, spitting in Secondo's direction as he took off towards the gardens.

Terzo reached the greenhouse. Desperate for the fresh air, to remove himself from his conflict with Secondo. Primo would keep watch over Mary as he tried to clear his head, but he was a man on fire. Rage, building up inside him. Digested with his brother and even more so, his own feelings of helplessness. 

He sat at the wrought iron table just outside the greenhouse. Storm clouds hanging high overhead, threatening a downpour—a cosmic reflection of how he was feeling inside. An imminent crash and burn steadily ahead. Terzo was falling apart. 

It was in this, his darkest of times that it appeared to him. Like in the Nazarene’s moment of weakness, he first heard the sound of leaves crumbling under pressure. The howl in the wind, chilling him before finally the appearance of a black, slick scaled serpent. Slithering along the soft bed of grass. 

Its eyes, a wicked golden glow. It was silent as it crawled along its belly. Disappearing slowly behind one of Primo’s prized red rose bushes. Only to reappear—transformed as a dark, mysterious woman. 

Soft form, draped in black fabric. Fabric that seemed to move as if it were floating in water as they approached him. Eyes filled with Hell fire, lined in charcoal black lashes and the rubiest of red lips. Their beauty, unlike anything Terzo had ever seen. Who? What was this?

“Dilecte fili mi dulcissime. Plenus vae, ut te salutat benignus deus tuus.” the woman said as they reached him. Terzo freezing up in their presence. Pupils blown wide and the beating of his heart, echoing in his ears.  

“Who are—” he tried to ask, feeling the sensation of his bones being chilled by an icy fire inside him. Both freezing and burning up in the being’s presence. The sounds of thunder, beginning to rumble in the sky. 

“I am called many things.” They smiled. It was then clear to Terzo in that moment exactly who they were. This temptress—this ethereal being was Lucifer him…herself.

“You're him, her…” he said, the words halting as they left him. 

“I can be whatever you desire...” they began, perking up an eyebrow at him, “...and what we all know you desire, Emeritus, is and always will be—a beautiful woman.” Lucifer smirked. Terzo shook off the initial shock, trying to pretend he didn’t feel the immense discomfort from merely being this close to them.   

“You’re not wrong…but that woman is Mary.” Terzo hissed. Lucifer’s face turned to that of annoyance. Taking a seat beside him at the table as if they were two old friends. Enjoying the afternoon in each other's company. 

“Terzo… please. Why can’t you be more like your brothers? Settle down that defiant streak. It doesn’t suit you.” they told him.

“Heh…”

“I mean… look what listening to me has done for you. A beautiful lover, and a child. Some men couldn’t imagine being worthy of obtaining such fine things.” Lucifer boasted. Watching as the look of anger and betrayal washed over Terzo’s face.

“You tricked me into obeying you, knowing that you would tear it all from me.” he roared. 

“I have done NO such thing.” Lucifer growled. The darkness inside them, beginning to show through the well placed veil of beauty. “It is her God that makes you suffer… not me.” 

“But you chose me… us for this. Had you picked Secondo and one of his lovers, God’s attention would be placed elsewhere. YOU said it had to be her. YOU sent me to take her knowing it would usurp his wraith.” Terzo cried before his Dark God. Dropping to his knees before them. Head bowed and fists grasping tight the fabric of their dress.

“Get up Emeritus… groveling will do nothing for you.” Lucifer explained to him. Terzo, raising up as he was told. Meeting with Lucifer’s stare.  

“Please choose someone else.” Terzo begged once more. The Dark one letting out a sigh. Feeling themselves a pushover—always having had an affinity for the youngest Emeritus son.

“I will consider it—”

“Oh…oh thank you Lucifer. Thank you.” Terzo interrupted, too soon it seemed when Lucifer held out their hand to stop his praises. 

“But you must do something for me.”

“What?! Tell me! I’ll do anything to spare her and our child from this chaos and pain.” he cried, ready to give up his own life if Lucifer should only ask of it. Lay down on Hell’s vorpal blade and allow himself to be extinguished at the Dark one’s hands. The love he felt for his child and Mary, giving him the strength to end it all. Knowing that in return they’d be safe in his stead. 

“I require a sacrifice. If I agree to withhold the evil that is set to inhabit your child. If I release your woman from the peril that plagues her…then I want you to…”

“Please, anything!” Terzo cried again, Lucifer smiling as they took his face in the palms of their hands. Holding him deceivingly gentle, as if they didn’t hold his life—his family’s lives in their grasp.

“You will kill Secondo.”

Notes:

Cazzate. So quando nascondi qualcosa. Pensi che sia la prima volta che mi menti. Che sono completamente nuovo alla tua stupidità?- Bullshit. I know when you are hiding something. You think this is the first time you've lied to me. That I am brand new to your foolishness?

Che cazzo stai facendo?- What the fuck are you doing?

Siediti come un fottuto idiota?- Sit here like a fucking fool?

Va’ a farti fottere- Get fucked.

Dilecte fili mi dulcissime. Plenus vae, ut te salutat benignus deus tuus.- My dear sweet child. Full of woe as your benevolent god greets you.

[ghostchems]

THE PROMPT LIST GOT ME BLUSHING WTF—

i just read your fic with Cardi and UGH you’re so talented ghestie !

and I should add that the 4th one is made for Bone Daddy 🫣

omg thank yOU SO MUCH AHHHHH!! i cry

anyway --

"no panties" w/ bone daddy himself

It’s late. It’s late and you’re awake, tangled up in your sheets as you mindlessly scroll through social media. You have your light dimmed and music is playing softly. Despite being up so late, there was something soothing about having this time to yourself after a long day of your duties.

That is, until there’s a knock at the door. You scramble to make yourself look decent, tugging your oversized t-shirt down to cover your ass and run your fingers through your hair to make it seem less all over the place.

You open the door.

“Sister.” Papa Emeritus the Second grunts, looming over you in the doorframe.

You blink at him a few times, words catching in your throat. 

“P-papa. Come in.” You swallow thickly, opening the door wide so that Secondo could enter. Your brain is churning — it’s 2am, what the fuck is Papa doing here? “So sorry for the mess.” You offer sheepishly, gesturing to a few piles of clothes and your messy sheets.

Secondo takes a seat on your bed and pats the spot next to him. “Come sit.” He looks tired — still dressed in his robes but his mitre was missing. You hesitate for a moment and his dark eyes snap up to yours, your knees nearly buckling before quickly stumbling to the spot next to him. He sighs deeply as you sit next to him and immediately presses in as close to you as possible, your knees touching.

An uncomfortable silence stretches between the two of you with the tension filling the air. You want to ask him what he wants but you don’t want to come off as rude or ungrateful that he is here – he is Papa, after all. You look at him and smile weakly but his face is still cold and he looks angry, frustrated even. 

“I’ve heard through the grapevine what you’ve been saying about me, Sorella.” Secondo growls, closing the space between the two of you even more. You swallow thickly as your face reddens.

“I-I… I mean, it’s not a bad thing, right?”  You laugh nervously but it obviously was no laughing matter to Secondo. He immediately grabs hold of your waist, dragging you flush against him. You whimper, squirming against him but he has you in a tight grip. 

“I’m not the kind of man to have a crush on, Sister.” He hisses through gritted teeth. Before you have a chance to respond, Secondo tosses you on to your back, his hands skirting up your shirt and groping your ass. A moan spills from your lips as you prop yourself up on your elbows. You are so overwhelmed, having absolutely no time to think about what was happening but you know you are already wet.

“No panties? Good.” He balls his fists in your shirt and rips, tearing it completely off of you. You gasp sharply – you are completely exposed to him now. His gaze is hungry and feverish, though you finally see that his lips are starting to curl upward. You feel his hard cock through his robes grind up against you.

“Do you want me, sister? Do you want this?” He tugs you down to him by the waist hard, settling between your legs. 

“Yes, Papa, please.” You whine for him, arms outstretched. Secondo snarls and is quick to hike up his robes, his cock teasing your entrance before pushing himself inside to the hilt. A moan rumbles deep in his chest, holding himself there for a moment. His hands find yours and pins them beside your head, and you’re already gasping and whining, trying to move your hips against him.

Secondo laughs darkly, then begins to thrust, his pace fast and violent. You are trapped beneath him, only able to bring your hips up to meet his with each thrust as you moan and cry. Your nails dug into the back of his hand and your mouth was hanging open, eyes heavy lidded. He is relentless, his cock ramming deep inside of you with each thrust as he growls down at you.

“Such a little slut for your Papa.” The loud sounds of slapping skin fill your room along with the string of screams and cries falling from your lips. You know he is just using you to get off after a long day of being Papa and why not take advantage of the sweet Sister who admitted she had a small crush? You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to angle in even deeper.

“Fuck, fuck.” You whisper breathlessly, your eyes fluttering open and shut. 

“I’m going to fill you up, puttana.” His words combined with how harshly he snarls them, how his pupils are blown wide with lust for you, and how his teeth are bared makes you cum hard around him with a broken sob. 

Secondo’s hips stutter and he’s right behind you, filling you up just as he said he would. He is left panting as he stares down at you, his paint somewhat smudged from sweat. He lets you go and pulls out of you, quickly standing to loom over you once more. You can’t speak, even with being released from him you feel trapped by his mere presence.

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening.” He growls, then leaves you alone in your room.

[gothdaddyissues]

In The 20s

Prologue available on Ao3

or under the cut (~2000 words)

Thanks to @ramblingoak for the help and encouragement with this one!

SUMMARY: It's the mid-1920's and Prohibition is in full swing. The Emeritus family are the city's biggest gang headed by the aging godfather Papa Nihil. With a successful bootlegging business and a popular speakeasy known as The Church, Nihil's sons Primo, Secondo, and Terzo fight to maintain their spot at the top of the crime ladder. A rival gang has plans to put the old man out of business for good.

RATING: Mature for violence and language

TAGS: Copia, Terzo, Secondo, OC characters, violence, blood, swearing, illegal activities, Google Translate Italiano

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Copia took one last, long drag of his cigarette, the orange tip burning bright in the darkness. He savored the heat in his lungs before exhaling and flicking the butt into the river. It hit the water with a brief sizzle and disappeared into the murky waves below.

The sun would rise soon; the longer they stood here, the greater their chances of being seen. This was the worst part: the waiting. The uncertainty. Would their delivery arrive? Were they being watched? Would today be the day the police stopped them? It hadn’t happened yet, but there was always the chance. He wasn’t too worried - he knew they could handle any scenario. They were flexible. They had backup plans for their backup plans. That’s why they were kings in this town. But any fuck up meant they’d have to answer to Papa Nihil, and he’d rather spend the night in jail than deal with the miserable old bastard.

It was silent on the dock, the only sounds were the water lapping against the shore and the ‘tip-tap-tip-tap’ of Terzo’s shoes as he paced back and forth. Secondo lit another cigarette and sighed. Copia twirled his cane through his fingers in boredom. Their henchmen - their Ghouls - kept back next to the vehicles, Tommy guns at the ready. 

“They’re late,” Terzo grumbled. 

“They’ll be here,” Secondo replied calmly, “Just relax.”

“Are you sure? They’ve never been late before.” Terzo’s patience was wearing thin. He was the most anxious and hot-headed of the three Emeritus brothers, traits that were less than ideal as the heir apparent to his father’s empire. 

“Give them until first light,” Copia suggested. “We’ll be too exposed if we stay past then.”

“Says the guy in the conspicuous white suit,” Terzo scoffed.

Copia rolled his eyes. “And who’s fault is that? You’re the one that dragged me right off stage the second the show ended and didn’t even give me a chance to change.”

“Shut up,” Secondo said, “Both of you.” He put his hand up to his ear. “Listen. They’re coming.”

The faint sound of a boat motor was drifting across the water, slowly getting louder as it steered closer. The engine misfired, chugging and struggling under the weight of its load. A light bobbed along the surface - a flashlight signaling morse code: short-long-long-short, long-short-long, long-long-short. PKG. Their cargo was arriving.

Secondo took out his pocket lamp and signaled back: long-short-long-short, short-short-long. CU. Message received. He laid the torch on the dock as an impromptu guidelight to help the boat across the choppy river water to the meeting spot.

The first rays of morning light we just breaking over the horizon when the tiny fishing boat finally arrived at the dock. One of the two men tossed the tie rope to Secondo so he could anchor them down.

“Sorry about the wait gents,” the other man said, “I think we overloaded ‘er and it slowed us down.”

“Worry not, my friends,” Terzo assured them, a stark contrast to his earlier annoyance. “As long as you’ve got the goods, everything’s peachy.” He motioned behind him for the Ghouls to come forward and help unload.

“We sure do!” the man said. With a crowbar in his hand, he began prying the lids of the wooden crates to show proof of their contents. “Three cases of the finest Canadian Club whisky, as requested. Two cases of English gin, and…” He saved the best for last. “A full case of French Champagne. I should have more of that in a week or two.”

Terzo beamed with delight. “Champagne! At last! I will take as much of it as you can get. You have outdone yourselves this time. Molto apprezzato!” He turned to Copia and held up two fingers. “Fetch the men their payment, won’t you? I think they deserve a little bonus.”

The boatmen lifted the crates up to the Ghouls waiting on the dock, who then carried each one to the truck parked nearby, while Copia went to the car and returned with two plain cloth bags filled with cash. Terzo took one bag and tossed it to the captain of the boat.

“Your fee, as agreed,” he said. “And…” He tossed the second bag to him as well. “Buy yourself a bigger boat. You’ve earned it.”

The man opened the bags and looked at the racks of bills within, stunned. “Jeepers! Thank you… thank you, sir!”

Terzo nonchalantly waved his hand, “Non è niente,” he smiled, “There’s more where that came from if you keep up the good work.”

“You got it, boss!”

The boat was quickly unloaded and Secondo unhooked the rope from its anchor post. “Now get gone, fellas. The sun’s coming up.”

“Yes sir, thank you, sir,” the man said as he started up the little boat’s motor, “See you next week.” He puttered away from the shoreline to start his journey back across the river to Canada.

With delivery complete and the truck loaded with bootleg liquor, Secondo told the Ghouls to head out. “Get this back to the Church. Quick, si?” The Ghoul in the driver’s seat nodded and the rest piled in for the ride.

Terzo watched the truck pull away, rubbing his hands together in anticipation as he turned to his companions. “Champagne, Copia! I can’t wait! I’m going to treat Evie to a bottle when we get back.” He sighed, blissful at the thought. “A good haul tonight. Papa will be happy.” 

“Yes,” Copia said sarcastically, “So happy that you’re drinking his product and fucking his girl.”

“What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, eh?” 

“The two of you will be in a world of hurt if he ever finds out,” Copia warned. 

Terzo clapped Copia on the shoulder good-naturedly. “You worry too much, compagno. I have that senile old fart wrapped around my little finger. I can do no wrong. I’m his Golden Boy, his Chosen One…”

“You are a stronzo,” Secondo sneered, “C’mon, we need to get out of here. Andiamo.”

“Don’t be jealous, fratello,” Terzo laughed as the three men moved to make their way back to the car parked at the end of the dock. But they stopped in their tracks.

There, in front of their car, was a young police officer - very young - standing alone, his arm outstretched with a gun in his trembling hand. “S… St-st-stop, in the.. name of the law,” he stuttered.

All three men reached inside their coats, hands on the guns they wore concealed beneath.

“STOP!” the officer yelled. “I mean it!”

Terzo slowly pulled his hand out of his jacket and raised both of his hands in the air above him. “Oh no, fratellos! He means it! We’d best give ourselves up,” he mocked, before dissolving into laughter.

“Put the gun down, child,” Secondo said sternly, “You’re shaking like a leaf - you shoot that thing and you’ll hurt yourself more than you’d hurt one of us.”

“You’re just a fledgling, aren’t you? Lost here all by yourself,” Terzo observed, composing himself. He could see the sweat trickling down the young man’s forehead, his chest heaving with panting breath. “Do you even know who we are?”

“You’re… you’re the Emeritus Brothers,” the officer said, swallowing hard, “And I’m arresting you for illegal… um… importation! The illegal importation of alcohol.”

Terzo looked around him. “I don’t see any alcohol here. Do you?” he asked.

“I saw you bring it in on a boat and load it onto a truck.”

“What truck? There’s no truck here. You have no proof of anything. And no fellow officers with you to back you up. I’m afraid there’s not much you can do, pollo.” Terzo was just taunting him now. He slowly approached the officer, unafraid. “I’ll tell you what,” Terzo began softly, “You put your gun down, get back in your car, and drive away from this place. You never saw a thing, right? Here,” Terzo reached into his pocket and pulled out a $50 bill, which he tucked between the buttons of the officer’s coat, “Something for your trouble, yes? Go on… Take it.”

“I suggest you do what he says, boy,” Copia warned. “Leave while you can.”

The young man was shaking violently, almost sobbing. “You are in… violation of… of… The Volstead Act, and I’m… I’m…”

Secondo sighed and rolled his eyes. “Fuck this,” he muttered. He stomped forward and grabbed the officer’s gun hand, his gloved palm covering it completely. In one swift move, Secondo swept in behind him, bringing his other arm around the young man’s neck in a chokehold. The man gasped and whined as he was forced out onto the dock, closer and closer to the water, his toes dangling over the edge of the wooden boards. The only thing keeping him from falling in face first was Secondo’s grip.

“I told you, kid,” Copia said sadly, “Look what happens when you try to be a hero.”

Secondo took the man’s hand, the one holding the gun, and brought the barrel up against the man’s temple. “How did you find this place, huh? This is private property. Emphasis on private.”

“I… I was just driving by…” the officer wheezed, “And I saw…”

“Bullshit!” Secondo tightened his grip on the gun, placing his finger on the trigger. “You don’t just stumble on this place. Who told you? Who sent you?”

The young man squeezed his eyes shut, tears rolling down his cheeks. He shook his head but did not speak.

“Come on, bambino,” Terzo snarled, “Speak up!”

No response.

“How old are you, boy?” Secondo asked.

“Twen… Twenty-two,” the officer choked out.

“You’re just a baby, so much life ahead of you. Is this really how you want to go out? Hmmm? Protecting someone who sent you straight into the lion’s den?”

The officer would not relent. “It’s my duty… my duty to serve and protect. I’m arresting you…”

The two brothers exchanged looks. Terzo nodded tersely and stepped back. Copia knew what was coming - he felt pity for the young man, but there was nothing he could do now. 

“Sorry about your luck, boy,” Secondo said, cold as ice. He pulled the trigger and the sound of the gunshot rang out in the crisp morning air. 

Terzo stepped forward and pulled the bloody $50 bill out of the officer’s coat before Secondo let go of the lifeless body, sending it into the river with a sploosh. He tossed the gun in after it. The three men stood in the pale light, watching as the body sank toward the bottom in a perverse show of respect for the fallen.

“So,” Terzo said, handing a black handkerchief to his brother, “We’re either being spied on, or we have a rat. No way was he just passing by.”

Secondo wiped at the blood splattered across his face, nodding. “Either way, our whole operation is in jeopardy now.” 

“Imperator’s gang?” Copia assumed.

“Has to be,” Terzo agreed. He looked out over the water at the sunrise, his rage simmering. “Papa does not hear about this until we figure out our next move, si? Let’s get the fuck outta here.”

Copia and Terzo began to head back to their waiting vehicle, but Secondo did not move. He stood silently on the dock for a few moments, his eyes closed. He reached up to the band of his hat and pulled out a folded piece of paper he kept there, a small lined sheet that had been torn out of a notebook. He produced a pencil from his inner coat pocket and added another tally mark to the dozens that were already there. One for each life he had taken in service of his father. He counted up the new total, even though he already knew the number. He always knew the number.

Secondo re-folded the paper and placed it back in his hat band as he walked to join the others. He gave Copia the once over as he passed him: “Looks like you’ve got a bit of a mess on you,” he pointed out.

Copia looked down and saw flecks of blood spattered over the front of his white suit jacket. “Ah, shit,” he swore.

Terzo chucked and handed the blood-stained $50 bill to Copia: “This should cover your cleaning bill, Piano Man.” 

[morvaris-archive]

can i get a secondo round? ❌ ⭐💛 and 💙 for raella this time!!

rena, you're my new best friend now and you can't escape this fate, sorry

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

questioning her. raella despises her authority being questioned. she was born with power, she know how to wield and use it. she's had enough questioning from her family. if her partner persistently tries to change her mind, especially in front of other people, she will get annoyed quickly, and if they continue to do it, she will get mad. don’t get me wrong, raella appreciates advise from the people she holds close, but don’t try to forcefully change her mind.  

and trying to change her. raella is self-aware, she knows she’s a bad and cruel person, and she’s fine with it. her partner has to accept it or better yet be of the same mindset. otherwise… it’s definitely a deal breaker.  

raella likely won’t take someone back. both because of the things above, and because she doesn’t give second chances.

 ⭐What is your OC afraid of? Any crippling phobias or some such? How do they act when scared and what helps them calm down? Does anyone ever find your OC scary? Why?

spiders, raella’s so afraid of them she starts shaking when she sees them. and not even the giant kind, small ones too. if there’s a spider in her house, she will sputter fire in its direction and will probably cause her wild magic to act up. it’s a disaster, but it’s a very funny disaster. if anyone sees her like that, however, it will be the last thing they see.

after the Sussur tree took away her magic for a while, it caused a new fear to appear. raella relies on her magic heavily, and feeling it being taken away was terrifying to her. she felt powerless, and she hated every second of it.

she doesn’t look scary. raella is very petite, pretty. not the type of person people are usually scared of. but she’s terrifying once you see what she’s capable of. not even in termes of her abilities, but what raella is capable of to get what she wants.

💛In general, how in control of their emotions is your OC? Do they have a good hold on them or do their emotions control them, not the other way around? What do you think is the reason behind this and is your OC ever concerned about their lack of or good control?

not it all. despite her upbringing as a noble, she’s very easy to provoke and read. most of the time raella lets her emotions take the better of her and she let’s everyone know exactly how she feels. but she can forcefully drown out her emotions if she really tries but not for long.

the main reason is probably because she was spoiled as a child. not by her parents, but by the teachers and nannies. raella also knows what her magic can do when she lets the emotions spill, and uses it for her advantage sometimes. in short, constant enabling does that to a person.

💙 What did your OC want to be when they grew up and why? Did they have any lifelong dreams or ambitions they never got to work on or are they currently working to achieve this dream? Has their life taken a very unexpected turn and put all these plans on hold for a while or have they given up on any dreams?

raella dreamt of becoming a head of the family, even though she knew it would never happen because she’s the youngest (unless her siblings died. just joking.. unless?). she always dreamt of power, and she will stop at nothing to achieve more.

as for unexpected turns, pretty much, yeah. even aside the whole mind flyer business, her life turned upside down. raella let herself be manipulated by her mother and had killed her father (who was also Ilya’s father) in pursuit of power and her mothers affection. in the end, she was blamed and sentenced to death. raella had to run away from usual confront and get used to the new world and lifestyle.

[generoussheepblaze]

Cristiano Ronaldo added another league title to his remarkable trophy haul as Juventus clinched a ninth consecutive Scudetto on Sunday by beating Sampdoria.

CR7 himself broke the deadlock at the end of the first half, with Maurizio Sarri’s side doubling their lead through Federico Bernardeschi with 23 minutes remaining.

Morten Thorsby was sent off for the visitors, and top goalscorer Ronaldo had the chance to net his 32nd goal of the Serie A season when the hosts were awarded a penalty late on, but he hit the crossbar and the score stayed 2-0.

CHAMPIONS!!!!!!!!!

#Stron9er pic.twitter.com/ipb4FN1qMN

— JuventusFC (#Stron9er

) (@juventusfcen) July 26, 2020

Victory moved Juventus seven points clear of nearest challengers Inter with two games to play and ensured they celebrated a 36th league championship.

“Winning is hard and every year it gets more complicated,” said Sarri. “Taking something for granted in sport is one of the biggest mistakes you can make and for this group it was certainly not a walk in the park.”

Sorry coach!

#Stron9er #LiveAhead pic.twitter.com/uy9qLrXqyD

— JuventusFC (#Stron9er

) (@juventusfcen) July 26, 2020

In a post on Instagram, Ronaldo paid special tribute to the club’s fans.

He wrote: “Delighted for the second consecutive championship and to continue building the history of this great and splendid club.

“This title is dedicated to all you Juventus fans, in particular to those who have suffered and are suffering from the pandemic that has taken us all by surprise by overturning the world.

“It was not easy. Your courage, your attitude and your determination were the strength we needed to face this tight final of the championship and fight to the end for this title that belongs to all of Italy.

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Ecco fatto! Campioni d’Italia

Felicissimo per il secondo scudetto consecutivo e per continuare a costruire la storia di questo grande e splendido club. Questo titolo è dedicato a tutti i tifosi della Juve, in particolare a coloro che hanno sofferto e soffrono per la pandemia che ci ha colti tutti di sorpresa rovesciando il mondo. Non è stato facile! Il vostro coraggio, la vostra attitudine e la vostra determinazione sono state la forza di cui avevamo bisogno per affrontare questa stretta finale del campionato e lottare fino alla fine per questo titolo che appartiene a tutta l’Italia. Un grande abbraccio

a voi tutti! #stron9er #finoallafine

A post shared by Cristiano Ronaldo (@cristiano) on Jul 26, 2020 at 3:18pm PDT

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“A big hug to you all.”

The Portuguese superstar has now won seven top-flight titles across England, Spain and Italy, and has 21 major honours throughout his club career.

Ciro Immobile hit a hat-trick for Lazio in their 5-1 win at Verona to remain ahead of Ronaldo in the race for the Capocannoniere.

The two-time Serie A top scorer netted twice from the penalty spot and Simone Inzaghi’s side remain level on points with third-placed Atalanta.

Verona went ahead six minutes before half-time, but four goals after the break for Lazio, with Sergej Milinkovic-Savic and Joaquin Correa also on target, mean they could still finish as high as second this season.

Roma were reliant on spot-kicks to help them past Fiorentina, after Jordan Veretout held his nerve on two occasions from 12 yards at the Stadio Olimpico.

Cristiano Ronaldo major club honours

MANCHESTER UNITED

Premier League: 2006/07, 2007/08, 2008/09

FA Cup: 2003/04

EFL Cup: 2005/06, 2008/09

UEFA Champions League: 2007/08

FIFA Club World Cup: 2008

REAL MADRID

La Liga: 2011/12, 2016/17

Copa del Rey: 2010/11, 2013/14

UEFA Champions League: 2013/14, 2015/16, 2016/17, 2017/18

FIFA Club World Cup: 2014, 2016, 2017

JUVENTUS

Serie A: 2018/19, 2019/20

Against his old club, the Frenchman opened the scoring in first half stoppage-time and added another with three minutes left to Nikola Milenkovic’s 54th-minute equaliser.

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Fabio Liverani’s strugglers trailed by two goals after five minutes, but Marco Mancosu and Filippo Falco got them back on level terms only for Barrow to give the hosts a 3-2 victory and leave the visitors four points from safety.

Torino were held to a 1-1 draw by bottom club Spal, but it was enough to secure Serie A status for another year.

Simone Verdi put the visitors on course for three points and despite being pegged back by Marco D’Allessandro 10 minutes from time, the draw moved them seven clear of the relegation zone with only two more fixtures to play.

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