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Love letter: Chapter 9 - Cardinal Copia x Fem!Reader

Summary: Hearing that Copia was now the new Papa Emeritus of the ministry made your heart tighten. And now, only one question remained: how could you both stay together, ensuring that Copia didn't meet the same destiny as Terzo?

Words: 17.122

Warnings: This chapter might be a bit painful for most readers. Please trust in the smoothness of the chapter and enjoy the reading. | Angst, fluff & smut (fingering, oral sex; m-f, breeding) | Swearing | Italian swearing

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4| Chapter 5| Chapter 6|Chapter 7 | Chapter 8

A/N: This is the last chapter of Love Letter, and all I can do is thank all of you who have read up to this point. Thank you for every comment, like, and reblog. I have nothing but gratitude for everyone who has made it this far and embraced my story with an open heart. To my loyal readers, I dedicate this chapter to you and to my friends, @terzosprimemover, @new-age-space-age , @anakindoesntlikesand, @quaildoodle, @idawnghoul, Phoenix and Ria, thank you for supporting me and always reading my stories, and for consistently writing a review for each chapter I posted. I'd like to extend a special thanks to someone I met through Love Letter, who has become a big friend of mine and who gave me a gift I will never forget: thank you for your friendship and the amazing art for Chapter 2, @quaildoodle.

"A Papa?" you repeated. "Copia, that's..."

He nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "It was unexpected, even for me. But it's a new chapter, a new responsibility." He inhaled deeply before continuing. "Unfortunately, Nihil has passed away. So, Imperator reached out to me urgently, calling me back to the Ministry."

"Wait," you took a step back, your eyes widening in surprise. "Nihil is no longer with us? Papa has passed away?" Your voice held a hint of disbelief.

His expression turned somber as he nodded. "Sì, it was quite sudden. I didn't expect it either, but sì, Nihil has passed away. Imperator summoned me back to the Ministry to take on this new role." He paused, his gaze thoughtful. "It's a lot to take in, but it's a necessary transition."

"I can't imagine how this must be for you," you said, empathy evident in your eyes. "Papa passing away, and then stepping into a position of such responsibility."

Copia sighed, his shoulders visibly sagging. "Nihil was... a complicated figure in my life, but," he inhale deeply, collecting his thoughts. "I can't help but feel a sense of sadness at his passing. Despite everything, he was a part of this ministry, and his absence will be felt, sì?"

"I'm sorry for your loss," you offered sincerely.

"Everything is alright, amore. Ma, grazie," he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss onto your forehead.

"Copia... I," you started, your voice hesitant. "If you are a Papa now," you paused, a trace of concern flickering in your gaze.

Copia's smiled gentle as he picked up on your concern. "Don't worry, cara," he reassured you. "I know it's a lot to process, but I've been preparing for this role, and I have the support of many within the clergy."

"That's not it," you sighed, feeling tears brimming in your eyes.

"What's troubling you, amore? Please, share it with me," he implored.

"Copia, if you are a Papa now..." your voice quavered as you paused, using the back of your hand to brush away your tears. "What does this mean for us? What's going to happen to us?"

Copia's expression softened as he saw the genuine worry in your eyes. He took your hands in his, holding them gently. "Amore, nothing will change between us," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "Yes, my responsibilities have shifted, but my feelings for you remain unwavering. You are and will always be an essential part of my life."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of uncertainty. "But what about the ministry, Copia? The clergy? Will they..."

His thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand. "I won't let anyone or anything come between us, cara."

"Copia, we know what happened to Terzo," you continued, your voice wavering slightly.

"I understand your concerns, amore," he said softly. "Terzo's situation was different. Sister Imperator had her own reasons for targeting him."

"Did she really?" you questioned, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you continued, "Copia, I... I..." Your words trailed off briefly as you collected your thoughts. "I know that you will be an exceptional Papa."

You couldn't help yourself and tears welled up once more and trickled down your cheeks. You instinctively shielded your face with your hands, the desire to hide your vulnerability from Copia overpowering. You were supposed to be happy, so why were tears staining your cheeks?

Copia's ascent to the role of Papa wasn't something that filled you with sadness; in fact, you were profoundly proud of his accomplishments, acutely aware of the dedication he had as Cardinal. Yet, a shadow of unease lingered. While you were happy for him, you couldn't dismiss the memories of what occurred when Terzo and Ann. Your pride coexisted with the fear of losing him, one you weren't yet prepared to face.

Saying goodbye was the last thing you wanted, just like losing him wasn't an option you were prepared to accept. The weight of uncertainty and potential consequences weighed heavily on your heart. Copia had reassured you that everything would be fine, but deep down, you understood the risks all too well. The happiness that had radiated from his eyes as he said he was a Papa now, contrasted with the fear that now gnawed at your own heart. Staying by his side felt like an impossible choice. The gravity of the situation, the looming danger, it all seemed insurmountable, and you couldn't ignore the turmoil within you.

"Per favore, amore... don't cry," Gently, he guided your hands away from your face, his touch reassuring as he met your gaze with a compassionate smile. "Everything is alright now," his thumb grazed your cheek, tenderly wiping away a tear, "I know it's a lot to take in," he admitted. "But I want you to understand that everything is going to be okie dokie, sì?"

He pulled you close, his arms enveloping you in a warm embrace. As your tears dampened the fabric of his shirt, he held you even tighter. Taking a deep breath, you found comfort in the scent of him, feeling a profound sense of completeness in his arms. Copia was your everything, it was impossible to deny.

"I have no doubt that everything will be fine, Copia, I genuinely am happy and proud for you," you confessed. "But, I can't deny how much this frightens me. My love for you is... I love you so much, Copia."

"Amore mio, ti amo così tanto. Non hai idea di quanto ti ami, di quanto mi preoccupi per te e di quanto desideri essere con te. Capisco le tue paure, ma per favore, lascia che ti assicuri che non c'è motivo di avere paura, lasciami prendermi cura di te, lasciami esserci per te. Cara mia, solo se sapessi cosa hai fatto al mio cuore, se sapessi cosa mi fai provare. Sono così completo quando sono con te," he murmured, his lips brushing against your forehead.

"Copia," you whispered his name, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt on his back in a tight hold. "I don't under-"

Copia intervened, his words breaking through as he began to speak. "My love, I love you so much. You have no idea of how much I love you, how much I care for you and how much I want to be with you. I understand your fears, but please, let me assure you that there's no reason to be scared, let me take care of you, let me be here for you. My dear, only if you knew what you did with my heart, if you knew what you make me feel. I'm so complete when I'm with you."

The tears that had welled up in your eyes now flowed freely. "Copia," you whispered again, your voice barely audible as you clung to him.

He held you tighter. "Amore mio, I love you so," he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.

"I-"

Before you could utter a word, a knock on the door abruptly silenced you. Copia's attention shifted towards the door. You took a step back, your gaze averted from his.

"Sì?" His gaze returned to you briefly, a tender kiss gracing your forehead before he moved toward the main door of the room. "Hold on, amore."

As he reached the door and swung it open, Swiss stood on the other side.

"Papa, the Sister is waiting for you outside."

"Oh! Sì, sì," Copia clasped his hands together. "Eccellente! I'll be there in a minute, Swiss."

Copia closed the door and turned back to you, you offered him a small smile, your conflicting emotions still evident in your eyes. He approached you once more, his fingers gently lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

"I need to get ready for the Black Mass," he whispered and with a gentle lean, he pressed a soft, reassuring peck on your lips.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely could be listen. "But I'm not ready, Copia."

"What do you mean, cara?" he asked, murmuring.

You held onto his hand, your fingers intertwining with his as you closed your eyes and released a calming breath. Taking a tentative step forward, your arms encircling his neck as you leaned in. Closing the remaining gap, your lips met his in a wordless, delicate kiss. The sensation of his touch ignited a swirl of emotions within you, a moment of shared intimacy that spoke volumes in its quiet simplicity.

You found yourself unable to contain the tears that welled up. They spilled down your cheeks, and gently dampened his face, causing the edges of his face paint to slowly blur and fade. You pressed your body closer to his, your embrace deepening as the kiss intensified. Copia's hands instinctively sought the warmth of your waist, his touch tender yet possessive. His fingers trailed along your back, a gentle yet firm hold, keeping your body pressed against his.

Your lips parted slightly as you both sought a breath. With a gradual release, you eased away from the kiss, your eyes fluttering open to meet the sight of his closed eyes, his swollen lips and the fading traces of his face paint. His lips brushed against yours, and you couldn't resist but kiss him again.

His hand moved to caress your cheek, brushing away the stray tear before it could fall. Your lips parted slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside, probing for yours. You met his tongue with your own, swirling around in your mouth, savoring the taste of him. Copia's hands went back to your back, exploring the curves of your backside, his touch soft yet firm.

Once again your lips parted and you let out a heavy sigh, letting the moment after the kiss become a quiet interlude. A suspended breath between you as you studied his features with a depth of attention. Your gaze traced every line of his face, committing the details to memory. Each nuance, each curve.

As your eyes locked onto his, you grappled with a blend of emotions—love, longing, and a bittersweet. The weight of his newfound role as Papa was a looming presence, and the delicate balance between your hearts and the ministry weighed heavily on your mind.

As you withdrew from his embrace, his gaze unwavering as you stepped back from his embrace, your fingers delicately wiping away stray tears.

The truth is, you weren't prepared for what the uncertainties that the future might hold for both of you. But, sharing those concerns with him at this moment was not an option.

You met his gaze, offering a gentle smile. "I'm not ready to join the chapel for the Black Mass. I need to change my clothes, put on my habit. Swiss, I believe that's his name, mentioned it to me."

His brows furrowed with palpable confusion. "Cara..."

You let out a soft chuckle, attempting to stifle the tears that lingered in your eyes. "Can you believe it, Copia? He mistook me for a newcomer!" A hint of mirth graced your voice.

He reached for your arms, pulling you closer to him. "You don't have to change your clothes, you're here with me, sì? He won't trouble you again." his grip on your arms feeling like a soothing anchor.

"No, really, I insist. I don't want to stand out among the siblings in the chapel, especially during your inaugural Black Mass." You replied, your voice firm yet tinged with sadness.

"Cara, you don't have to do it," he implored, his touch gentle as he held your arms.

"I insist," you met his gaze, your eyes reflecting your inner turmoil. "Please, allow me this. Let me go."

With a gentle squeeze of your arms, he reluctantly let go, creating a bit of distance between you. Your gaze shifted to the door, your mind resolute on your decision.

"I will meet you in the chapel," you stated, your voice steady.

Turning your body, you began to walk towards the door, not meeting Copia's eyes as you did. You didn't dare look back, afraid of what you might see in his eyes.

"No, cara, wait, per favore," he pleaded, his hand reaching for your wrist, attempting to stop you.

"I think... You'll need to get your face paint redone. I'm sorry," you managed to say, your voice catching slightly.

You didn't turn to face him and gently pulled your wrist from his grasp, taking a few steps towards the door. With a heavy heart, you opened it and left the room, your footsteps echoing in the main roon as you made your way to the front door of the apartment.

As you stepped through the front door and into the hallway, your eyes fell upon another Ghoul, unmistakably Dewdrop based on his voice and stature. He was engaged in an animated conversation with one of the sisters from the ministry. Their proximity and her flushed cheeks were clearly visible. It wasn't the first time you had witnessed Dewdrop's flirtations with her.

Caught off guard by your sudden appearance, the sister's eyes widened, and she stammered, "Oh! S-Sister! I'm sorry I didn't see you there."

"No need to apologize, sister," you reassured the flustered sister with a warm smile. "Please, carry on with your conversation." Your gaze shifted to Dewdrop, and you raised an eyebrow playfully. "Dewdrop, I see you're keeping yourself busy as always."

Dewdrop grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Well, you know me, always working hard."

The sister's blush deepened, and she looked between the two of you, clearly uncertain how to proceed. "Um, well, it was nice talking to you both. I should, uh, get going."

"Goodnight, Sister Kelly," you said with a nod, offering a small smile.

"G-Goodnight," she managed to respond, quickly stepping back from Dewdrop.

Your attention shifted to the delicate bundle in Kelly's arms, a piece of fabric carefully folded and cradled. Could it be one of Copia's vestments for the impending Black Mass?

"W- Well, if you'll excuse me," she said, glancing at you. "Are you coming, Dewy?" She returned her gaze to him, with a smirk on her lips, before walk towards the Papal apartment.

"Of course," he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "You have quite the effect on her, Dewdrop."

He shrugged casually, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Just spreading a little Ghoul charm, Sister."

"Is that what you call it?" you teased, your tone light.

Dewdrop chuckled, his gaze meeting yours. "Well, I do try my best."

"I'm sure you do," you replied with a knowing smile. "Just remember, the Papal apartment is that way." You pointed in the direction she had rushed off to.

Dewdrop feigned innocence. "Oh, was she heading there too? What a coincidence."

As Dewdrop playfully saluted you and walked after the sister, you couldn't help but chuckle softly to yourself. With a shake of your head and a small smile still lingering on your lips, you continued on your way.

Your footsteps carried you back to your dormitory, the thoughts in your head echoing louder than before. The weight of the situation seemed to press upon your mind, much like the burden Terzo and Ann had faced. The uncertainty gnawed at you, leaving you to ponder if Copia would suffer a similar fate, losing everything he held dear just for being with you.

The internal struggle between your love for Copia and the fear of putting him at risk weighed heavily on your heart. Closing your eyes, you took a moment to gather your thoughts and find the strength to continue. With a deep breath, you made your way to the stairs. You knew you had to be there for him.

As you continued your walk, the sound of footsteps echoed behind you, steadily drawing nearer. An uneasy feeling settled in, urging you to quicken your pace. You hastened your steps, a sense of urgency pushing you forward as you tried to avoid being seen or followed by anyone.

"Hey! Wait!" The familiar voice of Swiss reached your ears, and you turned to find him approaching.

"You again?" you responded, letting out a sigh.

"Hello again, sister," he greeted you with a friendly smile. "Off somewhere?"

"Yeah, I'm heading back to my dormitory. Need to change my clothes, like you suggested, so I can join the others at the chapel," you explained.

"Ah, gotcha. Figured you were just wandering around," he giggled playfully.

"So, why exactly are you here?" you asked.

"Papa asked me to keep you company," he revealed.

"Make me company?" You raised an eyebrow, surprised by Copia's unexpected request.

Swiss nodded. "Yep, said you might need some company. Not entirely sure why, though..." His voice trailed off as he briefly shifted his attention to a passing sister down the hallway.

"Is there something else you're not saying?"

Swiss hesitated for a moment, his gaze returning to you. "Honestly, no. Just here to keep you company as Papa asked," he replied before turning and hurrying after the sister who had captured his attention.

A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you observed how effortlessly the Ghoul's attention shifted from his assigned task to trailing after you.

"Hello there," he greeted with a friendly smile, coming up from behind. "Need a hand with those books? They look pretty heavy."

Startled by his sudden appearance, the sister turned her attention toward Swiss, her surprise evident as she registered his proximity.

"Um, yes, thank you," she replied, her voice a bit shaky. She handed him a couple of the books, her hands trembling slightly.

Swiss offered her a reassuring smile and took the books from her hands. "Don't worry, I've got you," he said, his tone gentle. "Where are these headed?"

"To the library," she answered, her nerves still apparent.

"Great, I'll make sure they get there safely," Swiss assured her, starting to walk in the direction of the library. "Can I ask your name?"

"I'm Katya," she replied with a soft smile, her eyes lighting up with friendliness. "And what should I call you?"

"I'm Swiss, one of the new Ghouls here," he replied, walking alongside her.

"It's nice to meet you, Swiss," Katya said, her smile growing more genuine. "Are you liking it here at the ministry?"

As they continued walking, you couldn't help but smile at the interaction between them. It seemed like Swiss was quite the charmer, and it was another nice distraction from the thoughts that had been weighing on your mind.

You ascended the stairs and reached the door of your dormitory with a heavy heart. After entering, you shut the door behind you and leaned against it, feeling the weight of your emotions washing over you. Taking a deep breath, tears welled up in your eyes once again.

Feeling isolated in your turmoil, you grappled with the internal struggle. It was a heavy burden to bear, especially when you couldn't confide in anyone around you due to the secrecy of your relationship with Copia. Your friends were absent, leaving you feeling utterly alone in your distress. However, a glimmer of hope flickered as you considered reaching out to someone who might be able to offer guidance and support.

Taking a steadying breath, you lifted your head and wiped away the tears, determined to regain your composure. You knew you had to change your clothes and return to the chapel before Copia's significant moment as the new Papa.

You approached your bed where your luggage was placed beside it. Setting the luggage on the bed, you unzipped it and retrieved your cellphone from one of the pockets. As you dialed a number, you placed the phone to your ear, listening to it ring on the other end.

"Please, please, answer," you whispered anxiously, your heart racing as you waited for someone to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Ann!" you exclaimed, your voice quivering with emotion as tears streamed down your face as you heard her voice.

"What's happening, dear? Why are you crying?" Her concerned tone was evident as she questioned you.

"Ann..." your voice trembled as you called out her name, tears still streaming down your face.

"Oh, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Her voice carried comfort as she tried to soothe you.

"Copia, he..."

"Is Copia okay?" Ann's concern deepened.

"Did something happen to mio fratello?" You heard Terzo's voice joining the conversation.

"Dear, would it be alright if I put the phone on speaker?"

"Yes, please," you managed to say amidst your tears.

"So what's going on at the ministry?" Ann's voice was filled with concern.

You gathered your emotions and took a deep breath before answering, "Copia... He's a Papa now."

A heavy silence hung in the air, and you waited anxiously for their response. After what felt like an eternity, Terzo's voice broke through, "Sorella, did you say Copia is a Papa now?"

"Yes," you confirmed.

"That's incredible news!" Ann's voice was filled with enthusiasm.

"Yes, it is," you replied, your tone softening.

"Wait, sorella, if Copia is a Papa now, what happened to Nihil?" he inquired. "Because he took the lead of the ministry with Imperator after my departure, so what happened?"

"I'm sorry, Terzo," you sighed. "Unfortunately, Nihil has passed away. According to Copia, that was the reason he had to leave abruptly after the wedding."

"Sorella, where are you now?" Terzo's voice held concern.

"I'm in my dormitory. Everyone is in the Chapel."

"Molto bene," he said. "Ora ascoltami, remember when we were talking in the kitchen earlier, before Primo came in? What I was trying to tell you is that we knew Copia was on the verge of becoming a Papa. Secondo and Primo were aware of it, and they knew, we knew. The problem was that beyond us, Imperator also wanted it. We suspect it's because with Copia in charge of the ministry, she could use him to have more influence inside of the ministry, more than she already does."

"Why his own mother would do it to him?" you inquired.

"Because before she's his madre, she's one of the oldest members of the ministry," Terzo explained seriously. "If it weren't for her, maybe the ministry wouldn't even exist. Because of her, Nihil, ascended as a Papa, and then he started to control the ministry, instead of her. He passed the lead of the ministry to his sons, and she always stayed in the shadows."

"So, are you telling me that Copia is a Papa because it was his destiny to be one, and as far as I remember, you three wanted it too, but the main reason he is a Papa now is that Imperator wanted it so she could try to regain power in the ministry?"

"Sì, sorella," Terzo confirmed with a heavy sigh. "It seems like a twisted web of fate and power struggles. Copia becoming a Papa was influenced by various factors, including our own wishes, but Imperator's desire to regain control over the ministry played a significant role. Now that Nihil passed away, she can finally get out of the shadows."

"Where is Copia now, dear?" Ann asked.

"Ann, he's downstairs preparing for the Black Mass," you replied. "I was with him down there, but I came back to my dormitory."

"Listen to me dear," she said. "Take a moment now. Set aside everything else, push aside thoughts of Imperator and the complexities of the ministry. I understand your fear, the tightening in your chest, and the weight on your heart. But remember, I've been through similar emotions. You're carrying the weight of unnecessary guilt, fearing the possibility of losing Copia. Yet, he's chosen to be with you, just as Terzo and I made our own choices. When he accepted the role of Papa, it was also a statement that he's unafraid of what may come. Like Terzo, he's chosen love over fear."

Tears still glistened in your eyes, but Ann's words had a calming effect on you, it provided a sense of comfort in the midst of your fears.

"I know you're feeling overwhelmed right now, but Copia loves you, and if he's chosen to be with you, it means he's willing to face whatever challenges come their way."

"So what am I supposed to do now?"

"First, take a deep breath, dear," Ann advised gently. "What were you planning to do now?"

"I was just about to change my clothes and head to the Black Mass," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"So, dear, here's what you're going to do now: change into your habit, head to the chapel, and leave those fears behind. Copia loves you deeply, and he wouldn't have taken on the role of Papa if he were afraid of losing everything for being with you. Trust in his love."

"Alright, I think can do it," you affirmed, but you weren't sure if you could really do it.

"And sorella," Terzo's voice was reassuring. "Don't forget what I told you on the day our family reunited for my dinner at the Papal apartment: it's worth it."

"Thank you, Papa."

"Prego, sorella."

"Bye, dear," Ann said with a hint of smile in her voice. "Please take care of yourself and of your Papa."

"Bye, Ann," you responded with gratitude. "Bye, Papa. Thank you again."

You ended the call and rose from your bed, heading straight to the wardrobe. Opening it, you retrieved your habit from inside, swiftly changing out of your clothes and into the habit. Approaching the mirror, you carefully adjusted the attire, making sure it was properly worn. You got your veil, and tied it snugly around your head, ensuring it was secure and comfortable.

With a last look on the mirror, you left your dormitory and made your way back to the chapel. As you walked down the familiar hallway towards the chapel, each step felt heavier than before. The anticipation and apprehension weighed on you, making the path seem longer than it actually was. Your heart raced, and the echo of your footsteps seemed to reverberate in the corridor, matching the rhythm of your thoughts.

As you arrived the chapel, it was brimming with siblings, much like any other Black Mass that Terzo had conducted. As you scanned the crowd, you couldn't spot your friends from the dormitory, but your mind was preoccupied with your own thoughts and feelings.

Seeking refuge in a quiet corner of the chapel, you settled onto an empty bench, allowing the weight of your emotions to settle over you. The wooden pew beneath you seemed to offer a comforting embrace.

Leaning your head against the chapel wall, you absorbed the delicate melody that signaled the entrance of Papa and the clergy. Your heart raced as you fought to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. Closing your eyes seemed tempting, a brief respite from the emotional whirlwind within, but you resisted, determined to remain steadfast during this significant moment. As the music swelled and the atmosphere grew charged with anticipation, you steadied yourself, preparing to witness Copia's grand entrance as the new Papa.

Your anticipation growing with each member of the clergy who entered, walking in a straight line toward the altar. As the last member entered and the doors swung shut, guarded by the vigilant Ghouls, your eyes searched for Copia, your heart pounding with hope and anxiety, eager to catch a glimpse of him, but there was no signal of him.

Your gaze shifted to the altar where the members of the clergy settled into their seats, surrounding the altar. Sister Imperator's deliberate steps drew your attention as she approached the altar, a confident smile adorning her lips. Her observant gaze swept across the congregation, seeming to linger on each sibling in the chapel, as if she were carefully studying their presence and demeanor.

"Good evening, siblings," her voice rang out, infused with a cheerful tone. "As we are all aware, our Papa Emeritus Nihil passed away on Saturday night. With a heavy heart, I share this sorrowful news, but let us gather our strength, for our ministry shall not be without a Papa Emeritus. It is time to turn our gaze toward the future, toward a new era." She said in a composed tone. "I am delighted to be here today to introduce you all to our new Papa Emeritus."

Applause rippled through the congregation, and Sister Imperator's smile remained unwavering. You joined in the applause, while your eyes alternating between her and the entrance.

"Thank you, thank you," she raised her hands with a light chuckle. Her gestures calmed the applause. "In light of recent events that have unfolded within this ministry, the need arose for a fresh perspective, a new Papa who could provide strong leadership. While the previous Papa Emeritus' contributions were significant, the time has come to look forward. Their legacy has laid the foundation, but it is not all that we require. We need a leader who embodies youth, charisma, and stamina. We need a new blood."

The chapel doors swung open, drawing every gaze in that direction. The faint creak of the door sent your heart racing, its sound echoing loudly in your ears. With a deep breath, you tried to steady yourself, knowing that at any moment Copia would step through that very door as the new Papa Emeritus.

"It is with great pleasure that I introduce to you our new Papa!" Her smile widened, exuding confidence. "Papa Emeritus IV, Copia."

As her announcement hung in the air, Copia made his entrance, stepping gracefully through the open doors. Your breath caught in your chest as you beheld him, resplendent in his Papa's vestments. His mitre, adorned with a regal fusion of gold, black, and delicate blue gems, crowned his head. The blue chasuble he wore bore intricate golden symbols woven within elegant black lines, with additional blue gems embellishing the fabric. Over the robe flowed a black cape made of leather and silk satin, with more of those striking golden symbols and gems, while a stole proudly bore the embroidered words "Papa Emeritus IV" along with more symbolic motifs.

Your gaze remained locked on Copia as he made his way to the altar. Sister Imperator gracefully stepped back, yielding the spotlight to him. The chapel was enveloped in a profound silence, a hushed reverence that seemed to hang in the air.

Copia's eyes swept across the siblings, and for a brief moment, your eyes met his. In that instant, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you in a timeless connection. His gaze softened as it met yours, causing the feeling that the chapel itself vanished, and it was just you and Copia there, sharing a recognition that spoke volumes without a single word.

As you watched Copia stand before the altar in his majestic Papal robes, a surge of emotions swept over you. He looked truly resplendent as Papa Emeritus IV, every detail of his vestments accentuating his regal presence. Your heart raced, your love for him overwhelming every other thought. In that moment, you realized the depth of your feelings for him. Your love was so profound that you were willing to put his well-being above all else, even if it meant sacrificing your own desires. You understood the potential consequences of your relationship, and you were prepared to love him silently, from afar, if that was what would keep him safe and protect his newfound position.

You offered him a small, supportive smile but, unable to be contained yourself, tears welled up in your eyes. You could see the concern in his eyes, a silent question of whether you were okay. You nodded slightly, wiping away the tears that had gathered in your eyes, offering him a determined yet tender smile.

The conflicting emotions inside you were taking over you, and despite the reassurances from Terzo and Ann, the weight of the potential consequences still gnawed at you. You wanted to believe that everything would be fine, that the love you two felt for each other would withstand any challenges, but the fear of the unknown remained.

Sister Imperator cleared her throat gently, momentarily interrupting the connection between your lingering gazes. Copia shook his head as his eyes shifted from your gaze to the other siblings gathered in the chapel, a small smile gracing his lips as he addressed them.

"Good evening," Copia's voice resonated through the chapel, his words carrying a sense of authority. "Tonight, I stand before you as your new Papa Emeritus."

As you glanced around the chapel, a sense of euphoria emanated from the siblings, their expressions reflecting the joy and approval of seeing Copia elevated to his rightful position. It was a moment of well-deserved recognition, witnessing him stand before the congregation not as a mere Cardinal, but as the revered Papa Emeritus. Copia's gaze returned to you, a softness in his eyes that only you could decipher.

"As we embark on this new chapter," Copia continued, his voice steady and resonant, "let us remember the values that have always guided us—the devotion to our ministry, the strength of our unity, and the unwavering pursuit of enlightenment."

His words were met with a chorus of enthusiastic affirmations and nods from the siblings gathered before him. As he spoke, you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. Copia's presence commanded attention, his words carrying a weight that seemed to resonate with every corner of the sacred space.

The feeling of pride was genuine within you, but it was still difficult to grapple with the idea that you had to choose between staying with him and putting his position as Papa Emeritus IV at risk, or the second and worse option that made your heart ache at the mere thought – breaking up with him and letting him live his new life as Papa while you would watch and love him from the shadows.

The ceremony continued, each passing minute seemed to stretch into an hour, enveloping you in a sense of timelessness. Avoiding Copia's gaze, you couldn't bear the idea of facing him, it was simply too hurtful. How could you look into the eyes of the man you loved, knowing that you could potentially bring turmoil to his life? The weight of that thought was making it difficult to confront him at that moment.

The ritual, the prayers, and the reverence—all of it felt like a culmination of Copia's new path inside of the ministry. But also, Copia and members of the Clergy shared heartfelt words in memory of Nihil.

Your heart remained entangled in a web of emotions, your thoughts a tumultuous argue between worries and desires. The choices before you seemed daunting: to stay, risking potential complications for Copia yet finding happiness together, or to leave, a decision that might bring sadness but would allow Copia to fully embrace his role as Papa.

Finally, as the ceremony drew to a close, Copia stood once again before the altar, his presence commanding yet serene. The members of the clergy began to rise from their seats, signaling the end of the formal proceedings.

"Before we prepare to depart, let us take a moment to honor the legacy of Papa Emeritus Zero. His unwavering commitment to the ministry and his important role as the face of our congregation spanned many years." Copia's voice echoed through the chapel, a somber yet respectful tone.

The congregation's attention shifted to him, the atmosphere becoming reflective as they collectively honored the memory of Papa Emeritus, Nihil.

"As we approach the conclusion of tonight's Black Mass, I invite Sister Imperator to address you all with her words," Copia announced, gracefully stepping back from the altar to yield the spotlight to Sister Imperator.

Despite the protocol that discouraged leaving before the members of the clergy and Papa Emeritus, your overwhelming emotions urged you to escape the chapel as swiftly as you could. The last thing you wanted was to hear Sister Imperator's words at that moment. You craved solitude, a moment to gather your thoughts away from prying eyes, especially Copia's.

Standing up from the bench, and quietly slipped out of the chapel. The weight of your emotions was too much to bear in that moment, and you sought the solace in your dormitory.

You walked down the corridor, your heart heavy with the weight of your potential decision as you leaned against the cool stone wall. You closed your eyes, taking a moment to center yourself. Copia's ascent to the role of Papa Emeritus was a culmination of his dedication and hard work. You wanted nothing more than to support him, to stand by his side, regardless of the way you would do it.

As you took a deep breath, the sound of footsteps approaching caught your attention. You opened your eyes, meeting the sight of Copia hurrying towards you. Concern etched on his face as he reached you and stopped, his gaze fixed on yours.

His hand gently cupped your face, his fingers tenderly brushing against your cheek as you let out a relieved breath. "Why did you leave the chapel in such a hurry, mia amata? Is everything ok?" he asked, his gaze soft as he glanced at you.

"Copia!? What are you doing here?" you responded, looking around. "If they see us here together..." your voice quivering as tears welled up.

"Amore, shh," he gently cradled your face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Tell me what's going on. Talk to me."

"Copia, I... I love you deeply, you mean everything to me, and it's just so overwhelming."

"Overwhelming? What happened, amore? Did something go wrong at Terzo's place?"

"N-no," you stammered, turning away your gaze from his. "Nothing happened there, Copia."

"Then what's going on, amore mio? Per favore, let me be here for you," his voice was gentle and comforting.

"I'm so proud of you, Copia," you whispered, turning your gaze back to him. "But I don't want to be the cause of any trouble."

His expression shifted to one of concern, his brow furrowing slightly. "What do you mean? Non capisco, mia amata. How could you cause me trouble?" his eyes locked onto yours, seeking understanding.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words. "Copia, I can't bear the thought of losing you, but I also can't bear the thought of you losing everything because of me."

His arms tightened around you, his grip firm yet gentle. "You're not going to lose me," he whispered. "Non ci pensare neanche. And I'm not going to lose anything because of you, sì?"

"It's just... I can't shake this fear," you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest as you held onto him. "I love you so much that I'm scared of anything that could bring you harm."

He pulled back slightly, his fingers lifting your chin so that you met his gaze. "Listen to me, cara. I chose this, I chose you, and I won't let anything tear us apart."

"But, Copia," you began, your voice heavy with concern. "I... I... You might end up facing the same fate as Terzo. I saw the happiness in your eyes when you told me you were a Papa, and the thought of being the reason you could lose everything terrifies me. I don't know if I could ever forgive myself if that happened."

"The happiness in my eyes wasn't solely because I became a Papa," Copia spoke earnestly, his gaze locked with yours. "It was because you were standing right there, before me. You, cara, you are the reason that moment felt so joyful. You're the only thing that truly matters to me, the one I hold dear above all else. Sì, I'm happy to be a Papa, but if I were to wake up tomorrow and find that everything had been taken from me, I'd only wish and pray to our Dark Lord that you remained by my side. I was scared too, amore, scared to accept this new role, but I've come to believe that this is my destiny, and you, you are my unwavering fate."

"Copia," you whispered. "I don't want to hold you back, to be the reason for any struggles you might face."

He placed a finger against your lips. "You're not holding me back, amore. You're the reason I accepted to be a Papa, the reason I felt confident to accept it. I can face any challenge as long as you're by my side."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of love. "I don't want to lose you, Copia."

He brushed his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear. "And you won't, cara. I promise you that."

Gathering your thoughts, you took a deep breath and gently removed his hands from your face. Closing your eyes briefly, you mustered the courage to speak. Another deep breath followed before you opened your eyes, locking gazes with him.

"I love you, Copia," you began, your voice tinged with emotion, "but..." You paused, gathering your courage to continue. "I'm afraid that we can't be together anymore."

Copia's expression shifted from one of tender affection to one of shock and disbelief. His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes searching yours for any sign that he had misheard you.

"What do you mean, amore?" His voice carried with confusion and concern, his grip on your hands tightening slightly.

You took another steadying breath, feeling the weight of your decision pressing heavily upon you. "I mean that... I'm sorry, I- I... Copia... with your new role as Papa Emeritus, our relationship... I don't want to put you in any potential danger."

A profound sadness flickered in Copia's eyes, his grip on your hands slackening as if he had been physically struck. "But... why?" His voice held a tinge of vulnerability.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at him, your heart aching with the pain of your words. "Copia, I love you more than words can express, and I believe in you and your calling. But being with you, loving you openly, it puts you in danger. We've seen what happened to Terzo, and I can't bear the thought of anything happening to you."

He stood there, his gaze locked onto yours, absorbing your words as if trying to process the implications. "Amore," his voice trembled, "I- I can't just... I can't let you go."

The tears spilled over, streaming down your cheeks as you cupped his face in your hands once more. "Copia, please understand. This decision, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I love you too much. I can't bear the thought of being the cause of any harm that comes your way."

Copia's eyes glistened with his own unshed tears, his hands coming up to gently cover yours on his face. "You're not causing harm, amore. Stop saying it, per favore, I can't imagine my life without you in it."

The weight of your decision pressed heavily upon you, the pain of letting go warring with the love you felt for him. "I know this is agonizing, Copia. But I truly believe it's the right thing to do. For you, for me, and for the ministry."

His shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of your words settling in. "I can't deny how much I love you," he admitted, his voice breaking. "But... I won't let you do it, sei l'amore della mia vita." His arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace.

Tears blurred your vision as you held him tighter, his words washing over you like a balm for your aching heart. "Copia..."

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face as he gazed into your eyes with a fierce determination. "I can't lose you, not like this. No, amore, I won't let it happen."

"Copia, I don't want anything to happen to you. I'm terrified of putting you in danger."

He wiped away a tear from your cheek, his thumb lingering against your skin. "And I'm terrified of the thought of being without you."

You lowered your gaze. "But the ministry... your role..."

Copia's fingers tilted your chin, urging you to meet his eyes again. "Listen to me," he said firmly. "I'll do whatever it takes to protect you and our love, while fulfilling my duties," he declared. "We'll be discreet, we'll be cautious, but we won't let go of what we have."

"But what if you..." you began, your voice soft and uncertain, but Copia gently placed a finger on your lips, stopping your words.

"If my fate is the same as mio fratello," he continued, his voice resolute, "I would consider it an honor to have been a Papa Emeritus."

"Copia, I..." you began, your voice wavering, but he held your gaze.

"There is nothing in this world that holds a greater place in my heart than you," he declared earnestly. "You are my purpose, my cherished one. Just as I was destined to become a Papa, I believe that our paths were meant to intertwine. I want you by my side, not just for today or tonight, but for every moment that lies ahead. From the day we met, you have shown me love and compassion, and it is the most precious lesson I've ever learned."

"I love you, Copia," you whispered, your voice barely above a breath. "I love you so much, and I'm sorry for even considering the thought of leaving you. It's just that... I love you so much that I wouldn't even twice about your safety and happiness."

"And I love you, more than anything," he whispered, his voice soothing. "I understand your fears, cara. There's no need to apologize, but please know that I am here for you, and I won't let anything come between us."

You heart fluttered at his words, your eyes widening as he leaned down and kissed you tenderly. His lips parted beneath his, your tongue meeting his in a kiss that was filled with passion and need. Your hands moved up to tangle themselves in his hair, causing his mitre to fall on the floor. His hands slid down your sides, coming to rest on your hips as he drew you closer. The kiss continued, growing more intense as the passion between you two grew.

Copia gently broke the kiss, a tender smile gracing his lips as he pulled back. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you noticed the smudge of black paint on his lips. Copia's eyes twinkled with realization as he looked down at you, a playful grin tugging at his lips when he saw your own lips painted with a mixture of black and white.

Leaning in, you pressed a gentle peck to his lips. Your fingertips traced a delicate path from his hair to his face, your touch tender as you stroked his cheeks. Copia's eyes fluttered closed, a sigh escaping his lips as his arms enveloped you, drawing you into a tight and comforting embrace. You closed your eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace, finding solace in his comforting hold.

As you leaned against Copia's chest, you could feel the steady beat of his heart beneath his vestments. Copia's lips brushed against your forehead, a tender gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. His touch was both gentle and passionate and with every caress, every stolen kiss, it was as if you were reaffirming your love.

"I don't want to lose you, Copia. I love you so much," you whispered.

"The only way you could lose me is if you really leave me, but I would still fight for you, for our love, for us. And even if I couldn't change your mind, I would never stop fighting for us," he replied. "So please, never, never say you want to leave me, never again."

You gazed into his eyes, a soft smile gracing your lips. In return, he looked at you, mirroring the smile with his own. You leaned in and pressed your lips against his, pouring all your emotions into the kiss. The weight of your decisions, the intensity of your love, and the promise of a shared future all converged in that passionate kiss. Copia responded with equal fervor, his arms tightening around you as he deepened the kiss. Each brush of his lips against yours sent sparks of electricity through your veins, igniting a fire that had burned since the moment you two met. He was the love of your life, you were the love of his life and nothing could change it.

"Excuse me, Papa," a known voice coming from behind Copia interrupted your kiss.

Your lips slowly parted, leaving a bittersweet sense of emptiness as the kiss came to an end. Your heart yearned for more, your face almost instinctively leaning toward his for another touch, but the sound of the voice behind Copia brought you back to reality. He gently withdrew his arms from around you, turning his attention toward the source of the interruption.

"Sì, Aether?" Copia responded.

"My little Cardi," Sister Imperator's voice reached your ears, accompanied by Aether's presence. Her gentle smile contrasted with the annoyance in her tone. "What is happening? You left the chapel in haste, not even staying for what I had to say. The members of the clergy are quite bothered by it."

"I had pressing matters to attend to," he explained, his voice steady.

Sister Imperator's gaze shifted from Copia to you, her smile dimming slightly. "I see," she remarked before focusing her attention back on Copia, her smile returning. "I believe you should come with me now, Cardi. We need to provide the clergy with a suitable explanation for your sudden departure from the chapel that doesn't involve..." Her gesture with her hands indicated towards you. "...your inappropriate rendezvous."

"My what?" Copia's tone turned more serious as he questioned Sister Imperator.

She shook her head with a knowing smile. "Oh, Copia. We are well past the time for playful interactions with Sisters of the ministry."

Copia's hand reached behind him, holding your waist and pulling you closer to his back. His voice was laced with anger as he demanded, "Repeat that."

Sister Imperator shifted her gaze away from the two of you and turned to the Ghoul, Aether. "Aether, could you please excuse us?" she said in a soft tone.

Aether nodded, excusing himself before he turned and walked down the hallway in the direction of the chapel.

"What about you, darling? Why don't you go back to the chapel or to your dormitory to meet with your friends?" she inquired, looking at you.

"She is not going anywhere, Imperator." Copia stood out.

She slightly shrugged, taking a deep breath. "Well, Cardi, is up to you," she said with a hint of annoyance in her tone. "Anyway, what I was trying to say," she began, taking a step closer and gently cupping Copia's face with one hand, "is that now you hold the esteemed position of Papa Emeritus, there's no more time to engage in casual encounters with Sisters from the ministry. It's crucial to shift your focus to what truly matters now. Please, come with me, my son."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." Copia's tone was firm, his eyes narrowing with determination as he spoke.

He stepped back slightly, his hand still protectively holding onto your waist. The exchange between Copia and Sister Imperator seemed to intensify, an unspoken tension hanging in the air.

Sister Imperator's smile remained, but there was a glint of something else in her eyes—something that hinted at a deeper power dynamic at play. "My little Cardi, you have a duty now, a responsibility to the ministry. You must set an example for the others, especially now that you are Papa Emeritus."

Copia's grip on you tightened, his resolve unshaken. "My duty and responsibility are not in question. But my personal life is not up for debate or interference."

Sister Imperator's expression hardened slightly, and she lowered her hand from his face. "Very well. But I hope you also understand the gravity of your new role. The eyes of the ministry are upon you, and every action you take will be scrutinized."

"By who?" he inquired.

"By all of us," Imperator responded, her gaze steady and serious.

Copia's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his gaze narrowing as he processed Sister Imperator's words. "Come with me, amore," Copia's hand left your waist reaching for your hand, his fingers gently entwining with yours.

You held his hand firmly, curiosity tugging at you. "Where are we going, Copia?"

He didn't reply but quickened his steps, attempting to move away from Sister Imperator. He got his mitre from the floor as he passed by it. However, she managed to reach his arm and stop him. He turned his face to her, annoyance evident in his expression.

"Cardi, please," she began with a sigh. "Now is not the time to act like a child."

Copia's grip on your hand tightened, and he turned his body toward Sister Imperator. His gaze grew intense, and you could sense the tension in his demeanor. Feeling his gloved hand growing warmer, you responded by holding onto his hand firmly. He glanced at you over his shoulder, a warm smile passing between you, before he returned his attention to Sister Imperator.

"Please, my son," she pleaded, her voice filled with a hint of desperation.

"I'm tired of your demands, mother," Copia replied, his tone firm and resolute. "You got rid of Terzo thinking it would grant you your desires, positioning me in authority. You believed you could manipulate me as you always have, throughout my entire life. You imagined I would become your puppet once I got the Papa role, but guess what? I am no longer your puppet. I am Papa. I am Papa Emeritus IV. And I shall not submit. I shall not yield. I shall not follow commands. You made your move to get rid of my brother and before you could take action against the others, they opted to leave the ministry, because we comprehend, all too well, what you are capable of. I do not bow to your commands, it is you who bends to my will. And mark my words, mother, I will bear the consequences of my choices independently. Yet, I doubt they will remove me from my role as Pope. They only did so with Terzo because you succeeded in persuading them that he wasn't living up to his obligations, isn't that right?"

"I- I don't understand what you're saying, my little Cardi."

"What I'm saying, mother," he released your hand, placing his mitre on his head. "I'm not your 'little Cardi', anymore. I now stand as Papa Emeritus IV."

Copia held your hand once again, and before Sister Imperator could reply him, he led you through the hallways of the ministry, your hand securely nestled in his.

The walk to the Papal apartment was a quiet one, the soft shuffle of your footsteps harmonizing with the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. The corridors seemed to pass in a blur, and before you knew it, you found yourself standing before the front door of the Papal apartment.

A group of Ghouls stood before the entrance to the Papal apartment, their presence almost like a guard of honor. Copia's expression remained serious as he addressed them, his voice firm yet respectful.

"Per favore," Copia began, "leave us alone for now."

The Ghouls complied, stepping aside to create a path for you both. Copia opened the front door, and you followed him into the Papal apartment. The door closed behind you with a soft click as Copia swiftly guided you through the apartment, making his way to the master suite.

"Copia..." your voice was soft.

You continued to follow him until you both were inside the suite. He wasted no time, swiftly closing the door behind you and before you could utter another word, he turned towards you, his arms wrapping around you in a tight and comforting embrace. You could feel the subtle trembling of his body. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to fully feel his presence. Your hands gently traced his back. His grip tightened slightly, as if he was trying to anchor himself in the comfort of your embrace. You felt his lips press against the crown of your head, a tender gesture that conveyed a world of emotions.

"Cara," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I..." he started, but quickly, tears welled up in his eyes, spilling down his cheeks.

"Is ok, Copia... We don't need to talk right now," you whispered back.

His embrace tightened further as if he wanted to hold onto this moment indefinitely. The silence that enveloped you both was comfortable, a space where words weren't necessary to convey the depth of your emotions.

"I... I can't believe I actually said all that, cara." Copia murmured, his voice filled with disbelief and relief.

You reached up and placed a soothing hand on his cheek, your touch a gentle reassurance. "Shh, Copia, it's okay. You were brave, and I'm proud of you."

He let out a sigh, his arms still wrapped around you, holding you close. "But what if it doesn't work out? Amore, what if my words lead to unexpected consequences?" His brows furrowed in worry as he looked down at the floor.

"Hey," you murmured, tilting his face up to meet your gaze. "You took a bold step today, and I believe in you. We'll face whatever comes together, Copia."

Copia's eyes met yours. "I'm just... scared, cara. Scared for what's to come."

"I know, but you're strong. We'll face it one step at a time." Your thumb gently brushed against his cheek, wiping away a stray tear. "And no matter what, I'll be here by your side."

Copia's lips curved into a small, appreciative smile. "I couldn't let her talk to you like that, or about you," he held you even closer. "And I'm so tired, amore, so tired of being her puppet."

"You're not alone in this anymore, Copia." Your eyes met his, and you spoke with utmost sincerity. "You're no longer a puppet of Sister Imperator, you made it very clear, you're the Papa Emeritus of our ministry now and she have to respect you as such."

"I don't deserve you, amore," he whispered.

"You deserve all the happiness, Copia," you replied firmly. "And I'll do my best to help you find it," you gently wiped away the remaining tear tracks on his cheeks.

Copia gently pulled back, his hands cupping your face as he looked into your eyes. His thumb brushed against your cheek as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a tender kiss. His lips met yours in a gentle, lingering kiss. As the kiss deepened, you felt a rush of sensations—the sweep of his tongue against yours, the gentle press of his body against yours, the soft sighs exchanged between you.

Slightly, he pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "Ti amo," he whispered, his voice a breathless murmur.

"I love you too," you whispered.

Copia's chuckles filled the room, nervousness and relief evident in his laughter. You looked at him with surprise and amusement.

"Copia!" you exclaimed, your eyes widening. "Are you... laughing?"

He nodded, his chuckles continuing. "I am! I mean, I'm nervous, but I can't help I... I can't believe I actually said all of that to Sister Imperator."

"Well, you did great," you said, a proud smile gracing your lips.

Copia's laughter subsided, replaced by a tender gaze. "Grazie, amore." He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

With a tender touch, you carefully lifted the mitre from Copia’s head, his hair fell in gentle waves, framing his face. You set it down on the side table near the door. As you turned back to him, you couldn’t help but admire the sight of him without the regal headdress.

Copia met your gaze with a small smile. "You know, I never thought I'd have some bella sorella who would willingly remove my mitre for me."

You chuckled softly, your fingers brushing against his cheek. "Well, consider it one of the perks of being with me."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead. "I'm grateful every day that I chose you to be my assistant."

"Me too," you whispered. "But, Copia, I'm wondering about my role now. With you being Papa, I assume you won't need an assistant anymore, right?"

Copia nodded, a small smile forming. "You're right, amore. My responsibilities have shifted. However, I think it's time for you to have a new position, maybe even a promotion."

"A promotion?" you asked, your brow furrowing in confusion.

"Sì, exactly," he affirmed with a grin. "A promotion, cara." Taking your hand in his, he pressed a soft kiss on your fourth digit. "All that's left is a ring, sì?"

"A- A what?" you stammered, your cheeks flushing as you registered his words.

Copia's face turned slightly redder as he stumbled over his words. "Eh! I-I apologize, amore. I... I think... Uh... I may have jumped the gun a bit there. Mi dispiace, cara, I..."

"Copia! It's okay," you reassured him with a soft chuckle, holding his hand gently. "You know, when the right time comes, I would definitely say yes, right?"

"Would you?" he looked at you, surprised.

"Absolutely, my dear Papa," you replied with a gentle smile.

"Oh, amore," he growled, looking at you. "Say it again," he murmured, his fingers brushing against your cheek.

A shiver of anticipation ran down your spine as his touch sent a delightful tingle through your skin. With a soft smile, you obliged, your voice a gentle whisper, "Papa."

Copia's grin widened, and a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Papa, sì?" he repeated, his tone playful and teasing.

You couldn't help but chuckle, shaking your head. “Yes, Papa.”

He feigned a dramatic sigh, his fingers continuing their tender caress on your cheek. "Well, if I had known that's all it takes to hear such sweet words, I might have become a Papa even sooner."

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Oh, please, Copia.”

He laughed, his arms encircling your waist and pulling you closer to him. “Okie dokie. I’ll try to contain my newfound Papa ego. But you love me, right?"

You looked up at him with a mockingly stern expression. "Maybe."

Copia grinned, his lips dangerously close to yours. "Eh!? Maybe? Well, I'll just have to work on winning over that 'maybe' then."

Your heart fluttered, and you couldn't help but give in to the laughter that bubbled up. "You're incorrigible sometimes, Copia."

He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. "And you're mine, cara."

You leaned your forehead against his, your breaths intermingling. "You know," you whispered, "being a Papa suits you."

Copia's thumb brushed against your cheek, his touch gentle. "Does it, cara?"

"Mm-hmm," you hummed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "You've always had that air of authority about you, even before this."

He chuckled, his eyes locking with yours. "Well, I'll take that as a compliment, then."

"It was meant as one," you assured him, your fingers tracing soothing circles on his back.

Copia's arms tightened around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. "I'm just glad you're here with me, through all of this."

"Always," you whispered, nuzzling against his chest.

A peaceful silence settled between you two, the unspoken bond of love and support stronger than ever. The weight of your worries seemed to lift, replaced by a sense of hope. With a contented sigh, you closed your eyes, savoring the warmth of Copia's embrace and the comfort of his presence.

"I believe it's time to shed these robes and indulge in a relaxing bath," he mentioned, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Especially since this face paint requires some attention."

You nodded, a playful grin dancing on your lips. "Sounds like a good plan. Wouldn't want your new robes to get stained already."

Copia chuckled, giving you a light squeeze before releasing you from his embrace. "I'll be quick, amore. Don't miss me too much."

You chuckled in response. "I'll try not to. Go on, Papa. Enjoy your bath."

With a wink, he turned and headed towards the bathroom, his confident steps echoing through the room.

"Amore," he cleaned his throat before starting speak. "Would you care to join me?"

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips as you considered his invitation. "Well, I wouldn't want you to feel lonely in there."

Copia turned back to you, a playful glint in his eyes. "Eh!? Lonely? Oh no, I wouldn't dare be lonely with such esteemed company."

Chuckling, you approached him and reached out to take his hand. "I'll be honored to keep you company."

A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he grinned, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before leading you both towards the bathroom. Once inside, the door left ajar, Copia began the process of undressing himself. You leaned against the sink, your gaze intently following each piece of his robe as it gracefully descended to the floor.

Your eyes remained fixed on him, drinking in the sight of his unclothed form as each piece of fabric fell away. Copia shifted his gaze towards you, his eyes locking onto yours as he walked towards you.

A soft chuckle escaped Copia's lips as he closed the distance between you, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Amore, you need to undress yourself too," he playfully reminded you, his fingers brushing against yours as he reached out to help with the task.

Copia's hands were gentle as they reached for the fabric of your habit, carefully pulling it over your head and letting it fall to the floor. His fingers then moved to the knot of your veil, deftly untying it and setting it aside on the floor. Copia's touch was tender as his fingers traced along your back, reaching for the clasp of your bra. He skillfully undid it, his movements slow and deliberate as he carefully removed the garment, setting it aside with a gentle reverence. The last piece of clothes you were wearing, made Copia fell on his knees in front of you. His hands went to the waistbands of your panties while he gently pulled them down, while pressing soft kisses along your thighs.

He lifted his head, staring at you. "Aren't you the most beautiful woman in the whole world?"

A blush tinged your cheeks at his words, and you smiled softly. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Copia."

Copia chuckled, his fingers brushing against your thighs. "I mean it, cara. There's just something about you that takes my breath away."

You reached out, your fingertips tracing a pattern on his cheeks. "And you, Copia, have a way with words."

He approached his face from your core, his lips brushing against your inner thighs. "Only when I'm speaking from the heart."

He rose from his kneeling position and walked over to the bathtub, his fingers deftly turning the water on. He carefully adjusted the temperature, his gaze focused on the stream of water as it began to flow.

"Okie dokie, I think I've got the temperature just right for a warm and comfortable bath," Copia announced, turning back to you with a grin. "Shall we?" He extended a hand towards you.

"Yes," you nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips.

Taking his hand, you walked towards the bathtub and stepped inside, lowering yourself down onto the floor of the tub. The warm water embraced you, and you sighed contentedly. Copia shifted, maneuvering himself to sit in front of you in the bathtub. He let out a contented sigh, his body visibly relaxing as he settled into the warm water.

You watched him, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you observed the tension easing from his shoulders. Without hesitation, you moved closer, sitting between his legs and leaning back against his chest. Your head found its place on his shoulder, fitting perfectly in the curve of his neck. The comforting warmth of the water enveloped you both as you rested against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his breath against your skin.

"Copia, can I ask you something?" you inquired, your fingers playing with a strand of your damp hair.

"Of course, amore mio," he replied, his eyes soft as he looked at you.

"Why... Why doesn't the clergy allow Papas to get married? What's the issue with it?" you asked, your gaze searching his.

"It's not a strict rule, actually," he explained, leaning his head against yours.

"What? But wasn't that the reason Terzo was removed from his position?"

A chuckle escaped Copia's lips as he shook his head. "No, amore," he said, his fingers idly tracing a path on your shoulder. "Papas are allowed to have partners. What happened with Terzo is that Imperator convinced the clergy he was too focused on his marriage and not effectively leading the ministry anymore, which led to his removal."

"So, all this time, we could have been together?"

"Sì, technically," he nodded, a small smile gracing his lips. "But I was hesitant. I know what Imperator is capable of, not just in terms of affecting my role, but also what she could do to you."

"What do you think she could've done to me, Copia?"

He hesitated for a moment before responding, his voice soft. "I prefer not to dwell on such thoughts, cara."

You nodded in agreement, letting out a sigh. "Yes, I think I'd rather not dwell on it either."

The conversation took a lighter turn, and you continued, "So, anyway, Terzo and Ann could continue being a married couple at the ministry, and Terzo could still fulfill his role as a Papa?"

Copia nodded, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the surface of the water. "Sì, just like Secondo."

"What!?" you exclaimed in surprise, turning your face towards him. "Secondo is married?"

He chuckled, his chest vibrating against your back. "Sì, he is. He got married a long time ago to a woman named Margaret. She's not from the ministry, and mio fratello met her a long time ago during a tour, but I'm not quite sure how. You should’ve seen him when he met her. It was practically written all over his face that he was in love. But, you know Secondo – he wouldn’t let anyone bring up the subject, not even himself. It was as if he wanted to keep it all to himself, hidden away.” He grinned, a playful light dancing in his eyes. “All I know is that they fell for each other, and eventually, they got married.”

"Wow, I had no idea," you admitted, amazed.

"Most people don't. Secondo preferred to keep his personal life more private," Copia explained. "But now you know."

"But wait," you furrowed your brows. "She wasn't at the wedding, was she?"

Copia let out a soft chuckle, his arms encircling you in a gentle embrace. "No, she wasn't. Secondo and her have always chosen to lead a quieter life outside the ministry. After their marriage, Secondo moved from the Papal apartment to live with her in a different place, ignoring the fact that he was still a Papa. She's an astronomer, quite busy with her work, which makes attending ministry events a challenge. She often becomes deeply absorbed in her projects, but that doesn't seem to trouble Secondo. In fact, I think my brother greatly admires her intelligence and dedication. It was those qualities that drew him to her in the first place, and ultimately made him fall in love with her. It's quite funny to recall the day we found him studying astronomy at the library of the ministry, as if he understood every word he was reading. It was all in an effort to impress her."

You nodded, a thoughtful expression on your face. "It's nice that they were able to find happiness outside of all this."

"Sì, it is," Copia agreed, his arms holding you a little tighter. "And it gives me hope that we can find our own happiness too."

You gave him a soft smile, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Ok, but what about Primo?"

"Well, Primo's situation is a bit more complicated," Copia explained. "Mio fratello didn't really have the opportunity to pursue romantic love. Unfortunately, from the time he was born, the clergy had already earmarked him as the next Papa Emeritus. He was always focused on his future role and he also took on responsibilities, like looking after us. As Primo advanced through the ranks within the ministry, his attention was solely on the day he would become a Papa. This dedication, I believe, made him distant from the idea of finding romantic love."

"Wow, that's... really sad," you remarked.

"Sì, amore," Copia agreed with a hint of sadness in his voice. "Primo's life has been quite different from the rest of us. He's always been so dedicated to his role, and I think he's missed out on many things because of it."

"I can't imagine what that must be like," you mused, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on his thighs.

"It's a heavy burden, cara," Copia sighed. "But I hope, for his sake, that he can still find some happiness, even if it's not in the way he originally envisioned."

"I believe he did, I'm certain of it," you whispered, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you gazed at him.

"Now, may I ask you a question, cara?" Copia inquired, his wet hands gently brushing against your hair, leaving droplets of water in their wake.

"Of course, Copia," you replied, looking at him with curiosity as his wet hands brushed against your hair.

Copia’s fingers paused in your hair, and he looked at you. "You didn't look surprised about Sister Imperator referring to me as her 'son' and me calling her 'mother'. Who told you about that?" he inquired with a curious tone.

"Oh!" You exclaimed in surprise. "Oh... It was Secondo."

"Secondo!?" He sounded taken aback. "Not Terzo?"

You let out a hearty laugh, shaking your head. "No, not Terzo. It was Secondo. But don't worry; he was trying to comfort me."

"Comfort you?" Copia inquired, raising an intrigued eyebrow.

"Yes, because of last night. So he was trying to be kind and explain some things I didn't know, and that's when he mentioned it," you replied, tracing patterns in the water with your fingertips.

"Oh, cara, I'll never forgive myself for leaving after..." he paused, gesturing with his head. "You know, after we have done it."

"Is okay, Copia. I forgive you, and I know that there was a purpose for you to leave," you reassured him with a gentle smile. Concern laced your voice as you continued, "But Copia... what do you think is going to happen with us now? With you?"

"I honestly have no idea, but you know what? I don't want to dwell on it right now," he sighed. "What I do know is that I love you, and no matter what comes our way, I'll always be right by your side." He offered his reassurance. "And don't you worry about the clergy or mia madre. I'll handle them, and things will work out, okie dokie? Let's let the future unfold and see where it takes us."

You nodded in agreement. "You're right, Copia. Let's see where the future takes us."

Copia leaned closer, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, affectionate peck. His hand cradled your face, his touch bringing a sense of comfort and relief as your mouths met.

"Now, shall we finish our bath and return to the bedroom?" Copia murmured, his lips barely brushing against yours.

"Please," you replied in a soft whisper.

As you both agreed to finish your bath and return to the bedroom, the warm water enveloped your bodies, you took turns assisting each other with washing. Copia tenderly lathered shampoo into your hair, his strong fingers massaging your scalp, creating a soothing sensation that made you close your eyes in contentment letting an yawn escape your mouth. In return, you carefully cleansed his face, wiping away the intricate face paint to reveal his bare, unadorned features.

You could look at his face for hours, admiring his wrinkles etched at the corners of his eyes and around his mouth. His eyes held a captivating depth, their mismatched color a captivating blend of tenderness and wisdom. His strong jawline exuded confidence and determination, while a few salt-and-pepper strands in his hair revealed the passage of time. The faint lines on his forehead spoke of moments of contemplation, a sign of the responsibilities he had shouldered as a member of the clergy. Despite the marks of age, his features exuded a magnetic charm that was hard to resist, and his face held a certain allure that drew you in, making it clear why he had captured your heart.

As you two finished the bath, Copia gently helped you stand up in the warm water. He stood up from the bathtub as well, his tall frame towering over you. He reached for a nearby towel, wrapping it around his waist before extending a hand to you. You accepted his hand with a smile, the touch of his fingers sending a jolt of warmth through your body.

"Are you tired, amore?" Copia asked.

"Just a little bit, Copia. I managed to sleep in the car on my way back to the ministry." You replied, reaching up to brush a strand of hair away from his forehead.

Copia's fingers gently traced the curve of your hips. "I'm glad you got some rest, cara. But if you're feeling tired, maybe we should get some sleep now. You're always welcome to rest by my side."

You nestled closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. "That sounds perfect, Papa."

Copia groaned with a mischievous smile on his lips. "I really like the way you call me as Papa."

You chuckled softly, the sound echoing in the bathroom. “Well, get used to it, Papa, because you’ll be hearing it a lot more from now on.”

You chuckled softly as you noticed Copia’s cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red. He grabbed another towel, gently drying your body with careful and deliberate motions. His touch was soothing, each stroke of the towel a caress that made your heart flutter. His bashful reaction was utterly endearing, and you couldn’t help but tease him a little more.

“Aw, Papa, look at you, all blushing and cute.”

Copia cleared his throat, trying to regain some composure, though his playful smile betrayed his embarrassment. “Well, I can't help myself.”

You leaned in closer, your lips almost brushing against his ear. “Maybe I should call you ‘Papa’ more often, if it makes you react like this.”

His laughter rumbled through his chest, vibrating against you. “I don’t think my heart can handle it, cara.”

“Is that a challenge, Papa?” you whispered playfully, your fingers tracing circles on his chest.

Copia’s gaze met yours, and he leaned in to capture your lips in a soft, lingering kiss. “You’re going to be the death of me, diavoletta,” he murmured against your lips.

You giggled. “Well, then let’s make sure we have plenty of time together before that happens, Papa.”

Chuckling, Copia’s eyes danced with a playful glint as he looked at you. “Are you teasing me by calling me ‘Papa’ again, amore?” he quipped, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. “Vieni, let’s make our way back to the bedroom.”

Copia discarded his towel and extended his hand towards you, his fingers beckoning you to join him. You couldn’t help but smile in response to his playful demeanor. Taking his hand, you allowed him to guide you back towards the bedroom. You couldn’t help but smile in response to his playful demeanor. Taking his hand, you allowed him to guide you back towards the bedroom, leading you to the bed while the soft glow of the bedroom's lights welcomed you, casting a warm and inviting atmosphere.

"Amore, you're really the most beautiful woman I've seen in my whole life and I can't get enough of you." Copia murmured.

He pulled you closer, his arms encircling your waist as you felt the mattress beneath your legs, its softness inviting you to sink into its embrace.

"You have a way of capturing my gaze and holding my heart," he continued, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin. "Every curve, every smile, it's all etched in my memory."

His fingers gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his touch as light as a feather. Copia's lips found yours, a slow and sensual kiss that deepened with every passing second. Your hands roamed his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your touch. With a gentle push, he guided you to lie back on the bed, his movements fluid and deliberate. His hands moved with purpose with a practiced yet gentle touch. Copia’s hands traced a path along your body, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. His fingers danced across your curves, mapping the contours of your form.

Copia’s lips continued their exploration, leaving a path of heated kisses along your neck and shoulders. His lips followed the path his hands had taken, trailing kisses along your collarbone, down your chest, and over the curve of your stomach.

"Mmm," you let a soft purr escape your lips, grinning mischievously. "What is my Papa doing, hm?"

"Oh," Copia stopped with his kisses, rising his head, looking at you. "Mi dispiace, cara, should I stop?"

"Don't you dare," you murmured , biting your lower lip.

"Not too tired now, eh?" he murmured, lowering his face, brushing his lips on the skin of your stomach. "Sei così bella, il tuo corpo è così prezioso, la tua pelle è così morbida, ti amo così tanto." He chuckled softly, you could feel him smile against your skin, the sensation sending shivers through your body.

"Copia..." you whispered low. "I love you, Copia." Your hands found their way to his head, tangling themselves in his hair.

As he continued his exploration, his mouth trailed kisses down your abdomen, across your hips, and then up the inside of one thigh. You could feel his hot breath on your skin as he paused at the juncture of your thighs. The anticipation was almost too much for you to bear, but you managed to hold yourself together. His tongue traced a line from your knee up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of your center. A single flick of his tongue sent a shiver through your body. His lips closed around the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh, sucking gently while his tongue danced across it.

"Oh, Copia... D- Don't tease me!" you begged.

He smiled against your skin, his teeth nipping at the soft skin of your inner thigh as he drew closer to your core. You felt your muscles tighten and you knew that if he kept this up, you would not be able to remain still.

"I'm not teasing cara, I'm just savoring every inch of your sinful body," he chuckled again, this time teasingly.

His tongue began a slow descent, tracing the length of your folds. You gasped, your fingers clenching in his hair. He looked up at you, his eyes full of lust. Your breathing quickened, your body betraying you as your arousal grew. His tongue brushed over your folds, making you squirm. He pressed his tongue against you, dipping it inside of you. You cried out, your hands gripping his hair tighter.

"Patience, amore mio," he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

He smiled lowering his face, his tongue moving faster now, lapping at your juices. His fingers slid up your leg, caressing your thigh, teasing the sensitive skin above your core. You cried out again, your body trembling. He licked and sucked at your entrance, his tongue darting in and out of you. Your mind reeled, thoughts of how good it felt clouding your judgment and you could feel your muscles clenching in response to his ministrations.

He removed one hand from your thighs to close to your heat, he removed his tongue from inside, replacing with two fingers inside you, curling them hitting spot as he thrust them fast. You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened, holding you in place. His tongue moved between your folds, circling your clit. Your hips thrust upward, grinding against his face and hand. He groaned against you, his fingers tightening around your leg.

"Copi-Ah...! Please, this is too much," you cried out.

"Amore, I know you can handle it," he murmured in a soft tone. "You're so good to me."

His tongue swirled over your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Your back arched, your body trembling. You moved your hips, bucking them wildly against his face. He moaned against your skin, his fingers digging into your leg. Your body was wracked with pleasure, his fingers moving faster, hitting your spot constantly.

"P-Please... If you keep going, I'm going to cum, Copia," you moaned loud.

His fingers moved faster as he removed his mouth from your clit, replacing it with his other hand, rubbing your clit faster, thrusting at the same rhythm his fingers inside you. His tongue flicked over your clit, sending more waves of ecstasy through your body. Your hips were bucking uncontrollably, your body trembling.

"Cum for me, cara," he grinned at you. "Cum for me, l'amore della mia vita."

His tongue lashing against your folds as his eyes were fixed on yours. You felt yourself tumble over the edge. You closed your eyes, throwing your head back. His fingers still working on your clit, circling it.

"Yes! yes-yes-yes-yes! Co- Copi-Ah!" you bite your lower lip, trying desperately to hold back the orgasm as your body tensed.

"Per favore, cara," he pleaded. "Cum for your Papa, cum for me, amore."

You screamed as your body jerked and spammed, your orgasm ripping through you. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you bucked off your hips from the bed, his hands instinctively held onto your hips tightly bringing your hips back to the mattress.

"Oh, Satan!" you growled, rolling your hips.

"Nessun Satana, amore mio, solo il tuo Papa," he whispered, as his tongue licked between your flesh. "Just your Papa tasting your dolce nettare."

"Mmm... Papa..." you whined, feeling your climax slowly fading.

"Sì, cara, your Papa..." he whispered, crawling on top of you.

Your fingertips gently traced his cheekbone before cradling his face, your thumb tenderly caressing his skin. With a soft smile, you drew his face towards yours, capturing his lips in a lingering, affectionate kiss. He opened for you and your tongue slid into his mouth, dueling with his. His hands were on your waist, holding you close as your tongues danced together. The kiss was slow and sensual, the passion building, with his tongue flicking against yours.

You broke it slowly, looking up at him, breathing heavily. his hands sliding down your body. He looked down at you, eyes filled with wonder and desire.

"I love you so much, Copia," you whispered.

"I love you more than words can express, mia amata."

He kissed you again, gently this time, but with more intensity than before. You moaned softly, grinding yourself against him. You wrapped his waist with your arms, pulling him closer, pressing his body against yours.

"P-please Copia, I need you," you whispered with your lips on his. "I need you so much."

Gazing into your eyes, Copia's smile deepened before he leaned in, placing tender kisses along your neck. His hands traced a path down your sides, eliciting a shiver from you as you arched your back in response.

"Is it me you need, cara?" his breath danced against your ear as he whispered.

You turned your face towards him, a soft nod confirming your desire, your fingertips caressing the expanse of his back. With a gentle touch, your fingers found their way to his scalp, tangling in the soft locks of his hair. Copia's eyes closed as he savored the sensation, a contented hum escaping his lips. Your chuckle danced in the air as you admired the peaceful and relaxed expression on his face.

Copia leaned in, his lips brushing against your forehead before leaving a soft, lingering kiss. His eyes opened slowly, meeting yours in a gaze that felt like a reflection of your love and passion, a silent exchange without the need for words.

He shifted back between your legs, and you couldn't help but turn your gaze to his body, tracing every contour, and taking in the intricate details of his skin – every freckle, mark, and subtle nuance. You marveled at how perfectly his form was put together, all belonging to the man you loved.

"What's the matter, cara?" Copia inquired, his hands tenderly caressing your thighs.

You shifted your attention to him, a smile gracing your lips. "You're absolutely stunning," you murmured as you settled on the edge of the bed before him. "Copia, you're undeniably beautiful, the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on."

He blushed at your words, trying to dismiss them. "Oh, cara, I'm just an old—"

Quickly, you placed your fingers over his lips, preventing him from finishing his sentence.

"Don't you dare undermine yourself. You're an incredible man, the most remarkable in the world to me, and I love you deeply. I'm so grateful for our meeting."

His expression softened, and he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you tenderly with a smile playing on his lips. You settled back onto the bed, letting yourself sink into its comfort.

"Now, if you would," you began in a hushed voice, "make me yours tonight and for all the nights to come."

He smiled, reaching out to stroke your cheek. "I will, cara mia. I'll make you mine every night."

A tear fell down your cheek, but it was quickly replaced by another. "I'm sorry, Copia. I didn't mean to cry."

"It's alright, cara," Copia whispered, holding your hand, pressing a kiss on the back of it. "Are you ready to be mine for the rest of our lives?"

"Yes, Copia, please take me as yours."

His hand caressed your body, stroking your skin with care and affection. You moaned softly, arching your hips toward him. Copia chuckled, moving closer to you until his hardness was pressed between your legs and his torso on top of you.

"Ah!" you let a surprised moan escape your lips, as you felt him.

He grinned at you, taking his length on his hand, stroking it lazily. He rubbed his hardness between your folds, teasing you. With one swift motion, he thrust himself into you, slowly filling you, causing you to gasp loud. You wrapped your legs around him, locking your ankles behind his back.

"Oh... Copia, yes... That feels so good," you purred.

He began to move slowly, his pace deliberate and measured. You moaned softly, your hands roaming over his chest and shoulders. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours, kissing you passionately as he continued to thrust into you. You broke the kiss, gasping for breath, moving your hips in time with his, matching his rhythm.

"P- Please, Copia... faster," you stammered, breathless.

"Faster, eh?" Copia asked quietly, his tone with a hint of lust.

He pulled out of you, his length glistening with your wetness. He pushed himself into you, causing you to gasp, your body arching. He moved deeper into you, his hardness stretching you. You whimpered softly, biting your lip as you felt your arousal.

You felt him move fast, slamming his length deep inside of you. The soft sound of flesh slapping together filled the room. You tightened your legs around him, wanting to keep him inside of you. Copia groaned, increasing his pace.

"You're so tight," he growled, leaning down to press a peck on your lips. "So warm..." he added. "So perfect..." he concluded. "And I love being inside you, amore mio," he said.

His movements becoming faster and more intense after each stroke. You sighed, your eyes closing as you savored the sensation of his member sliding in and out of you. Copia kissed your neck gently, his hands stroking your breasts. You arched your back to meet his thrusts, pressing your hips upward.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his breathing becoming heavier. "So beautiful and mine."

"Yes, Copia, yes," you moaned softly. "I'm yours, Copia, I'm all yours."

He grinned, raising his head from your neck, locking his eyes with yours. He increased his speed, his movements becoming faster and more urgent. You cried out, your fingers digging into his back, his breath ragged.

"It feels so good inside of you," he responded. "Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock."

Copia buried himself completely inside of you, holding himself there for a moment before pulling out. You gasped, your eyes flying open.

"Copia! Wh-?" you cried.

"Shh," he hushed, his fingers tracing circles around your clit.

"Copia, please! Don't make me beg."

He ignored you, pushing two fingers inside you, working them in and out while his thumb circled your clit. He removed his fingers inside of you, bringing them to his lips. He opened his mouth, taking his fingers in a hard suck, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

"You always taste so good when your pussy is dripping for me, amore."

He flipped you over, positioning himself behind you. He entered you, with his length sliding easily in and out of you, causing you to growl and cry out. You bit your lips trying to contain a loud moan. Copia's hands were on your hips, guiding you to meet his thrusts. You cried out, your body tensing up.

"Copia, I'm going to cum soon," you warned him. "Ah! Please, make me cum for you. Make me cum for you, Papa."

"I will, amore, I-" he bit his lower lip. "Cazzo, I'm going to cum too, merda, sì, sì, your pussy is so goo-Oh!"

He growled, slamming himself deep inside you, causing you to moan loud. Your walls tightening around his length, coming, feeling yourself spamming. Your juices flowing freely onto the sheets. Copia's body stiffened, and you felt him throbbing inside of you, his hot seed filling you up.

"Cazzo!" he screamed. "Ah! Cara! So good! Oh, Satan!"

Copia collapsed on top of you, both of you panting heavily. You could feel his hardness softening inside of you. You turned your head, looking at him above your shoulder. He turned you around to face him, with a gentle smile on his lips.

"Copia..." you whispered, smiling at him. "That was incredible."

"Sì, it was," he agreed, kissing your shoulder.

Copia eased himself down beside you, his body rolling gracefully until he was nestled beside you. His arms reached out, drawing you in close until your head rested against his heaving chest. As you closed your eyes, his rapid heartbeat echoed in your ears, a rhythm that you matched as you worked to steady your own. Your fingers danced across his skin, tracing a delicate path from his belly to his chest. Your touch lingered over the intricate 666 tattoo, your fingertips moving in gentle circles against his skin, almost as if you were soothing away any lingering tension.

Copia's eyes fluttered shut, his lips parting slightly as a soft hum of contentment escaped them. He shifted his face towards yours, his breath caressing your skin as his lips brushed against your forehead, planting a tender kiss there. His fingers found solace in your hair, tangling and weaving through the strands, his touch gentle as he massaged your scalp with affectionate strokes.

"I love you so much, I'm never going to get tired of telling you that," Copia murmured.

"That's good because I don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing you say that, Copia." You lifted your head in his direction, cupping his face with one of your hands, stroking his cheek delicately with your fingertips.

Copia's lips curved into a tender smile as he leaned into your touch, his eyes locking onto yours. "You truly are my solace, mia amata," he whispered.

You returned his smile, your heart swelling with affection. "And you, Copia, you're my everything," you replied, your thumb tracing a soft pattern on his cheek.

His hand reached up to cover yours, holding it against his cheek as he closed his eyes, savoring the moment. "Tonight has been... more than I could have imagined," he admitted.

"I'm glad," you whispered, your fingers brushing through his hair as you gazed at him with adoration. "You deserve all the happiness in the world, Copia."

His eyes fluttered open, and he gazed at you with a warmth that radiated from deep within. "You're my happiness, mia dolce amata."

You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, the depth of his feelings washing over you like a soothing wave. A soft smile graced your lips as you looked into his eyes, feeling a profound connection between you.

"Copia," you murmured, your voice filled with tenderness. "And you are mine."

He leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he closed the distance between your lips. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he wanted to savor every second of this connection. His lips brushed against yours tenderly. His hand cradled your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin in a soothing gesture, the taste of his lips was familiar yet new, a taste that you could never tire of. As the kiss lingered, his lips moved against yours with a slow and deliberate rhythm. Your fingers instinctively tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as if to deepen the connection even further.

After you both broke the kiss, a soft sigh of contentment escaped your lips. Copia's forehead found its place against yours, and in that close proximity, your eyes locked onto each other's.

"Amore," he began, his voice carrying a gentle weight. "I know you must be tired, but there's something I've been holding onto, waiting for the right time to give it to you. It's something I've kept , and I believe this moment is absolutely perfect."

Copia gracefully seated himself on the bed, his hand reaching towards the drawer of the bedside table. The drawer opened, and he retrieved and envelope from within, its appearance reminiscent of the one you stumbled upon in his office months ago. Sitting down beside him, your eyes were fixed on the envelope he presented to you.

"Per favore, read it," he invited softly.

Accepting the envelope from him, you nodded with a reassuring smile. With care, you opened it, retrieving a folded sheet of paper from its confiines. You leaned your back against the headboard as you unfolded the paper and started to read, your eyes scanned the words that Copia had penned down.

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As you read, you could feel the emotions welling up within you. His vulnerability and honesty touched your heart, and tears began to pool in your eyes. You looked up from the paper, your gaze meeting his. His eyes were locked on yours, his expression filled with hope and a touch of anxiety. The letter had bared his soul, and now it was your turn to respond. A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you folded the paper back and placed it on the bedside table.

"Copia, I love you so much, my love," you whispered, your voice laced with emotion.

"I love you too," he let out a sigh of relief, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I didn't just like it," you chuckled softly, wiping away a tear that had escaped your eye. "I loved it."

Copia reached for your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. "Amore, I meant every word. You mean the world to me, and I wanted you to know just how much. I was so scared when they told me that they wanted me to be the new Papa Emeritus that I had to write this letter. I had to let you know how I felt about you and how I'll always feel about you."

"I felt it," you said, your heart swelling with affection. "And I want you to know that I feel the same way about you."

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Thank you for being in my life, for standing by me. I promise to cherish you, today and every day that follows."

Your lips curved into a gentle smile. "And I promise to stand by you, support you, and love you, today and every day that follows."

"I love you," Copia whispered. "Today, tomorrow and forever."

In that moment, as you looked into each other's eyes, you knew that the bond you shared was unbreakable. The words in the letter had sealed a promise, a promise of love, understanding, and unwavering companionship. And as you leaned in, sharing a tender kiss, you knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in your journey together. Your connection with Copia transcends titles and roles, and it’s clear that your love is strong enough to weather any challenges that may arise. Together, you’ve embraced the uncertainty of the future and found solace in each other’s presence. No matter the circumstances or changes that come your way, your love remains unwavering. It’s a powerful reminder that true love transcends any external factors.

And well, you couldn't have been happier to have stumbled upon that letter, that love-filled note, tucked away in his office all those months ago. That incomplete love letter revealed itself to be more than mere words on paper; it was the prelude of authentic love. It reminded you that sometimes, the tiniest gestures can carry the most significant meaning in our lives. The letter without a "from" or "to" inscription showed you that even the simplest of things can hold the key to true happiness in life, and your happiness had a reason now—it was Copia, your one and only, forever yours, Copia.

Grammar

Amore - love Cara - dear Ma, grazie - but, thank you Eccellente - excellent Mio fratello - my brother Molto bene - very good Ora ascoltami - listen to me Madre - mother Prego, sorella - thank you, sister Mia amata - my love Per favore - please Non capisco, mia amata - I don't understand, my love Non ci pensare neanche - don't even think about it Sei l'amore della mia vita - you're the love of my life Ti amo - I love you Bella sorella - beautiful sister Diavoletta - little devil Vieni - come Sei così bella, il tuo corpo è così prezioso, la tua pelle è così morbida, ti amo così tanto - You're so beautiful, your body is so precious, your skin is so soft, I love you so much Nessun Satana, amore mio, solo il tuo Papa - no Satan, my love, only your Papa Dolce nettare - sweet nectar Mia dolce amata - my sweet love

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Terzetto

Papa Emeritus III x Reader X Omega Rating: 18+ NSFW

Summary: You all know what this is about.

(Terzetto means 'threesome' in Italian)

Afab reader - no pronouns

A/N-

Alright Ghoulies- I'm back at my same old games. I've got 3 WIPs that need finishing but the idea popped into my head and I knew I had to write this. It's smutty, It's glorious, please enjoy. Also I just realized that this is my first fic with a Papa so there we go. New milestone I guess.

Also- Please forgive my poor Italian.

The sound of footsteps echo throughout the stone hallway as you rush up the steps of the Abby on your way to Terzo’s office. You were already quite late since Sister Imperator had sent you on a multitude of useless errands. She probably knew about your appointment with Terzo and wanted to make you late. You are still convinced that she makes it her personal mission to snuff out any spec of joy Tezro has. 

Upon rounding a corner you hear the pounding of another set of footsteps to your right. After stopping to catch your breath you turn to see a large quintessence ghoul and he is headed straight for you. Your eyes widen when you realize he is going to crash into you, the only thing you can do is brace yourself. 

Smack

You feel the wind being knocked out of you as you and the ghoul tumble to the floor, landing in a pile. 

“Sorry,” the ghoul apologizes as you both lay sprawled out on the ground, attempting to reorientate yourselves. 

“I’m glad to see I’m not the only one late, Omega,” you chuckle out while offering the ghoul a smile. Omega stands up first and then offers to help you to get back on your feet. You gladly accept his help by taking his outstretched hand. With one easy tug, the ghoul has you standing upright. As you brush off your habit, Omega searches the surrounding area in search of your veil. 

“Here you go,” Omega says as he puts your veil back on your head, allowing his fingers to gently caress your cheek before pulling his hand away. You smile back at him as you both begin to walk towards Terzo’s office once more, albeit a lot slower this time. 

“He’s not going to be happy we are both late,” you muse as the two of you continue on your journey through the Abbey grounds. You love the man, but saying Terzo tends to be needy is an understatement. 

“Yeah, he is probably climbing the walls at this point,” Omega chuckles just as you reach the door to Terzo’s office. You knock softly only to find it already slightly ajar. Popping your head in, you see Terzo at this desk talking to another sibling. The third Emeritus brother looks rather bored with the conversation. He allows his focus to drift away from his present company, his eyes searching for something more entertaining. Once he spots you in the doorway, he eagerly sits up before motioning for you and Omega to enter with a wave of his hand. 

After stepping through the door, you and the ghoul stand to the side, not wanting to interrupt the Sibling. As the two of you wait, Omega leans down and mutters ,”Well he’s taking the fact that we are late much better than I thought he would.” 

You nod in agreement while keeping your eyes on Terzo, waiting for him to finish his conversation with the sibling. 

“I’ll have those pages sent over to you right away Pap- I mean Terzo,” says the sibling. 

“Molto bene,” Terzo responds as he waves the sibling out of the room,” I look forward to receiving them.”

However, Terzo did not, in fact, have any intentions of reading over those documents.  

“And close the door behind you. Grazie”

Once the sibling closes the door, Terzo stands and faces the two of you. 

“Cara mia and Omega! How are you?” Terzo asks as he walks over. 

“We’re sorry we are lat–” Omega starts before the third Emeritus brother cuts him off. 

“No time for apologies. It is all good, si. We are all here and ready to get started,” Terzo beams as he wraps his arms around the two of you and begins ushering you to a room connected to his office. Only Terzo would have a bedroom right next to where he works. Once you have entered the room, Terzo makes his way over to a chair in the corner of the room. 

“Now since the two of you kept your poor Papa waiting, I think you should put on a little show for me,” Terzo states as he settles himself into the chair. 

“But you’re not Papa any more,” you smirk. You couldn’t help but tease him just a little. Terzo gasps with faked offence. 

“Will you not indulge the fantasies of an old man, cara mia?” Terzo asks with a taunting tone. 

“Yes, Papa,” you nod back. 

“Well get on with it you two,” Terzo orders with a clap of his hands. With this you turn to face Omega before beginning to run your hands over his chest. A low purr can be heard emanating from the ghoul. You feel a set of hands roaming your back in search of the zipper of your habit. The movement of your hands stops once you reach Omega’s neck,  you look up at him for consent to remove his mask. Omega nods and you remove the mask, setting it on the edge of the bed. Omega takes your face in one of his hands before he leans down to press his lips against yours. One of his fangs pokes at your lower lip as he smiles into the kiss. 

You pull back, allowing him to remove your habit. He unzips the zipper of your dress and helps you tug it down your body stopping just below your knees allowing you to step out of it. Once you do so, Omega tosses the dress on the bed next to his mask. 

You hear a small grunt and the rustling of fabric and you turn to see Terzo removing his pants. 

“Don’t be minding me. Continue,” Terzo motions for the two of you to continue. Omega wraps his tail around your leg as you begin to unbutton his shirt. You can feel yourself becoming wetter and more desperate by the second. 

“Why don’t we hurry this along?” You whisper to Omega, who grunts in response and begins unbuttoning his trousers. Once you reach the last button, Omega has already finished undoing his pants. You open his shirt and help him remove it before moving to do the same to his pants. You can tell Omega is just as aroused as you are. He kicks his clothes to the side instead of laying them neatly with the rest of his things. His tail whips around excitedly as you pull him back in for another kiss. 

You run your hands down the front of his body until you hit the waistband of his underwear. “Please,” Omega pants as you place your hand over the bulge there. The ghoul grounds when you begin to rub him through the fabric. A series of small “fucks” comes from Terzo’s corner of the room and you know he is already stroking himself while watching the two of you. You move your lips so that you can begin peppering Omega’s neck with little nips and licks. 

You pull away from Omega before slowly lowering yourself to your knees. Omega’s chest heaves as his breath quickens in anticipation of what is about to come. His eyes widen a little while watching you pull down his underwear. Once the elastic band makes it just past his thighs,  his erection springs out and hits his stomach. A shot of arousal runs down your spine upon seeing his cock leaking precum in front of you. 

“Si, Si, cara mia. Let your Papa watch you suck off one of his ghouls,” Terzo moans out. You can’t help but let a feeling of pride swell up in your chest at the notion of pleasing both your papa and your ghoulish lover. As per Terzo’s instructions, you take Omega’s member into your mouth and begin to swirl your tongue around the tip. Omega throws his head back as he releases a groan. His hand threads through your hair in an attempt to ground himself to something. He doesn’t push your head further onto his member, but instead, he just holds you there. You pull off of his tip to swipe your tongue over the prominent vein located along the side of his cock. This causes the large ghoul to wrap his tail around his own thigh. You look up at him and give him a little smile before placing your mouth back onto him. You begin to bob your head, stroking the part of him that you cannot fit in your mouth. 

A warmth spreads over your body as you listen to the moans echoing throughout the room. Omega pulls you off of him only to have you look up at him. 

“How about we show that cute little pussy of yours some love,” he utters with a smile. 

“Si, come here and give your Papa some attention while he licks you,” Terzo gasps as he stops stroking himself. You crawl to him on all fours and begin to give his head little kitten licks. Terzo groans as he praises you.

“Very good little one”

 You smile at his words as you continue giving his member your full attention. Omega crawls up behind you and spreads your cheeks to get a better look. You moan into Terzo when you feel his warm tongue begin to lap at your slit. He runs his tongue around your rim and then down your slit as his motions speeds up. Terzo places his hands on your head montioning for you to take him in your mouth. You wrap your lips around him and begin to gently suck. You feel a finger slide into you causing you to moan onto Terzo’s cock. A second finger joins the first and begins to scissor you open as Omega’s tongue settles into a steady rhythm on your clit. 

You feel your spit leaking out around Terzo as you continue to bob your head. It is difficult to concentrate on the task at hand but you do your best to please him. Ever so often, Terzo’s member hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag a little. Terzo pulls you off of him and speaks to you.

“I don’t want this to be over too soon. I’m not the young man I once was,” he chuckles. You nod before laying your head to rest in his lap, as your nails dig into the flesh of his thighs. Terzo continues lavishing you with praises as he gently strokes your hair. You can feel the heat building inside you as you approach your orgasm. 

Omega feels your tight heat clinch around his fingers. The motion draws a growl from the ghoul, who promptly doubles down on his efforts. A gasp escapes your lips when Omega’s thumb finds its way to your clit and begins to rub tight circles on the sensitive bud. 

“Oh fuck!” You cry out as you finish, you can feel Omega grin as he drinks you up. 

“You did so well, cara mia,” Terzo coos as Omega works you through your orgasm. A strong arm wraps itself around your waist, preventing you from collapsing to the floor. 

Terzo gives you a moment to catch your breath before directing the both of you to lay on the bed. Once the three of you are settled on the bed, you look to Terzo for further instructions. 

“How should we do this?” Terzo muses as he pretends to think. You know he has already planned out exactly how he wants this to go. 

“I believe that both Omega and I should both take our pleasure at the same time. Do you think you can do that for us, cara mia?” Terzo asks with a smile. You nod back eagerly. You weren’t new to this, having done it multiple times with the two of them before, but not for a while. It would be nice to feel so full again. 

“Molto buono,” Terzo exclaims as he clasps his hands together, his eyes sparkling with excitement. You giggle a little as he makes a show of crawling up onto the bed next to you. 

“Let me get you ready,” Terzo continues as he inserts two fingers into you and begins moving them in and out. You moan in response to his actions as your hands claw at the bed sheets. 

“But let's not forget about Omega here.” 

Terzo takes his other hand and licks his palm before grasping Omega and slowly stroking him. Omega grunts in response and lets his eyes close enjoying the feeling. Beads of precum form at the head of his cock as his hips instinctively rock into Terzo’s hand. The third Emeritus brother has a wicked grin plastered on his face as he watches his lovers writhe in pleasure. 

 Terzo slips a third finger and then a fourth into you, having you mewling under him. He continues for a couple more moments before determining that you are sufficiently stretched. The sounds of your own moans mix with those of Omega’s as the two of you bask in the pleasure. 

“Are you ready?” Terzo asks as he removes his fingers from you and stops stroking Omega. The empty feeling causes you to whine a bit before you answer him. 

“Yes,” you whisper. Your body jitters in anticipation as you eagerly await his next instructions. 

“Good. Omega lay on your back,” Terzo instructs. Omega obeys and settles himself into the bed before Terzo turns to you. 

“Now you lay on Omega with your back against his chest so I can watch your beautiful face while we take you,” Terzo grins. Your heart races as you position yourself atop Omega, knowing that the large ghoul will have no problem holding your (and probably Terzo’s) weight. You shift around a little before finally finding a comfortable position. Once you are settled, Omega wraps one arm around your chest while using his other hand to help position himself before pushing into you. A cry of pleasure escapes you at the feeling of the ghoul entering you. The ghoul rumbles underneath you as he feels your tight heat encompass him. Omega warms you up with a series of shallow thrusts while nipping at your neck. 

“Are you ready for me?” Terzo asks. 

“Yes, Papa,” you pant out. 

Terzo gives you a nod before moving to position himself at your entrance. Omega spreads his legs a little wider so that Terzo has a little more room to maneuver. The ghoul halts his thrusts as he waits for the third. Terzo slowly slides himself into you beside Omega. 

A collective moan echoes throughout the room as Terzo enters. There is a moment of pause as Terzo gives you time to adjust to the feeling. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around Terzo’s neck in preparation for their movements. After a sufficient amount of time, Terzo is the first to begin thrusting into you with Omega shortly following. You had forgotten the feeling of what it was like to be this full. It is bliss. 

Moans, groans and gasps can be heard throughout the room as you all chase your high. Terzo leans over you to give Omega a kiss which he happily returns. You feel a tail snake up between your legs and begin to rub circles on your sensitive clit. You whine in response as you feel your high drawing closer. The sound of Terzo’s and Omega’s interlocking kiss in your ear has you desperate. Terzo pulls away from his kiss with Omega to do the same with you. He cups his hands around your face and continues with his deep thrusts which are becoming sloppy. 

“Si! Si! Si!,” Terzo pants out as he feels his orgasm rushing towards him. Omega growls deeply in your ear when he feels you begin to clamp down on him. A set of teeth sinks into your shoulder as the three of you draw nearer to an orgasm. Terzo pulls away from the kiss to turn his attention to your chest. 

You whimper when you feel his tongue lauve at one of your sensitive nipples, the pleasure from the action courses through your veins. You can feel the coil of arousal in your stomach growing tighter by the second. 

“I - I- I’m-,” you don’t get the chance to finish your sentence as you are over taken by an intense orgasm. Your legs tremble as you feel waves of pleasure course through the entirety of your body. Once Terzo feels you clench down on him, you feel his cock kick inside you. As Terzo cums, your and Omega’s names flow from his lips as though he was reciting a prayer. Omega is not far behind, in five more thrusts you feel his cum being added to Terzo’s. 

Terzo collapses on top of you and Omega. The three of you remain in a sweaty pile as you attempt to catch your breath. Your brain feels hazy as you bathe in post orgasm bliss. After a couple of moments, you finally begin to come back to reality. 

“Alright Papa,” Omega grumbles as he pushes the man back into a seated position. You feel cum slip out of you when both Terzo and Omega pull out. Omega pulls you into a spooning position with him before reaching up to pull Terzo down as well. With a content sigh, Terzo joins the both of you. 

“You did so well, cara mia,” Terzo praises as he caresses your face before brushing a sweaty lock of hair behind your ear. You hum at the praise as you snuggle deeper into Omega’s arms. You reach out to pull Terzo closer to you so that his chest is flush with yours. He smiles before kissing the top of your head and giving Omega a kiss as well. You feel Omega’s content purr as the three of you lay there enjoying the moment. 

“That was fun,” Terzo utters as the two of you both hum in agreement. 

“But try not to be so late next time.” 

—--------------   La Fine  —--—-----

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 4

Time for a York family brunch!

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Paris has been watching some kids TV in the apartment she shares with Deanna but, eventually getting bored, starts playing with an infant toy she found in Kelly’s toybox. Perks of being a childish sim.

Deanna: I’m done!

Paris: You are?

Deanna: Well 3 out of 4 lots of homework but I’m to tired to do more

Paris: You can always do it tomorrow

Deanna: And how about you? Can I do you tonight?

Paris: *coyly* If you want

Deanna: I do want

Aaron: Think we can woohoo without a kid barging in saying Kelly made them cry

Calista: I think the kids he hangs out with are tougher than that

After the pair are satisfied Calista cuddles up beside Aaron as he plays with her hair.

Calista: Por favore, can you be in good Nonno mode for brunch

Aaron: What do you mean

Calista: No telling Rilian he’s coddled or Alfred that he's the better twin. They’re speaking now, they can catch on

Aaron: *sighs* Rilian cries at the drop of a hat

Calista pinches Aaron.

Aaron: Fine, fine! I’ll try keep my annoyance to a minimum

At long last the whole house slumbers.

Devin: Buongiorno pa

Aaron: Cara, you’re here

Devin: Forget fashionable late I’d far rather be fashionably early

Deanna: Shh! They’re sleeping

Devin: Why is the lounge full of sleeping kids at almost 11am

Aaron: I think Kelly kept them up late with his spooky stories. We should probably get them up before brunch starts though

Devin: Yep. I don’t need any kid stealing all of ma’s omelettes

The family arrive for brunch and while Calista gets the last of Kelly’s guests on their way Aaron puts the toddlers in the high chairs.

Aaron: Here we have some omelettes cooked by your nonna, just for you

Alfred: For me

Devin: Si. Make sure you eat it before it gets cold

Alfred: No eat. Talk mama

Devin: Rilian, will you please eat

Rilian: It poison?

Calista: I don’t know what your cheeky Zio Kelly told you, but I would never give you poison. I promise, I made this with love and it tastes very good

Devin takes time to encourage Rilian to eat, he’s a picky eater, but eventually he starts to nibble on the omelette. His little face lights up and he begins to tuck in happily. Of course nonno Aaron is oblivious to this show of superior twin power as he’s over with the second generation of Yorks to eat.

Luna: How is the nectar garden going

Calista: We’re still waiting for the fruit to grow but-

Rilian: I DONE

Luna: *tuts* Rilian it is not good to interrupt. I am happy you finished your meal though

Alfred: This good nonna

Devin: What do we say

Alfred: Tank? Tank nonna

Calista: *smiles* at least he’s trying

Luna: We figure we’ll teach them grazie and danke after they know what thank you actually means

Aaron: How are you today Rilian? *looks at Calista deliberately*

Rilian: *smiles* I good good nonno. I eat up

Aaron: Oh? Molto bene

Rilian: *looks puzzled*

Devin: It’s Italian caro, you’ll learn in time

Rilian: Oh. Nonna can I out

Calista: Since you have finished eating sure

Joey: I see you also ate yours Alfred

Alfred: Yes Zio Joey *blows kiss*

Joey: aww, thanks piccolo

Freed from his chair Rilian toddles around and toddles right into Kelly.

Rilian: Zio Ke, Zio Ke! I eat up

Kelly: Did you now? How do you know it wasn’t poison

Rilian: *thinks* it taste good, mo bean (molto bene)

Kelly: That’s good news. You’ll have enough energy to survive then

Rilian: Huh

Kelly: See I was bitten last night and now I’m a MONSTER

Rilian: *jumps out of skin*

Rilian: *wailing*

Kelly: Shut up you’re fine

Rilian: *cries loudly* NONNO ZIO KE MEAN

Aaron: *sighs* Coming Rilian

Rilian: *sniffles and smiles at Kelly*

Kelly: Oh you little poop you're totally acting

Aaron: What’s going on over here then

Alfred: Up nonna up

Calista: Here I come. Uh oh, sounds like Rilian might be having some trouble

Alfred: I help, I snuggle

Calista: *hugging tightly* That’s right, you’re a snuggle bug aren’t you piccolo. All right, down we go

Alfred: I free, I free

…

Aaron: Kelly what did you do?

Kelly: He’s fine, he just smiled at me!

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno Zio Ke scare *pouts*

Aaron: *sighs* You decided it was a good idea to scare a three year old?

Kelly: I said I was a monster and he overreacted

Aaron: Kelly he’s a toddler, of course monsters are scary

Rilian: *sniffles* Nonno I sad

Aaron: Don’t worry Rilian, we can find something fun. As for you Kelly, time out

Kelly: *sighs* nobody has a sense of humour in this family

Defeated he goes and sits. Alfred comes over and tries talking to him but like normal Kelly prefers to ignore his nephews. Meanwhile Aaron scoops Rilian up and plays with him until he’s calmed down properly.

So what do we reackon folks? I'm still not 100% certain what happened with Kelly and Rilian. Reminder to read the whole option before clicking (it's me, I only read half the sentence then realise I was too eager to click)

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 11: It comes to this Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

You stood in front of your mirror holding up different outfits. "What does one wear on a business date?" You asked turning to look at the rats playing around in their cage, marmalade currently resting in the corner of her own set up heavily pregnant, you loved that cute little blond rat her color pattern made it look like she was wearing a yellow shawl. "What do you guys think?." You held up the outfits as if the pets would answer you.

"I like the black dress." Spinning you were face to face with Copia who was leaning against the doorway you let out a breath. "Copia you scared the fuck out of me." A hand was on your chest before you realized that you were only in your undergarments blushing you held the dress up to cover yourself. "Why? it is not like I have not seen your beauty before." his words made your face grow a little warmer as you took the black dress and slid it on over your head, fluffing out your hair in the mirror you could see how red and puffy Copias eyes were your face twisted into one of concern.

"Copia your eyes- have you been crying?." You walked over to him your hand cupping his cheek you could feel him start to lean into your touch but pull away. "Do not go." He spoke sternly "What?." "I said do not go, stay here, with me instead." Copia took your hands into his gloved ones. "Cara Mia please stay with me." "Copia I ca-." "I can give you anything and everything you want cara, love me the way I love you the night we spent together you looked so happy you always look happy when you are with me and-and-and the confessional I can make all of it come true, and more we can be more, just--- stay." Copias confession had you staring at him… confessional?..oh…OH! Oh fuck now you remembered everything you said suddenly you were feeling guilty he thought you…. oh this poor man, this poor big hopeful-eyed man. "Copia-." "Please, if I have to get onto my knees say it sorella and I shall do it." "No, no Copia don't-." You paused staring at him.

"You… love me?." You watched as Copias face went beat red right up to the tips of his ears realizing through his stammering and pleas for you to stay that he had admitted his feelings. "I-I-I-." His pushy demeanor fell flat, his eyes looking down at your hands held within his, circles rubbed around your knuckles. "S-Si I do, I have f-for a while." Ah, there was that stuttering wonderful fool you knew. "Look, I've already promised Secondo this afterward I'll come right back here okay?." "..Promise?." The word was muttered and the tone almost broke your heart there was a fleeting thought of texting Secondo and saying something came up, no you wouldn't do that to him. "Just one thing- can I have just one kiss before you go?." You chuckled nodding to Copia who perked up a small smile coming to his face. "Grazie." Leaning in he let his lips brush against yours, it was only supposed to be a short sweet kiss but as soon as you kissed back your hands were all over each other. His finding their way up your dress to your breast in minutes flat teasing each nipple with the pad of his thumbs you both swallowed each other's moans, damn Emeritus's, and their tasty lips. Copia's lips kissed their way down your throat. "Okay- I need to finish getting ready for the meeting." Appreciating that you called it a meeting instead of a 'date' Copia listened reluctantly pulling away from you his breathing heavy, kissing his cheek you finish getting ready applying your makeup, and fixing your hair the last bit was a spritz of perfume after looking at yourself to make sure you looked okay-ish, you stepped out you baby talked to the three little rats Bisscoti, Rigatoni, and Marmalade.

"You look like you're about ready to pop sweetie." Grabbing a sunflower seed you gave each of the ones watching them scurry to eat it, hearing the little chitters upon standing you turned to see Copia staring at you. "What?." "Ah.. eh… n-nothing you just- you just look beautiful sorella." You felt your cheeks redden. "Thank you, Copia, I'll be back alright." He stopped you for one more kiss on the cheek heading out to the front of the ministry your heels clicking against the cement steps. The chauffeur Ghoul drove the car around, looking back at the large building you swore you had seen a shadow move away from one of the windows the move making you chuckle as you slipped into the back seat. Settling in you sighed, damn it, you were in a dilemma now between Secondo and Copia, you never thought you'd see yourself in this kind of situation that was for sure. The ghoul's eyes looked at your reflection in the mirror seeing how troubled you looked. "Everything alright doll?." He asked shaking you from your thoughts. "Yeah, Axel everything is-… no everything isn't fine I have a lot on my mind." You thought for a moment perhaps you could get some outside help.

"Axel?." "Hm?." "I have this friend right, another sister of sin and she likes two people very much how do you know when it's love and not just lust?." Axel thought for a few minutes stopping at a red light. "Hmm, I think you should talk to Divine about that one." He looked at your reflection again before adding.

"Tell your friend to ask each person what they love about her and see which one loves what's on the inside instead of just the package." You stared at the ghoul for a moment. "You know Axel.. that is pretty good advice." Maybe you would try that and see how they felt, see who wanted you for you and not just your body, once the car stopped in front of the restaurant you leaned forward between the seats and pressed a kiss to the cheek of the ghoul's mask the hell beast giving you an affectionate purr in return, stepping out you straightened your dress and patted at your hair. Walking into the place right off the bat you could tell it was very fancy, a live band playing soothing music and everyone dressed high-class it made you feel a little underdressed.

"Sorella." You heard his voice making you turn around and greeted by his paintless face, dressed in what looked like a satin black suit his usual leather gloves on. "Secondo." You greeted him as he took his sunglasses off, hooking them into his suit pocket. "Bella, I am so glad you came." He took your hand placing a kiss on the back of it. "Do you have a reservation?." The desk woman asked as she returned. "Si, it is under Emeritus." The woman looked through her list. "Oh yes, this way please." Secondo linked your arms together as you walked to the back of the restaurant, opening the sliding doors to the balcony where several tables sat, Twinkle lights blinked like stars circled the roof a smile rested on your lips as you took in the sight. "It's so beautiful and that view." You unlooped your arm from Secondos to speed walk to the edge overlooking the city down below so many lights and colors. "I always come here," Secondo spoke standing beside you. "I figured you would like it." You both were seated at the table the menus given to you, Secondo ordered a bottle of wine for the table, it was all… so romantic you had no idea that the man across from you could put something like this together.

He poured your glass and then his own. "Now onto business, the file system you had set up worked phenomenally, the sister they saddled me with can't compare and I was wondering if you had written any of your tips or tricks down to get things moving easier again." You blinked staring at him. "They gave you a new assistant?." You felt your mouth go dry. "Temporary assistant." Secondo corrected You forced a smile but you couldn't help the thought that rose in the back of your mind… were they co-workers with benefits too?.. "Which sister if I may ask?." "Sister Leiah." Sister Leiah?! He had to be fucking her she was beautiful in the face and body to boot when you were new to the Ministry you even caught yourself looking at her for too long sometimes, that and she had quite the reputation. The evening went on talking about random things mostly about work, Latin translations, and that you'd have a step-by-step guide on his desk soon so things would run smoothly. You wore a smile yet inside your heart was breaking all you could think about was fucking Leiah in Secondos arms, on his desk where you had been on so many occasions for three years you gave yourself to him willingly. He had even told you he loved you in that moment you wished you had canceled and stayed home with Copia but you were a woman of your word and you would treat this as a business meeting.

"So does Leiah have any organizational abilities at all?." "Sister Imperator said she had them however I have yet to see them." Your mind kept slipping back to Primo's kitchen the slow dancing the goofiness, was it a dream or was it a reality? you couldn't tell anymore. Even for Secondo's emotionally stunted ass, he could tell something wasn't right with you. "Tesoro, what is wrong? you've been so quiet toni-." "Are you messing with her?." "Scusa?." "Are you messing with her?." He didn't answer right away. "I wouldn't call a few massages 'messing', why?" "Okay, I think we are done here." You spoke tapping your mouth clean. "Cara no wait-." "No." No was one thing he hated being told and you knew it, he hated it even more when you disobeyed and weren't his 'good girl' as he had called you multiple times in the past he was so confused what's even worse is that you didn't even hear him out, you knew how Secondo could be once he had several drinks in his system, the thoughts just kept on hounding your mind and chipping away at your heart as you got up and stormed off, you could hear him call after you, he couldn't follow the restaurant not letting him leave until he had paid the bill luckily you were a fast walker even in heels. Lucifer you felt so stupid! How could you have fallen for him even after knowing how many siblings desired him and how many threw themselves at him it made you wonder if he was fucking anyone else on the side when you were his assistant.

You were walking blindly into the night and before you knew it you were at least a mile from where the ghoul had dropped you off. Sighing in frustration as you pulled out your phone seeing many calls and unread text messages from Secondo, still pissed you ignored them and tapped on your screen.

Hey Copia… are you still awake?.. Si, Sorella are you alright?

No :') He didn't hurt you, did he? What did he do?! I will hunt him down.

Easy Copia easy! though it's nice to know you would go after Secondo's ass for me x'D I would go after anyone's ass who hurts you.

That's so sweet, uh I hate to ask since it's so late but… could you give me a ride home? I kind of stormed off like a dumbass UnU Of course Sorella, anything for you just give me the location and I'll be there.

You looked around seeing that it was one of the many parks in the area, texting the address to him you walked over to the playground kicking your shoes off before stepping into the sand and heading over to the swings. You took a seat hand wiping your eye. "I'm so fucking stupid." you scolded yourself as you gently swayed to and fro. Back at the Ministry Copia was rushing around looking for his keys muttering ways he was going to kick Secondo's ass for hurting you, finding them he rushed out down to the door. "Cardi what in the seven hells are you doing?." Imperator asked. Telling her that you needed him to come and get you put a smile on the greying blond's face, it seems things were moving along quicker than she expected. "Well, you look all too happy." Belial's voice came as he phased through the wall his hands behind his back. "Of course, soon we'll have our new leader and his Prime Mover, a packaged deal to ensure the future, Secondo is doing half the work for me." Imperator chuckled. "Emotionally stunted fool." Belial rolled his eyes. "You sound like a two-bit Disney villain." "Shut up!." Imperator hissed at the Infernal Prince as he phased back into the wall.

You looked down at your phone watching the time go by looking up whenever a car drove by hoping that it was Copia, when one did finally stop you were relieved to see that old Buick and even more so to see the driver that got out of it, whatever loud song he had been listening to was turned off as he made his way over. The Cardinal, well he wasn't dressed in his cassock sat in the swing next to you. "You okay?." You gave a slow nod to him watching as he held out a gloved hand a small smile came to your face as you accepted the handhold both gently swinging slowly hand in hand. "Sorella?, may I ask what happened?." "Just…." You let out a breath, Copia deserved some kind of answer given that he had come out here at ass o' clock at night. "Apparently.. they gave Secondo a new assistant, Sister Leiah and we all know her reputation." You couldn't help but sound a bit snobby, the tone made Copia snort. "Is that why you were so upset cara?" "No, I asked him if he was messing with her, you know 'messing'. " "I know, I know, I know." "Well, he paused and then said." You did your best mock Secondo impression. "I wouldn't call a few massages 'messing' ." You sighed your toes kicking at the sand burying your big toes and enjoying the coldness of the earth. "We all know what that leads to, especially with someone like Sister Leiah, she's so pretty but a total snobby bitch." "You think she's pretty?." Copia asked his brow arching. "Yeah, don't you?, Everyone does hell even Primo probably." that got a chuckle from the Cardinal. "I doubt that Primo has eyes for anyone aside from Gemma and please you are a million times better looking than Leiah." You could feel the warmth come to your face along with a smile even if he was just saying it to be nice it felt good. "Go home and watch a movie?." He asked thumb rubbing circles onto your knuckle. "It's a date." You giggled both gently swinging slowly still hand in hand. "You're my best friend Copia."

'Friend' a part of his heart chipped again hearing the word he could already hear Dew 'Man you got friend zoned!!!!' as much as he wanted to argue the fact and ask you about being more than friends Copia stayed silent he could tell you were hurting and didn't want to hurt you further or anger you. Finally, the two of you got up from the swings heading to Copias car his arm around your shoulders as soon as you picked up your heels a car pulled up behind Copia's Secondo getting out of the back seat. "Sorella! there you are I was worried why did- what is he doing here?." Copia tried to appear brave but Secondo's cold stare sent a shiver down his spine. "I asked him to pick me up." "Why?." "You know why." Secondo looked utterly confused, did he not know? did you make a fool of yourself again? you looked at Copia as if he had the answer to your unasked question. "Is this about Leiah?." Secondo asked his arms crossing. "Yes." You answered faster than you wanted to. "How cute tesoro you are jealous." Secondo chuckled. "That is cute but nothing is going on between me and Sister Leiah." He insisted, true it was just a massage you'd given him massages before while he worked, but then that was you, not the ministries bicycle, and really… were you any better? you've fucked Copia though in your defense that was before Secondo told you he loved you.

You looked between the two men.. a choice needed to be made that night so you shut your brain off and listened to your heart for once…

-- to be continued --

The Assistant -- FIN -- 2. 3. Taglist: @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

[kanako91]

Mi piacciono i FORSE ahah E per la seconda domanda, sì, sono sempre io :) Allora, sì, la tipa scrive femdom e l'ultimo uscito è con un sick sub. E no, non ho letto nulla di lei anche se le trame m'intrigano. Ecco perché chiedevo: la tua lista mi sta aiutando molto a trovare letture interessanti e quindi mi sono detta "chissà se Alex conosce questa autrice". Grazie mille per le risposte e, buona scrittura <3

Direi che dopo un anno quella lista può avere un sequel, perché ho aggiunto altri titoli in wishlist e ne ho letti un paio! Giacché c'ero, ne ho approfittato anche per indicare quelli della vecchia lista che ho letto nel frattempo, se vuoi andare a recuperartela ;)

Letti e piaciuti

Curio The Complete Series di Cara McKenna, che non è propriamente Femdom, ma la protagonista va da un gigolò per avere le sue prime esperienze s3ssuali e nelle novelle successive esplorano vari aspetti del loro rapporto e c'è una parte più Femdom, comprensiva di p3gging. Ho scritto una lunga recensione, se vuoi più dettagli!

Pleasure and Purpose di Megan Hart, che è un fantasy erotico composto da tre racconti: il primo è decisamente Maledom/femsub, ma il secondo già è più sfumato come dinamica (il protagonista maschile domina a mo' di principino viziato che è) e il terzo è puramente Femdom. Storie davvero meravigliose, il worldbuilding mi è piaciuto molto!

The Gargoyle's Captive di Katee Robert, fantasy romance in cui nonostante l'asta in cui la protagonista femminile viene "acquistata" dal protagonista maschile, c'è una bella dinamica enemies-to-lovers e Femdom (per quanto solo a letto).

Saving Suzy di Stefanie Simpson, questo è più romance erotico e devo dire che la parte romance non mi ha coinvolta molto, ma il Femdom è abbastanza vario e con praticità che non si vedono spesso.

If She Says Yes di Tasha L. Harrison, è anche age gap in cui è lei quella più grande (la madre del migliore amico di lui!) e c'è un percorso molto bello di riscoperta di sé dopo la morte del marito e soprattutto in una posizione più dominante.

Bonus: non è Femdom (se non nella novella extra), ma Release di Suzanne Clay è stata una lettura meravigliosa che consiglio vivamente!

Abbandonati

I'll Do Anything di Daisy Jane, è un bully romance con Femdom... almeno così promette. Mi aspettavo una bella storia di vendetta che si trasforma in amore, ma alla fine c'è molto angst per il 40% e quando inizia il Femdom è così concentrato su di lui (c'è una c0ck cage, ci speravo!) e poco su di lei. L'ho messo in pausa due settimane e quando l'ho ripreso ho detto "nope" così forte che l'ho abbandonato. Ho altri libri della stessa autrice già acquistati in sconto e quindi li leggerò, nella speranza che siano migliori.

Ancora da leggere

Unbound di Cara McKenna

Love and Pretence di Stefanie Simpson

The Only One di Daisy Jane

Cohen's Control di Daisy Jane

Soul of a Witch di Harley LaRoux (mi dà vibes fortissime Femdom, ma non ricordo se l'autorə ha confermato)

Surrendering to Scylla di Wren K. Morris (monster romance, lei è il mostro! E mi pare proprio sia Femdom)

In wishlist

Bound to Me di Katie Ashley

Servicing the Target di Cherise Sinclair

Femdom Tales di Lola Bowie (3 racconti)

Crossing the Line di Megan Hart

Wanna Be Yours/Voglio essere tuo di Megan Hart

Vanilla di Megan Hart (la protagonista è una Femdom, ma non ho capito bene se poi "coinvolge" il protagonista maschile)

Beg For It di Megan Hart

Sanctuary di Rebekah Weatherspoon

The Devil's Doorbell di AA.VV. (raccolta di racconti erotici tra cui ce ne sono forse un paio con del Femdom, dalle recensioni che ho letto)

Stray di Daisy Jane

Crystals and Contracts di A.A. Fairview (è esplicitato che il protagonista maschile è sub, almeno)

Bind Me di Esme Taylor

Prelude to Hope di Stefanie Simpson

Mutual Beginnings di Stefanie Simpson

Neon Hearts di Stefanie Simpson

Lay Me Down in Ivy di Stefanie Simpson

Maneater di Emily Antoinette

Power Play di Charlotte Stein (mi sembra di aver capito sia Femdom, da confermare)

Direi che ti ho dato parecchio da spulciare :D

(Lato scrittura posso dirti: con il fill non sto andando avanti al momento, ma sto lavorando alla revisione di una novella MMF k1nky che voglio pubblicare quest'anno 😬 Poi, la fine del fest è lontana, vediamo come vanno le cose...)

[captaingrebelguf]

Lupercalia

Felt like making a little Lupercalia fluff drabble based on some of PM Ren's recent stories (with the little time I have for anything). Dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Thanks for enabling me and letting me fangirl until I want to put myself out of my misery.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Any who. Slight NSFW underway.

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“What color did you want, signorino?” Terzo questioned his son without looking up from applying the dark wine polish to Mena’s nails.

“Yellow!” Dante cheered, bouncing on the couch beside his sister. Terzo nodded in agreement, hunched over on the ottoman in the parlor. He was performing last minute manicures before the family made their way to the first night of Lupercalia feasting. 

Mena gave her brother a stern side-glance as she felt herself being shaken by her younger brother’s recoil, her father struggling to keep the paint on her petite nails. Without moving his head, Terzo lifted his eyes to look at his son. Dante’s hazel and white eyes met his father’s gaze as he plopped back down on the couch.

“Grazie,” Mena and Terzo replied in unison. Terzo smirked at his daughter before returning back to the last two nails. Dante let out a long sigh as he dramatically submerged himself back into the couch. At two-years-old, Dante’s overacting could almost match his father’s at this point.

Alé poked her head out of their bedroom,”Terz, you’re watching the time?”

“Sì, cara mia,” Terzo affirmed, looking over Mena’s finished nails, “We’re just doing our finishing touches out here.”

“Great, thank you. Can you give me a zip when you have a second, please?” Alessandra asked as she dipped back into the bedroom to finish getting ready. 

After Terzo finished Dante’s nails, he instructed his two offspring to sit with their hands flat out on the table to dry. He turned the TV on to distract them and to hopefully keep more nail polish off their furniture. Terzo gave his children one more glance over his shoulder before heading into the main bedroom. 

Alessandra gave her husband a small smile in the mirror. She had her back to him, sitting at their shared vanity, zipper still waiting at the ready. Now in her final trimester of pregnancy, she had taken some encouragement from Terzo to not wear her comfort clothes: an oversized hoodie and stretchy pants. Instead they compromised on a dark amethyst Grecian gown; perfectly hugging all her curves. She had pinned her hair to one side, allowing some free tresses to trail over her exposed shoulders. Terzo gave her a mischievous grin as he closed the bedroom door behind him.

“Oh no, absolutely not!” Alé whipped around in the seat with a stern finger out and pointing at him. 

Terzo ignored her as he dropped to his knees and continued the crawl towards his partner. Once he reached her feet, he raked his fingers over her thighs, eliciting a quiet moan from Alé. She let an exasperated sigh out as he wrapped his lips around her pointed finger, gently sucking it. Alé smirked at him as she pulled her finger from his mouth with a pop.

“Amore, we’re doing so well on time. And look: I’m dressed, my face is painted, the children are ready to go…” Terzo moved his hands down to grab at her ample thighs, giving her a suggestive grin, “Shouldn’t we reward good behavior?”

“Yes, we should reward you for not making us late like you do every time,” Alessandra rolled her eyes as he continued to try to massage her ass, “But it’ll have to be afterwards.”

“Cara mia,” Terzo whined, grabbing her wrist and bringing the inside of it to his lips. His eyes full of lust as he gently nipped at her pulse point. “Sai che lo vuoi tanto quanto me…”

“You’re going to ruin your lips. And you’ve got fuzzy shit all over your pants now,” Alessandra sniped, proud of herself for keeping her resolve, despite the heat growing between her legs.

Terzo accepted defeat as he sat back on his heels and dramatically dropped her wrist, “Fine.”

Alé tucked a stray hair behind Terzo’s ear as she leaned forward to kiss his temple, “Now help me into this dress.”

Terzo stood before his wife, adjusting his semi-erect cock, briefly dusting at the debris on his slacks, and held out his hand to help her up. Alessandra graciously took her husband’s hand as she ascended in front of him. He gave her a playful grin as he lifted her hand above her head to twirl her away from him towards the mirror.

“Look at how beautiful you are, cara,” Terzo gushed as he left a trail of kisses along her exposed back and shoulders, making sure to casually graze his erection against her ass. He moved the zipper to close the back of her dress before letting his hands fall to her belly. His lips caressed along her neck, leading to her jawline, “La mia dea empia.”

“Mhmm,” Alé patronized, leaning her head back to rest against her husband’s. The door handle jiggled and they both quickly turned around to face the door.

“I locked it this time,” Terzo muttered.

“Wow, really going for those brownie points today,” Alessandra retorted. Terzo gave her a nonchalant shrug. 

“Papa! Dante smeared his nails and then he tried to fix them!” Filomena yelled from the other side of the door. 

Terzo scrunched his nose up as his eyes drifted to the ceiling. Alé stared dumbfoundedly at her husband as she tore open the bedroom door to go assess the damage their youngest had made.

“Is it bad?” Terzo asked his daughter, gaze still averted to the ceiling. Alessandra in the background trying to keep her calm in the other room; lamenting about the couch, the blankets, the coffee table, the rug, and Dante’s nice clothes.

“It’s bad,” Mena nodded.

“Ah. So much for being on time.”

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After a brief spot cleaning of the parlor, followed by scrubbing Dante clean and changed, then preceded by a volcanic tantrum when Terzo informed his son they didn’t have time to redo his nails, the family was headed down to join the festivities. Terzo held the morose Dante in his arms with Alessandra and Mena trailing behind them.

“Guarda, Dante, that’s where you were born!” Terzo teased his son in his arms, little Dante’s eyes still red and puffy. He motioned to the area in the hallway where Alessandra had given birth to their son.

“Terzo!” Alé reprimanded her husband, giving him a hasty slap to his rear, “You really don’t need to point that out every damn time we walk down the hall.”

They entered the banquet hall hastily, taking in all the sights and sounds. Terzo locked eyes with his two brothers across the hall as he gave an apologetic grimace. Primo smiled at his younger brother, while Secondo shook his head and turned away to continue his conversation with the sister to his left.

“About time you showed up!” Elizabet teased her best friend, double-fisting two full wine glasses, as she approached the family. She awkwardly curtsied at the former Papa, clearly haven taken full advantage of the open bar situation. Despite Terzo and Alé having been together for over five years, Liz still couldn’t help the innocent crush she held for Papa Emeritus III. Terzo awkwardly gave her a half bow back, holding back a smirk.

“Don’t start, Liz,” Alessandra warned, raising a hand to stop her friend from continuing. Alé’s once pristine dress now had a few smudged blotches of yellow nail polish from wrangling Dante as well as a few slowly drying wet spots from the impromptu scrub session.

“You look like you could use a drink,” Liz replied, holding out one of her full wine glasses to Alé. Alé blankly stared at her friend, trying to let what she had said sink in, Liz still smiling brightly and insisting her to take the glass.

Alé poked at her round stomach, “Maybe no?”

“Oh shit, right!” Liz quickly pulled the wine glass back to her own chest, “I forgot! I’m sorry! Do you want water!?”

“I’m fine for now,” Alessandra shook her head and smirked; her dearest confidant had a heart of gold, but was a little dim at times.

Sister Zoe, one of Liz's assistants hurried over to the group, she grabbed at Liz's arm and gently tugged at her, "Sorry to interrupt, Papa Copia's ghouls just knocked down one of the banquet tables. I could use reinforcements. Aether has started throwing food."

Alé shooed her friend away to go attend to the brewing chaos. She turned back to her family and patted Mena's raven hair, "Satan help her." 

Terzo clicked his tongue in acknowledgement, "Poor girl needs all the help she can get."

Near the bar, some of the other ghouls were circled up watching Mist and Dew race to chug Smirnoff Ices-- no one ever claimed they were a classy bunch. The ghouls clapped and cheered watching the two smaller ghouls race to down the bottles. Omega locked eyes with Terzo, as he leaned back and nudged Alpha in the ribs beside him. Some of the group separated from the bar and dashed to meet their Papa and his family. 

Omega took Mena’s hand and gave her a twirl to show off her dress, “You’re gonna give your Papa a run for his money, little one.”

Terzo furrowed his brow as he handed Dante off to Alpha; Dante immediately trying to reach for the ghoul’s horns. Earth picked at a yellow remnant of dried paint in the boy's hair.

“She’s almost prettier than you, boss,” Alpha grinned underneath his mask as he played keep away from the young boy in his arms.

“Watch it, ghoul,” Terzo muttered, trying to hide his smile. He couldn’t conceal the pride he had for his children.

“Mama, can I go watch Auntie Liz fight  Aeth?" Mena asked, excitedly pulling at her mother's hand. They looked over to the banquet table where Aether stood, two handfuls of cake held proudly above his head as he threatened to decorate Rain, who had stepped in to help clean up. Liz was attempting to grab at his arms as she tried to call Copia over to calm his ghouls. 

Alé chewed at the inside of her cheek,"Alpha, will you go with her? Please don't let her ruin her outfit. Please don’t let them throw anything either…" 

"Roger that, cap," Alpha saluted Alé, "Let's go, kids. Rain needs our help." 

Omega stayed back with the pair as they watched the other ghouls scamper off with the two young Emeritus children. The three sat in a comfortable silence as the music and laughter of the party buzzed around them. Terzo ghosted his fingertips against the ghoul’s thigh, as he stood with his other arm wrapped around his wife’s hips. 

Alé suddenly placed her hand to her stomach. Terzo immediately picked up on it and gave her a skeptical glance, “Please don’t tell me that was a contraction.”

“Your daughter has hiccups,” Alé scoffed. Terzo smirked at her as he placed his palm to the apex of her belly to feel the movement.

“So it could be any day now?” Omega inquired, .

“Hopefully just a few more weeks before we meet our bambino,” Terzo smiled proudly.

“Bambina,” Alé insisted.

“Alessandra, I’m telling you--”

“Boss, it’s a girl,” Omega blurted out. 

Alé’s eyebrows raised as she stared at the ghoul, she quickly turned back to Terzo.

“No,” Terzo gaped as he stared incredulously at the two of them.

“I did tell you she was a girl,” Alessandra grinned at him, nudging him in the ribs, “I gave you enough chances to catch on.”

“You knew!?,” Terzo gawked at his wife as she gave him a coy smile, “How long have you known!?”

“Months now…” Alessandra replied sheepishly, running her nails along Terzo’s forearm, “I couldn't help but ask them..”

Omega avoided Terzo’s gaze, as he now stared daggers at the ghoul. Omega clicked his tongue as he started to motion back towards the bar, “I’m gonna go now. Papa. Prime Mover. Happy Lupercalia.”

Terzo sighed once the ghoul had slunk off. He turned back to his wife and gave her a small pout, “I thought we were going to be surprised this time.”

“Terz,” Alé laughed softly, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her ample breast into him, “We can be surprised next time. I just couldn’t help but ask him.”

“Fine,” Terzo droned off, finding himself unable to maintain eye contact with his partner, being distracted by the sight of her cleavage taunting him.

“I will make it up to you, Papa,” Alessandra purred into his ear.

“Ah?” Terzo hummed, pulling her closer into him. Alessandra felt her cheeks begin to flush as his cock twitched against her. He caressed his hands down her back to grab onto her ass, not caring who might see, “Are you busy, Sorella?”

Alé chewed at her lower lip before giving him a cheshire cat smile, “I could be convinced…”

Terzo gave her rear a pat before collecting her hand and eagerly pulling her back out of the great hall. He gave her a mischievous smile as he led her into one of the storage closets near the party.

“You’re kidding me,” Alé groaned as she was pulled into the ill-lit room. Her husband immediately began grabbing at her breasts, slowly pushing her back against the wall.

“This is just an appetizer, amore,” Terzo begged her, “I have to go show you off a little bit at the festivities and then you’ll get your main course followed by so many desserts later tonight…”

“And how are you not going to ruin your makeup?” she snarked back.

Terzo began pulling his gloves off, grinding his cock against her (the best he could with the swell of their child in the way), dramatically waggling his fingers in her face “I have fingers, sì?”

He gave her a quick peck on the lips as he began gathering up her gown. Alessandra let out a breathy moan as he slipped his fingers past her underwear to meet with her slick folds.

“Just make it quick,” Alé panted, grabbing onto his shoulders for stability as he pushed his fingers into her cunt.

“Faccio quello che mi pare.”

Translations:

Signorino -- young man

Sai che lo vuoi tanto quanto me. -- You know you want this as much as I do.

La mia dea empia -- My unholy goddess

Guarda! -- Look!

Faccio quello che mi pare -- I do what I want.

[umi-no-onnanoko]

2/3/14/15/38

🐚. Cose che ti piace fare, ma che gli altri reputano strane?

Camminare tra i mucchi di foglie secche ammucchiate ai margini dei marciapiedi invece che dove non ci sono (scusate spazzini), quando c'è un pavimento a piastrelle nere e bianche caminare posando I piedi solo su quelle nere o solo sulle bianche o seguendo il movimento di un pezzo degli scacchi, camminare solo sulla fuga di un pavimento o una pavimentazione come se fossi su un filo per funamboli, non inzuppare mai biscotti, brioche o dolci nelle bevande perché mi danno fastidio le briciole sul fondo della tazza, cercare le fossette sui visi o i gomiti delle persone (sì lo so non sto bene 🤣), mangiare la parte bruciacchiata dei cibi perché è quella più croccante, cercare forme nelle nuvole, mangiare cibi molto piccanti senza battere ciglio dicendo che non è così piccante, dichiararmi per prima ad un ragazzo che mi piace, fare sorprese anche se ti conosco da poco.

Poi sicuramente altro, ma ora mi viene in mente solo questo.

🐚. Cose che tutti fanno ma che tu non hai mai fatto?

Assistere ad un concerto, vedere un balletto, visitare una mostra d'arte, andare a teatro a vedere un'opera, guardare le stelle, ballare sotto la pioggia, viaggiare.

🐚. Cosa ami che tutti odiano?

L'odore di vernice, smalto, acetone o bianchetto; l'odore dei libri "vecchi", mangiare piccole dosi di wasabi da solo con il cucchiaino (non da morire ovviamente), lo strabismo di Venere; i particolari che per le persone sono difetti, ma che per me le rendono uniche.

🐚. Cose che odi che tutti amano?

I temporali, le montagne russe, il carnevale, la discoteca, uscire tardi la sera, gli e-book, gli alcolici, gli analcolici (anche alla frutta), l'acqua tonica, il minestrone, il colore grigio (tranne qualche eccezione)

🐚. Cosa diresti alla te stessa di 16 anni?

Cara V. ,

lo so, stai vivendo il periodo più difficile dalla tua vita, tutte le tue certezze stanno vacillando, ti senti sola in mezzo alla gente e nessuno è disposto ad accettatti, ascoltarti e capirti, sei sola.

Non fidarti della tua migliore amica, non vuole davvero il tuo bene, ti sta solo usando, non mettere da parte te stessa per lei o per S. non ti merita nemmeno lui, non cambiare per lui non vale la pena e non vergognarti mai della tua timidezza, non è sbagliata come credi.

Dai più importanza allo studio, non mollare, non permettere che i problemi familiari e relazionali ti portino a perdere un'altro anno di scuola; non lasciare che il bullismo di compagne e docenti ti schiacci al punto tale da dimostrare che avevano ragione e che non sei all'altezza, perché piccola V. lo sei!

Cambiare classe sarà la tua salvezza, i docenti finalmente ti apprezzeranno e potrai trovare sostegno in particolare nella docente di italiano e latino, la signora R., ora non hai più contatti, ma non smetti di ringraziarla.

Uscirai dalla depressione, ci uscirai con fatica, da sola con la musica di Tiziano Ferro, con quella canzone che ti ha salvato la vita, arriverai a 25 anni, a scrivere questa lettera, diplomata, prossima alla laurea ed un passo più vicina al tuo sogno.

Ci stai riuscendo, sempre da sola contro tutti e tutti, hai visto? Hai creduto in te sempre e sei arrivata lontano; hai perso amicizie e persone che ritenevi importanti durante la strada, ma hai imparato a volerti bene, ad accettare e star bene anche nella tua solitudine ed apprezzare ed essere grata per tutto.

Tuttavia, per ora hai solo 16 anni, aggrappati a tutto ciò che ti rende felice, gustati quella gioia a pieno e non privarti di nulla.

Sinceramente tua,

Valentina

Grazie per le domande.

[deathshallbenomore]

ciao! sono molto preoccupata per questione elezioni + governo nuovo, tu sei una persona che sembra saperne un po' e quindi ti chiedo: quale sarebbe lo scenario peggiore se si andasse incontro ad un governo Meloni secondo te? la sto vivendo malissimo, la gente è troppo stupida per avere diritto di voto e io ho paura :(

buongiornissimo cara, grazie mille per la fiducia nelle mie due (2)* conoscenze in materia. vedrò di fare il possibile, ma prima è importante fare due premesse

a livello strettamente personale, detto da giulia deathshallbenomore davanti a uno o due o cinque gin tonic, anch'io sono preoccupata e mi voglio sparare per l'attuale situazione politica e per il futuro che ci attende; direi che il senso di spaesamento è normale;

ad ogni modo, è importante cercare di rimanere obiettivi, e qui entra in gioco la (circa, in un certo senso) Dr. giulia deathshallbenomore. Cercherò di risponderti rimanendo sul tecnico e senza cedere eccessivamente alla nobile arte della divinazione; cercare di prevedere il futuro mi sembrerebbe poco intellettualmente onesto e più tendente all’opinione free style, che è (ahimè) alla portata di tutti. Quindi disclaimer: NON SONO UNA VEGGENTE**;  

premessa bonus: oh rega è il 31 di luglio e siamo su tumblr, quindi perdonatemi se magari (sicuramente) non osservo il rigore scientifico di una pubblicazione perché altrimenti vi piratate un manuale di costituzionale e un po' di letteratura scientifica e facciamo prima <3

ora andiamo sotto ché se no mi danno in pasto ai lupi <3

Sicuramente, se/quando arriveremo al governo Meloni, ci troveremo dinanzi a un governo di destra, populista e nazionalista. Assisteremo a un rallentamento sui diritti - scordiamoci ius soli, diritti lgbt+, inclusione sociale, legalizzazioni, fine vita (anche se, a dire il vero, è una questione abbastanza trasversale) etc. - se non a un arretramento [il buon mantra “i diritti non sono mai scontati”? Sempre attuale]. Probabilmente ci saranno politiche opinabili, à la quota 100. Clima? Voglio sperare che a qualcuno interessi. Un giorno sì e l’altro pure saremo al centro di situazioni imbarazzanti in sede Ue e internazionale. Tutto sommato, comunque, niente di nuovo sul fronte occidentale.

Ad ogni modo, è comunque vero che non viviamo nello stato di natura, ma disponiamo di garanzie costituzionali. La nostra costituzione è rigida: non solo per modificarla serve una procedura più complessa del normale iter legislativo, ma, soprattutto, alcune parti sono indisponibili alla revisione (esplicitamente solo la forma repubblicana ex art. 139, ma, per l'interpretazione dottrinale e soprattutto per la giurisprudenza costituzionale, anche i c.d. princìpi “supremi”: il godimento dei diritti, l’eguaglianza formale e sostanziale, lo stato diritto etc etc. -> non esiste un elenco(TM), generalmente si fa riferimento ai princìpi fondamentali all'inizio della costituzione e ad altri elementi da essi richiamati). Ora, la rigidità interessa in primis la procedura di revisione costituzionale, quindi mi dirai: 'va beh ma che me frega? Dimmi di più del governo Meloni’. Però è importante tenere presente questa cornice: la costituzione, con le sue parti inalterabili, è alla base e al vertice gerarchico del nostro ordinamento, ed è peraltro garantita dalla Corte costituzionale (altro tassello fondamentale delle garanzie costituzionali previste dal testo stesso): qualsiasi norma o atto violi la costituzione (cercando, in un certo senso, di distorcere i confini e le caratteristiche dell’ordinamento) è da ritenersi incostituzionale. E quindi questo costituisce un argine all’attività del legislatore, per quanto il giudizio di costituzionalità da noi non sia preventivo, ma ex post. Inoltre, anche il presidente della repubblica, nel ruolo di garante dell’ordinamento costituzionale, può opporsi all’approvazione di una legge mediante il rinvio alle camere (certo, non uno strumento fortissimo e su cui contare al 1000%, ma questo anche per garantire l’equilibrio tra e la separazione dei poteri). 

Altro esempio sulle garanzie, la nomina dei ministri: il presidente della repubblica può invitare a riconsiderare/opporsi alla nomina di un ministro - come già accadde proprio con il gov. Conte I. Il che ci offre potenzialmente un garanzia rispetto alla nomina, in posizioni chiave, di ministri che ci metterebbero in situazioni gravissime (ovviamente non mi riferisco a politiche tutto sommato normali, ma con cui non concordiamo, ma parlo di casi in cui verrebbero messi in questione la posizione all’interno dell’UE o lo schieramento internazionale dell’Italia. Per dire: difficile aspettarsi che il presidente della repubblica accetti di nominare ministri che propongano l’uscita dall’UE e l’allineamento con la Russia).

Questo per dire che il sistema costituzionale non è infallibile, ma non è nemmeno una pagina bianca su cui chiunque possa scrivere quello che gli pare senza imbattersi in alcuni limiti. 

Tuttavia, come accennavo, questo non esclude politiche opinabili e un rallentamento, ad esempio sui diritti [mi concentro su questo, ma ovviamente nella vita di uno stato ci sono anche tantissime altre questioni, su cui verrà proiettata l’ombra di un governo di destra, e anche questo è da mettere in conto]: se già non stavamo andando lontano, non aspettiamoci unicorni e arcobaleni per la prossima legislatura: le minoranze non saranno di certo sostenute e anzi, probabilmente saranno lasciate a se stesse in alcuni casi, messe in difficoltà in altri (direi migranti in primis). Quello che onestamente temo di più non è tanto una legge che dica “haha siamo dei cattivoni quindi ora diamo la caccia a [*gira la ruota*] i gheis”, quanto magari una serie di emendamenti, a istituti che già esistono, che compromettano ulteriormente l’accesso a servizi tipo aborto etc.

‘Ma quindi tutto lo spiegone sulla costituzione e le garanzie?’ EH. A un certo punto si entra a stretto contatto anche con la politica, e la non troppo dignitosa politica italiana è tutto fuorché una scienza esatta. Purtroppo abbiamo ben presente i casi di Ungheria e Polonia, ma voglio credere che il nostro assetto costituzionale e istituzionale (nel senso più ampio del termine) sia maggiormente resistente. Nel complesso, il mio terrore viene “consolato” da una malinconica rassegnazione: mi aspetto un governo di destra, pessimo, che a un certo punto cadrà - per puntuale crisi estiva o cause naturali - e allora ricominceranno le previsioni sull’assetto successivo. Te lo ricordi il governo giallo-verde? Mi aspetto un livello simile di cialtroneria, imbarazzo e opinabilità delle politiche. La preoccupazione (più che fondata) per la presidenza Trump? Vibes simili: tantissimo terrore, ma per forza o per inerzia si esce anche da quello.

Probabilmente suono un po’ cinica e gattopardesca [con uno strascico di anaciclosi], ma tant’è. 

Spero di esserti stata in qualche modo utile, nel dubbio ti mando un abbraccione <333

ps RIMANETE INFORMAT* E ANDATE A VOTARE 

*mento, di skills ne ho sono addirittura tre (3)

**non mi piace mai l'atteggiamento di chi arriva e pare avere risposte pronte e graniticamente sicure, andiamoci piano :)

[elisacuorecucinaechiacchiere]

Cjarsons

ravioli dal cuore segreto: ognuno lo fa come gli pare!😅

🟢 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰

🎶 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 &

🍳 𝙲𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙰!

#𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦 (𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘢 😍):

👇 𝕀ℕ𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀 ℙ𝔼ℝ 𝟚𝟘 ℙ𝔼ℤℤ𝕀 👇

☺︎ 200 gr farina

☺︎ Acqua q.b.

☺︎ 2 patatine 

☺︎ 200 gr di ricotta

☺︎ 1/2 cipolla

☺︎ Olio evo

☺︎ 25 gr di uva sultanina

☺︎ Noce moscata q.b.

☺︎ 1/2 cucchiaino di cannella 

☺︎ Menta, timo, maggiorana, prezzemolo

☺︎ Sale 

☺︎ Pepe 

👇 ℙℝ𝕆ℂ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 👇 

1. Incominciamo impastando farina e acqua fino a formare un’impasto morbido e lasciamo riposare mezz’ora

2. In una padella mettiamo olio e cipolla tagliata piccola a soffriggere

3. Lessiamo le patate per 30 minuti o fino a quando la forchetta non si infilza bene

4. In una terrina mettiamo ricotta, patata schiacciata, uvetta ammollata nell’acqua, noce moscata, cipolla e il mazzetto di aromatiche tagliate sottili

5. Prendiamo l’impasto e facciamo una sfoglia sottile

6. Con un coppa pasta da 8 cm di diametro creiamo dei dischi

7. Al centro di ogni disco mettiamo il nostro intruglione

8. Chiudiamo a mezzaluna

9. Cuociamo i cjarsons in acqua bollente salata fino a quando non vengono a galla

10. In una padella facciamo sciogliere il burro, quello che serve per condirli, li scoliamo e li saltiamo nel burro fuso

11. Grattugiamo la ricotta affumicata (io non l’ho trovata e ho messo la scamorza affumicata😅) e serviamo!

Io penso che andrò in Friuli Venezia Giulia se non altro per mangiare questi ravioli perché anche fatti da me spaccano la faccia!!! Grazie mentori @therealannatolgagram @gl0rius @kiarafambri @zami_cll @bebabobu_beba 💛

𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘋𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢̀.

𝘌̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 🤗

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#elisacuorecucinaechiacchiere #elisaccc #popolofelice #leggerezza #buonumore #racconti #risate #ricette #cucinaitaliana #giroditalia #cjarsons #friuliveneziagiulia #fvg #cucinafriulana #ricettafriulana #ravioli #raviolifattiincasa #food #instafood #instagood #foodblog #foodblogger #foodlover #cucina #passione

.....

Eu traduzo para as #pessoasfelizes! 😂:

Cjarsons

ravióli com segredo no coração: cada um faz como quer!😅

🟢 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰𝚁

🎶 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰𝚁 &

🍳 𝙲𝙾𝚉𝙸𝙽𝙷𝙾𝚄!

#𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘢𝘴 (𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪́𝘭𝘪𝘢 😍):

👇 𝕀ℕ𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝔼ℕ𝕋𝔼𝕊 👇

☺︎ 200 gr de farinha

☺︎ Água a gosto

☺︎ 2 fichas

☺︎ 200 gr de ricota

☺︎ 1/2 cebola

☺︎ Óleo Evo

☺︎ 25 gr de sultanas

☺︎ Noz-moscada q.b.

☺︎ 1/2 colher de chá de canela

☺︎ Hortelã, tomilho, manjerona, salsa

☺︎ Sal

☺︎ Pimenta

👇 𝕄𝔼́𝕋𝕆𝔻𝕆 👇

1. Começamos amassando a farinha e a água até formar uma massa macia e deixamos descansar por meia hora

2. Em uma panela, coloque o óleo e a cebola cortada em pedaços pequenos para fritar

3. Ferva as batatas por 30 minutos ou até que o garfo espete bem

4. Em uma tigela, coloque a ricota, o purê de batata, as passas demolhadas em água, a noz-moscada, a cebola e um ramo de ervas aromáticas em rodelas finas

5. Vamos pegar a massa e fazer uma folha fina

6. Com um copo de massa de 8 cm de diâmetro fazemos discos

7. No centro de cada disco colocamos nossa mistura

8. Fechamos no crescente

9. Cozinhe os cjarsons em água fervente com sal até que subam à superfície

10. Em uma panela, derreta a manteiga, aquela que você precisa para temperá-los, escorra e refogue na manteiga derretida

11. Vamos ralar a ricota defumada (não achei e coloquei scamorza defumada😅) e servir!

Acho que vou no Friuli Venezia Giulia nem que seja para comer esses raviólis porque até feito por mim eles quebram a cara!!! Obrigado mentores!💛

𝘙𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘻𝘢. 𝘕ã𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘦.

É 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘰, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘰 🤗

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#receitaitaliana #cozinhaitaliana #receitatradicional #cozinha #cozinhou #bomhumor #histórias #risos #receitas #ravióli

[lady-necropolis]

Ok ok I have a little fic idea…could we do Terzo being taught by his gamer gf how to play something simple like Minecraft but he is just hopeless at video games it would be too cute 🥰 I love your writing by the way <3

First wanna say sorry for how long this took, I had a busy weekend and wasn’t able to get to this as quickly as I would have liked. And thanks so much Anon! I really appreciate that. Being bad at gaming myself, I'll give it my best shot! Big thanks to @r3ptil3 for bouncing some ideas off with me. Hope it's to your liking!

“Cazzo!” Terzo bellowed, tossing his controller onto the empty spot on the sofa next to him. It landed with a thud onto the cushions and you bit your lip to stave off the bubble of laughter from escaping your throat as he grumbled and crossed his arms.

“No luck?” Terzo harumphed and you giggled under your breath, gliding to the sofa and plopping down next to him, picking up the Switch as you did.

“How dare you even ask that Cara mia,” he muttered, and you rested your head on his shoulder, wrapping your arms around him in comfort. He sighed and kissed the top of your head. After spending awhile watching you play Animal Crossing, Terzo had finally asked you if he could give it a go. He wanted to catch fossils, because as he said It looks much fun Cara Mia, you get so excited when you find a new one no? So, you set him up with a new island and even made sure he had a fishing rod to start, all he needed was to get the fish. All should have been fine, except for one tiny detail you may have overlooked. Terzo wasn’t very good at games. He was also known to sport a rather short temper at times. These things combined had resulted in a few things coming to pass. For starters, when you check his inventory, you find that he has yet to catch a single fish. Checking the time confirms to you that he’s been playing for nearly an hour. And, the sour look on your boyfriend’s painted face tells you that he’s well past his wits’ end.

You sigh, nestling further into the crook of his shoulder, his arm coming down to squeeze you into him. “You want some help, love?” you ask, and giggle again as his mismatched eyes widen and he bobs his head excitedly like a puppy being offered a treat.

“For the love of Satan Cara, please,” he whines. “Show me.”

“Alrighty then,” you grin, making sure Terzo can see the screen as you get comfy. He wiggles down a little into the sofa until his chin comes to rest on your shoulder, and you can’t resist kissing his cheek before you get started. He hums into it. “Were you watching the current?” you ask him, as you wait for a fish and cast your line.

“Che cosa?”

“The way the water’s moving love,” you giggle. “It might move your line further away if you don’t watch it.” He nods, a look of deep concentration on his face as he watches your line. You find he looks rather handsome with the way his eyebrows knit together and you let your gaze linger there until you hear a distinct plunk! And you reel it in, catching his first fish. “So, when you hear that sound, or when your bobber goes under—”

“bobber?”

“The floating ball.”

“Ah.”

“Mhmm. So when that goes under, press A to reel it in.” He nods again, and then makes a grabby motion with his hands.

“Let me try now, Cara.” You chuckle, handing him the console, and settle down into his chest. He’s not perfect at it, but he’s faring much better than he was before. And you spend the next couple minutes in silence, admiring his focused expression, and the adorable way the tip of his tongue has poked out between his lips. Finally, he reels in his first fish with a yelp of triumph.

“Ha! Cara I did it!” And he leans down, excitedly peppering your face with kisses. “Grazie!” A little peck to the cheek. “Grazie!” One to your nose. “Grazie!” And a big wet smooch to the corner of your mouth. You giggle, pushing his face away.

“You still have three more to go, love!”

“Sì, sì, tesoro. Un momento.” You hum, craning your neck up to give him a proper kiss, and he returns it with fervour, letting his soft lips linger against yours for a moment before pulling away. “Will you stay amore?” You smile, snuggling into his chest and breathing in his warm scent of spice and incense, sighing as he plants one more kiss to the top of your head.

“Of course, my love.”

[mybittersweet]

Io innamorata del tuo blog <3

Grazie cara ❤️

[changingplumbob]

York Household: Chapter 9, Part 2

My favouite sim visits without being invited because she is fabulous. Devin and Paris discuss how Devin knew she wanted to be an actress.

The Yorks are Italian so if you see them using words that don't look like English it's Italian, or what google assures me is Italian. Caro/Cara: Dear Buongiorno: Good morning Piccolo: Little one Tesoro: Treasure Nonno: Grandfather Nonna: Grandmother Si: Yes Grazie: Thank you Per Favore: Please Buon Compleanno: Happy Birthday

Paris: Do you need any help up here?

Calista: Grazie Paris but no. I’m almost finished then we just have to wait for plants to grow

Paris: Oh

Calista: Are you okay? You seem a bit glum

Paris: Guess I just don’t like clouds

Calista: How about going for a run? It always helps clear my mind. And if you ever need to talk about anything you feel like you need a parent to hear, I’ll be around

Paris: *forces smile* Thanks Calista

Paris heads off, hoping a run will lift her mood. The main problem is high school is over. She knew who she was there, a cheerleader. What is she now? What does she want? What can she even do? Calista is kind but she would prefer her parents to be alive so she could talk to them.

Kelly: Bun bun! Let me tell you about my morning. I ran into the perfect target

Bun Bun: *silence*

Kelly: She was a stuck up lady at the beach. I totally got under her skin

Bun Bun: *silence*

Kelly: Exactly!

Kelly takes time to tell bun bun all the juicy details, and imagine some gore like normal. Bun bun is left smiling happily!

Paris gets back home to see Devin at the door.

Devin: Hey Paris

Paris: You here to see your parents

Devin: Whoever is in. Luna’s taking the boys to visit their uncles in Windenburg today so I’ve got time on my hands

Paris: I’d love to talk to you actually

Devin: About what

Paris: About you

Devin: Ah! My favourite topic! *laughs* Let’s sit

Paris: How did you know you wanted to be an actor?

Devin: I've answered this in interviews a billion times! I have what I like to call natural dramatic flair

Paris: I’ve noticed

Devin: I’m going to take that as a compliment. Anyways I’ve always loved playing dress up and pretending to be loads of characters. I drove Joey mad with all my make believe games, he just wanted to have an iPad. I enjoyed drama in high school and figured, if I can make a career out of playing dress up, why not?

Paris: But you knew what you wanted to do? Like right out of high school?

Devin: Yes and no? I mean I had a dream, but it wouldn’t have happened without hard work, a whole lot of luck and a supportive partner. And my flawless complexion of course

Calista: Of course cara

Devin: *laughs* You made this face ma, be proud of it because I am

Calista: Si cara

Paris: I have no idea what I want to do

Kelly: Why is no one asking what I want to do

Devin: We know what you want to do

Kelly: No you don’t

Devin: Sow seeds of destruction and chaos throughout the world

Kelly: Lucky guess

Calista: You’ll figure it out. I had no idea what to do after high school-

Kelly: But then she met pa and they had very boring adventures up and down the whole of Italy until they decided to move to Willow Creek and have my accidental back birth of a sister

Devin: Why do you have to be such a gremlin

Kelly: Evil’s going to evil. Have fun with your twins. *smirks* Is Rilian still avoiding bad tasting food because it could be poison

Devin: Go away, you’re not my brother

Kelly: You’re just mad I’m smart

Devin: Oh yeah, smart enough to trick a 3 year old, how impressive

Kelly and Devin began to exchange insults in Italian until Calista, having had enough, tells Kelly to go work on his mental skill which is still languishing down at level 3.

Paris: I feel so useless. If I was smart I could just make a decision

Devin: You’re not useless just because you don’t know what you want to do. Like ma was saying before Kelly rudely interrupted, she had to take time to figure it out. Luna didn’t always know she was going to be a professor

Paris: Well why did she decide to do that

Devin: Because it encompasses who she is. She’s super brainy, she picks things up quick and genuinely loves learning new stuff. She says with teaching you never stop learning. Then she’s encouraging. Growing up with her dad, it was always her that looked out for her brothers, helped them when they needed it. As a professor she gets to help students all the time. She fosters their potential until they can see it. It makes her a great mum as well

Paris: So maybe if I can figure out who I am, then I’ll be able to figure out what I want to do

Calista: Just remember Paris, you’re very young. It’s normal to not know who you are at your age

Devin: Plus, we’re never just one thing. We’re a bunch of things

Paris: Thank you Devin, I appreciate it

Devin remains dubious about the whole conversation though. It sounds like Paris has never seen or read any interview she’s done. Clearly Deanna needs to sing her praises more, or Paris needs to listen better. Maybe she should get them ZBB: Apocalypse Rising on DVD so they can see her behind the scenes interviews...

Kelly: They’ll never see this coming

Deanna: Can you do that quietly

Kelly: You’re the one at MY desk. Now, do I use mantis droppings or… do I use sour milk

Deanna: Why are you so attached to your praying mantis?

Kelly: They kill their mates. I get to have a murderer in my room! How awesome is that???

Deanna: Not the word I’d choose

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[demonicdames]

A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 8: Apologies Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

It all happened so fast, first Papa Terzo was on stage singing his heart out to the siblings and party goers and next, he was dragged off stage everyone was confused even the ghouls and ghoulettes, that was when Papa Nihil came out, and introduced himself, that was the night everyone had found out that Terzo was no longer Papa. It angered you to no end how could they do that to him!?, yeah Terzo wasn't the best guy and could be a downright dick and creep but to publicly humiliate him like that?.

Nihil watched his youngest son from the window above, Terzo had sought refuge in his brothers. With his elbows resting on both knees his face in his palms shoulders shaking, his Prime Mover on her knees in front of him consoling her dethroned Papa.  "Sister- I hope you honestly know what you are doing." Nihil may not have been the best father but he did care for his boys seeing Terzo hurt like this... hurt his very soul.

"Yes Papa believe me I know what I'm doing, it -- it had to be done the fame unfortunately got to Terzo's head and the poor boy lost his way, lost the message we are to send out there of our Dark Lord." Lies, all were lies that slipped past that woman's lips, Imperator wore the mask of sorrow yet inside she was celebrating that her plan was being perfectly executed. 

"Let everyone in the Ministry take a week off all of the siblings I'm sure must come to terms and accept what happened last night. "Of course Papa, I will make the announcement shortly."

Terzo held his head in his hands going over every concert, every step, every word, every moment what had he done wrong?, Did he not praise Lucifer enough? did he not invoke the sins of Lust and gluttony enough? Even Primo and Secondo were confused plus to make matters worse- it happened in front of his love and you, literally he had made sure you and his Prime Mover were in the front row and of course the rat. Terzo looked down at his Mover his hand creasing her cheek. "Please don't cry cara mia." Sniffling she laid her head back on his lap whispering apologies on behalf of the Clergy. "This is very strange," Primo muttered, Gemma was beside him her arm linked with his, her belly showing even more now. "Maybe.. because I did not produce an heir?." Sister Shelly looked up at her Papa fearing that it was her fault. "No- no no no  darling no." Terzo cupped her face. "The only reason we did not produce an heir is simply because I was too busy trying to impress them, the followers and the fans." 

 That is when you came jogging up sympathy written all over your face. Your sudden appearance made Secondo stand a bit straighter, this was the first time he'd seen you since you were snatched away from him, and what a sight you were. The second oldest Emeritus had almost forgotten the curve of your hips, the swell of your ass and tits, how perfectly they were squeezed into your habit but most of all those lips and eyes. Lips he'd give anything to feel brush against his own again and wrap around his cock, to see the look of admiration, lust, and maybe even a little hint of love in those eyes when you both reached your bliss. His brother's woes were forgotten for a moment as his hetero chromatic eyes looked you up and down Primo caught his little brother's gaze and elbowed the man. "Stronzo," Secondo whispered under his breath his attention finally coming back to his brother when Sister Shelly cleared her throat. 

"Brothers, Sister I'm going to take mi amore back to our room to relax keep yourselves out of trouble until we can get to the bottom of this."  The Sister spoke as she rose from the ground, Terzo looking up at her with teary thankful eyes. "Grazie amore," he muttered getting up when his Mover gave his arm a little tug a soft kiss shared between them. "Ti amo così tanto tesoro." Shelly purred to her wounded man walking him away. You watched the two as they headed off,  you did feel bad for Terzo being yanked off the stage like that it wasn't until now that you realized that left you with Primo, Gemma, and - your attention turned to Secondo who wouldn't hide the fact he was looking at you, studying you the intense look made your cheeks warm up. "Come the both of you can help us." Primo waved his hand between the two of you. Both you and Secondo opened your mouth but closed it Primo was Secondo's older brother and you were Sister Gemma's helper. Returning to Primo and Gemma's home, both brothers slipped their Papal robes off, hanging them up, wearing black dress shirts, pants, belts, and shoes under them the two almost matching if it wasn't for Secondo's gloves and watch. Freezing in your place you watched as Secondo rolled his sleeves up to his elbows, having not been with him for the last couple of weeks you noticed a few little things, a few little things that had a big impact on you mostly between your legs. You noticed the veins that laced up his arm, the top of his forearm slightly darker than the bottom, and the thin layer of hair that covered his arm. You could recall those nights when those arms were around you, holding you down that gloved hand around your throat the Emeritus looked up catching you looking at him for a split second your gaze being adverted quickly your cheeks burning. Primo and Gemma exchanged looks they knew exactly when they were doing the old ones Prime Mover handed him two dry rigatonis. 

"Fratello, could you do me a favor?" Primo asked Secondo walking over to him. "I have this kink in my back could you get it out? like when we were younger?." Secondo eyed his brother arching a brow. "Fratello at your age I will break you in half." Secondo protested but of course, as expected Secondo gave in, turning around Primo made sure you saw the dry noodles go into his mouth, crunching down on them when Secondo picked his older brother up who withered in fake pain Secondo looking as if he was about to shit bricks. "Mi dispiace mi dispiace mi dispiace I told you fratello!." Secondo huffed as Primo made his way to the couch with your help and Gemma's even you had faked looking shocked.   "Va bene va bene va bene va bene." Primo rested on the couch with a sigh . 

"Fratello could you and our lovely sorella stick around for a little while, until I feel a little bit better, sì?." The older Emeritus asked getting a nod from Secondo.  "Perfetto grazie fratello! and sorella, would you two make lunch?." Primo asked as Gemma sat beside her husband on the edge of the couch, his hand moving to rest on his Movers thigh.  Before Secondo would say a word you answered for the both of you.  "We'll get right on it Papa Primo." Your hand taking hold of Secondo's and dragging him into the kitchen, it must have been a hilarious sight little you tugging that tower of a man into the kitchen.  "I can't cook..." Secondo whispered harshly to you sure in his past Primo tried to teach him but he never paid attention always having the siblings do it, you could see the turmoil in his eyes making you giggle your hand gently patting at the man's chest. "Don't worry, I'll help you."  Secondo made a face but agreed as long as he could spend time with you. It wasn't long before the kitchen was filled with giggles and hushed chuckles the radio was turned on low to not disturb the love birds in the other room, you've never seen Secondo so relaxed- well when sex wasn't involved. Taking your hand in his own the man swayed you around the kitchen in a little dance that had you giggling up a storm as he twirled you away from himself only to pull you right back bumping right into his chest. He was smiling- sweet Lucifer below he was smiling you stayed like that for a good few minutes just staring and memorizing each other. The song on the radio changed to a much slower one, without taking his eyes off of yours Secondo took your hand in his the other resting on your lower back while your free hand took purchase on the Emeritus's shoulder. body-to-body slow dancing in the kitchen. Secondo leaned in his lips gently pressing against yours moving slowly causing soft smacks before deepening it, your lips moving together slowly.

 You melted into each other your lips parting when his tongue poked them for entry you couldn't help the little whimper you gave as the Emeritus tongue searched and reclaimed your mouth as his own. His strong hands moved to your backside lifting you with ease like you weighed nothing, sitting you on the counter the kiss never breaking until you were settled, his skilled mouth traveling from your lips to your neck.  He hated that the marks he had decorated your neck constantly were gone and that his scent didn't cling to you anymore.  You moaned his name your head falling back as Secondo's lips moved feverishly over your skin maneuvering to the other side of your neck, his paint smearing off onto your skin pulling back the Emeritus looked down at you seeing his paint on you, paint and saliva mixed, a grin coming to his face. "I've missed this, seeing my paint on you, that clouded look in your eyes." You smiled up at him you wanted to be happy that you were there in his arms again but- the recent time away had also allowed you to think about things, about everything after today he would just walk the halls of the Abbey and Ministry like nothing happened or even get a new assistant if things went sour in the office. This was just the last pleasurable rodeo for him you didn't mean anything to him, did you? At least your brain told you so the only reason you had been sleeping with him in the first place was, as he put it 'co-workers with benefits'. You could feel the lump forming in your throat with each kiss Secondo placed on your skin each inch his fingers slid up your habit, your hand placed on his chest giving the man the smallest of pushes to cause him to stop and lean back.  "Sorella what -?."  "We shouldn't." you cut him off Secondo looking confused.  "Why?."  You had to think of something quickly not wanting to spill your heart out to your ex-boss. "We're in Primo's kitchen, can't do 'that' here." You forced a believable smile as Secondo seemed to remember that you both were in his older brother's kitchen. "Mi dispiace" Secondo spoke taking a step back and allowing you to slip from the counter the man chuckled making you turn and in your horror, there was a perfect sweat outline of your ass and pussy the mark giving away just how wet this damn man made you, cursing grabbing the cleaner and towel to take care of it your face flushed completely not able to look the Emeritus in the eyes. 

Once you both had finished preparing lunch for Primo and Gemma, you checked her vitals writing down her blood pressure and sugar level everything came out perfect. When leaving you turned once more watching as Primo rested his face on his Prime Movers belly again a smile finding its way to yours. You remembered earlier in your work relationship with Secondo how you wished, dreamed that he'd take you as his Prime Mover or pop the question but it never happened your brain reminding you that you were worthless to him, you were just a paper pusher, your smile slowly vanished once the door was closed. Feeling arms snake around you, you turned quickly to face him.  "Don't." You spoke cursing that your voice cracked.  Secondo's brows furrowed his arms staying around you keeping you close. "Cara, what is wrong?, why do you push away your Papa?." You tried hard you did but even the strongest of walls sometimes crack. Swallowing against the lump in your throat you gently pulled his arms from around yourself stepping back.  "Secondo, we... we can't, I can't..." Your voice trailed off Secondo whispered your name his hand moving to take purchase on your cheek however you blocked him from doing so. "Damn it just-." And then it all came out. 

"I know I'm nothing more than a good fuck now and then Secondo, that's all I am to you in the beginning I didn't care sex was sex but now... now I.. I..I... I just can't!." You yelled turning and running from the Emeritus who reached out to grab you but missed by a hairline. He didn't move from that spot for a good moment he was shocked, is that what you thought? you thought you didn't mean anything to him? Just how long had you felt that way? 

You had run blindly down the halls of the ministry weaving through siblings and Clergy members, your habit caught on your heel sending you falling to the floor a good-sized staircase followed,  landing at the bottom you were dazed you swore you could hear voices, saying your name one of them sounding like Terzo before your eyes rolled and darkness took you. 

When you came to you found yourself tucked into a plush bed covered with equally plush black and purple blankets.  "Where..." Your voice croaked as your vision cleared a wet cloth patting your face, it was Terzo. "Terzo..?" You asked the man was dressed in a purple robe.  "Shhh cara mia, you took quite the fall." You noticed three other forms there as well Omega, Alpha, and Divine who plopped in Omega's lap all three having worried looks on their faces.

"What happened?." You asked sitting up Terzo opened his mouth to speak but the ghoulette beat him to it.  "We were fucking and you came tumbling down the steps."  "Divine!" the two ghouls spoke sternly and Terzo squeaked.  "What?!, that's what we were doing don't come at me." The ghoulette huffed wiggling from Omega's arms to stretch out beside you on the bed in a feline-like manner the ghoulettes head coming to rest on your belly your hand settling on the female's head gently petting through her raven locks your lips turning to a smile as the ghoulette began purring, they were like cats and dogs.  "But yes." The Emeritus started. "You came tumbling down the steps with tear streaks, what happened little dove?."  It threw you for a loop how Terzo could sometimes be so obnoxious but other times like these he was sweeter than sugar.  "I'd- rather not talk about it." Before they could question you again your attention turned to the Emeritus sitting by you. "How about you Terzo? how are you holding up?."   A pained look came to his face.

"I'm... I'm -." Omega reached over placing a clawed hand on his lover's shoulder giving the Emeritus a reassuring squeeze. "I'm managing principessa." You smiled up at him before looking around the dark room. "Where is this place anyway?." "An old ghoul den that was used back in Primo's time it was abandoned not long after Secondo took over as Papa," Alpha explained  "It's the only place we all can be together and not get weird looks," Divine explained her tail wrapping around Alpha's thigh. " Or jealous ones." Omega threw in. "Ahh, so you three and Sister Shelly are poly?."  Terzo nodded to you. " First it was I and my Prime Mover then Omega later Alpha came in followed by Divine a few years after." The Ghouls and Ghoulette nodded at their Papa's words.

"Now sorellina, why were you running with tear-stained eyes?." The Emeritus asked. "Was it Secondo? I can smell him on you." Omega piped in.  "No no no, everything is fine it was-."... Damn it think!... "Pre-period mood swings." It wasn't too big of a lie considering your flow would start soon, after being the victim of an Emeritus Ghoul and Ghoulette snuggle party you were finally allowed to leave and promising not to tell anyone of their little love nest. You now understood why Terzo always loved to lay with his ghouls and ghoulettes you felt rejuvenated. Maybe you overreacted with Secondo you did go along with most of his movements and even drew him in perhaps it was best to apologize. Lost in your thoughts you didn't see the Cardinal coming your way until you collided with each other both falling to the ground. 

"M-Mi dispiace! mi dispiace s-sorella!." Copia stammered grabbing his biretta from the floor the Cardinal quickly moved to help you up uttering apology after apology dusting you off.  "It's okay it's okay it's -." You grasped both his gloved hands in yours making him look at you. "It is okay Copia." You offered him a warm smile which he returned, his already warm cheeks only grew warmer as you took his biretta placing it back atop his head. The Cardinal did have such a sweet face and that adorable little mustache that your thumbs smoothed over. Copia fought the urge to part his lips at your touch it was so intoxicating, and your touch only seemed to grow even more intoxicating after the night you two had spent together.  "Where are you going in such a hurry anyway?." You asked his hands coming up to rest in front of himself wringing them together.  " Eh, oh I was on my way too ah, talk to Sister and Papa Nihil about something with the Ghost Project."  "Then I won't keep you I know how Sister is when you keep her waiting." You chuckled. "Ciao Cardinal."  "Ciao sorella!." 

Finding yourself in front of Secondo's office door you straightened your habit making yourself look presentable, going to knock you jumped as the door opened the Emeritus stood before you a moment of silence before you both spoke in unison. "I need to talk to you." "But not here," Secondo added. "At my place." To which you nodded in agreement. When you walked into his room his scent smacked you like a ton of bricks the same scent that used to cling to your clothes, skin, and hair it still made your core throb. Secondo watched you as you sauntered around the room for him it was the first time that home felt like home again.  "Sorella what I wanted to say-."  "Wait, wait Secondo may I go first per favore?." "Sì." 

"I... I'm sorry for earlier I had a lot on my mind worries, and doubts, and I shouldn't have said any of that or gotten upset with you."  "No tesoro, I should be the one apologizing for making you feel that way, I am...ah.., not good at expressing emotion." Secondo took both your hands in his your name whispered past his lips. "You mean more to me than you will ever know...." He looked like he was struggling to find the words his brows furrowed in frustration his mouth opening but closing several times when the words didn't seem to fit. "Cazzo, ti voglio bene!!."

 He finally blurted out his grip on your hands tightening his angry gaze on the floor. You were shocked it took a few minutes for you to wrap your head around his words and to find yours, one hand leaving him to tilt his face up to look at you. 

"Ti amo." You whispered the space between you being closed pulling him into a soft kiss your lips moved slowly against each other as he hoisted you up so your legs could wrap around his hips the kiss breaking, staring into each other's half-lidded eyes the tips of your noses bumping before slipping into another kiss carrying you to his bedroom.

*Cazzo, ti voglio bene!: For fucks sake, I love you!*

Make-up sex in next chap Ꮚ˃ꈊºᏊ Also fun fact 'Sister Shelly' Was just a place holder name to begin with but now she's stuck wit her man. Tag List: Please comment or message if you want to be tagged for future chapters! @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

[ask-the-popia]

Papa, you're a total sweetheart. I just wanted you to know that <3

grazie mia cara! I try being as hospitable as possible to all my lovely anons 🖤

[jetaime03]

Se la vita fosse disegnata da un colore vorrei fosse la speranza. Se un uomo può desiderio vorrei arrivare al cielo, non per essere uguale a Dio o superarlo, ma per vedere cosa ci ha donato: la bellezza del mondo. Se potessi, poggierei la mia testa su spalle e petti. Dar calore alla mia anima raffreddata dalla vita. Forse perché io ho capito che dalla mia persona, ma dalla vita merito calore. Se potessi leggerei le favole della buonanotte a mio figlio senza leggerle da solo. Stare lì, ore ed ore a sentire la mia sofferenza per vedere cosa posso fare per stare bene e che nonostante tutto questo dolore, io sono comunque io. Vorrei, non so neanche io cosa, se non il tepore caldo dell'amore o solo continuare a scorrere. Ho paura della paura e mi spaventa, il buio dell'oscurità più profonda visto che io sono la luce, terra fertile a cui è stata gettata sale, amaro forse delle mie lacrime.

Tenerezza umana, dove sei finita? Forse solo nei libri e in qualche parte nascosta del mio cuore.

Qui ci vorrebbe la persona giusta che sappia trattare pelle fredde e tormentate come la mia. È come se avessi le labbra screpolate: rosso, rovinato, fragile e freddo cuore che brucia per sé stesso. Ho disegnato uno sgorbio. L'ho chiamato "voglia di vivere" e ho disegnato delle ballerine come me e MV e si vede che vuole vivere, che soprattutto può. E io invidio forte, lei e MG perché è nella merda più totale e vive bene e può. Fosse per me, io vorrei essere uno spirito libero: essere me stesso, felice e volare. Ma non un volo semplice. Io esigo, pretendo, e mi puniscono prefiggendomi di dover volare soprattutto sfruttando il vento e con il vento contro. Mi piacerebbe credere nei miei sogni e viaggiare. MA io non posso. Conosco tizi che vivono secondo il "mai dire mai", non che io non ci riesca o non voglia proprio non posso. Parlando a Calabrone, ho detto una frase molto importante "ora che non ho nessuno cerco me stessa" e un'altra ora che sono da sola"ora che sono da sola posso fare il cazzo che mi pare." Peccato che io lo abbia capito solo adesso questa cosa e non prima anche se sono giusta, è difficile, difficile, difficile che più difficile non si può. E vorrei essere semplicemente bellissima, semplicemente felice. Magari una cara ragazza! Sento di dovermi far cullare da braccia fatte d'avorio. In tutto questo sangue vorrei trovarci del miele. Mi sento come Ileo: anche se mi apro nessuno ascolta ci sono io. E Dio questa paura ho del freddo sia emotivo che fisico. Sento che il mondo è solo, davvero tanto solo e io vorrei che qualcuno sia accanto a me. Ho conosciuto gente che voleva urlare e io ho capito che ogni tanto i veri urli sono in silenzio, soprattutto quando vedi il nocivo, ti distanzi, analizzi e fai quello che è meglio per te perché vuoi e sei felice. E dico, e tu puoi. Ma per davvero. Solo ora ho capito che non esistono limiti grazie ad una persona che è stata mia amica e Dio, come vorrei essere libera, felice, fiera, ma soprattutto libera. Sento di avere altro da dire e si riassume in 3 frasi "L'amore che ho per te", "la felicità che voglio per me", "la tristezza che ho dentro" e vorrei, vorrei, vorrei poter dire il mio "voglio" essere semplicemente perché sono da solo anche nell'amore che vorrei per me nonostante sia nella più totale tristezza.

-Vostra, Valentina

4/04/24

[lamilanomagazine]

"Amici della musica" per Ancona Classica, concerto per il Giorno della Memoria

"Amici della musica" per Ancona Classica, concerto per il Giorno della Memoria Secondo appuntamento per la stagione di musica realizzata sotto l’egida del Comune di Ancona, da Società Amici della Musica “Guido Michelli”, FORM, e Università Politecnica delle Marche: DOVE ALMENO TROVERÒ UN PO’ DI PACE. La “vita breve” di Orlando Orlandi Posti - Testi di GUIDO BARBIERI, PAOLA ROSCIOLI, attrice, - SERGIO BOSI, clarinetto, GIORGIA BORGACCI, pianoforte - Musiche di Bruno Bettinelli, Ferruccio Busoni, Francis Poulenc, Bohuslav Martinu, Luciano Berio, Alban Berg, Mario - Castelnuovo Tedesco, Johann Sebastian Bach In collaborazione con la Fondazione Archivio Diaristico Nazionale onlus Come ogni anno, gli Amici della Musica “Guido Michelli” dedicano un progetto musicale al Giorno della Memoria: venerdì 26 gennaio, al Teatro Sperimentale, ore 20,30, ospitano uno struggente e delicato concerto dal titolo “Dove almeno troverò un po’ di pace - La “vita breve” di Orlando Orlandi Posti”, con testi di Guido Barbieri, Paola Roscioli, attrice, Sergio Bosi, clarinetto, e con Giorgia Borgacci al pianoforte. Le musiche sono di Bruno Bettinelli, Ferruccio Busoni, Francis Poulenc, Bohuslav Martinu, Luciano Berio, Alban Berg, Mario Castelnuovo Tedesco, Johann Sebastian Bach. Il concerto, che apre la seconda parte de “La Rosa dei venti”, la stagione degli Amici della Musica, è in collaborazione con la Fondazione Archivio Diaristico Nazionale onlus, ed è il secondo appuntamento di Ancona Classica, la stagione di musica realizzata sotto l’egida del Comune di Ancona, con FORM, Università Politecnica delle Marche, e appunto, dalla “Guido Michelli”. Gli Amici della Musica ringraziano la pianista Giorgia Borgacci per aver accettato di prendere il posto del collega Riccardo Bartoli, costretto a rinunciare per motivi di salute. Il bellissimo testo di Guido Barbieri ha come protagonista il giovanissimo Orlando Orlandi Posti. Nato a Roma nel 1926 e fucilato il 24 marzo 1944, Medaglia d’Argento alla memoria, Orlando Orlandi Posti, o Lallo, come lo chiamavano i suoi amici, a soli diciassette anni aderì al Partito d’Azione e fu uno degli animatori dell’Associazione rivoluzionaria studentesca italiana (ARSI). Il 3 febbraio del 1944, venuto a sapere di una retata compiuta dai tedeschi a Monte Sacro, corse ad avvertire, salvandoli, molti dei suoi compagni antifascisti, ma non riuscì a sfuggire lui stesso all’arresto. Catturato dalle SS e rinchiuso in via Tasso, Orlando Orlandi Posti ne uscì soltanto il 24 marzo, per essere fucilato, diciottenne, alle Fosse Ardeatine. Lo spettacolo ricostruisce la storia d’amore tra Orlando e la giovanissima Marcella Bonelli. Durante la prigionia, Orlando riesce a far recapitare, con uno stratagemma, alcune lettere alla madre. Ma la vera destinataria delle lettere è la stessa Marcella, che Orlando non rivedrà mai più, ma alla quale, nella sua ultima lettera, si rivolge con parole struggenti: “Cara Marcella quando leggerai questa che sarà l’ultimo mio contatto con te, io sarò nel mondo dove almeno troverò un po’ di pace se il Buon Dio che tutto può lo permette”. Questo concerto per il Giorno della Memoria è l’ultimo che Guido Barbieri cura per gli Amici della Musica da Direttore Artistico, appuntamento, importante e particolarmente curato, che era iniziato sotto la sua direzione. Dopo oltre dieci anni, infatti, lascia l’incarico e, al suo posto, entra a far parte della “Michelli” il maestro Fabio Tiberi. La Società Amici della Musica “Guido Michelli” esprime al prof. Barbieri, la gratitudine per l’attività svolta e per il prestigio che la Società ha acquisito grazie al suo lavoro, alla sua competenza, alla sua profonda cultura e alle sue vaste relazioni in ambito musicale nazionale e internazionale e rivolge al suo nuovo Direttore Artistico i migliori auguri di buon lavoro e si congratula con lui per la neonata collaborazione. - Biglietti in vendita presso la biglietteria del Teatro delle Muse - (info: 071 52525 oppure biglietteria@teatrodellemuse.org). - Prezzi dei singoli biglietti: 10 euro, ridotti extra fino a 26 anni; 12 euro, ridotto; 20 euro, intero - Per gli studenti dell’Università Politecnica delle Marche il biglietto è di 5 euro. PAOLA ROSCIOLI, attrice Attrice, speaker, cantante e doppiatrice, nel 1993 si diploma alla Scuola del Piccolo Teatro di Milano diretta da Giorgio Strehler. Appena diplomata vince il Premio Hystrio – Montegrotto alla vocazione e inizia la sua carriera lavorando in alcuni dei più noti spettacoli diretti da Giorgio Strehler: Faust, I giganti della montagna, L’isola degli schiavi, Le utopie di Marivaux. In questi lavori affianca attori quali Massimo Ranieri, Philippe Leroy, Pamela Villoresi, Tino Carraro, Franco Graziosi e Gianrico Tedeschi. Dal 1994 è anche protagonista di diversi radiodrammi per per la R.S.I. (Radio Svizzera Italiana). Cantante e attrice con Sandro Massimini, prosegue il suo percorso da protagonista con Carla Fracci e Virginio Gazzolo nello spettacolo Cavaliere di ventura al Festival di S. Miniato. Con un testo contemporaneo, T4 – Un giardino per Ofelia di Pietro Floridia, arriva all’attenzione della critica nazionale e colleziona oltre 150 repliche in tre anni. Nel 1998 inizia il sodalizio artistico con Mario Perrotta, affiancandolo alla regia dei suoi spettacoli, delle trasmissioni radiofoniche e televisive e divenendo protagonista femminile di tutte le loro creazioni. La loro collaborazione porta a numerosi successi di pubblico e critica che valgono alla compagnia 9 candidature ai Premi Ubu con 3 vittorie, 3 Premi Hystrio e un Premio della Critica. Nel 2016 interpreta Lireta – a chi viene dal mare, che la vede finalista ai Premi Ubu 2017 come Miglior attrice protagonista. A gennaio 2020 debutta come protagonista al Piccolo Teatro di Milano con Della Madre, secondo spettacolo della trilogia di Mario Perrotta In nome del padre, della madre, dei figli, con la consulenza alla drammaturgia di Massimo Recalcati. SERGIO BOSI, clarinetto Primo Clarinetto Solista della FORM - Orchestra Filarmonica Marchigiana e docente di clarinetto presso il Conservatorio Gioachino Rossini di Pesaro, Sergio Bosi ha iniziato gli studi musicali giovanissimo, diplomandosi all'età di 16 anni e vincendo numerosi concorsi internazionali solistici e di musica da camera. Quale acclamato specialista per il repertorio italiano ha registrato svariati CD come artista principale per Naxos Hong Kong, Da Vinci Classics Japan, Arcam-Cambridge, Bongiovanni e Mondomusica EMI, viene regolarmente invitato a congressi clarinettistici mondiali e tiene Masterclass presso istituzioni straniere tra cui il Real Conservatorio Superior de Madrid, lo Zhejiang Conservatory of music e le Università di Vienna, Ghent, Lima e Bangkok. In campo editoriale cura la collana Rare Italian Clarinet Music per l'editore Eufonia, realizzando numerose revisioni di opere importanti, tra le quali l'edizione critica del manoscritto delle Variazioni in Do di Gioachino Rossini e la produzione completa per clarinetto e pianoforte di Aurelio Magnani. Sergio Bosi è artista Buffet-Crampon Paris. GIORGIA BORGACCI, pianoforte Giorgia Borgacci si è diplomata in pianoforte e successivamente in clavicembalo con il massimo dei voti e la lode presso il conservatorio di musica "G. Rossini" di Pesaro, perfezionandosi poi con E. Fadini, L.F. Tagliavini e G. Murray e vincendo il primo premio al concorso clavicembalistico "G. Gambi" nel 2002. Sì è poi laureata in Lingue e letterature straniere presso l'università di Urbino. In qualità di cembalista ha tenuto diversi concerti da solista e con l'ensemble Rosantico (Biblioteca Casanatense di Roma, Musicae Amoeni Loci, Sagra Musicale Malatestiana, S. Giacomo Festival di Bologna, Echi lontani di Cagliari). Come pianista di repertorio ha collaborato con l'Accademia Internazionale di canto "Tebaldi - Del Monaco", l’Opera Festival di Urbania e di Novafeltria. In qualità di Maestro collaboratore ha preso parte a diverse produzioni operistiche presso il Teatro della Fortuna di Fano, il Teatro delle Muse di Ancona, il Teatro V. Basso di Ascoli Piceno e il Rossini Opera Festival. Come pianista accompagnatrice in numerosi Corsi di perfezionamento e Masterclasses ha collaborato con artisti quali Calogero Palermo, Andrea Oliva, Claudio Montafia, Paolo Taballione, Guido Corti. Dal 2005 svolge l'incarico di pianista collaboratrice presso il conservatorio "G. Rossini" di Pesaro.... #notizie #news #breakingnews #cronaca #politica #eventi #sport #moda Read the full article