#principessa Grace

[gracie-bird]

Throw the footsteps of Princess Grace at La Verna Sanctuary, in Italy.

September 17, 2024.

This weekend, Prince Albert II travelled to Tuscany to visit the sanctuary of La Verna, in the province of Arezzo, and the medieval village of Rondine.

At La Verna, the Sovereign was accompanied by Anne Eastwood, Monaco’s Ambassador to Italy, Brother Guido Fineschi, Guardian of the sanctuary, and Brother David Gagrcic, the house Vicar.

A place where nature and spirituality meet, and where Saint Francis of Assisi received the stigmata on 17 September 1224. Prince Albert II paid tribute to Italy’s patron saint for the eight-hundredth anniversary of the event.

The Prince’s Palace adds that “Francis of Assisi embodies values that align perfectly with the Sovereign’s commitment to protecting the environment and biodiversity,” as the author of the famous “Canticle of Creatures” was named the patron saint of ecologists by Pope John Paul II in 1979.

But the visit had another, more personal dimension, as Princess Grace and her elder daughter, Princess Caroline, had also made the trip to the La Verna sanctuary during a pilgrimage by Monegasque scouts in the summer of 1968. 42 years to the day after her death, Prince Albert II was able to see the archives of his mother’s visit to Tuscany.

(Princess Grace during her private visit to La Verna on July 28, 1968).

The Sovereign then visited the “Rondine Cittadella della Pace” in the medieval village of Rondine, an organisation dedicated to reducing armed conflict and promoting a culture of peace throughout the world.

The Principality has supported the non-profit’s actions for many years, and last year joined its “Leaders for Peace” appeal to the United Nations. The appeal encourages nations to invest in the training of future world leaders for peace and to educate the younger generations about human rights from school age, says the Prince’s Palace press release.

**Source: Monaco Tribune.

[sectumsempraaa]

Drowning Lessons

Pairing: Theo Nott x fem!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Featuring: Theo, Mattheo, Lorenzo, Draco, Pansy

Based on this request! Thank you :)

TW: fear/phobia of water and swimming, traumatic memories, physical pain, freefalling, panic, severe weather

A/N: you GUYSSSS i missed you!! i have been away for a minute because… i met someone 🤭 but we’re back in the saddle now, working thru requests!

Summary: After a rip current incident when you were younger, you’ve lived your life deeply afraid of the water, vowing never to swim again. But when a lesson in Magical Creatures leaves you stranded in the black lake, your boyfriend Theo comes to the rescue.

“Never have I ever… got stuck underwater.” Pansy jokes, calling you out in front of your friend group. You sigh and roll your eyes, putting a finger down as the game instructs.

“Come on, Pans. That’s low.” Theo says, a stern tone emitting from him. “You know what happened.”

“Actually, I don’t! Y/N here would never tell me such secrets.” She playfully nudges your arm with her elbow, encouraging you to speak.

Theo notices your breath quickening as you attempt to swallow your nerves and reaches an affectionate hand to rub your shoulder in comfort.

The unwelcome memory snaps back to you, triggered by Pansy’s jab. You, a rip current, and the American sun. As a young girl, you had been swimming around in the ocean on a trip to California when a current pulled you under and whipped you around senseless.

No matter how far you reached your hands, they could never find the surface. You were convinced it was the end until a lifeguard raised you from the water and carried you to shore.

Unfortunately, your lungs suffered some minor damage. To this day, you get short-breathed easily, especially when you start to panic. It’s nothing too serious, but noticeable enough to your friends and Theo.

“Don’t listen to her, bella. She’s drunk.” Theo comforts you, his voice competing with the sounds of the party. You nod and give him a small smile, hoping everyone will just forget about this moment.

“Your turn, baby.” Theo kisses your cheek, easily bringing your good mood back. You reach a hand to rest on his knee, letting him know your appreciation.

“Hmm…” you think hard, attempting to give Pansy a taste of her own medicine. “Never have I ever… had a wet dream about a teacher.”

You smirk, knowing you hit it right on the mark. The group collectively drop their jaws, Theo’s hand grabbing your thigh in surprise.

“That was ONE time! And how do you know it was even a teacher?!” Pansy snarls, becoming fiercely defensive.

Mattheo pipes in, imitating Pansy. “Oh, Professor Lockhart, right there! Yes!” Pansy hits Mattheo over the side of the head, giving him a scowl and spewing profanities his way. Theo laughs uncontrollably, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Damn, principessa,” Theo says, his words laced with pride. “Remind me to never piss you off.”

You smile, shaking off any remnants of your panic and settle back into the party. For the rest of the night, everyone plays nice.

—

Later that week, you found yourself outside for Magical Creatures class. You watch on in awe as Hagrid presents a hippogriff to the class. You’re intrigued by the creature, the beauty of her feathers fanning out and her graceful strength striking to you.

Each student is to take a turn with her this week, bowing to and exploring their interactions with her. You are a gentle, animal-loving soul and she senses it as she immediately bows back to you.

You step forward, her beak nudging your ribs while you pet her. A small laugh escapes your mouth as you stumble backwards, quickly regaining your balance.

“Such a gorgeous, gorgeous girl.” You sing, stealing a glance at Theo who, like the rest of the class, is looking at you like you’re the damn bird whisperer. He nods, gesturing over to where Hagrid is standing.

“Aye, I think she likes ya. Care for a flight today, Y/N?” Hagrid asks, encouraging you to engage further with the creature.

Before you can even answer, she lowers herself to your height, inviting you to climb on. A pang of hesitancy hits your gut, your body and mind wanting two different things.

Theo approaches her from behind so as not to be noticed by her. He grips your hips, lifting and guiding you to her back.

He senses your nerves, whispering a thought before you take off. “Careful, cara mia. I need you in one piece.” He winks, stepping back to where the class is.

Once you’re up in the air and soaring around, you get comfortable with the height and let yourself enjoy the flight. It’s not every day you bond with a hippogriff.

Your hands are white knuckling but your face relaxes into a basking smile, taking the time to give her pets as she flies you around the circumference of the castle.

The wind picks up a bit, feeling cool and refreshing on your face. But it turns into more than just a breeze, as you feel a few droplets of rain cascading down your skin.

Down on the ground, Lorenzo nudges Theo’s arm with his elbow, holding out his hand to bring Theo’s attention to the rain. The alarm in his voice becomes apparent as he speaks to Theo.

“Hey mate, we best get your girl down. This isn’t looking too promising.”

Within seconds, a slight drizzle becomes harsh, thrashing sheets of rain. Unsure of how to land, you attempt to push down on your hippogriff’s back, signaling her to descend.

It was all so fast, the way a few drops of water became like bullets. The wind changing direction every few seconds starts to disorient you as you struggle more and more to hold on. Down below, Hagrid instructs the class to head indoors.

But before you even get a chance to land, a sudden clad of thunder erupts, blasting in your ears with your close proximity to the sky.

You can feel her panic beneath you as you try to soothe her and talk her down. Another clad. And another. She screeches just as she takes a turn over the black lake.

Theo storms over to where Hagrid is, a threat like hell lacing his words and crimson red burning in his eyes.

“GET HER DOWN, NOW.” If you weren’t so close to the roaring thunder, you’d have heard him repeat this several times in angsty Italian.

And then it all snapped. A bolt of lightning strikes the Whomping Willow in the distance, scaring your hippogriff so badly she bucks you off, jolting you off her side.

It takes a second for you to realize you’re free falling dozens of feet towards the water with nothing to stop you, almost like in slow motion.

On the ground, panic stirs wildly as Hagrid tries to lure her down with meat, which works… for her. The creature makes a near-crash landing close to Hagrid’s hut.

But Theo’s heart drops into his stomach as he notices the empty spot on her back where you’re supposed to be.

His heart races as he searches the sky for a sign of you, unable to move from his spot. Then, you appear, and the sight of you falling from the clouds utterly paralyzes him.

The sound of your scream prompts him back to reality, urging him to take action. The last thing you hear before you crash into the water is Theo’s horrified voice yelling your name.

“SHE CAN’T BE IN THE WATER!” he shouts at Hagrid through the relentless, howling storm as he shoves the professor out of the way.

Then… silence.

The pain of a thousand needles pierces your skin, the freezing water enveloping your body in a rigid embrace. The burn from the crash lingers for a while on your skin as your brain catches up with the moment.

Slowly, your eyes open to the dark and murky scene around you, your vision slightly delayed.

Once you realize you’re under, you actually have a moment of peace. Maybe it was the way your body stilled after the impact, maybe it was the quiet, or maybe it was you coming to terms with this scenario once again.

It’s starting to feel like fate.

Your arms float above you as you feel your lungs start to tighten. Then it all comes back to you, the trauma of it causing you to stir and thrash in the water.

Your lack of swimming skills is regretful now as you try to raise yourself to the surface. You helplessly grab onto plants and rocks for leverage, something falls into your hand, but ultimately nothing in your reach seems to work.

Suddenly, an arm grabs your waist with urgency, causing you to scream beneath the water, the air bubbles rising from your mouth. Another hand reaches up to cover your mouth, urging you to breathe.

When your eyes meet his, you wonder how they can still appear so crystal blue in such grim conditions. He shakes his head and points to his chest, as if to say, “It’s me.”

You wrap your arm around his neck as he pulls you up, making each second count. When you reach the surface, your lungs start to contract wildly, desperately trying to catch up on oxygen.

Your vision is still blurred and your head is still in a haze when you feel his arms wrap under your legs to lift you up.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Theo curses under his breath as he carries you to land. He yells out to someone as he gently rests you down on the ground. “Get Pomfrey, NOW!”

You’ve never heard his voice so urgent, so demanding. And he wouldn’t tell you this, but deep down, he knows he’s never been this scared before in his life.

You stir beneath him, fiddling the grass around in your fingers as your breath slowly begins to level again. “Theo…” you start, barely able to get the words out.

“Ssshh, mi amore, you’re okay. Don’t speak, just look at me, okay?” He asks, earning a painful nod from you in return. You can’t help but notice how both your voices are equally shakey.

The rain begins to subside, the skies finally concluding their vicious rein. Your body shakes a little from the several rapid changes in temperature. Theo scans you head to toe, attempting to pinpoint a place to start working.

His hands work on unbuttoning your jacket and removing your shoes, everything completely drenched that could weigh you down. Once he’s finished, he cups your face in his hands, bringing his lips to your forehead for a gentle kiss.

With your eyelids halfway open, you pause for a second before displaying a grin and letting out a low, humming laugh. His eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“What in the world could you possibly be laughing at?” He looks down in your eyes with worry and a slight annoyance.

Your voice coughs and croaks, struggling to project from your throat. “Remember in third year when you caught your first snitch? And Draco was so jealous you had won them the championship that he stole it?”

Theo nods gently, his eyes widening in awe and his jaw dropping in surprise as you weakly reach your hand up to his face, revealing the rusted, waterlogged snitch in your palm.

“It was resting in between a couple rocks in the lake. He must have thrown it in there amidst his toddler-like fit of rage.” You explain, your smile unwavering.

“Bella, you continue to both kill and amaze me.” He takes the snitch in his hand, leaning down to kiss you.

When his lips caress yours, you feel him smiling against you. Your fingers find themselves at the base of his hair, wet from the rain.

When he pulls back, he lifts his head to meet Pomfrey’s gaze. His stressed words sound like an echo as your eyes begin to close again.

“Please, madame, she’s pale and freezing and,” he starts, just before being cut off by the healer. A soft hand cups his face as you hear her voice begin to speak. He needs soothing just as much as you do right now.

“Well come on then, dove. Let’s get your girl to the infirmary. Get her up, I reckon she trusts you the most.”

Without giving it a second thought, Theo pulls you tight against his chest, letting out a small grunt as he lifts you and himself off the ground.

“Whatever I can do, I want to do it.”

—

The next morning, you wake up to a foggy sunrise. The early light creeps in through the infirmary windows, casting a glow on Theo.

His body sits in a chair next to your bed, his head resting in your lap and a hand clutching yours.

It takes a second to put the pieces back together. But the sight of your wet clothes on the ground and the boy sleeping on your thighs helps kickstart your memory.

You brush your thumb against the back of his hand while attempting to awaken your limbs from their still slumber.

When he stirs awake, a wave of relief washes over his features. “Y/N,” he gasps, waking up fast and standing up to sit on your bed.

He pulls you in, holding your head to his chest and cradling you safely in his arms. He rocks you back and forth, savoring your warmth. You pull back and meet his gaze, his eyes frantically searching your face.

“Hey, hey,” you whisper, resting your forehead on his. “You told me to come back in one piece. I did.” You smile, nudging his nose with yours.

“Cara mia…” Theo groans, trying to hold back his smile. “Next summer, we’ll swim every single day at Malfoy Manor if that’s what it takes to make sure this never happens again.”

You pause, hesitant to agree to the notion. But deep down, you know it’s time to recover from this and move forward.

“I’ll learn fastest there anyways, assuming we’ll keep playing fetch with Draco whenever he gets mad and throws something of value into the pool.”

You joke, running your hands through Theo’s dried hair. His eyes have a hint of bloodshot to them after yesterday’s events.

“Whoever gets him to throw his ring in the pool first gets to push the other in the water?” He offers, extending his hand to you. You take it, shaking and kissing the back of it.

“You’re on, Nott.” You giggle, sending a glimmer of light to his eyes.

You didn’t notice it until now, the way he’s clinging onto your waist like you’ll somehow fall away again. You pull back, bringing him with you so his head rests on your chest.

You look down at your boy in his exhausted state. You kiss the top of his head as he dozes back off to sleep, nuzzling the side of his face against your collarbone.

“Never have I ever… risked my life for someone.” You whisper, entangling your fingers in the strands of his hair. You feel him huff against you, the breath from his laugh caressing your hospital gown.

Gently, you feel one of his fingers press down harder onto your hand as it clasps yours.

“You love to win this game.” He mutters back to you, kissing your chest softly as you feel his eyelashes flutter against your skin.

“Maybe, but I love someone else much more.”

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[theostrophywife]

snow on the beach.

pairing: theodore nott x reader.

request: can you write some cuddles with theo? maybe he’s comforting reader, or maybe reader is comforting him, but this boy need some love pretty please.

song inspiration: snow on the beach by taylor swift.

author's note: as soon as i saw the gif by the lovely @dramaticals, i knew that i had to write a piece with it as the cover. get in, babes. we're simping for theodore nott.

The snow fell softly over Hogwarts, covering the castle with ice and frost. From the beach, Theo watched as the flurries glittered against stone and spire and frowned as the cold seeped into his bones. Underneath him, the Black Lake was frozen solid yet crystal clear. It might’ve been unwise to venture out so far from the shore, but Theo welcomed the clarity of the cold. 

The cigarette cradled between his slender fingers provided some much needed warmth, the nicotine filling his lungs and dulling his senses as he released a cloud of smoke into the air. Spread-eagled on the ice, Theo sprawled out like a snow angel, blinking away the snowflakes as it gathered on his lashes. 

Beyond the treeline, Theo glimpsed his friends chasing each other on their brooms. A loud cackle echoed from the Forbidden Forest as Mattheo hurled a snowball at Draco. Enzo and Regulus cursed as they narrowly dodged the attack, racing away from Mattheo as he laughed maniacally, clearly relishing his reign of terror. On any other day, he would’ve been flying right along his mates, but today was different. 

The boys could sense it as well. All morning, Theo had been distant and distracted. He barely participated in the conversations happening around him during lunch. When he turned down Mattheo’s invitation to play quidditch in the snow, his mates took the hint that Theo really just wanted to be alone.

So here he was, smoking in the freezing cold and hoping that the frigid air would provide a moment of reprieve from the complicated thoughts and emotions swirling within him. For his efforts, Theo was rewarded with a sore arse and a growing migraine pulsing behind his eyes. In other words, he was truly shit out of luck.

There was no escaping today. 

A soft shuffling beckoned his attention, but it wasn’t necessary for Theo to turn around to know who the steps belonged to. He could identify his best friend by sound alone. You always walked with purpose. Judging by the decisive click of your boots against the ice, Theo could tell that you were on a mission. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as you came into view, your cheeks and nose flushed from the cold. 

With a hand on your hip, you cocked your head at Theo and posed a question in your usual no-nonsense tone. “Would you like some company or would you prefer to brood alone?” 

Theo looked up from his cigarette, biting back a smile. You were always straight to the point. Never one to mince words. Theo liked that about you. 

“I don’t mind the company if it’s you, principessa.” 

A soft smile graced his face as you transformed your robe into a blanket, laying it on the ice and beckoning him to move. Theo happily obliged and attempted not to chuckle as you fussed over him, clearly biting back on lecturing him on the dangers of catching hypothermia in this weather. You placed your bag underneath his head before laying beside him in the cocoon of fabric. 

Without a word, you tapped your shoulder. His heart warmed at the familiar gesture as he leaned against you. A sigh of satisfaction slipped past his lips as you ran your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp and easing all the tension from his body. 

“What are you doing out here?” Theo asked as you toyed with the curls at the nape of his neck. “You hate the cold.” 

“I do, but I don’t hate you.” 

Theo nuzzled against your neck, humming softly as the warmth of your skin soothed his senses. “I missed you at breakfast. Thought you were sleeping in, so I didn’t bother to wake you up.” His mouth quirked in amusement. “We both know what happens when your sleep is interrupted.”

“I’m not that bad,” you said sheepishly. 

“The last time I tried to wake you up before noon on a weekend, you threw a slipper at my head.” 

“I thought you were an intruder.” 

“Mhm,” Theo murmured against your shoulder. “That explains why you yelled, ‘Leave me alone, Theodore!’ after physically assaulting me.” 

By the way you shifted beside him, Theo knew you were rolling your eyes fondly. “For your information, I woke up bright and early this morning to head to Hogsmeade.” 

“Has hell frozen over?” Theo asked dramatically, furrowing his brows as he looked up at you. “The Y/N I know wouldn’t be caught dead in all this snow. Especially not without stealing at least three of my hoodies before stepping foot out of the castle.” 

You chuckled, brushing a strand of wavy hair away from his eyes. “Contrary to what you may believe, I’m not completely helpless without you. I bundled up and braved the snow to pick up a package from the post.” 

“I wish you would’ve told me, dolcezza. I would’ve gone to the village with you.” 

“That’s sweet of you, Teddy. But it was a quick trip and I managed fine on my own.”

Theo grumbled with displeasure, but rested his head on your shoulder once more. The two of you sat in comfortable silence, just soaking up each other’s company. You were clearly aware that something was on his mind, but you didn’t push. You knew that Theo would talk if and when he was ready. It was one of the many things he appreciated about you. Whenever you were together, there was never any need to fill the silence. Even without words, you could read him like a book. 

After a while, Theo put out his cigarette and turned over to face you. You smiled as he scooted closer and breathed in your strawberry shampoo. He brushed the snowflakes off of your cheek, but more fell to take their place. 

“How did you know I’d be out here?” 

“For reasons I will never understand, you love the cold. You said it helps you think clearly,” you replied, tracing the moles and freckles that littered his skin like constellations. “I figured you had a lot on your mind. I imagine the anniversary is a rough day for you.” 

Theo blinked in surprise. Though you told each other nearly everything, Theo had never disclosed the anniversary of his mother’s death. He rarely spoke about her to anyone. Even after ten years, the loss still made his heart feel hollow. 

“You know what today is?” He asked in a small, quiet voice. 

You nodded in confirmation. “Your nonna mentioned it in her last letter. I know you usually like to be alone to remember her, but I wanted to at least check up on you.” 

There was an ache in his chest as he met your concerned gaze. You placed your hand above his heart and rubbed over the spot like you knew how heavy of a load it was to carry. Theo’s fingers gently closed around yours. 

“I’m glad you did.” 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked softly. “All these years? I would’ve liked to be there for you.” 

There was a hint of pain in the edges of your voice as though robbing you of the ability to comfort him physically hurt. Knowing you, it probably did. You cared so deeply and loved so fully. It was just the type of person that you were. It was what drew him to you in the first place. 

“I didn’t think I could,” he admitted truthfully. “After my mum died, my father never spoke about her again. He just acted like the day of her death never happened. For him, it was just another normal day and not the day that I lost half of myself. My father said it was weak to show emotion, so I never did. I had no choice but to be strong, so I am.” 

Theo closed his eyes and attempted to tamper down his emotions. When he opened them again, he was met with your heartbroken expression. A pang of guilt struck his heart like an arrow. The last thing he wanted to do was upset you. Seeing you in pain was worse than enduring the Cruciatus curse and Merlin knew he had plenty of experience in that regard. Thanks to his cruel, ruthless father. Theo started to apologize, but startled when you cradled his face in your hands, your gaze full of bravery and determination. 

“Emotions don’t make you weak, Teddy. You’re allowed to feel. You’re allowed to grieve and rage and cry. You don’t have to be so strong all the time.” 

The words struck him to his very core. It had never occurred to him to let his armor fall. He wasn't aware that was even an option. All his life, Theo thought that repressing every ounce of emotion was the only way to cope with his mother’s death. He wasn’t granted permission to speak of her, much less grieve over her. Self-preservation had been drilled into him even before he was sorted into Slytherin. It was how he survived.

“I don’t?” He asked in a broken whisper. 

“No, you don’t.” You replied, pressing your forehead against his. “I’m here for you and I won’t judge you for being vulnerable.” 

Theo swallowed past the lump in his throat. “I don’t want to weigh you down with my burdens.” 

“You won’t,” you promised. “Whatever heaviness you’re carrying, I’ll carry it with you. You never have to do anything alone, Teddy.” 

The ice in his chest cracked and the armor he so carefully crafted around his heart splintered off into a million tiny pieces. It should’ve terrified him, but instead, all Theo felt was relief. You were giving him a safe space to feel. A luxury that had been ripped away from him the day his mother died. 

“I miss her so much.” 

With those five words, Theo felt the dam break. Years and years of sadness and anger and grief washed over him like a tidal wave, flooding his heart with the intensity of it all. The rush of the current would have wiped him out entirely if it hadn’t been for your arms wrapping around him, holding him to the present like an anchor. Theo clung onto you for dear life and sobbed. 

He sobbed and sobbed and sobbed. He cried until the front of your sweater was soaked with his tears. He cried until his throat was raw from screaming. He cried until his eyes were bloodshot and red and as heavy as lead. Through it all, you hugged him tightly, holding him against you firmly as you rubbed his back and whispered soothing words in his ear. 

“It’s okay, Teddy. Let it out. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Theo gripped the back of your sweater, bunching up the fabric between his fingers as he unleashed ten years worth of grief out into the open. You didn’t balk at any of it. The two of you had weathered the good, the bad, and the ugly together and none of it had scared you off. Theo believed you when you said that you weren’t going anywhere. To you, it was a sacred promise. One that you had kept faithfully since the day you met him. 

“I’m here for you,” you declared in reassurance, rocking him back and forth. “I always will be.” 

He didn’t know what he did to deserve someone like you. During times like these, Theo was convinced that you were his guardian angel. A gift from above to offset all the shit and misery that life brought. It was cathartic to cry in the arms of the girl he loved because he knew that you would hold him as he fell apart and put him back together in a way that only you could. 

After what seemed like ages, Theo finally looked up. With a sniffle, he watched with an awestruck expression as you wiped the tears from his cheeks and kissed his forehead. 

“I got something for you,” you whispered softly. “You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, but I think it might help. It’s a way to commemorate the loss of your mother, but to also honor the happy memories that live on in your heart.” 

You fished around in your bag and pulled out a small paper lantern. As you held it in your hands, it glowed as though enchanted. 

“Back home, we light these lanterns and release them to honor the loved ones we’ve lost. I asked my mum to mail me one and it just arrived in the post this morning. Special delivery.” 

Just when Theo thought he was all out of tears, a fresh wave crashed over him. He was the reason why you’d trudged out in the snow and frost so early in the morning. To pick up the most thoughtful gift that anyone has ever given him. Theo couldn’t help but bawl. 

Your eyes widened. “Oh no. I didn’t mean to upset you. We don’t have to do it if you want to. I can send it back—“

Theo shook his head. “No, no, no. It’s perfect. It’s the most thoughtful thing anyone’s ever done for me. Thank you. For writing to my crazy old nonna and letting me get snot all over your favorite sweater and turning a shit day less shitty. Thank you so much, Y/N.” 

You smiled, brushing his waves back. “You don’t have to thank me, Theo. I’d do anything for you. That’s what you do for the people you love.” 

His breath caught in his throat. Theo looked up at you with hopeful eyes. “You love me?” 

“With every fiber of my being.” 

Before he knew it, Theo was crying again, but this time it was happy tears. He leaned in, cradling your face in his hands just like you always did to him, and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was so soft and so gentle, like he was afraid that you might disappear. 

“I love you, Y/N,” he declared with certainty. Theo loved you like the moon loved the sun. He loved you like the shadows loved the stars. You were the light that he’s been waiting for in the darkness. “I think my mum would’ve loved you too.” 

You smiled, intertwining your fingers together and kissing his knuckles. “I wish I had the chance to meet her.” 

“You still can,” Theo said with a smile. “Will you show me how to light the lantern, cara mia?” 

After you showed him how to enchant the lantern, Theo was able to light it by himself. The lantern glowed in his hands as he looked over at you. “What’s next?” 

“Usually, we say a few words to honor the dead. It can be as short or as long as you’d like.” Theo swallowed thickly. He seemed to be grappling with his thoughts, searching for the right words. You grabbed hold of his hand and squeezed. “There’s no right or wrong way to do it. As long as it comes from the heart. Don’t be scared, Teddy. I’m right here.” 

Theo nodded, smiling softly as he squeezed back. He composed himself for a moment and stared at the lantern. 

“Ciao, mamma. It’s Teddy. Today was really hard. It’s been ten years since I lost you, but I still feel you everywhere. I miss you a lot. I’m sorry that I never talk about you. Even now, it still hurts. But I’m learning that sometimes you just have to let yourself feel the pain. That it’s okay to let other people in and let them carry the burden with you. I’m lucky, mamma. I have nonna and my cousins and my mates. I have Y/N. She takes care of me. She always asks me about my day. She remembers every little thing I tell her, like the fact that I hate crusts on my sandwiches and pineapple on pizza.” 

You chuckled as his nose scrunched up in disgust. The sincerity of it all made your heart feel like it was overflowing with love for this beautiful boy. “She’s always bossing me around and fussing over me, but I secretly love that she cares so much. She’s got such a big heart, mamma. I’m lucky to even occupy a small portion of it. I guess what I’m trying to say is, you don’t have to worry about me. I’ve got Y/N to watch over me. I love you and I miss you. I promise I’ll talk about you more. Ci vediamo, mamma.” 

Your eyes welled with tears as Theo released the lantern. He turned to you, wiping a tear away. “Hey, none of that,” he teased. “I’ve cried enough for the both of us tonight, love.” 

“I’m sorry. That was just so beautiful. I’m so proud of you, Teddy. I know it wasn’t easy, but you were so brave.” 

He leaned down to kiss your temple. “Couldn’t have done it without you, cara mia.” 

Theo laced his fingers through yours and tugged lightly. “Now come on, dolcezza. Let’s get inside where it’s warm. I know you’re dying to lecture me about being out in the cold for this long.” 

You chuckled, not even the least bit surprised at how well Theo knew you. 

Later that night, after the two of you dried off, changed into pajamas, and snuggled underneath your warm blankets, you listened as Theo told stories of his mum. You laughed when he recounted the time his mum hexed Lucius for stealing her shampoo in third year. You cried when he recalled the way she’d always let him curl up in her bed after a nightmare, singing him to sleep and soothing her Teddy. 

In one night, the memories that he kept locked away in his heart for ten years came spilling out of Theo. You soaked up every detail like a sponge, hanging onto his every word. The sun was rising by the time he exhausted himself, but he felt so much lighter than he ever had. With your arms wrapped tightly around him, Theo knew that he was loved beyond measure. He could feel the affection and devotion radiating between you, like an invisible string that tied the two of you together.

As you spooned him, Theo grinned and kissed your fingertips. “Thank you for letting me talk about my mum. I’ve never told anyone any of that before.” 

“What makes me so special?” 

Theo turned over and smiled. “You make me feel safe,” he whispered in the darkness. You teared up at his words, knowing how hard it was for Theo to let his guard down. The fact that he allowed himself to be vulnerable around you was a privilege that you’d never take for granted. “You take all my fucked up, broken pieces and put me back together again. With you, I feel whole.” 

“It doesn’t matter how many times you fall apart, Teddy. I will always be here to pick up the pieces.” 

“Me too,” Theo murmured sleepily. He leaned over and kissed you, soft and sweet and pure. Your heart ached for him. You were convinced that your soul would’ve searched through infinity and back just to find him. “That’s what you do for the people you love.”

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[mariclerc]

Hi sweetie I would like to ask for a second part of a slow pace maybe like the reader first time…would be so cool

If not is also okay 🤍

Oh god, thank you for this request!! Here we have part two 💗💗 Btw, I'm not very good at writing these kinds of topics but I'll make the effort.

A slow pace (pt.2) | cl16

Summary: Where you don't usually have much experience in the romantic aspect, but you have a boyfriend who is willing to go slow if you need to.

Warning: none just fluff. It's a long one, I hope you like it!!

Part 1.

The apartment is dimly lit, the only light coming from the city lights twinkling outside the window. You and Charles are curled up on the couch, a movie playing silently on the TV in the background. Although neither of you are paying attention to the movie, since your attention is merely on the two of you.

Charles has his arm draped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing circles on your arm. You lean into his touch, a shy smile playing on your lips. There's a comfortable silence between you two, but it's filled with unspoken tension.

“Charles, can I ask you something?” You ask him timidly.

“Anything, bellissima.” He smiles.

“It's just... I've never really been in a relationship before, you know that... And I know you have, obviously, I was wondering... what do we do now?” You say a little blushing.

Charles chuckles softly, understanding dawning in his eyes. He reaches up and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“There's no rulebook, amore. We just do what feels right... Now, tell me, what do you want to do?” He says gently.

You bite your lip, your cheeks flushing a deeper red. “I don't know. Maybe... get closer?” You whisper.

A playful glint lights up Charles' eyes. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “How much closer, principessa?” he teases you.

You shivers at his warm breath tickling your skin. You meets his gaze, a mixture of nervousness and desire swirling in your eyes. “I don't know Charlie, wherever you want it's okay.” You say shyly.

Charles smiles warmly, his heart melting at your vulnerability. He takes your hand in his, his touch sending shivers down your spine. “How about we start slow babe? Small steps, okay?” He says softly.

You nods, a small smile gracing your lips. Charles leans in again, this time placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. The kiss is chaste, but it sends a jolt of electricity through your body.

“Does that feel okay?”

You nod again, a blush creeping up your neck. Charles' smile widens, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Good, because I have a few more ideas of how we can get closer. But only if you're comfortable, cara mia.”

You take another deep breath, your heart pounding in your chest. You look into his warm, inviting eyes and knows that you really trust him completely.

“Lead the way, mon amour.”

Charles' smile turns into a full-blown grin. He takes your hand tenderly, leading you towards the bedroom. The movie is forgotten, the city lights outside fade away. All that matters is the spark between the both of you, the promise of something new and exciting, and the feeling of being safe and loved in Charles' arms.

***

As you enter the bedroom, the soft light casting playful shadows on the walls. Charles closes the door gently, the click echoing in the quiet room.

He turns towards you, his eyes searching yours. He notices your slightly trembling breath and the way your eyes nervously dart around the room. He takes your hand once again, his touch reassuring.

“There's no pressure, cara mia. We can stop whenever you want, okay? Just say the word and I'll stop, okay?”

You nod, your voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”

Charles smiles warmly, then reaches out to turn off the bedside lamp. The room plunges into darkness, except for the faint glow of the city lights filtering through the window. For a few moments, you just snuggled together as the tension of the moment slowly faded away, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms.

Charles starts gently stroking your hair, his touch sending shivers down your spine. He leans closer to you, whispering to you.

“Can I kiss you again?”

You hesitate for a moment, then you close your eyes and nod. Charles smiles and leans in, his lips meeting yours in a slow, tender kiss.

The kiss is different from the one before... It's deeper, more passionate, but it still feels soft, filled with unspoken emotions. You melt into his touch, your shyness fading away as you lose yourself in the moment.

You both pull away slowly, both breathless. Slowly you open your eyes and stare into his eyes, in which you can see that there is a little desire and at the same time tenderness and respect towards you.

“What now?” You say while your voice shakes a little.

Charles looks at you, his eyes filled with warmth. He gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheek.

“Whatever you want, amore. We can take it slow, or we can see where the night takes us. The choice is totally yours.”

“Then let's see where the night takes us.” You say with a little confidence.

Charles smiles, his eyes sparkling with joy. He leans in again, and this time, the kiss is filled with a promise of something more, something exciting, and something that you are going to discover together. The kiss lingers, heat building between them. As you both pull away, both are breathless, eyes locked. Charles traces a finger down your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh god, you're so so pretty... My pretty girl.” He said with a husky voice.

He leans in again, but this time, instead of kissing your lips, he kisses the sensitive skin behind your ear. The feeling sends a jolt of electricity through you and you let out a soft gasp.

“Charles...” You said with fluttering eyes.

“I want to feel you closer, amore. Is that okay?” He asked with his voice being barely a whisper.

You nod, your heart pounding against your chest. He gently pulls away the covers, revealing the soft glow of moonlight on your skin. He gently trace the outline of your shoulder with his fingers, sending goosebumps erupting in your wake.

“You're so beautiful, baby. So gorgeous.”

He leans in again, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He kisses the delicate curve of your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. You close your eyes, surrendering to the feeling of his touch.

“Charles...” You say with a trembling voice.

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching yours.

“Tell me what you want, babe.” He says softly.

You hesitate a little, then you take a deep breath.

“I want to touch you too.” You say shyly.

A smile spreads across Charles' face. He reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours. He guides your hand to his chest, where you can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his shirt.

“Can you feel that bella? It's all for you.”

You squeezes his hand, her own heart pounding in response. You slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing the sculpted muscles of his chest, with your hand you trace the lines with her fingertips, your touch sending shivers down his spine.

“You're incredible.” You say in a whisper.

Charles leans in and kisses you once again, this time with a newfound intensity. His hand trails down your back, and he reaches the hem of your shirt and gently pulls it up, revealing the smooth skin of your stomach.

“You are, bellissima... My own pretty angel.”

He kisses you again, his lips trailing down your neck and chest. You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations he's giving to you. You reach out and tangle your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“More... Please...” You plead.

Charles smiles, his eyes filled with desire. He knows that you're ready, and he wants to take things slow, savoring every moment with you. He continues to explore your body with his touch, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

The air crackles with unspoken desire. Charles' lips graze the sensitive skin of your shoulder, eliciting a soft gasp. Your hands clench in his hair, grounding you in the moment.

“Tell me what you like, amore. Where do you want me to touch?” He murmurs.

You hesitate, cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. You've never been this close to anyone before, and the vulnerability feels both thrilling and intimidating.

“Everywhere babe... But... maybe my hands are shaking.” You say with your voice barely a whisper.

Charles chuckles softly, he takes your hand in his, his warm touch calming your racing pulse.

“It's okay, bellissima. We're learning together, It doesn't need to be perfect.” He says reassuringly.

His words ease her apprehension. She closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling of his fingers intertwined with hers.

He smiles, his eyes filled with warmth and adoration. He leans in and kisses her forehead, a gesture of pure affection.

“We can stop whenever you want if you need to, okay? This is about you, not me.”

You shake your head, a newfound determination in your eyes. “No babe... Let's keep exploring... Together.”

Charles smiles, his heart swelling with love and respect. He knows this is just the beginning of their journey, and he's excited to discover where it leads them. He leans in again, this time for a kiss filled with both passion and tenderness, a promise of more to come.

The room is a whirlwind of emotions, a tapestry woven with the threads of desire, anticipation, and a touch of nervous excitement. Charles' fingers trace a path across your skin, sending shivers down your spine like whispers in the night. Your breath hitches as his touch lingers on the sensitive curve of your neck, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.

His lips, warm and inviting, brush against your earlobe, his voice a low murmur against your skin. “You're so breathtaking, mon bébé,” he whispers, his words laden with unspoken desires.

You lean in closer, your own breath catching in your throat. Your bodies are pressed together, heat radiating from each other like a furnace. The air crackles with unspoken tension, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Your lips meet in a heated dance, a tangle of exploration and discovery. His touch ignites a fire within you, sending flames dancing across your soft skin. Your fingers, tentative at first, become bolder, tracing the contours of his muscles, memorizing the landscape of his desire.

You both move in unison, a symphony of unspoken language played out in touches and sighs. Clothes become mere obstacles, discarded like fallen leaves on a path towards intimacy. Your bodies meet, skin against skin, a searing connection that leaves them breathless.

The night unfolds in a blur of whispered promises, soft moans, stolen kisses, and gentle explorations. Together you push boundaries, discovering each other's desires with a mix of trepidation and exhilaration. Each touch, each caress, is a new chapter in your unfolding story, a language you are learning together as a team.

As dawn paints the sky with streaks of gold, you lie entwined, your bodies relaxed, hearts pounding in tandem. The air is thick with unspoken emotions, the echo of your shared passion lingering like a sweet perfume. Of course you haven't reached the end of your journey, but you've taken a significant step, a leap of faith into the unknown together.

[bupia]

18 with Terzo bc HONESTLY that's the plot of jigolo har megiddo

FORMAL WEAR

"I can't wait to take your innocence."

There's a smut under the cut, +18 only, please.

(Female!Reader: unprotected sex; fingering; teasing; dirty talk; Italian swearing; swearing; semi-public sex)

Available on AO3

Day 26 | Day 28

The night of the Halloween ball had finally arrived, and you had eagerly awaited it the entire week. Excitement coursed through your veins as you counted down the hours until the event. Papa Emeritus III, affectionately known as Terzo, was renowned for hosting the most extravagant parties, and tonight, he had something special in store: a Masquerade party with a Halloween twist. The concept was peculiar, as it required guests to dress up as monsters, witches, or creatures, but with the added mystique of masks.

However, you felt an inexplicable urge to defy convention. Instead of donning the typical ghoulish attire, you sought to bring an air of contrast to the evening. Your heart was set on something more elegant and formal. You had decided to opt for a graceful, floor-length dress and a delicate, unadorned mask. In your mind, you envisioned yourself as a character straight out of one of those enchanting princess tales, where a chance encounter behind a mask led to a whirlwind romance, or so the stories go.

Having just finished dressing up and making sure everything was in place, you gracefully made your way to the garden where the much-anticipated ball was set to unfold. You couldn't help but wonder if Papa Emeritus I, Primo, had any reservations about all the eccentric siblings wandering around the garden simultaneously. However, you figured that Terzo must have worked his charismatic magic to put Primo's nerves at ease.

As you entered the garden, you were greeted by an enchanting spectacle. The ambient lighting was a mix of eerie and alluring, with various hues casting an otherworldly glow. The decorations were hauntingly beautiful, and the carefully curated music added to the spine-tingling atmosphere, perfectly in sync with the Halloween theme.

The atmosphere at the event was beyond amazing, and you found yourself completely engrossed in the festivities. With the enchanting ambiance all around you, you decided to take a brief respite and headed toward the food table. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride; after all, you had lent a hand in the kitchen earlier, and the dishes turned out to be nothing short of delectable.

As you scanned the crowd, trying to spot your friends among the masked guests, your eyes locked onto a figure standing in the distance. It was a man, and he seemed to be gazing directly at you. The mask obscured his features, leaving you curious and somewhat intrigued. You couldn't be certain if he was one of the siblings from the ministry or just another guest. Maybe even someone from the Clergy.

Your curiosity piqued, you furrowed your brows and discreetly averted your gaze from the mysterious man. You hoped to lose him in the crowd as you began to move through the garden in search of your friends. To your surprise, the enigmatic figure matched your pace, maintaining a certain distance, and never breaking his gaze from you.

An uneasy sensation settled in the pit of your stomach as you did your best to avoid his penetrating stare. It was as though his eyes were fixed solely on you, and you could feel them on you even as you continued to walk.

As you finally came to a stop, feeling an overwhelming need to confront the mysterious man, you turned to face the spot where he had been. To your surprise, he had vanished, swallowed by the pulsating mass of dancing siblings.

Convinced it had all been a figment of your imagination, you turned to retrace your steps, intending to head back to where you had been. However, the moment you pivoted, your breath caught in your throat. There he stood, right behind you.

"You are looking very beautiful tonight, principessa," the man said, his voice strikingly familiar.

You couldn't believe your ears. "Papa?" you inquired, a sense of recognition dawning upon you.

"Oh, I'm not Papa today," he replied, a sly smile playing on his lips, "I'm just a masked man at a masquerade ball, sorella." He extended his hand toward you. "Would you like to have a dance with me?"

Your heart pounded, and you looked down at his hand before nodding in confirmation. You reached for his hand, and he led you gracefully to the dance floor.

As he placed his hand on your waist and drew you nearer to him, the rhythm of the music seemed to adapt to the pace of your heart. It wasn't a slow dance, yet he moved with such fluidity and grace that it felt as if a classical ballad played softly in the background. You glanced around, trying to comprehend, but all faded into insignificance when he pulled you even closer, leaving only a mere inch between your faces.

Your breath hitched, and you found yourself lost in the intensity of his gaze. His eyes bore into yours, a silent conversation unfolding between you. You followed his lead, allowing him to guide you gracefully as the music played on. Terzo took a deep breath, drawing back from you slowly, though his hand remained on your waist.

"Would you like to go to another area?" he asked.

"Of course," you replied, your voice trembling slightly.

He gently slid his hand from your waist and interlocked his fingers with yours, leading you out of the garden and back inside the ministry. The two of you walked in silence, following him down a corridor, and the anticipation in the air grew palpable.

After a brief moment, he turned to face you and slowly removed his mask, revealing his face for the first time without the signature Papa paint. His eyes bore into yours, and he took a step closer. With a delicate touch, he reached for your mask, removing it and allowing it to fall to the floor.

"Can I?" he whispered, his voice laden with meaning.

You nodded, your heart pounding, understanding the unspoken question. You closed your eyes, ready for what was to come. His hands slid to the sides of your body, drawing you closer, and you rested your arms on his shoulders. Terzo leaned in, and your lips met in a tender, passionate kiss.

As your lips danced together in a fervent embrace, you took a deep breath, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer, and his response was a deep, guttural groan that escaped into your mouth. Your hand found its way to his hair, fingers caressing the strands gently, eliciting a shiver from him.

He moved his hand to the small of your back, pressing you even closer, as if such closeness were even possible. The intensity of the moment surged, and your mouths parted, allowing your tongues to meet in a passionate, almost erotic dance.

He led you backward until your back was pressed against one of the cool marble walls of the hallway. His body was firmly pressed against yours, and the passionate kiss was momentarily broken as he moved to your neck. His lips and tongue trailed along your skin, leaving a trail of hungry, feverish kisses.

You unwrapped your arms from around his neck, one hand remaining on his head, fingers tangled in his hair, while the other hand found its place on his waist. The intoxicating scent of his cologne enveloped you, and you couldn't help but close your eyes, your mouth parting in a silent moan.

"Papa..." you called out, your voice quivering with desire. "I don't think... we should do it here..."

"We are not doing anything wrong, sorella," he whispered, his warm breath against your skin as he continued to suck on your neck. "And no one will see us here; they are all at the party anyway."

"But what if..." you attempted to voice your concern, but your words dissolved into a passionate moan as he bit your neck ever so slightly.

He withdrew from your neck and met your gaze. "Should we put a pause on this? If you'd rather not continue, we can stop."

In a soft voice, you replied, "I don't want to stop, Papa."

A low, satisfied growl rumbled from him, and he brushed his lips across yours. "Molto bene," he purred. "I can't wait to take your innocence."

You chuckled softly, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, fingers caressing the tension there. "Who said I'm innocent, Papa?" you said with a playful tone.

"I thought principesse like you were innocent," he teased, a playful glint in his eyes.

You leaned in close, your voice a sultry whisper, "Not this one right here." As you spoke, you gently ran your tongue along his lips, watching with satisfaction as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

A big, devilish smile spread across his lips as he turned his attention back to your neck, trailing a path of soft kisses from your neck to your shoulder and collarbone. His hands gently caressed their way down to your shoulders. His fingers traced a path down your shoulders, gently pulling the straps of your dress down, baring your breasts for him.

His hands skillfully moved from your arms to your breasts, tenderly taking them into his warm palms and giving them a gentle squeeze. His kisses grew more fervent on your neck, and the exquisite sensations caused you to gasp in response.

"Ah... Papa..." you breathed, your voice filled with desire.

"You can call me by my name if you want, sorella," he whispered, his warm breath tickling your ear.

"Terzo..." you moaned.

"Perfetto," he cooed, his voice laden with desire. "Again," he commanded, gently increasing the pressure on your breasts.

"Terzo..." you moaned once more, your voice thick with longing.

"Molto bene," he praised. "Again," he repeated as his mouth found your breasts, taking a nipple into his warm mouth, and sucking on it with an intoxicating fervor.

"Terzo!" you cried out, your senses fully immersed in the pleasure of the moment, your eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Hold your dress for me," he whispered, biting your nipple gently.

Your hands moved quickly to comply, lifting your dress up for him. He then knelt before you, the tension between you both growing even more palpable.

"I can see someone is already wet for Papa," he remarked, his eyes fixated on your panties. "Molto bene, you're making your Papa very proud."

Terzo wasted no time, swiftly moving his hands to the waistband of your panties and sensually pulling them down to your ankles. He tucked them into his pants pocket with a sly smile. His gloved hands then, gently caressing your calves and making their way upward to your thighs. With each caress, he left a trail of kisses along your legs, heightening the sensation as desire coursed through his veins.

"Sei così bella," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. "I recognized you the moment you arrived in the garden. As soon as I saw you, I knew who was behind the mask. I was waiting for you."

"W-Waiting for me?" you stammered, surprised by his words.

"Sì," he confirmed, his lips brushing against your thigh. "La sorella più bella nel mio ministero. How could I not notice la più bella among all of them?"

He continued to lavish kisses all over your thighs, making his way to your inner thighs and leaving a trail of soft bites that caused your legs to tremble with anticipation. His chuckle at your reaction only added to the excitement, and he proceeded to trace a path with his warm, lingering kisses from your inner thighs toward your core.

He lowered his face, and his lips and nose brushed sensually against your folds. The sensation of his nose lightly grazing your clit and the softness of his lips proved overwhelmingly erotic, causing you to whimper at the intense pleasure. Terzo then rose from his knees, his hand moving to rest gently on your pubic mound, his touch leaving you trembling with desire.

"Do you want me to touch you?" he asked.

"Yes, Papa," you replied, your voice filled with longing.

"And here?" He lowered his hand, his fingers gently finding your clit and pressing it.

"Yes, yes, yes," you moaned, your pleasure evident. "Yes, Papa, just there."

"I said you can call me by my name, sorella," he gently reminded you, his fingers continuing to rub your clit in a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through you. "Say it to me now, say my name."

"Ah! Terzo!" you moaned, your back arching in response to the intense pleasure.

"Bene, you are so good for me," he praised, his hand moving lower, leaving your clit, and exploring your entrance. "What about here?" he inquired.

"Mmmm... very much..." you purred, completely lost in the fiery desires.

Terzo slowly slid his middle finger into you, and an intense wave of desire engulfed your entire body. He held it there without moving, watching you as you began to move your hips, seeking a response from him. His sly grin only added to the tantalizing anticipation, creating tension. Slowly, he added another finger, and the sensation caused you to moan softly.

"Do you think you can handle another one, sorella?" he asked, his index finger teasing the contours of your entrance.

"Yes, Terzo," you purred with confidence. "I can handle it all." Your hands gripped your dress even tighter, holding it up for him.

He nodded and then slowly inserted his third finger inside you. The intense sensation caused your body to jump with pleasure, and you felt as though you were melting under his touch. But he held his fingers still, prolonging the tantalizing agony. Your urgent need for movement was evident as you tried to convey it by clenching your walls around his fingers, silently urging him to move.

He grinned at you, fully aware of how much you desired this. Terzo withdrew his hand from between your legs, and you looked down at his fingers, now glistening with your arousal, moaning in frustration.

"You like that, sì?" he teased.

"Yes," you admitted breathlessly.

With your response, Terzo slid his fingers back inside you, initially moving them in and out gently, but gradually picking up the pace. As he quickened his rhythm, you couldn't help but arch your back and release a soft moan of intense pleasure. His movements became faster and more purposeful, skillfully targeting your most sensitive areas.

The sensation was incredible, but your desire for more was insatiable. You gazed up at him with a pleading look in your eyes, silently urging him to take you even further in the depths of lust.

"What is this look, sorella?" he inquired, his eyes locked onto yours.

"I want you, Terzo... inside me," you whispered, your voice heavy with desire.

"Inside? You want my cock?" he inquired, his voice a sultry murmure

"Yes, please... give me your cock," you begged.

He sensually removed his fingers from inside you, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking them clean, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I will give you what you want," he whispered, his voice a sultry promise, a devilish grin on his lips.

Terzo stood and removed his pants, and you watched with anticipation as his erection sprang free, hard and ready. He moved his hands to your legs, lifting them from the floor and placing them on his hips. As he did, you felt his hardness pressing against your moist folds. Your hands left your dress and found their way to his shoulders, gently caressing them.

“Please, Terzo… Please, fuck me… right now…” you begged, your desire laid bare in your voice and your pleading eyes.

Terzo placed his hands on your waist and lifted you slightly, guiding his length into you. You gasped as he entered you, feeling the fullness of his hardness. As his entire length penetrated you, a moan escaped your lips. Your head fell back as you savored the sensation of being filled so completely, and your eyes closed as you relished the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours.

"Merda... so wet... so tight... feels so good inside," he moaned, his voice laden with pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling yourself closer to him, and your senses were overwhelmed by the pulsing rhythm of his heartbeat against your chest. Your eyes locked with his, and the burning desire in his gaze ignited a fierce passion between you as he began to thrust. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on your thighs, keeping you firmly in place.

"Oh, Terzo... so good..." You moaned, arching your back as his thrusts sent waves of pleasure through your body. "Your cock feels so good inside..."

"Does it, sorella?" he asked, his eyes burning with desire as he continued to move inside you. "You like my cock inside you?"

You nodded eagerly, your nails lightly scraping along his back. "Yes... yes... but please don't stop..." Your hips instinctively rocked, urging him to quicken the pace.

Terzo's lips found yours, and he kissed you hungrily, your tongues intertwining in a passionate dance. His thrusts quickened, and the intensity of your connection deepened with each movement. The corridor was filled with the sound of your moans, the erotic echoes of your desire. His hands gripped your hips firmly as he maintained a relentless rhythm, his length sliding in and out of you.

"Yes! Just like that! Oh, Terzo! Yes... fuck me just like that..." Your voice was filled with ecstasy and longing as you couldn't help but moan and cry out in pleasure.

His passionate rhythm showed no sign of slowing down, his length driving into you with unrelenting desire. The corridor echoed with the sounds of your moans. Your fingers tangled in his hair, and you held him close, lost in the intoxicating whirlwind of sensations. Terzo's desire for you intensified, and he picked up the pace, thrusting into you with a frenzied urgency. Your moans grew louder and more desperate as his movements became faster and more passionate.

"Merda, your pussy feels amazing," he growled, looking at you with desire in his eyes. "You are so hot, taking my cock so well. Your pussy is taking me so well, and it's driving me wild, sorella."

You met his passionate thrusts with your own, rocking your hips in sync with his, creating a harmonious rhythm. Your mouths met again, and your kisses were filled with hunger and longing, your tongues dancing in a passionate exploration.

You broke the kiss, locking your gaze with his, and the intensity of your need mirrored in his eyes left you feeling weak and consumed by the lust. Your head rested against his shoulder, and the sound of your heartbeats echoed in your ears.

"Terzo... Terzo..." you moaned his name, your voice filled with longing, and you heard him grunting with pleasure. "Terzo, please... more... more..."

Your body undulated with each rhythmic thrust of his length, the sensation of being completely filled transcending any experience you'd had before. Terzo maintained the deep, relentless rhythm, and you couldn't help but release a long, low moan of profound satisfaction. His hands tightened their grip on your thighs, and you were certain he could feel the tension building within you. The intensity grew as Terzo's thrusts became harder, his movements faster and powerful.

"More? You want more, sorella?" he groaned, his voice heavy with desire.

"Yes... give it all to me... please, please, don't stop, fuck me," you pleaded, your need for more was undeniable.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him to penetrate you even deeper. The sound of your breathing grew ragged, and your moans became increasingly urgent. Your body arched against the wall, the impending climax growing more powerful with each passing moment.

"Terzo, I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum!" you cried out.

"Sì, sì, molto bene, cum all over my cock, sorella, make your Papa happy," he encouraged.

You could no longer hold back, and your cries of ecstasy filled the hallway as you climaxed fiercely, your muscles contracting around Terzo's member as you rode the exhilarating wave of orgasmic bliss.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes-yes!" You cried out as your orgasm exploded, a surge of intense pleasure rippling through your body like an electric current.

With a fervent cry of desire, he exclaimed, "Merda... so tight...! I can't-" as he delivered a final powerful thrust, releasing his seed deep within you.

He remained connected to you, still holding himself inside as you both took a moment to recover. Your legs remained tightly wrapped around his waist. You looked into his eyes, and he met your gaze, his face flushed with the intensity of the action.

"You are so beautiful when you come, sorella," he said, his voice filled with emotion.

"Thank you," you replied, your smile tinged with shyness. "I'm glad I could please you."

"You please me by letting me please you," he chuckled as he gently withdrew from you, carefully placing your legs back on the floor. "Would you give me the pleasure of continuing to please you this night, sorella?" he whispered, his voice heavy with desire.

"Very much, Terzo," you replied, your desire mirrored in your eyes as you bit your lower lip. "But what about the Halloween party?"

"They won't even notice I'm not there, as they can't see who is who under the masks," he reassured you with a whisper, before capturing your lips in one more fervent, passionate kiss.

[peaches2217]

Traduzione, Per Favore?

EDIT: AO3 link!

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“What would my name be in Italian?”

Mario studied the princess’ face briefly. Her sapphire eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun, full of sincerity and curiosity; he almost wanted to make something up, something exotic-sounding yet convincing enough that those crystal eyes would shine even brighter.

But she was far too clever for that. She’d see right through him. Or worse — she would be so giddy that she’d believe him, then eagerly relay what she had learned to Luigi, and then his brother would never let him live it down. Mario, impulsive as he could be, knew how to calculate risk and reward, and that was one risk not worth taking.

“...Peach.” Uttering her name sent a chill through him that he only barely repressed— no, that felt so wrong, far more intimate than he was permitted to be with her. “Principessa Peach,” he corrected, and he pulled his cap from his head, absently fanning himself with it. It was a warm day. He could easily pass the color he felt pooling in his cheeks as a consequence of the weather.

The princess’ face fell. “Oh,” she said, soft, but curt. Her brows furrowed, and her lips gathered into a gentle pucker. Suddenly, Mario was happy he hadn’t given into his earlier temptation, because how many people had ever seen the beautiful and regal Mushroom Princess pout?

It caught him off-guard enough that he chuckled, and that in turn softened her downtrodden expression. For a moment, she graced him with a gaze full of the fondness and warmth he’d become so familiar with… and then the pout returned with an indignant force. And, of course, that only made hiding his amusement that much harder.

“Don’t look at me like that!” she chastised, though the dimples that formed in her cheeks betrayed her lack of sincere ire.

Mario, already luckier than most, supposed his day couldn’t get much better than this. 

Oh, he was so glad she had expressed interest in learning his native tongue. It was an interest she’d held for some time now, she had confessed — “It never felt right to ask,” she admitted one day, looking down as she tapped the tips of her fingers together, “since it’s one of the few things you and Luigi were able to bring from your birth world. I… felt that asking to partake in it would be overstepping.”

Mario had never seen it that way. To him, it was one more thing he could share with her. One more wall between them that didn’t seem quite so insurmountable anymore. 

Granted, he didn’t fancy himself much of a teacher, so he mostly just taught her assorted words and phrases over their bi-weekly tea and pastries (merenda, as she had learned last week; today he was greeted with an uncertain yet cheerful “Facciamo merenda!”, and were he any bolder, he would have asked her to repeat it over and over again, just for him). And as endearing as it was, the thought of the princess privately straining to overhear one of the brothers’ personal conversations just so she could enjoy the foreign melody of their otherworldly tongue, he certainly enjoyed this approach much more, and could say with certainty that she did too.

Still, as she sipped at a fresh cup of peony tea, something a hint sour lingered in her expression. 

“You’re disappointed, Princess?” he guessed. She hesitated for a moment, clearly prepared to deny the accusation, but she sighed instead and leaned back into her chair.

“It’s so silly, I know.” She shook her head with a small grin, as if in disapproval of her own behavior. “I just thought… well, I’m named after a fruit. Surely you have a word for ‘peach’.”

“Yes,” Mario agreed, pulling his hat back onto his head now that he was properly cooled, “in which case you would be Principessa Pesca. But you’re not a peach, are you? You aren’t small and round and fuzzy.”

“No,” Peach agreed in turn, “that would be you.”

The force with which she clapped her hands over her mouth sounded downright painful. 

In the ensuing silence, they gaped at one another, him in astonishment, and her in pure, stupefied horror; the white silk of her gloves only served to make her flustering features look redder still. And that did him in.

The shock of her response melted into pure mirth, and Mario buried his face into his hands, his shoulders shaking and his breath coming in gasps. “Hey, there’s a new phrase for you to practice!” he offered where he could find air. “You can tell people, ‘Il mio amico Mario è tondo e peloso, come una pesca!’” Somehow, he found himself hoping she actually would. Never had he been so delighted to be 5’1, over two-hundred pounds, and scruffier than his own father. 

And that was before the most wonderful, most heavenly sound he’d ever heard even hit his ears. Once it did—

It was like windchimes on a cold winter morning, singing out into bright and beautiful emptiness. Like laying out on the rooftop of the high-rise he and Luigi once inhabited and watching the stars, forgetting about bills and budgets and feeling for one fleeting instant like he was alone in the universe. She was laughing, really and truly laughing, bent ever so slightly forward under the weight of her amusement, eyes screwed shut and brimming with unshed tears.

Mario forgot his own amusement, even as Peach sputtered apologies and wiped at her eyes. He’d never heard her laugh. Giggle, yes, but nothing like this.

She looked up at him, eyes still brimming and squinting, face still pink with shame and humor. Her light lipstick was smudged at the corners of her mouth, and he noticed now that it stained the palm of her right hand as well. This was, to some extent, the most human she had ever looked.

A dull but urgent pain coursed through Mario’s body, and only then did he realize he’d stopped breathing.

He could die, he thought as he sucked in a breath as quietly as he could manage, he could honestly die here and now, and that thought didn’t worry him nearly as much as it should have.

“...Princess.” Mario scrambled his head for ideas. He needed to hear that laugh again. “What… what would my name be in English?”

Peach looked confused for a moment — right, it wasn’t called English here, though what it was called had escaped his memory — but she connected the dots quickly enough, and her lips began to quiver.

“...Mark?”

"Oddio!" Mario called, almost choking, because a well-meaning but sheltered Brooklynite had once suggested the brothers advertise themselves as Mark and Louis to attract more business and fewer bigots. Had Luigi told her that story?

The laughter began anew, with renewed vigor, and Mario stifled as much of it as he could into his glove just to hear hers better. It was even more wonderful the second time.

“No,” she said as the last of her giggles died down, “I can’t see you as anything but Mario. Your name is perfect as it is.”

“And yours is too!” Glancing down, Mario caught sight of a miniature tart on the tiered tray between them, lemon-flavored, from the looks of it. “You have a lovely name, Princess,” he assured her, plucking the delicacy from its resting spot. All that revelry had made him hungry again. “It needs no translation.”

“I’ve learned today that I especially like hearing you say it.” 

Mario blinked, the tart in his hand suddenly forgotten.

Peach’s eyes locked onto his and commanded his full attention. She dabbed a cloth napkin at the corners of her mouth, correcting her makeup, and smiled softly. A feeling not dissimilar to his earlier air-deprived pain returned, as though his entire abdomen were being tied into knots like a big balloon animal, though he knew for a fact he was still breathing.

“You needn’t be so formal all the time, you know,” she said. When she set her napkin back onto the table, she looked once more as she always did: perfect, as though she were carved of marble. “You are my friend.”

Was that… an invitation? Mario gulped at the thought. He knew full-well how Peach cherished him, and she in turn knew he loved her just as much (and then some, but that she would never learn about, he’d decided long ago). But she was still… and he was just…

“I’ll… keep that in mind,” he finally said, nervously glancing back to his tart, “Princess.”

The silence that fell between them as he chewed wasn’t uncomfortable, per say, but it felt oddly heavy. Something in Peach’s smile changed, and she glanced down as well. But before he had time to analyze what that change was or why it made his chest feel tight all of a sudden, she reached for the teapot sitting beside the tray.

“Now,” she said, leaning forward to fill Mario’s half-empty cup, “walk me through that last one again, please?”

Mario raised an eyebrow, because speaking through a mouthful of lemon curd would be unbecoming. He wondered for a moment if a bout of such poor manners might make Peach laugh again. 

Peach struggled through a few syllables as she refilled her own cup: “Eel-mee-oh, um, ah-mee…”

Mario made a noise of understanding, swallowing the last bite of tart and wiping the crumbs from his mustache. If he couldn’t hear her laugh again yet, he could at least hear her still-untrained accent, and that was almost as good. “Il mio amico Mario,” he started, initiating a call-and-response sort of game. And when she learned what she was saying, she laughed once more, a sound Mario knew he would be addicted to by day’s end.

Maybe one day he could return the boldness she’d shown in teasing him today. Maybe one day he could accept that invitation, could call her la mia amica Peach instead of la principessa, could really and truly feel he deserved her presence, her companionship, her friendship. 

One day, maybe.

[graceandfamily]

L’edizione 2024 esalta il “su misura” che coniuga qualità e professionalità con un omaggio all’eleganza rappresentato dagli abiti indossati dalla Principessa Grace di Monaco. Il fascino dell’eleganza che non ha tempo rivive negli scatti fotografici e negli abiti della Principessa Grace di Monaco, provenienti dalla collezione Grimaldi del Principato monegasco ed esposti nella sala privata del Casinò di Sanremo. Un omaggio ad uno dei più amati ed indimenticati simboli di glamour, che spesso visitava la Riviera dei Fiori e Sanremo e che torna nei tessuti impalpabili che ha indossato, simili a farfalle coloratissime, firmati da grandi stilisti, da Yves Saint Laurent, a Balenciaga, a Chanel, a Dior a Lanvin. Una icona di eleganza a livello internazionale, e al tempo stesso esaltare la professionalità e l’eccellenza della creatività italiana, che sa esprimere, nella qualità dei drappeggi, il perfetto equilibrio tra innovazione e professionalità, con esposizioni curate dalla storica dell’arte Federica Flore.

[critter-genfic-events]

This week, we have nine (Nein) fics featuring Forgiveness! Whether it's forgiving family, found family, or themselves, sometimes everyone needs a little more grace. Check them out below the cut, and if you like them, comment or kudos!

Grief Takes Many Forms by Multifandom_Damnation (4246,General) Warnings: None Pairings: Cassandra & Percy De Rolo

After the events of campaign one, Percy has a drink. Cassandra joins him.

Reccer says: Percy and Cassandra need to talk more, and it's great to finally get some catharsis, while still very much acting like siblings

Kill The Monster by CriticalRolemance (SoLongAndThanksForAllTheFic) (4958,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Vax & Caleb, Caleb & The Mighty Nein

Caleb and Vax have a talk. Later, Caleb kills Ikithon and imagines what getting his revenge actually means.

Reccer says: This very early (2019!) imagining of Caleb getting to kill Ikithon and finally forgive himself for killing his family is fantastic and has stuck in my head all this time

All things in Perspective by firefright (20729,Mature) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek Thelyss & Verin Thelyss

In which Verin refuses to believe Essek's death is as simple as the Dynasty wants to make it seem, and it takes meeting the Mighty Nein in person to get the answers he seeks.

Reccer says: It's got a complicated Essek and a complicated Verin

sometimes god happens fast by principessa (3674,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Deirta Thelyss & Essek Thelyss, The Mighty Nein & Essek Thelyss

The Mighty Nein listen in on a conversation between Essek and his mother

Reccer says: Deirta is often shown as a cold, unforgiving mother - it's refreshing to see a version that readily forgives her son for his treason

crawling from the battle to the other side by Solanaceae (6553,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

For a few days in the Blooming Grove, three wizards navigate gardening, atonement, and one another’s guilt

Reccer says: One of the most popular genres of fic after the finale was 'Volstruckers and Essek navigating gardening' and this is probably my favorite of the fics that came out of that. It showcases great gasp of Astrid and Wulf and their issues, as well as a phenomenal take on post-canon Essek in the aftermath of Cognouza. It's very sweet, very playful, and very emotional.

call me your destiny, call me a liar by grayintogreen (5200,General) Warnings: None Pairings: None

Lucien and Molly are split into two individuals in the wake of Cognouza's defeat. They're both coping with what that means.

Reccer says: Deals with both Molly's fears over returning vs Lucien struggling to figure out how to proceed now that he's lost everything and all the emotional struggles that entails.

a place to start by parttimemodel (1703,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Laudna & Orym

Laudna and Orym have a talk after the Solstice

Reccer says: I like fanfic that allows for moments that didn't have time to happen in the stream, and this allows Orym to forgive himself for being chosen by Fearne instead of Laudna after the Otohan fight.

Not the Needle, Nor the Thread by Operafloozy (2149,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Essek & Deirta Thelyss

A teenaged Deirta hides out at Essek's place for a few months. They get used to each other.

Reccer says: The complicated family dynamics don't get all the way to forgiveness, but it's an interesting look at Essek starting to forgive his mother for being who she is.

Rats in the Belly by icarus_chained (1705,Teen) Warnings: None Pairings: Grog & Percy

Grog thinks over the fact that Percy handed him a cursed sword

Reccer says: I love the depth if character the fic was able to give Grog while also being very in character

If you liked this rec list, follow along for more! We'll be posting a new list with a new theme each Monday. Want to make your own recs? Check out the rules, and then use the form to submit!

Next week, we're featuring your favorite canon divergent AUs - AKA, when something goes slightly differently in Exandria, and the story goes off from there.

After that, we have grief, Pike Trickfoot, and then mysteries!

If you're looking for some more, check out some fics written in the critter genfic bingo tag, or the older rec lists! Or you can request your own card and join in on the fun!

[discountdemonwarehouse]

Birthday Gift Ficlet!

Happy birthday @copias-sewer-rat, I hope your birthday was good and that you enjoy your little birthday ficlet featuring Copia!

A little spicy, so 18+, MDNI, tiny bit NSFW under the cut! ~ 1100 words

Surprise Birthday Spankings

You’d returned home to find your lights on, the brightness shining around the edges of the blinds. You hadn’t left those on when you’d gone to run errands. Slowly opening your door, you called out. “Hello?” “Buon compleanno, amore!” the familiar voice called from your kitchen. (Happy birthday, love!) “Copia?” You smiled, heading towards the small kitchen. “Sì. I, eh, I wanted to surprise you. For your birthday.” Copia stood awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen, a pointy birthday hat askew on his head, your apron covering his burgundy tracksuit and bearing a few tomatoy handprints. A smile tugged at your lips. He looked like a dork, but he was your dork. You leaned in and gave him a peck on the cheek. “Supper will be done soon, okiedokie? Go relax.” He gestured to the adjacent living room. “Put this in the fridge for me, please? Thank you.” You handed him the few items you’d picked up at the corner store to celebrate your birthday, expecting to be alone on the weeknight, but celebrating later with friends on the weekend. Copia peeked into the bag, spotting the microwave dinner, favourite drink and a six pack of cupcakes. He clucked his tongue in disapproval. “It’s a good thing I came to save you, eh birthday girl?” He smirked, making your heart skip a beat. You laughed a little, “Yeah, I suppose so. Are we staying in?” “Oh, sì. I want you all to myself.” “Wonderful, I’m going to get comfy then!”

Having changed into comfortable clothing, you settled on the couch and turned on some music. A few balloons floated above the coffee table, their colourful ribbons tied to a small vase of your favourite flowers. You didn’t even know Copia had known what those were, but his attention to detail put another smile on your face. “Put on your hat, tesoro. I refuse to be the only one wearing one!” Copia called from the kitchen. Your eyes fell on the coffee table, finding a ridiculous birthday tiara waiting for you, alongside the balloons. Reaching out you picked it up and put it on your head. “Is my principessa ready for her surprise supper?” “I am!” You answered excitedly. Copia carried out two plates, still wearing the hat askew on his hair and the apron. He presented the food with a flourish – raviolis in the shape of dinosaurs graced the plate, the dough dyed green and pink. “Rawr!” Copia said proudly, doing a little T-rex arms pose as he waited for your reaction. “They’re adorable!” You popped one into your mouth, the flavours bursting on your tongue as you chewed. You loved his cooking. “And also delicious! Thank you, Copia!” He fetched drinks for both of you, then draped the apron over the back of the couch before sitting beside you, cuddling up to you to eat. “Anything for my birthday girl.” He turned on the TV, queuing up something. “And your favourite  movie while we eat, hm?” “You spoil me,” you grinned.

The food eaten, and the movie finished, you were snuggled comfortably against Copia’s chest with his arms around you. Your birthday hat had only poked him in the face twice before he’d jokingly moved it to the side of your face, and you’d left it there, being equally silly. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I hate to disturb you, tesoro, but it’s time for dessert.” You shifted so he could stand, missing his warmth as he went to the kitchen. He’d turned out the living room lights on his way, and a short time later he re-entered the room carrying a cake with a few candles. His voice washed over you as he slowly moved closer, his mismatched eyes sparkled at you from behind the candles. “Tanti auguri a te… tanti auguri a te… tanti auguri felici… tanti auguri a te.” He set the cake in front of you on the table, sliding the vase and balloons away. “Happy birthday, amore. Make a wish!” You thought for a moment, making your wish, then blew out the candles, the only light left coming from the other room. “What did you wish for?” Copia asked playfully. “I can’t tell you, then it won’t come true!” You stuck your tongue out at him. He grinned at you, then went back to the kitchen for plates. The cake was your favourite from a local bakery, and decorated very prettily. You pulled out a candle, cleaning the icing off the bottom and savouring the taste. Soon you were both snuggled up again, eating your cake.

His hand drifted lazily along your back, your pieces of cake long since finished. “This is the best birthday,” you murmured happily, your cheek pressed against his Vulgari tee shirt, his scent teasing you. “Really? I’m glad. But it’s not over just yet.” You looked up at him. “No?” “No. I have one more surprise…” You raised a brow at him and he smirked, sitting up straighter. “Over my knee, amore.” “What?” you laughed. “It’s time for your, eh, birthday spankings.” “Birthday spankings?!” “Sì,” he said with utmost seriousness. “And a pinch to grow an inch.” “Oh, sure,” you laughed some more, slipping down over his lap, expecting a few light taps at most if he was at all serious. You did not, however, expect him to suddenly bare your ass to his gaze and hands.

He squeezed one ass cheek firmly, growling quietly with approval before that hand moved to press gently on your lower back to steady you. “I believe it’s one spank per year, sì? Count for me, tesoro.” He commanded softly. His hand fell rhythmically and solidly, first on one cheek, then the other, alternating. The sting was delicious and left your ass tingling warmly, stirring up other feelings elsewhere. You dutifully counted as he spanked you, interrupted occasionally with small gasps or moans at the sensations he was causing. Reaching your age, he stopped, rubbing your butt tenderly. “And your pinch to grow an inch!” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he pinched a tender spot at the curve of your buttocks, making you yelp. He laughed, pulling you up for a kiss. You could taste the cake and him, a delicious combination that was driving your need for him even more. He broke away first, resting his forehead on yours and his hands cupping your reddened ass. “Happy birthday. The rest of the surprise is in the bedroom, amore.” “The rest of it?!” You squeaked. He grinned devilishly in response. “You may not have grown an inch with that pinch, but I have grown several.”

~~~~

Happy birthday again!!!

[poiscnivyism]

Please share more about your OC that you ship with Black Mask! I have an OC that I ship with him too 🖤. I just love hearing about other peoples OCs.

Oh gosh ... I never got an ask before or let alone about my OC with Black Mask 🤣 sorry it took a bit to get back to you—!

I consider it almost an honor since I rotate around in his tag from time to time. Uhm, I share a lot about her, in a server, and hopefully ... I can share her somewhere out there one day (like on an art instagram).

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Her name is Noemi Valentino.

Noemi is a heiress of the Valentino Crime Family, back in her own hometown of Italy. She came to Gotham after the passing of her father, and don of the family. Noemi lives a relatively sheltered life younger after her mother's death, and it was done so for her own protection.

Therefore, when the reins were tossed over to her ... she was burdened by a lot of responsibilities she couldn't take nor handle. Likewise, she heard about Gotham from one of her supposed friends, and thought a city infested with crime or where the criminals rule ... would be just the ideal place for her! As her organization incurred a lot of losses, due to some steadfast and unwise decisions made by her (tee-hee).

So she relegated a lot of the work to her family's consigliere ... and just packed up her bags—before she was off, with her toy poodle in tow!

Most people see Gotham as this dreary, and terrible place ... well Noemi sees it as an 'opportunity' to start anew; and maybe a bit of an ecapism too.

Most people see it as hell. While to Noemi, it's just heaven. Or close to it.

Then, when she saw the devil himself ... while partying, and getting down in one of his finest clubs—next to two new friends she made. Well, the devil might saw her as this enchanting 'pink' angel gracing his dance floor ... and perhaps leered a little too close at some of her curves too.

Noemi can't help to flush a little when they, at last, made eye contact.

That's how Noemi met Black Mask ... or Roman Sionis.

When I said pink earlier, I mean literally pink, Noemi is a satirical take on those y2k ditzy blonde rich girl stereotypes ... except she's quite intelligent, and shrewd herself. Think of Elle Woods, she takes after Elle a lot, and hence why she has a purse dog too—his name is Giovanni or Gio by the way.

She also based on a lot on Barbie too!

(art by sirshiba)

She's a talented polyglot with over 10+ languages under her belt, and acted as a translator, on the behalf of father, when engaged with the yakuza or any organized crime group from aboard.

Given that Sionis's previous translator just quit—or was it wound up dead? Noemi filled their previous spot quite quick after a while in their relationship.

Of course, Roman would have disingenuous, malicious intentions for the heiress, in mind ... and heard all about her family just when she stepped foot in Gotham. Though, who is to say that she isn't using him with the same goal, in mind? Figuring out more about him too ...

It was a relationship that just happened after a few private encounters in a V.I.P. booth. Typical of Sionis to see other people on the side besides Noemi too ... and who is to say she wasn't doing that as well? That was their 'situation-ship' phase, and his soon growing possessiveness or jealousy over her will only begin to ramp up along the way ...

How they are relationship-wise? This verse Roman is largely inspired by Judd Winick's writing of him in Under the Red Hood, and alongside, his Arkham Origins portrayal too. Just taking away that voice and suit alone ... (and I also base him on the characters Robert de Niro played in Scorsese's films such as Goodfellas, and Casino too).

(note: roman's skull face is permeant in canon, and this is for illustrative purposes)

Therefore, Roman harbor that dry humor and sense of sarcasm about him like in the comic, and he always end up in nonsensical or outrageous situations ... thanks to the principessa no less. As she may redecorate all his office with ribbons, deck out the living room with bows or pull something similar—their relationship is more of a morbid comedic couple, and a satire too.

Some of it is Noemi's nonchalance to Roman's penchant for violence, and his 'unsightly' past time ... for traitors or rivals.

At first, he thought she would be squeamish, but she surprisingly held no reaction as she just blinks at him back.

It turns out ... she seen a lot of fucked up shit as a kid she shouldn't have, and been snooping around in her family cellars.

They're quite ... match made in hell, aren't they?

How did she manage to go unscathed? We'll never know ... but what we do know for sure—her family is a pretty big deal back home! Given what they did in those cellars for example ...

Despite all that, Noemi has a gray moral compass ... and can be swayed to do the right thing. She may not like it when Roman takes it out on his henchmen or two as she attempts to placate him once they're downed—since they had enough!

While Roman harbor the '✨️ I can make her worst ✨️' mentality ... and trying to discern what kind of mask she's wearing. But she's a little hard to read for him at times—that what intrigues him further. As he tries to pick her brain apart, while she lovingly likes to have the 'I can fix him' mentality by perhaps gaslighting him every now and then ...

Going back to the point about her being so overly pink, uhm yup ... Roman doesn't get that either, and like Jesus—she's obsessed with it! It's driving him nuts at times ...

Again, offering a playful contrast between the two ... and an intriguing dynamic to play out.

(Though, that dog of hers can be a handful sometimes ...)

[j3rs3yg1rl]

On This Lovely Bella Notte

One starry evening in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario was visiting Peach at the castle. However, Mario had been plotting something and Toad was in on it.

"I'm telling you… it will be perfect!" Mario declared confidently.

"Uh-huh… and you don't think they'll recognize you?" Peach replied somewhat skeptically.

"Trust me, this disguise is perfection!" The red plumber countered with a wave of his hand.

Mario had on traditional Italian garb from the old country. He straightened the hat and his embroidered bolero jacket then reached for his mandolin.

"Right… and you're doing this again, why exactly?"

"Just looking out for my baby brother is all!"

Mario then looked over at Toad nodding his head toward the door. "Alright Toad! Let's a go!"

Peach smirked with a shake of her head and returned to reading her book.

Luigi and Daisy walked arm in arm into the lovely restaurant overlooking Toad Town. Luigi dressed to the nines in a very dark charcoal gray pinstripe suit and matching fedora with green felt trim, green silk tie and monogram of his L initial on his tie clip, and a midnight blue dress shirt. Daisy was stunningly dressed in a curve fitting gold evening gown, with orange puffed chiffon straps off her shoulders. Her hair was done up with daisies in a ponytail that allowed elegant waves to flow down to just above her shoulders while her bangs hugged her sweetheart face.

The blooming couple were escorted to the outdoor patio where a table gleaming with candlelight awaited. There was a gorgeous view of the night sky with Peach’s castle out on the horizon.

Ever the gentleman, Luigi pulled out the chair for Daisy. Once she was seated, he sat beside her, stealing a kiss from her hand as he did. Luigi then removed his hat and lifted the menu. After they ordered and their wine glasses were filled, they took a moment to take in the evening sights.

“Luigi, this is so perfect! You didn’t have to do any of this for me.” Daisy’s eyes filled with excitement and wonder.

“Fiore mio, I would do anything for you. This is your night principessa.” Luigi smiled tenderly, gazing into the eyes of his beloved flower princess.

The desert bloom giggled softly. “Oh Sweetie!” She nuzzled Luigi’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. The green plumber could feel his heart racing and the sound of her gentle laughter made him swoon.

As the entree, spaghetti and meatballs, was brought to their table, a rather odd pair followed behind the server. The sweethearts did not notice them at first. However, once the server left and the pair began to enjoy their shared meal, music started to reverb around them.

Appearing before the charming plumber and lovely princess was a musical duo. They seemed awfully familiar to Luigi. Upon closer inspection, he clearly saw through the disguises of Mario and Toad. He thought he might just have died right there. How could Mario do this to him? Was he trying to embarrass him in front of Daisy? The younger green twin tried to hide his face.

“Oh this is the night It’s a beautiful night And we call it-a Bella Notte”

Mario strummed his mandolin and crooned with a thicker, more exaggerated accent than he normally had to the turtle doves seated before him. Toad, wearing a fake thin handlebar mustache, accompanied on accordion. Much to Luigi’s surprise, Daisy was giggling so sweetly. She enjoyed every moment of her friends’ performance. With the grace of a delicate blossom, she lifted her fork, encouraging Luigi to join her in partaking in their meal.

“Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this-a lovely-a Bella Notte”

Mario continued to serenade the lovebirds, circling around their table. Daisy watched Mario in amusement as he swayed to the music. She glanced back to Luigi and saw he was still slightly on edge. She took his hand in hers, gazing warmly into his eyes. Luigi felt himself relax ever so slightly. His brother’s voice now blended to the background as if it were coming from a radio.

“Side by side with your loved one You’ll a-find enchantment a-here”

He and Daisy continued to share the plate of pasta before them. Luigi took a more audible slurp of the pasta noodle in his mouth. Daisy, in a rare display of her ladylike manner, took a quieter slurp of the pasta noodle which managed to bop her on the nose. They shared a sweet smile before taking another bite.

The noodle that the pair were eating slowly revealed itself as a single strand. Before they knew it, their lips touched ever so lightly. Both pulled away and were blushing profusely. As a loving gesture, Luigi used his fork to push a meatball towards Daisy’s side of the plate. Their eyes remain focused on each other, unconditional love emitting from their gaze.

“The night will-a weave it’s magic a-spell When the one you love is near”

Mario saw this adorable display and winked at his little brother. This seemed to have given Luigi the confidence he needed. He titled Daisy’s chin up in the most tender way, gently gazing into her eyes. He poured his own heart into the melody as he sang along, his own accent coming through as he harmonized.

“For this is the night And the Heaven’s are a-right On this lovely Bella Notte”

Princess Daisy and Luigi finished their romantic dinner and now found themselves strolling through the nearby park. Hand in hand, they walked up the pathway toward a fountain. It seemed everywhere they went tonight, they could still hear the song from earlier in their heads.

The park was not quite deserted. Some of the charming little Toads had been out for their own evening stroll either with family or their significant other. Fireflies floated around giving the pathway a warm glow.

The princess and the plumber both hummed the romantic melody, lost in the trance of each other’s presence. As Daisy hummed the melody, Luigi hummed the harmony. By the time they reached the fountain, there was no doubt that their deep friendship had blossomed into everlasting love. The green knight took his lady’s hand, raised it to his lips, and placed another tender kiss upon her dainty fingers.

“Fiore mio, thank you for allowing me to treat you to this Bella Notte. You’ve been by my side all this time. Now it’s your turn to shine. I’m more than honored and privileged to be here for you. Princess Daisy, I love you. I want us to continue adventuring together. If you’ll have me, that is…” Luigi blushed darkly, he was a deeper shade of crimson than his older brother’s attire.

“Oh Sweetie…” Daisy was speechless. Did Luigi just ask what she thought he asked? She felt her heart soar. “I love you too!” She cried and happily leapt into Luigi’s embrace, flinging her arms around his neck. “I’ve waited so long for this! Of course I’ll have you! I love you so much!!!”

The knightly green plumber and the floral desert princess shared their first kiss under the soft glow of moonlight and fireflies. The now official couple cherished the beginning of their newly bloomed relationship as the Steady Sweeties. Daisy could not help but imagine what the future held for them. Luigi proved to be quite the romantic in how he asked her to be his girlfriend. She dreamed of how amazing it would be when her charming green cutie of a boyfriend finally asks her to marry him. Tango Tanglers has a nice ring to it!

[copiousloverofcopia]

🦇💗Today is a very special day, my ghestie @sistersaccharine birthday! 💗🦇

I am honored that she chose to be my friend Holiday commission letter from Papa Iv to her OC Saccharine on her birthday!

She said it was ok to share with you all so here is the full commission including the letter and the special designs I do for it!

I am so glad you liked it ghestie and happy birthday Sister!

Mia Principessa,

Though it has only been a few hours since I left you, sleeping so soundly in our shared bed, I already miss you. Today, along with all those who live within the Abbey, we shall celebrate your birthday. The ghouls and siblings alike, singing your praises and showering you with gifts fit for Lucifer himself. They have all been working, along with the girls, so hard to make this day as perfect as you. 

Primo has assured me that nothing but his most impressive blossoms will grace the tables and Secondo has agreed to help the ghouls with the entertainment. Even Rain and Sunshine have been working together on a piece of music written just for you…but don’t let them know I told you… I will never hear the end of it.  

Even Terzo is planning something special for you. Along with the help of Nova and the rest of the ghoulettes. I can only imagine what they have come up with. I too have something I am dying to show you. Something I picked out many months ago in preparations for today. 

I cannot wait to see the beautiful smile on your face and the glow in your cheeks when you see it. The moment I saw it I knew it was absolutely perfect for you—just like you. You know cara you are so very much loved and appreciated here. Truly a Sister that is cherished by her fellow siblings and the Ministry as a whole. 

Oh my sweet cara…I am forever grateful for this day and in truth for your parents. Had it not been for their love and the blessed events of this day some years ago, I would have never met the love of my life. I owe my happiness, my life, and my everything to them—to you amore. 

I cannot wait to show you the lemon cheesecake cake that Gnocchi, Rigatoni, and myself managed to bake for you. It took particularly an eternity for me to figure out how to do a water bath correctly. I am not proud to admit that I went through quite a few tries before I finally got it. Aether must be sick after eating all the rubbery custard mistakes I made. If I am being honest, the Abbey chef may never allow me back in the kitchen again after this with all the mess we made. Even so, it was all worth it for you. I am looking forward to hearing what you think when you taste it. Though I must admit that I prefer the way you taste above all else.

I long to hold you, to kiss you, to take you back to our bed so that I may worship you as the goddess you are. But for now we must wait, allow the others to  have had their chance to celebrate you. Afterward, however, you shall be all mine once again. A moment for which I will be counting every second until. Happy Birthday my beautiful Saccharine. See you tonight in the Great Hall my love. Until then…

Your loving Husband,

-C

**if you would like your own, please see the link below or my pinned post for my commission info!**

[kmp78]

"This is VK all over again which means..."

I don't agree with that. With Val there was real passion, desire, lust and *gasp* love and commitment. Something like that you can rekindle which we've seen for almost a decade. A situationship which at best times was never more than lukewarm, you can't. Once the appeal that attracted has worn off. It's done. I think Thinster just got her place in the ranks of NR, AK, Lola etc. Forever hung up on him and times long past. Good enough to drool over him in the VIP section at shows and every once in the blue moon graced with a summons to keep him company when no one else's available. Doubt there was any hot and steamy lovemaking happening, where the two fucked their brains out all night. If for whatever reason, he was super horny and craved a different touch than that of his own hand. GTGT was lucky enough to suck him off in a restroom stall in whatever etablissement they ended up in. He came after 2 minutes, zipped his 🍆 back in and sauntered off to his seat like nothing happened. While she was left to scramble back up on her feet and wash her mouth out at the sink. And maybe just maybe for a split second there, she realized she got played by him once again. More than likely she's so emotionally bamboozled in her googly-eyed love haze, she just agreed to be his entourage at a couple of tour dates and let's him show-pony her at the Brooklyn gig to all of our delight. He more than likely planted his ass on the couch or bed after being tucked in by Nana, one hand down his PJs scratching his balls while the other cradled a bucket of popcorn watching UFC and at 9pm sharp La Principessa laid his head on his buckwheat pillow for 8h of sleep while blissfully dreaming of sold-out arenas. That outing is not the great rekindling of their situationship and renaissance of #Jeauty some make it out to be. That's not love or caring for each other, it's transactional.

Good lord...😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

That was a wild ride! 😂🙌

And now I´m depressed for all involved... 😭

[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Tira Columbina

Her hair

Her face

"I'm a doll alright, but I'm either a Barbie or an Annabelle. Depends on how you treat me."

Character Profile

Name: Tiramisù Psyche Columbina

Nicknames: Tira (by everyone), Apricot head, Principessa (By Gelato, Illuso and Formaggio) Woman (Ghiaccio), Dolcezza (by Melone), Bedda (by Risotto). Sweetie Baby, Darlin, Sugar, Honey, Pumpkin, Angel (all by Formaggio.) Barbie girl.

Ti (by La Squadra) Tesoro, Amore, Amore Mia, Bambola bambina, Gattina, Bellissima, Cara, Cucciola, Coniglietta (all by La Squadra). Sis, Big sister, Little sister (by her brothers). Puppet master, Puppeteer, The Jill-of-all trades (herself), Tomboy. The Doll of La Squadra Esecuzioni.

Race: Human

Age: 24

Gender: Female

Appearance: Tira has apricot orange back-length hair with two cat ear like buns, two strands frame her face, orchid purple eyes and a petite build. She stands 153 cm and has freckles freckles covering her body.

Clothing: She wears a black lace up bustier top with ribbon straps, the front has white rose design on the center, and pink gradient asymmetrical ballet skirt. Underneath she wears black spandex shorts, black thigh highs with bridal garters and black ankle strap ballet flats. She usually wears a pink cardigan over her outfit and silver small hoop earrings.

Personality: Tira is a joyful, independent person who enjoys little things like dolls and small animals. She moves to her own beat and passionate of her hobbies, one example is practicing her ballet on roof tops for better balance.

Tira is a highly kind, outgoing person who sees the best in everyone while remaining objective enough to recognize both their shortcomings and strengths. She is kind to everyone she meets, and is generally sympathetic.

Tira maintains an affectation of grace and innocence, both as the way she was raised and uses it as a shield to get her opponents to lower their guard with her. Once people get to know her well enough, Tira is a fearless, extremely adept stand user who typically uses her opponents like marionettes beneath the careful presentation of ladylike demeanor.

Tira has demonstrated that she is a complex individual as a result of growing up with ten brothers, each of them had a distinctive personality. As a result, she can easily speak with any of them and assist them in their daily tasks. She's often called 'tomboy' due to having masculine traits despite behaving extremely feminine.

Tira takes every challenge extremely seriously and is results-driven because she is used to friendly rivalry in her family. Her determination and stubbornness are to be feared when someone faces her. She's rational and keeps a calm under pressure, no matter how much it is.

Despite her sweet and good-naturedness, she can be absolutely vicious if any of her loved ones are in danger or if she gets to be mistaken for a child. Another way to get on her bad side is to trying to steal or destroy her doll collection.

She's one of the few people who are not afraid of La Squadra Esecuzioni, never afraid to keep them in check. Even slapping them in the back of their heads, she also loves to tease them.

Nationality: Italian and Greek.

Languages spoken: Italian, Greek, French, Spanish, Russian and English.

Items: Owns two rapiers and cat brass knuckles.

History:

Favorite Movie: The Blair Witch Project, Child's Play and The Turning Point.

Favorite Song: Are You Satisfied? and How To Be a Heartbreaker.

Favorite Food: Tiramisu, Strawberries and cream, Baklava, Saganaki, and Casoncelli.

Other?:

Has a collection of dolls, ranging from porcelain to Barbies.

She took up fencing and Taekwondo after completing her ballet and sometimes fuses them together. She's also good in boxing and Greco-Roman and freestyle wrestling.

She likes to buy old dolls and give them makeovers. She even as a day shop in selling them.

She's skilled in lockpicking and able drop her pulse to zero (but only for 60 seconds).

She preforms puppet opera and sometimes entertains the children in the park.

She is the middle child of ten brothers, her family owns an inn in Santorini.

Ironically loathes the Aqua's Barbie.

Is surprisingly strong and fast for her stature.

Able to make smoke and stinks bombs. Notably skilled in making cherry bombs.

Has survival skills thanks to her grandfather.

She's both business and psychology. She also became La Squadra's unpaid therapist.

It's possible that half of the dolls she owns are haunted.

Her hair is often used as a pillow whenever La Squadra is out.

All her brothers are named after Greek heroes

She's a doll and plushie maker, and made dolls of La Squadra. Speaking of which, the boys work at her store as the pay was good and they get free left over snacks.

Her first name came from the Lover of Eros, her middle from a dessert and her surname came from Commedia dell'arte

Stand Profile

Stand Name: Marina

Stand Type: Close-range stand

Ability: Her main ability is to use blood to control the motor functions of others against their will as if they were a marionette. She has the ability to propel her victims across short distances as well as lift and hold them in the air. Tira can also crush or interfere with a victim's internal organs, as well as to temporarily knock numerous persons out of their senses.

When using Electra Heart, Marina can direct the blood flow through particular areas of the body. She has to get nearer to her target, they start to vomit and choke on their own blood, and claw themselves to the point of peeling off their skin. At worse, their ribcages pop out, breaking apart and tearing their flesh and give a view of their heart and lungs, their heart pump so fast they literally explode and soon the rest of the organs follow.

Her sub-skill is that she's able to heal or regenerate others by just using hers or their blood. Major injuries require her own blood to ensure proper healing.

Appearance: A beautiful Victorian porcelain doll. She has black hair styled in loose ringlets held by a black and red feather headpiece and blue eyes and wearing red lipstick. She wears a red lace up midi corset Victorian dress with black outlines and black ruffles on the bottom, black low-heeled shoes and a black and red choker. Has an unnerving smile when attacking.

Personality: Mostly silent and still but maternal and affectionate to Tira and those close to her. She likes to do domestic chores, finding the mundaneness of it relaxing, but will slap anyone if they become sexist about it.

True to her appearance, she behaves in a polite, dignified, and graceful way. She likes to orderly and neat, keeping her and Tira constantly groomed and dislikes messes, notably from La Squadra.

She can be ruthless if Tira is threatened, albeit calm and calculated, and likes to play pranks if feeling mischievous. Her favorite targets are Formaggio and Ghiaccio.

Stats

Destructive Power: A

Range: C (5-15 METERS)

Speed: B

Durability: B

Precision: B

Development Potential: A

Stand Cry: She just giggles

Other?:

Her name came from MARINA or Marina and the Diamonds.

She likes to him jump scare the team except Risotto and Prosciutto.

Tira and Melone likes to dress her up.

She likes to style Tira's hair.

Marina uses puppet strings as whips.

[xtoariadnesdarklightx]

Tanti auguri al mio raggio di sole

In einem der schlimmsten Momente meines Lebens, bist du in mein Leben getreten. Du bist es, die die Hoffnung zurück in mein Leben gebracht hat, nicht durch ein Wort, auch durch keine Geste, sondern mit deinem ganzen Sein. Merida, wenn ich Hoffnung zeichnen müsste, würde ich dein Gesicht zeichnen.

Das Leben ist bunter und leichter für mich geworden, das Essen ist süßer und herzhafter für mich geworden, die Luft ist reiner und frischer für mich geworden. Merida, für mich ist durch dich, alles intensiver geworden und nicht nur für mich, sondern für jedes Mitglied unserer Familie. Dein Blick, dein Lächeln, dein Anblick, dein wundervolles Lachen, Babygirl, du nimmst die Lasten von meinen Schultern und du bist die größte Inspiration meines Lebens. Ohne dich gäbe es AGMC nicht, du hast Grace und mir den fehlenden Mut geschenkt. Das tust du, wenn etwas fehlt, fügst du es hinzu. Egal wie aussichtslos eine Situation auch erscheint, ich denke an dich und weiß, dass ich da raus komme, wie könnte es anders sein? Ich bin die Mutter der Hoffnung. Ich bin die Mutter eines so besonderen kleinen Mädchen, wobei kann ich dich noch klein nennen? Du siehst das Gute in den Menschen und in den Situationen, all das Schlechte siehst du nicht, du nimmst es nicht wahr. Ich finde so viel von mir in dir, auch Dinge, die ich mit der Zeit verloren habe, durch das Leben was ich geführt habe, durch die Dinge die mir passiert sind, aber bei dir werde ich es nicht zulassen. Die Welt wird dir niemals etwas wegnehmen, denn ich bin deine Mutter, ich werde dich beschützen.

Du bist noch so jung und hast schon so viel in dieser zu oft grausamen Welt verbessert. Wie wird deine Wirkung auf die Welt erst sein, wenn du eine Erwachsene bist? Ich werde immer an deiner Seite stehen, ich werde mit dir zusammen für jeden noch so kleinen Traum kämpfen. Ich werde jede Idee verwirklichen, ich werde alle Farbnuancen finden, die du dir für deinen Schmuck wünscht. Ich werde dich halten, ich werde dich fangen, ich werde dir beistehen. Babygirl, was dein Herz auch begehrt, ich werde es dir geben und wenn es etwas ist, was es noch nicht gibt, werde ich es Realität werden lassen. Es gibt keine Grenzen, keine Hindernisse. Ich werde alles tun, für das Strahlen in deinen Augen.

Merida Hope Chartier, mi hai salvato la vita più di una volta e lo sai, sei ogni raggio di sole, sei ogni arcobaleno, principessa, sei la luce, ma soprattutto sei la speranza in un mondo dove la gente ha smesso di credere nella speranza. Hai capito cosa sei? Sei la salvezza di questo mondo, ma io sono egoista, perché tu sei mia. Sei la mia salvezza, sei la mia speranza, sei la mia bambina ed io non voglio condividerti..

..sei così bellissima. Lo so, non vuoi sentirtelo dire, però sei molto più bella di me. Merida, ti amo più di ogni cosa.

"Mamma, war ich nicht süß?" - du bist es noch. Das süßeste Mädchen der Welt.

Mein süßes Mädchen. Buon compleanno principessa del mio regno 🩷

[graceandfamily]

Oriana Fallaci racconta Grace Kelly

La vita segreta della principessa di Monaco raccontata dalla giornalista Oriana Fallaci per il settimanale L'Europeo (1958).

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