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captaingrebelguf · 1 year

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Bedtime

Well now that @copiousloverofcopia outted me, I figured I would share my rambles based on her depiction of Terzo and his Prime Mover (so my selfish ass can see them all in one place).

All credit goes to this one ➡ @copiousloverofcopia ⬅️ She's lovely and I think the world of her.

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

Anyway.

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Terzo paused in the hallway of the Ministry, gently letting his head loll back. He was fighting against his sleep-deprived mind, but his eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier. He’d been searching for his firstborn and older brother for the past 10 minutes, walking aimlessly up and down the halls searching for them. When Primo had offered to watch Mena for a few hours and give the new parents a break from their daughter, he thought the older man would grow weary of her and return her at some point. Once it started to grow late, Alé had to remind Terzo they were missing a family member and ordered he go track her down while she fed their son.

It’d been three weeks since Dante joined their family, and while Terzo was absolutely smitten with him, he was beyond exhausted. He admired how easily his Prime Mover was adapting to these changes and remaining so graceful. Terzo on the other hand felt like he was losing his mind. The family of four had been trying to get back into some sort of routine: making sure Alé was getting the help she needed with their son, trying to keep Mena busy and involved as a new big sister, and Terzo failing miserably at his papal duties. He was thankful his brothers made no qualms about picking up his slack; including babysitting his daughter.

Terzo shook his head to wake himself up and continued on with his quest. After no success checking a few more rooms, he finally passed by the dimly-lit living room and halted his step. He spun on his heel and stuck his head through the door frame, sighing at his brother and daughter huddled over the coffee table with tiny packets scattered all about.

“Come along, tesoro,” Terzo groaned, holding out his hand for Mena, “We need to get you into bed before Mama starts looking for the both of us.”

“No! Zio said I could help!” Mena insisted, crossing her arms and kicking the side of the couch with her bare feet, ready for a fight. Primo’s lips thinned into a tight line as he tossed an apologetic glance at his younger brother and placed a gentle hand on the toddler’s feet to cease the kicking. Terzo let out a sigh and gave his brother an exasperated, pleading look. Primo couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such dark circles under his brother’s eyes .

“I believe we let time get away from us a little, wouldn’t you agree, donnina?” Primo asked his niece. Mena, obviously starting to learn from her father’s dramatics, crossed her arms tighter and turned away from the two men.

“No!” she argued, “I want to help Zio!”

Terzo closed his eyes before Primo could see the twitch in his eye develop, accepting defeat against his child. He entered the room and sat down in the high-backed armchair near the crackling fireplace. He rested his eyelids and sunk into the cushion, resigning himself to be found by his wife; even if it may come with some not-so-gentle scolding.

“Come stai, fratellino?” Primo questioned as he handed Mena a packet of heirloom cucumber seeds. Mena uncrossed her arms and hugged the seed packet to her heart, beaming up at her doting uncle as he returned the warm smile.

“Sono morto dentro,” Terzo replied in a low tone, rotating his face towards the warmth. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore his brother’s blatant efforts to absolutely spoil his child.

“Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti,” Primo warned, continuing to sort through his seed packets, making mental notes as he prepared for next spring’s growing season. Mena watched her uncle move around the tempting parcels, as she grasped out her small hand for an additional seed packet, babbling away to no one in particular.

“Mai,” Terzo scoffed, crossing his legs and giving into his exhaustion.

“Terzo Emeritus!” Alessandra chided from the doorway, holding a wiggling Dante in her arms. Her dark locks up in a messy bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and her robe stained with a hint of dried spit-up; yet still exuding the same confidence (and irritation at her husband) she always had.

Terzo shot forward from his chair like a deer in some headlights. He clutched his chest as his lover stared daggers at him, “Alé, cara mia, I swear we were coming right up!”

Mena haphazardly launched herself off the couch towards her mother, Primo holding his hands up behind her to catch her from landing on the coffee table. Mena scurried towards her mother, raising her hands up to her brother, “Hi, Dante! Hi Mama!”

Alé moved their son into the crook of her left arm as she took her free hand to stroke her daughter’s hair, pulling into a hug, “Mena, help me get your Papa to bed. He clearly needs his sleep.”

Terzo defeatedly sighed and held his hands out towards his wife, motioning towards their son. Alé took Mena’s hand and shuffled her way to Terzo. Alessandra dipped down to allow Terzo to remove Dante from her arm. He placed Dante on his chest and kissed the crown of his head. Despite the new challenges, he couldn’t be happier. Motherhood suited his beautiful Prime Mover perfectly, he hoped he was doing enough to have her see the same in him.

“Don’t cook the baby,” Alé teased, pulling Mena up to her hip. A small smile tugged on his face as he soothingly rubbed Dante’s back. Ale took her free hand and ran her fingers through Terzo’s mane, “Seriously, bed time.”

Mena buried her tiny face into her mother’s chest and yawned, “Mama, I helped Zio.”

Primo began to rise, having reached a good ending point for the evening, “And what an incredible helper she was. Good conversation, too.”

“Thank you, Primo. I really am so grateful to have you here to help,” Alé gently swayed, trying to settle Mena. She gave Primo a genuine, soft smile. She felt so much more at ease knowing her children had him as a role model in their lives.

Primo smiled and placed a hand on Mena’s back, “Always a pleasure. Anything for my nipoti. Fratellino, vai a letto.”

Primo gave Alessandra’s arm a gentle squeeze and wished sweet dreams to his niece and nephew. As he began to exit, he shot another stern glance at his brother. One Terzo remembered as a ‘get your ass in gear or else’ look from his childhood. With that, Primo silently glided out of the room and down the hall to his own quarters.

Terzo sighed and lifted himself off the armchair. He rolled his neck about, as a yawn escaped his lips. He shifted Dante from his chest into his arms, the infant stirred for a second before closing his eyes again and falling back to sleep. Terzo teasingly bumped his hip against Alé’s, gazing at the two beautiful children they created, “Pronta, sorella?”

“Sì, Papa,” Alessandra rolled her eyes. She turned to exit the room, cradling a sleeping Mena to her chest, with Terzo and Dante following closely behind. The family of four made their way down the dim halls of the Ministry, passing by a few ghouls seemingly being afflicted by night zoomies. The ghouls skittered about, greeting their Papa and his family before sprinting down the hall, poorly hiding a can of whipped cream they snagged from the fridge.

“We’re going to need more arms,” Terzo lamented as he opened the door to their wing. He motioned for Alessandra to enter first.

“More arms for what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Alé headed into Mena’s room with Terzo trailing behind her.

“When we have six of these things running around falling asleep all over the Abbey, we’re going to need more arms,” he replied nonchalantly.

“HA!” Alé belted as she lowered Mena into her bed, causing Dante to start to fuss. Terzo began swaying side-to-side, trying to get the child to fall back asleep, giving Alé a cheeky smile. Alé tucked the blankets around their firstborn and kissed her forehead.

Terzo kneeled down beside his daughter’s bed and kissed her forehead, “Dormi bene, mio tesoro.”

Alé rested her head against Terzo’s shoulder as they watched their daughter sleep, “I think we’re doing pretty OK.”

“Sì, sì,” Terzo nodded his head. He nuzzled his face into his Prime Mover’s neck, gently nipping her jawline, “Now, what do you say we get this one to his own bed and start working on number three?”

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this: you’re never touching me again,” she scoffed, standing up and walking out to go collapse in their king-sized bed.

Terzo sighed defeatedly as he looked down at Dante’s sleeping face, “Prometto, your Mama is actually crazy about me.”

Translations:

Tesoro -- Treasure

Zio -- Uncle

Donnina -- Little woman

Come stai, fratellino? -- How are you doing, little brother?

Sono morto dentro. -- I am dead inside.

Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti. -- I hope you have no regrets.

Mai. -- Never.

Nipoti -- niece/nephew

Vai a letto -- Go to bed

Pronta, sorella? -- Ready, sister?

Dormi bene, mio tesoro -- Sleep well, my treasure

Prometto -- I promise

#ghost band #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #Terzo X Alessandra #Terzo X Alé #fanfiction of a fanfiction #terzo x ale #prime mover #prime mover alessandra #terzo as a dad #dad terzo #daddy terzo #ghost fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ghostband #copiousloverofcopia's characters

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copias-girl · 11 months

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Happy Father’s Day to the Papas! ♥︎

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

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rerukanobaka · 9 months

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compilation!

#ghost band #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus iii #terzo #dad!terzo

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emxritus · 4 months

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Terzo being tasked to be the one responsible for a few newly summoned Ghouls that happen to still be kits. He'd be less than pleased, demanding that the other adult Ghouls in the ministry care for them, but unfortunately for him, they get attached to Terzo and Terzo alone very fast. They all climb up his legs and sit on his shoulders, one of them trying to eat his grucifix patch, while the others are grabbing fists of his dark hair all while babbling out "dada!" to him, a scowl of disapproval upon his face at the pile of kits clinging to him.

He looks furious; but whenever the others try and take them away finally, as he asked them days prior to do, he glares at them and says he has it handled, becoming attached to them already in such a fatherly way. They'd quite literally be like his children, and while he'd hesitate to ever admit it, he does truly care for them and wants to keep them safe and loved. They're his Ghoul kits now, and he's their father. Touch them, and you're dead.

#emxritus #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost band #terzo #ghost terzo #papa emeritus terzo #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #ghost hcs #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #terzo fanfiction #ghouls #ghoul kits #dad!terzo

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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broken by love

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

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

(this is gonna make me cry)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nononothesearespecialdonottouchpleaseyouseetheyareworthalotandeverythingisexactlywhereitneedstobeplacedand-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I already had nap time, Uncle Copi!”

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

“Not nap time, it is feeding time.”

“But I’m not hungry.” She replied.

“Not for you, but for my rats.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The Cardinal thought to himself.

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

The latter name made Violetta giggle.

“Is something funny?” he teased.

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

“Okie dokie, one Bean coming right up!”

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

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

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

“Really?” Violetta asked.

“As real as real can be.”

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

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

“Oh. I see.” she replied.

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

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

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

“Your what?”

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

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

After recovering from the laughter, Violetta asked,

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

❦ ❦ ❦

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

Copia chuckled.

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

“I like to watch. It’s fun.”

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

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

“Copi?” she suddenly said.

“Sí?”

“Are you a Papa?” the girl questioned.

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

“Are you a Papa?”

“I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“Are you somebody’s Papa?”

…

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

“Are you asking if I am a father?”

“Yes.”

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

“Why not?”

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

“I already have my rats, I suppose.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you, Uncle Copi.”

“I love you too, Violetta.”

And she was off to sleep.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Huh?” Terzo said, raising an eyebrow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The best thing to be broken by.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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

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

thank you so much for reading!!!

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

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #ghost #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo #dad! terzo #copia #cardinal copia #papa copia

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zomb13queen · 3 months

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

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

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spoiledberry · 1 year

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Dewdrop, presenting a slide show: Rating the Papas as whether or not they slept with my father: Primo. 10/10, never slept with my father; Secondo.. 9/10. He came close but never slept with my father. —a picture of Terzo appears— YOU FUCKING BITCH

#he actually slept with both of Dew's dads #but who's counting?#shitghosting #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #the nameless ghouls #ghost band #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #terzo #primo #secondo #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul

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sister-kym · 11 months

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

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

#terzo #omega ghoul #terzo x omega #terzomega #ghost headcanons #i need a dad terzo tag

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themratts · 1 year

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so how about twin dad terzo

#ghost #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #fanart #ghost fanart #ghost band fanart #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #terzo emeritus #dad terzo #this was made as a gift for my friend but i wanted to share it here 🌸

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littleghoulghost · 8 months

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When Terzo has his daughter he's a very protective dad. For the first year instead of leaving her with someone when he was busy, he just wore her on his chest. He'd even do mass with her stuck to him. Nihil tried once or twice to get Terzo to leave her behind, it didn't end well. Terzo isn't an aggressive person, but the whole abbey heard him yelling at his father. It only ended because the baby started to cry. After that Nihil was a little scared of his son's temper.

Terzo's ghouls became his daughter's caretakers when he couldn't be around or take her with him. They had a rule of doing check up every hour, even if it was just a text or a picture. Terzo also saves every picture they send him of her. He has an entire album dedicated to her, and it rivals his album of fan pictures even after only a year. And he has a fuck ton of fan pictures.

Basically, Terzo is the best girl dad ever. And he's obsessed with being a good father to his princess. That isn't to say he spoils her to the point of becoming a brat, he teaches her a lot of responsibility and good, respectable ethics.

#littleghoulghost #the band ghost #ghost terzo #terzo emeritus #papa terzo #single dad terzo #terzo as a dad #dad terzo #terzo #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus iii

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captaingrebelguf · 1 year

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The Return

Back at my bullshit again, again. Dedicated to: @copiousloverofcopia <3 Damn you for making me feel things. I needed angst. So I created late-night angst.

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

Now. A while back...

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Terzo held the remains of his cigarette to his lips and inhaled. He lifted his chin to the stars as he exhaled the smoke out into the night sky. He stood on the balconette outside his Papal suites-- their Papal suites. The last several hours had been a whirlwind, but all that mattered was Alessandra was back home and by Lucifer's good graces, their daughter was, too. Terzo closed his eyes and tried to steady his breath, the feeling of spinning taking over his mind again. He needed to stay strong and keep it together for Alessandra. He knew the pain and tears of all the conversations they needed to have would happen at some point, but not right now. They're home and we will figure it out, Terzo reminded himself, taking another drag of the cigarette.

Terzo, Alessandra, and their infant had been back at the ministry for barely twelve hours. The rest of the day had been a blur. The Abbey's resident physician came upstairs and checked out the new mother and baby, giving them the all clear. Primo and some of his ghouls volunteered to head into town to grab a few essentials for the unexpected child. The ministry was buzzing with excitement of Prime Mover Alessandra’s sudden return and with a baby. A few close loved ones, Primo, Secondo, Copia, and Omega, stopped by periodically to try to check in on the family. Terzo was hell bent on letting Alé rest and refused visitors for the rest of the day. Alessandra and their daughter slept, woke, fed; rinse and repeat every few hours. Terzo had not slept.

At first it had been the adrenaline of being reunited with the woman he loved and finding out their child was still alive and well, but it had slowly melted into fear and panic as the hours went by. He laid in bed beside both of them and watched his lover and child just breathe. His brain wracking itself over and over replaying everything; everything he had almost done, finding Alessandra, the birth of their daughter, their return to the Abbey. She had told him there was no baby after her accident. She ran away from their home, she left him alone. Grieving alone with only his thoughts. She should have been there waiting for him when he returned from his tour. Instead he came home to nothing. He needed her more than he cared to admit. Twenty-four hours ago, he had nothing left, there was no point anymore.

Terzo put out the cigarette in the ashtray, feeling his mind start to spin again. He buried his face in his hands and took a deep breath. He was a father. He had a daughter. He wasn’t ready for this. He was ready when he had Alé by his side, but he had already spent months grieving the loss of their child. How was he supposed to pretend everything was okay now? It would take time, but it will all be alright, he tried to reason with himself. He pinched the bridge of his nose, this is supposed to be a happy time.

He tapped the pack of cigarettes against his hand as he gathered another smoke. He let out a loud sigh as he plopped the cigarette between his lips and lit it up. He returned his gaze to the stars, inhaling the smoke, as he identified the constellations in the clear skies. He knew this was all his fault to begin with. He drug Alessandra into this arrangement and through months of his carelessness and her own suffering, he knew he couldn’t be upset with her. She did what she felt was best for herself and their unborn child. But he still felt the hurt.

Terzo leaned over the balcony and looked down to the topiary below. He closed his eyes and hung his head. His hair falling forward into his eyes. He couldn't even bear to think he had almost thrown everything away. His head hurt, he swallowed down the hard lump in his throat as he pulled the cigarette to his lips again, breathing in more smoke to his lungs.

We will get through this, he promised himself. It may not be tomorrow, but they would only get stronger from here. He would do everything in his power to be the man she deserved. Both her and their daughter. He silently vowed to the stars he would be the best father he could be.

Terzo snuffed out the cigarette, the cold air was finally starting to get to him. It was time to go back inside and face reality again. He turned the ornate door knob and let himself back inside to their bedroom. He paused as Alé’s sleeping face lit up in the moonlight; she was so beautiful. He would do anything for this woman. He would give her the world if she asked for it. He couldn't stay mad, he was absolutely in love with her.

He had to pull on the door to properly close it behind him, causing a sudden, loud thump. The newborn began to fuss in her temporary sleeping arrangement. Terzo watched from the doorway a second longer, giving the child the chance to fall back asleep. The small raven-haired Emeritus then began to whimper louder and louder until she was at a full-pitched wail. Terzo froze in a panic.

Alessandra sprung up from her pillow and contorted herself to reach over for the newborn, "Oh, my love.."

Terzo stepped forward towards the bed, floorboards creaking under his bare feet. Alé turned her head to face his shadowy figure, startling at the sight of him.

"Terzo, are you okay?"

"Sì. I'm just… I have a lot on my mind.." he trailed off, approaching the newborn in her crib.

"Terz, I can take care of her," Alé started.

"No," Terzo insisted firmly, Alé taken aback by the sternness in his tone, "No, please, let me take care of her. Please."

Terzo lifted his child from her bed, reminding himself to support her head, treating her as if she was made of glass. Terzo swayed the infant gently, holding her close to him. He spoke softly to their daughter, so quietly Alessandra could barely make it out. The newborn began to settle again. He stood in silence, softing rocking his body as Alé watched their outline in the dark bedroom.

"I can't believe this is real," he murmured.

Alé patted the open space of bed in front of her. Terzo sat down on the edge, staring down intently at his daughter. Alé slowly pushed herself up, the pain and soreness from childbirth leaving her slightly breathless. She rested her chin over Terzo's shoulder, taking in the child they created cradled in his arms. She thanked Lucifer for bringing the three of them back together, the way it was intended.

"She's perfect, Alé," Terzo spoke. Unbeknownst to Alessandra, tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the sleeping infant.

"I mean, you did help a little…" Alé teased him, kissing his neck.

Terzo didn't reply.

"Terz?" Alé rubbed circles on his back, hoping to elicit some response.

"I can't lose you again," he finally whispered, feeling a hot tear trail down his face.

"Oh, Terzo…" Alé felt her heart crumble as he choked back a sob. She felt his back heaving as he wept silently over their daughter. Alessandra wrapped her arms around him the best she could, pressing herself against him, "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry…"

He didn't say anything, he could only feel the growing fear again looking down at his infant's sleeping face. He wouldn't ruin this child the way his life had been destroyed by Nihil. Babies were supposed to be a beautiful thing, yet here he was, terrified out of his mind. Terrified of something so small.

"You need to sleep, my love," Alé's voice interjected his spiraling mind. He felt her hand creep around his side and clasp his hand in hers; she gave it three firm squeezes.

Terzo lifted her hand and pressed her knuckles to his lips, "I love you so much, Alessandra. I will spend the rest of our lives showing you how much I do."

"I know you will, Papa," Alé smiled nuzzling her face against his back, "Come to bed."

Terzo slowly stood and approached the crib Primo had found on such short notice. He slowly lowered their daughter back down without incident. Alessandra slipped back down pulling the covers up to her chin, so incredibly pleased to be back in their bed. Terzo returned to his side of the bed and crawled under the covers. Alé entwined her feet between his, grabbing for his hand.

Terzo leaned forward and kissed her brow, "I'm so glad you're home. Both of you."

"Me too,," she replied, burying her face in his chest, gently weaving her fingers through his chest hair, “More importantly, can I say how much I’ve missed these sheets? They really are worth bragging about..”

"I am well aware. Nothing but the finest for my wife," he hummed, brushing down her hair, holding her to his heart.

"That's a first," she stated, looking up at him through the darkness.

"Like I said, you will never be leaving my side again," he teased, "You're mine forever. No going back now."

"Oh?" Alé questioned him.

"You shouldn't have agreed to come back home with me otherwise,” he smirked, gathering her close again to kiss her forehead.

Alessandra cupped his cheek, “Please get some sleep. We can talk more when it isn’t 4:00am.”

Terzo took a deep breath and settled deeper into the bed. He felt Alé relax against him as her breathing slowed as she slipped back to sleep. He listened to the sounds of their daughter breathing quickly and soundly in her bed adjacent theirs. He closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. He could worry more in a few hours. Sleep sounded nice for now.

#ghost fanfics #fanfiction of a fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #ghost the band #terzo x alé #terzo x alessandra #ghost fanfic #ghost fandom #papa terzo #daddy terzo #terzo as a dad #terzo x ale #prime mover #prime mover alessandra #copiousloverofcopia's characters

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duskspring · 3 months

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🎶Who’s that wonderful girl? Could she be any cuter?🎶

But it’s Terzo singing about Mist

#I know I’m late with this but yeah #Terzo being Mist’s lame dad figure is so important to me #the band ghost #papa emeritus the third #mist ghoulette #headcanon #nameless ghouls #papa iii #ghost bc

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rerukanobaka · 9 months

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rock'n'roll!

#ghost band #papa emeritus lll #terzo #dad!terzo

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copiousloverofcopia · 6 months

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Which Papa is a child leash parent. (As a leash baby myself RIP Melvin my monkey leash backpack I'll never forget you 😔✌️)

Hands down Terzo.

His kids are "almost" as feral as a newly summoned ghoul.

They are cute and they can be oh so sweet, but they are in fact--crazy, wild, snarling little demon children nonetheless lolol.

They'd be horrible trying to wrangle without one lol.

#You asked I answered #ghost #the band ghost #papas as dads #ghost hcs #ghost headcanons #the band ghost hcs #the band ghost headcanons #terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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my everything

pairing: terzo/fem! reader

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

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

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

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

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

“Terzo, Terzo- look.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N?” he said.

“Terzo?”

“You are incredible.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”

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

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

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

•✧•

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

“Uncle Copi?”

“Si?”

“Where do babies come from?”

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

“You don’t know?”

“Well, eh, I’m not sure.”

“Who knows then?” she carried on.

“Only Satan himself, I suppose.”

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

“Si?”

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

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

“You’re the best uncle ever.”

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

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

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

“Uncle Copi?” she repeated.

“Si?”

This was not a question, but a statement.

“You’re my best friend.” She said.

Copia smiled, tears threatening to escape his painted eyes.

“And you are mine.” He returned.

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Mama! Papa!” Your daughter squealed.

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

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

“Hi, baby.” You said. “Come here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Suddenly, Vinnie began to open his little eyes.

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

Wait.

Violetta then made a revolutionary discovery.

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

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

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

“Uncle Copi, look! They-“

Wait.

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

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

She was so cute.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And me!” Violetta chimed in.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait.

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

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

“Oh. I get it.” She replied.

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

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

He nodded with a soft grin.

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

•✧•

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks.” You sniffled. “I love you.”

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

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

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

Y/N,

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

-Secondo

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

“What was that?” Your husband asked.

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

Terzo smiled. “How nice.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

└── •✧• ──┘

YAYYYYY!!!

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

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

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

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

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

<3, alice

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