Betrayal Most Foul
(Also available on AO3 )
+18 MDNI
Includes: 992 words, Papa III/Reader, Terzo/Reader, Domestic fluff, fluff, fighting, betrayal, spouse betrayal
Notes: I'm gonna level with you. This is the dumbest thing I've ever written. I am very sorry.
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“Cara mia!”
You nearly jump out of your skin. Terzo wasn’t supposed to be back for another day. He certainly wasn’t ever supposed to know about this. You grab the covers and try to hide what you’ve done as if it were any use. “Terzo! You’re early!”
“Cara mia, I can’t believe this!” He says with such betrayal and hurt, you immediately feel sick.
“It’s not what it looks like!” It’s a weak defence and you’d surely give him a better one if you had it. But facts are facts. You know you deserve his scorn.
“What sort of fool do you take me for?” His face hardens, looking a little too much like his older brother. “You think Papa is blind!? And in my own bed!”
“No, Terzo! I’m sorry! It was a mistake! A stupid mistake!” But you know that scowl too well to think begging forgiveness will be enough. Terzo maybe the least serious of his brothers, but if you make the mistake of getting on his bad side, he is very quick to prove that he has earned his position of Papa.
“A mistake?” He snaps. “That is what you have to say to me? No, no, no, foul beast. You will explain!”
Lucifer save me… There’s no escaping his accusing glare, his mismatched eyes practically flaying you on the spot. “You were away so long, Terzo! Please! Try to understand! I have needs!”
He makes a disgusted noise and pulls himself up tall, looking down his nose at you. “So this is my fault, eh? Papa must go on tour and now it’s Papa’s fault that you betray him so? You think I would do this to you while I am away? As soon as Amore turns her back, I am betraying you so unforgivably?”
That is a step too far. You know your arrangement with him regarding tours. You’ve never said a word. You pull yourself up with indignation. “As if you’ve never! I know you! What you’re like! You’ll get what you like wherever you like, and do I complain?”
Terzo stares at you like you slapped him. “How dare-… I would never!”
“That’s not what Dew tells me.” You say a little smugly.
“He is the worst sort of liar!” He fires back.
“He’s not the only one I’ve heard it from!” You’re sure that anyone in the hallway can hear you, if not the whole Abbey. If anything is true about Terzo it’s that he is not a quiet fighter.
“You could have done this anywhere, but you chose in my own bed! This is to hurt me, no? I see how this is! You make a fool of Papa in his own bed and think he’ll never find out! Your little secret!” He yells as much with his hands as with his mouth.
“You are blowing this completely out of proportion, Terzo! It was just this one night!” You never intended for things to get so out of hand.
“Is that so?” He says coldly, sending a shiver down your spine. “Only tonight eh?”
“Only tonight, Terzo! That’s all!”
He walks over and grabs the bin, plucking out something with two fingers as if it might bite him. Turning back with a dark triumph burning in his eyes, he holds up his evidence from the garbage. “Then you explain these!”
Terzo lifts his hand, holding out the three other frozen pizza boxes that you’d meant to have put out with the trash before he got back.
“… shit.” You sigh and hang your head in shame.
“Amore, how could you!? You make all of Italy ashamed and you shame me! You buy this… this… shit and you bring it in here! Where I have to live! Knowing the space is forever tainted! Do you know what will happen if my fratelli find out about this?? I will never live this down!” He paces and curses in Italian so rapidly it’s hard to catch every word.
“Terzo… please… I’m so sorry. It will never happen again. I swear. On my life.” You step closer, gently catching his arm and looking at him with your biggest doe eyes. “Please. Punish me, Papa. I know I have been bad. But please… forgive me.”
He still looks disgusted, but it fades. Slowly. Until he huffs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Amore, I taught you better than this, no? I take the time to teach you what real pizza is. Why do you do this to me?”
You stick out your bottom lip just a little. “I know Papa… but the real pizza makes me think of you. And then I am sad you’re not here to share it with.”
Finally his face softens and he sighs. “… I forgive you. But, only this once. And that all goes to the trash right now. No more of this. We find you something better for when I am away.” He narrows his eyes at you. “And there will be punishment.”
You take his hand in both of yours and softly kiss his knuckles. “Thank you, Papa.” When you look up at him however, your expression is suspicious. “Tell me the truth, I know you ate some unholy trash while you were away.”
His mouth curls up into an impish smile. “I see it on tiktok.”
You groan loudly. Nothing this man has ever said after those words has ever been good. “Papa, no…”
“You take the…” He flails for a second. “Hot pickle in a bag. And you wrap it in cotton candy.”
You yank your hand away like his hand is red hot. “Terzo, Satan below! Why!?”
“Dew dared me.” He shrugs. “It was not so bad.”
“You are getting punished for that one. That is disgusting! I think your tongue is broken!”
He grins wickedly, lifting you clean off the floor, tossing you onto the bed.
“I know a good way to find out.”
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