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for @cxncordiaBeltane Starter (Antonio & Lorenzo)
Lorenzo had walked around the bonfire, scoping out a few fae and others to celebrate Beltane with. It was rare for the fae to take part in celebrations such as these, being far too interested in the mortal world to do so. However, being away from the faerie realms for this long made Lorenzo homesick. It's been a while since his last Beltane celebration and while cautiously moving throughout the crowd around the bonfire, Lorenzo found a man that confused him. He didn't seem like normal fae nor a normal human. The autumn court faerie walks over to him, curiously.
"Happy Beltane! I don't think I've seen you here before, friend. They call me, Lorenzo. What is your name?" He asks with a welcoming smile, hoping to get to know the stranger better.
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for @cxncordia (for Xandros, from Lorenzo)
Lorenzo pinched at the short length of fabric. The skirt he had been wearing covered less than the panties he had underneath. He wasn't a fan of the color, but more or less liked everything else about the clothes presented to him by Xandros. Along with the short skirt, the faerie was also presented with knee high socks and a crop top that just barley covered his pecs. Lorenzo did appreciate the softness of the clothes he was given, the softest he's ever owned. He gives himself a last look in the mirror before walking into the room where Xandros had been waiting for him. "So how does it look?"
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@rxnatx // soleil x lorenzo
"Umm, are you kidding me?" Soleil scoffed, retrieving her ID back from the bartender. These speakeasies in the outskirts of town were always a little stricter when it came to the bars in downtown New Orleans. Sweet Southern accent protested: "I don't know how much clearer I can make it. I'm 24, this is a real ID. I didn't wait three friggin' hours at the DMV just for some big Chris Evans-wannabe to say it's fake."
The bartender lifted his brow and looked down at the shorter girl, puffing up his chest. "You're lucky I don't toss you outta here, kid. So what'll you have? A Shirley Temple or nothin'?"
With a sigh, she shoved her ID back in her wallet and responded, "Fine. I'll have a Shirley Temple, please." Though her words were sweet, her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Maybe if she pretended hard enough, the Sprite and grenadine could give her a little bit of a head buzz. Begrudgingly, she took the drink from the bartender and turned around with every intention of headed back to her table with her friends until she noticed someone sitting at the bar staring at her.
Of course. It was a hot guy. He probably watched the whole altercation with the bartender go down, too. She already had a tough time meeting guys at the bar in comparison to her other, prettier friends—and now she was at even more of a disadvantage, perceived as a babyface.
Soleil approached him, taking the stool beside him and figuring she'd address the elephant in the room before it simmered. "So, I'm guessin' you saw all that?"
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𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ 𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏closed ͏ ͏ ͏͏ starter ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ( ͏ ͏ ͏͏ @viciousins ͏ ͏ ͏͏ )
❝ i’m sure you know how lame and boring my family’s parties are but it’d be slightly less lame and boring if you came . . for me . ❞
#𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: lorenzo di rossi ͏ ͏ ， ͏ ͏ ͏͏ starters#viciousins#bonus points if his parents hate ur muse but <3
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open to: m/f/nb ( m/nb if romantic )
muse: lorenzo montaner. scorpio. technical analyst at apple and hacker, complete tech nerd
plot idea: your muse hired lorenzo to hack into something ( could be accounts of an ex your muse is trying to get back at, wire fraud or a sketchy money transfer from one account to another, a company they wanna take down, maybe it’s something really petty and they only hired lorenzo to have him around? go crazy )
“right, so… remind me again why i’m doing this?” he asks the other, gaze not lifting from the monitors in front of him as his lanky fingers type quicker than humanly possible, his mind going at a hundred miles a minute, the coffee on top of the table now less than half full. “i only think it’s fair that i know your motives. since, you know, i’m the one doing the work.”
#indie rp#indie gay rp#indie starter#open starter#open rp#indie bi rp#indie oc rp#lorenzo's bio linked in source!
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[ @ofimaginarybeings ]
Clarice had tried all day to subdue her anxiety. Arriving in Florence had been overwhelming enough: getting to know her new city, her new house, her new family was a lot to take in in itself… but the thought of meeting Lorenzo for the first time after they’d been marriage unnerved her the most. That they’d been married by proxy made it even stranger. The first and only conversation they ever had before kept coming back to her memory: I told him I would never be wed to anyone… and yet here I am, his wife. God, I hope I’ve done the right thing. Bianca and Lucrezia had introduced her to this new home and made her feel as welcome as they could, but they could only assist her so much when it came to adjusting to all these changes.
Her private chambers were empty when she entered. Clarice had been a little disappointed that he wouldn’t be there to receive her - how much easier it would have been - but she knew that Medici business could wait for no one. So after a maid had washed and combed her hair, she climbed on the bed for a moment, thinking. There were so many roles that she’d have to play now… Wife, daughter and sister in-law, a mother at some point in the future, a Medici most of all. It still felt strange to her. Marriage ought to be the natural fate of an Orsini, but she never readied herself for it: the future that she’d planned couldn’t have been more far removed from this life… but she’d agreed to this, and having given her word to her family that she would wed Lorenzo, Clarice refused to look back.
So she tried to make herself comfortable. The mattress was warm and cozy against her back: certainly a good start for her endeavor. The bed seemed to surround her limbs in a maternal embrace and Clarice sighed, closing her eyes. She didn’t know when she’d dozed off once they were open again, but the knocking on the door startled her into an abrupt wakefulness. She combed her fingers through her hair, fixing her veil over her head. Her hands patted the fabric of her gown as she stepped closer to the door, making sure that her appearance was properly fixed before she could open it.
At last he was there, and all she could do was blush, sending her gaze down.
“Lorenzo…”, she said, chuckling timidly. “You were right about this, after all…”
#[i've owed this starter for like 11 months i'm not kidding]#clarice: ofimaginarybeings [lorenzo]#ofimaginarybeings#clarice: threads.#clarice tag tbd.
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closed starter | dan & lorenzo | @rcsengxrten
Enzo woke up in the middle of the night with a scream. His body was dripping with sweat and he was shaking. Bryce’s face and the look on it when he was devoured by a horde was all Enzo could see. The memory had tormented him since the day his best friend had been taken from him. He left behind a brother and a best friend, who were now forced to stick together. Enzo heard the man now. Dan ran to his bedroom door with a concerned look on his face. “I’m fine. Just another nightmare. Sorry.” Enzo wiped the sweat off his forehead before pushing the sheets aside. He slid out of bed and walked into the bathroom wearing some boxers.
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closed starter for @ofbookshelves because they liked this post !
enzo glanced curiously at the girl checking out beside him, regretting it immediately when he saw the taming of the shrew tucked in her arms. with a disappointed eyeroll, he mumbled, “shakespeare sucks,” under his breath.
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open to: anyone
plot: lorenzo just recently came out publicly and has been receiving some backlash from other drivers on the circuit. but, he’s been excusing it as competitive aggression rather than anything else.
muse: lorenzo caruso. thirty. he / him. bisexual. formula one driver from italy.
lorenzo was smiling brightly despite the small bruise that adorned his cheek. slippery wet floor was his explanation and he absolutely refused to entertain any other questions pertaining to it. “you know i’m a clutz — there’s no need to go looking like you’re a detective suspicious of everyone. we’ve got more pressing things to worry about, like a race happening in,” he said, looking at his watch to check the time. he loved to keep moving and changing subjects to avoid his problems. “an hour and a half? so, a small bruise is the least important of my problems right now,” he continued with a shake of his head. everyone knew he felt guilty about something when he avoided eye contact — something he was currently doing with the other. “you’ll be forgetting it too when i get podium.” he finally looked at the other to give a small, teasing wink.
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Open starter: Open to mutuals and non-mutuals
Muse: Lorenzo Cerrone, Mid 30's, teacher
“Oh, dear (ycn) …my eyes are up here…so…tell me…what’s the reason you can’t focus in class? Is something in the room…distracting you? Or is it…someone?”
#open starter#open to everyone#open to all#indie open rp#open indie starter#indie smut roleplay#indie rp#open indie rp#indie kink rp#Lorenzo Cerrone
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@followmeinthedark || location: turn the radio on radio station
Lorenzo watched as the dials and the channel faders move on their own accord. The fae had been shadowing Damon for the last couple of days, helping the witch around the radio station with whatever he needed. Being from the fae realms, Lorenzo was usually out of his depth when it came to dealing with technology. Luckily, Damon had been one of the few people to explain to the faerie why he can't physically turn a webpage. He still has a hard time understanding the exact reasons as to why, but Lorenzo's glad Damon entertains the fae's constant questions.
It definitely seemed like a different kind of magic all its own. The fae's eyebrows furrowed as lights on the soundboard blinked on and off. Lorenzo doesn't take his eyes off of them, mesmerized by how reminiscent they were to fireflies. The lights on the board seem to die out abruptly. Lorenzo sits up in surprise, looking to Damon in a panic. "I don't know what happened! I don't think I touched anything."
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"Never seen thee or touched thee, but known thee with all of my heart"
name: Lorenzo Dulcinea Combs
nicknames: Lore, Dulce, Enzo
dob. age: May 13 (30)
gender: Male
pronouns: (he/him/his)
secondary gender: Omega
occupation: florist
species: faerie
fc: Rafael Silva
+energetic, charming, optimistic.+
-ditsy, scatter-brained, forgetful.-
#file under: muses#file under: muses: lorenzo#file under: faces: lorenzo#file under: bios: lorenzo#file under: starter: lorenzo#file under: verses: lorenzo#file under: memes: lorenzo#file under: aesthetics: lorenzo#file under: wants: lorenzo#file under: body: lorenzo#knotfodder
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𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏closed starter ( @c4ndycoated )
could recall the sick , sour feelings possessed toward the intent and circumstances surrounding their upcoming wedding . made lorenzo sick to his stomach at the marriage relying on fabricated emotions and choreographed moments for the media , but actually found himself more and more fascinated by the other as the days progressed . debated whether or not to speak such niceties , especially after merely developing their connection , though finds it rather amusing to hold to himself . ❝ ── it’s just funny how life works . i used to suck my teeth and be pissed at the thought but we’re , like , stuck in this thing . . ‘m glad they went with you . ❞
#𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏: lorenzo di rossi ͏ ͏ ， ͏ ͏ ͏͏ starters#c4ndycoated#the DRAMA of it all . .#but his dad is rich n an ass so <3
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Oh Bella
Italian!Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader
synopsis - 3 times the reader teases Theo’s Italian roots + 1 time she celebrates them
cute, lazy fluff, no angst just happy vibes for a happy christmas :)
slytherin boys masterlist navigation
warning - internet translated Italian
(got these ideas from Ben and Fabio on instagram they’re so funny)
It wasn’t easy to date Theodore Nott. It was always rewarding but it wasn’t always easy.
For starters, Theo grew up in Italy and has one of the thickest Italian accents you’ve ever heard. There were a few times over the course of your relationship that you had to ask him to repeat himself a few times. Like when he was trying to tell you that Draco had invited you out on a double date with himself and Hermione.
You had just woken up from a nap when Theo walked into the Slytherin common room after quidditch practice. He flashed you a breath taking smile and all but skipped up to you as you rubbed your tired eyes. You felt your heart melting in your chest at the sight of your adorable boyfriend.
“Buongiorno Bella.” (good morning beautiful) Theo swooped down and delivered a soft kiss to the side of your face before plopping down next to you on the couch. “Guess what?” You hummed in response as you snuggled deep into his side.
“What’s up Theo?”
“At quidditch practice today, Draco says that you and I, we can go out double with them.”
In your tired brain, Theo’s words made even less sense. You sat up from his side and stared at him with your brows furrowed. “Huh?” Theo stared blankly back at you. He brushed a piece of your hair away from your face.
“Still asleep, Bella?”
You shook your head lightly but it didn’t convince either of you entirely. A chuckle rumbled through Theo and his chest vibrated in laughter.
“Draco says we can go double out with Herminone.”
Now it was your turn to laugh at the way Theo pronounced Hermione’s name. You’d all been friends for about two years now since she and Draco had started dating, but he still couldn’t quite pronounce her name correctly.
Finally deciphering his thick accent and slightly broken, but still cute English, realization dawned upon you. You tried to smother a smile as you stared at your boyfriend in pure adoration. “You mean he invited us to double date with them?”
Theo looked at you for a few seconds before standing up and sighing a little dramatically.
“Mio dio Bella, that’s what I said”
“Mmm of course, Theo.”
So, dating Theodore Nott was not without its challenges. But it also wasn’t without its fun.
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It was Mattheo’s birthday so of course the Slytherin common room was filled to the brim with drugs, alcohol, and probably the sluttiest girls in all of Hogwarts. Theo was sitting at a table off in the corner with both of your guys’ drinks and was noticeably uncomfortable in such an environment.
You’d gone to get ice for your sex on the beach when you had a mischevious idea. You scooped a little more ice into the cup and started making your way back to Theo.
You caught sight of Mattheo what was sitting on one of the large couches dead center in the room. He had three girls all over him right now and Lorenzo was giggling uncontrollably as he passed him a joint. Mattheo caught your eye and winked playfully. He liked to flirt with you to rile Theo up a little bit every once in a while.
You finally made it back to your table where Theo was swirling a deep red wine in a glass. His lips quirked up in a small smile as you took your seat next to him. Without speaking, he reached out and pulled your chair impossibly closer to his before throwing an arm around your shoulders.
“Ciao Bella.”
Your entire body bloomed at the sound of his thick accent over his husky voice. Warmth settled over you like a fluffy blanket on a snowy morning.
“Ciao Theo.”
The surprise on Theo’s face was more than enough to make you happy that you’d taken up Italian recently. You practiced with Lorenzo in some of your free time and he was a pretty good teacher. You made eye contact with Theo and winked before settling into his side.
Theo immediately became suspicious as you were known for your antics.
“What are you up to Il mio piccolo piantagrane, hm?” (my little troublemaker)
“Nothing Theo, relax.”
He stared at you suspiciously for a few seconds before his body finally loosened.
The opportunity was too great to miss.
You leaned over both of your drinks and dumped ice into your sex on the beach before then dropping a few ice cubes into Theo’s wine.
His reaction was nearly instantaneous.
“Oh! Bella, no! No, no, no!” His lips turned up in disgust and multiple muted expressions left his mouth in what you assumed were Italian swears.
“Che diavolo? Ghiaccio nel vino? No! Il vino è sacro.”
(what the hell? ice in wine? no! wine is sacred.)
A large hand came and ran through his messy curls and the laugh you’d been surprising burst suddenly from your chest. Theo’s eyes snapped to yours and you recognized the mischievous glint.
A squeal left your mouth as you leapt up from your seat and took off around the common room with him hot on your tail.
2.
The second time that you decided to make your poor sweet Italian boyfriend question all decisions to be with you was at dinner one night. You weren’t intentionally teasing him at first as you stared down at your empty plate trying to think of what you wanted.
You glanced over to Theo’s plate next to you and saw a mouthwatering pasta that he’d conjured. You tugged gently on the sleeve of his green sweater and his attention found yours immediately.
“What’s wrong, bellissima?”
“Can you get me some of that, please Theo?”
“Of course.”
He took your plate in his hands and after a few seconds his dish was sitting in front of you. You noted how he made sure there were no tomatoes in yours like there were in his. Theo knew you hated tomatoes. It was so sweet it almost made you feel bad for what you were about to do to his little Italian heart.
Almost.
Theo picked up his fork and started to dig into his food before he stopped abruptly. Lorenzo too stopped eating his own food and the pair stared at you incredulously as you shoveled the pasta into your mouth.
“Oh Bella.”
He seemed more horrified than anything else. You loaded more food into your mouth being careful to eat as much as a lady as you could.
“No.” You stared at him blankly with a sheepish look before resuming your meal. “Bella, no. Twirl. Like this,” Theo picked up his fork and expertly swirled the noodles around before bringing it up to his mouth.
You offered him a gentle grin before promptly resuming what you were doing before. From across the table Lorenzo started whisper screaming at Theo in Italian.
“Theo, Cosa c'è che non va nella tua ragazza? Lei mangia la pasta come una bambina!” (what’s wrong with your girlfriend? she eats pasta like a child!)
Theo stared at you astounded as redness crept up his face. Then it finally dawned on him that you were teasing.
“Bella per favoreee.” He dragged out his words with a small smile on his face at your teasing. You both knew that you knew the proper way to eat pasta.
“No more teasing love.” You nodded through your giggles and Theo wrapped a thick arm around your waist and pulled you into his side.
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So, you knew that you promised Theo no more teasing last week but when you overheard him and Lorenzo complaining earlier in the most adorable stuttered English you couldn’t help yourself. You were walking down towards the common room to get lunch with the boys.
Theo, Lorenzo, and Mattheo were sitting in the common room all having a discussion. Suddenly you heard your boyfriend’s sweet Italian symphony of a voice shift into one of astonishment. You peeked around the corner and saw both him and Lorenzo staring at Mattheo like he’d just said the most offensive thing ever.
“What do you mean you have the cappuccino in the afternoon, huh?” His fingers came to rub at his temples and you had to stifle your laugh behind your hand. “Puah! cappuccino è solo per la mattina.” (Cappuccino is only for the morning).
Mattheo stared blankly at the two. Finally you decided to step in before the vein in Theo’s forehead burst.
“Theo? I’m ready.”
By the time that you made it to the Great Hall, the boys seemed to have forgotten about their earlier conversation. Mattheo walked quietly in step next to you while Theo and Lorenzo conversed in Italian so quickly your head was spinning.
“Psst. Y/n I have an idea on how to make that little Italian boy of yours blow a fuse.”
(“Maledizione Lorenzo, non credi che se sapessi cosa regalarle non andrei fuori di testa?”)
You cursed yourself that you couldn’t understand what they were saying. After staring at the side of Theo’s handsome face for a few moments longer you let out a disgruntled noise and turned to Mattheo.
“Fine! What?”
And that was how you found yourself in this situation.
Trying your absolute hardest to keep a straight face without looking at Theo at all while you sipped on your cappuccino that you’d conjured in your cup.
“Oh Bella.”
Theo’s familiar distressed tone rang out from next to you. “You cannot be series, amore mio.”
“Do you mean serious, Theo?” Mattheo chimed in with an amused smirk.
Theo made a dismissive Italian noise and waved Mattheo off. He swore under his breath before grabbing the side of your face and turning it to him. “Bellissima, it is too late for a cappuccino!”
You smirked up at your distraught boyfriend and pressed a quick kiss to the softness of his cheek. “I know, amore.”
Theo stared at you before throwing his hands up in the air and turning back towards his lunch. Mattheo’s deep laugh burst out and you couldn’t help yourself but to laugh along with him.
You were so busy laughing you hadn’t noticed that Theo was staring at you with a smile. He was so very in love with you.
+ one time you celebrated Theo’s Italian roots
April 25th was meant to be celebratory. La Festa della Resistenza. And Theodore Nott was stuck at quidditch practice.
Meanwhile, you were scurrying around the common room with Lorenzo trying to set up the perfect surprise for Theo. With Italy’s Liberation Day approaching, you’d noticed Theo had been a little down lately. You knew that it was because he was missing his family.
Normally, his mother would prepare a big feast and the family would sing the song of the resistance, Bella Ciao. You’d taken a floo to his home in Italy and gotten some recipes from his mother directly, all his favorites. And now, you were trying desperately to teach a group of first year Slytherins how to sing the song that you’d been practicing for weeks.
You sighed deeply as you realized the little buggers you bribed with a few galleons each were not at all going to get the song down in time. You conjured your purse and shelled out a few galleons to each child before shooing them out of the common room.
By the time Theo got back from quidditch practice, everything was perfect. You were standing in the center of the room in a deep red dress that you knew was his favorite. When he saw the spread, Theo thought his heart might stop. You looked nothing short of stunning.
“Oh Bella.”
It didn’t hold any of the distress that it normally did. This time his tone was thick with adoration. Theo felt a lump moving up his throat that caught tears behind his eyes. His heart clenched in his chest. This was one of the most thoughtful things that anyone had ever done for him.
Just when he was certain you couldn’t get anymore perfect, your sweet voice rang out in an impossibly beautiful symphony that rivaled Pavarotti.
“Una mattina mi sono alzato
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
Una mattina mi sono alzato
E ho trovato l'invasor.”
Theo held you closer to his chest and pressed his forehead against yours as he joined for the next verse.
“O partigiano, portami via
O bella ciao, bella ciao, bella ciao, ciao, ciao
O partigiano, portami via
Che mi sento di morir.”
The two of you swayed as Lorenzo joined and the three of you sang the rest of the song together. When you finished, you all made plates and sat down in the common room.
“When did you learn all of this, Bella?”
You smiled gently at Theo while he stared at you like you were the most perfect being in the world.
“I took a trip to Italy to see your mother a little bit ago. She told me about La Festa della Resistenza the Celebration of the Resistance. She talked about how important it was to Italy’s history and that it marked the Resistance victory in the Italian Civil War. Then when I saw how sad you were to be away from home at this time I knew I had to do something.”
In that moment, Theo knew that there wasn’t anybody he’d ever loved as much as he loved you. He took your face in both of his hands and pressed a deep kiss to your lips.
“This is perfect, bellissima, thank you so much.”
#slytherin#slytherin boys#theodore nott#theo nott#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#lorenzo berkshire#Italian Theodore Nott#slytherin boys x reader
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𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 for @emotionlcss
𝙎𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙆𝙉𝙊𝙒𝙎 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙃𝙀’𝙎 𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔𝙄𝙉𝙂 with fire, but she’s never been afraid to get burned. her infatuation with her best friend’s father had started last year and for the most part, the brunette had kept that attraction to herself. sure, there were times when she’d make flirty comments or remarks towards the older man but it wasn’t something unusual for her. she was a vixen. a flirt through and through. even the men that worked alongside lorenzo and her father had been warned of her enchanting personality and that she was also completely off-limits. lately though, the twenty-five-year-old had felt that her life was lacking excitement now that she and stella were home from college for summer break and it was only normal for her to want to change that. so, the idea to seduce the mob boss had been born and the last week she’d made it her mission to do just that. as they were staying at his house for the next few months, sutton had gotten plenty of opportunities to cross paths with the older man and each time, he’d either seen her in a bikini ( the perks of having a pool in the backyard ) or in the most revealing clothes that she owned. she could tell that her brash comments and lingering touches were starting to get to him, but he still hadn’t cracked. tonight she was looking to change that. it’s exactly why she’s sneaking out of stella’s bedroom and downstairs to his office in the middle of the night, wearing only a short, silky, pink babydoll lingerie dress that she bought yesterday just for him. when she gets to his office door, she knocks twice and doesn’t hesitate to come in when he welcomes her to do so. ❝ sorry for bothering you so late, mr. tamburello.❞ she speaks softly, bare feet walking towards his desk but stopping before reaching it. ❝ i couldn’t sleep... saw your light was on and thought i would come say hello.❞ a lie. she knew fully well that he would be awake at this hour. he always was. it was the perfect way to get him alone.
#lets pretend this doesnt suck LMAO#emotionlcss#* / good boys go to heaven but bad boys bring heaven to you. - sutton michaels. ( starter. )#ft. lorenzo
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closed starter | enzo & carlos | @indiemcn
The Belford and Lopez families had a long, complicated history. While the Lopez family was known as being the largest crime family in New York, the Belford family always seemed to be fighting them for the title. That just wasn’t Lorenzo’s dream. He didn’t care for his father’s petty war over drugs, weapons, and people. Lorenzo did his best to stay away from all of the violence. One thing just kept him coming back to the city. To the woman that had raised him.
“You look beautiful,” Lorenzo said to the matriarch of the Lopez family. He kissed the woman on the cheek before sitting down beside her on the large couch. Some wine was already poured for each of them with a third glass sitting off to the side. Enzo noticed it immediately, but waited to address it. After pleasantries were out of the way he decided to ask. “Are we expecting someone else?” As the words left his lips, he heard someone walking into the room.
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