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(And wishing I could send this from the relevant blog, but, well. idk how.)

Hi!

As for sending it from the relevant blog, maybe it's a Tumblr issue? But I'm not sure, honestly, sometimes I'm still figuring out how this website works😭 (yes, even after being here for over a year) (I'm just a 21-year-old grandpa who uses a computer slower than a turtle).

And I'm sorry you had to wait so long for an answer!

I actually have a few ideas for Primo x Terzo. Up until now, I've mostly written them as part of group stuff or given them a small part in other posts.

But if we're giving them their own spotlight:

Primo had always loved his brothers.

As a child, he often felt neglected and forgotten. There was rarely anyone there to take care of him, so he had to learn how to do it himself.

Years later, he made it his mission to ensure that none of his younger brothers would ever feel that way.

Taking care of them came as naturally as breathing. 

He was always looking after them, making sure they ate properly, got enough sleep, and didn't get into too much trouble (the last one was usually impossible when Terzo was involved).

As they grew older, Primo and Terzo became especially close.

Partly because they simply enjoyed each other's company. Partly because Terzo was one of the few people who wasn't intimidated by Primo's position. And after all those years, they simply found comfort in being near each other.

Terzo would barge into his office unannounced, steal his coffee, sit on his desk, and somehow always manage to convince Primo to take a break.

Most people would probably have found Terzo exhausting. Primo found himself looking forward to every interruption.

Primo had always taken care of everyone around him.

His brothers, the Siblings of Sin, the ghouls. Sometimes it felt like the entire Ministry rested on his shoulders.

The problem was that Primo was terrible at taking care of himself.

As a child, Terzo had noticed that surprisingly quickly.

Whenever Primo stayed up too late studying or working, Terzo would appear out of nowhere and tug on his sleeve.

"Bed."

Primo would smile.

"In a moment."

Five minutes later, Terzo would still be there, waiting and watching with his arms crossed over his chest, trying his very best to look serious.

"Bed."

Sometimes, despite himself, Primo ignored him.

So Terzo developed a strategy. Sometimes he would claim he couldn't sleep or he would insist he had a nightmare.

Primo always knew he was lying. But he always came anyway.

Years later, not much had changed. Primo was still overworking himself.

And Terzo was still one of the very few people willing to tell the Papa to go to sleep.

One evening, after finding Primo buried beneath an impossible amount of paperwork, Terzo simply closed the book in front of him.

Primo blinked.

"Terzo."

"No."

"I have work to do."

"And you'll still have work tomorrow."

Primo sighed and Terzo held out a hand.

For a moment, Primo stared at it.

Then, despite all his protests, he took it.

Some habits never changed.

Primo spent his entire life taking care of others.

It was nice to have someone who wanted to take care of him too.

Especially when that someone was Terzo.

Btw, I think Primo's relationship with anyone would always be very chill and calm. Of course there would be hard moments, but it wouldn't be a rollercoaster.

Hi! Two things. First: sorry for making you wait so long. Second: my dumbass didn't know what a yandere was, so I had to do some research. Not sure if this will be any good, but I tried my best.

And honestly? This is such a good idea.

Let's take a version where Copia and Perpetua were separated as children.

Perpetua had always felt lonely. Like there was something missing from his life, something he couldn't quite put into words. So when he found out he had a twin brother, he was convinced that Copia was the missing piece. Finally, everything would make sense.

When they first met, Copia tried to stay neutral. (He was still a little annoyed that fucking V had stolen his role☹️)

Perpetua, on the other hand, was overjoyed. After all those years, he had finally found his twin.

After their first conversation, Copia decided that Perpetua wasn't so bad. And for the first time in his life, someone seemed genuinely happy to see him. Not Frater Imperator. Not Papa Emeritus IV. Not even Cardinal Copia.

Just Copia.

It felt... nice.

Perpetua, meanwhile, was fascinated by his twin. Everything about him seemed interesting. The way he spoke. The way he smiled. The little habits he didn't even seem aware of.

Perpetua wanted to know more.

So after spending time with Copia, he started asking other people about him. The Siblings of Sin, ghouls, anyone who might know something.

He wanted to know everything.

What Copia liked, what he disliked, who he spent time with, who he trusted, who he loved.

Especially that last one.

Perpetua found himself hoping that Copia didn't have a partner. He wasn't entirely sure why. Only that the thought of someone else being more important than him left a bitter feeling in his heart.

When Perpetua started asking the Siblings of Sin and the ghouls about Copia, nobody thought much of it. After all, they had only recently found each other, of course Perpetua wanted to learn more about his twin. 

And since Copia had spent most of his life surrounded by the Siblings and the ghouls, it was only natural that they knew things about him.

At first, nobody found it strange. Including Copia. Well... mostly.

It didn't take long for him to find out that Perpetua had been asking questions about him.

A part of him thought it was a little weird.

They talked every day. And Copia had never lied to him. So why not just ask him directly?

But another part of him... another part liked it. Someone was actually interested in him.

Not because of his title, not because of his position, not because they wanted something from him.

They were interested in him.

The thought made warmth spread through his chest.

For the first time in his life, someone wanted to know everything about him. And it wasn't like Perpetua meant any harm.

Perpetua would never hurt him.

Right?

Perpetua continued learning more and more about Copia.

Thanks to that, he always seemed to know exactly what to bring him. His favorite juice, his favorite snacks. Little things that made Copia smile.

And Perpetua loved seeing that smile.

He was even happier when he learned that Copia didn't have a partner. That meant they could spend even more time together. Copia didn't mind.

Why would he?

Perpetua was kind to him. Attentive. For once, someone seemed genuinely interested in his life.

Everything was fine.

Until one afternoon.

Copia was sitting with a few ghouls, laughing at something one of them had said. Without thinking, he reached out to ruffle a ghoul's hair.

Then he noticed Perpetua watching. His hand froze.

There was something in Perpetua's expression.

Something cold.

Something that hadn't been there before.

For a brief moment, Copia wondered if his twin was... jealous. The thought felt ridiculous.

And yet.

Slowly, he lowered his hand.

Perpetua's expression softened almost immediately.

That evening, Copia decided to ask him about it.

At first, Perpetua looked away. Then he quietly admitted,

"I'm sorry if I scared you. I was just sad."

"Sad?"

Perpetua nodded.

"You never touch me like that."

The answer made Copia's chest tighten. Suddenly, he felt guilty.

So he wrapped his arms around Perpetua and pulled him into a hug.

"Then you should've just said so."

Perpetua immediately relaxed. His arms wrapped around Copia in return. And just like that, the strange look was gone.

His brother was holding him. That was all that mattered.

Their relationship escalated quickly.

At first, it felt nice.

Perpetua was always looking after Copia. He remembered the little things, helped him with work whenever he could, and always seemed to know exactly what Copia needed before he even asked.

Then came the first incident.

One day, Copia was chatting with a Sister of Sin. She laughed at something he said and briefly rested a hand on his arm.

Perpetua was there immediately.

"Don't touch him."

His voice was calm, too calm.

The Sister quickly apologized and stepped away.

After that, similar moments started happening more often. Whenever someone stood too close, whenever someone touched Copia, whenever someone seemed a little too interested in him.

Perpetua was always there.

Always watching, always intervening.

Eventually, people stopped trying.

And somehow, nobody except Perpetua seemed to touch Copia anymore.

At first, Copia felt uncomfortable about it, a little angry, even. But there was another feeling too. A smaller and quieter one. One he didn't really want to acknowledge.

He liked it.

He liked having Perpetua nearby. He liked knowing someone was always paying attention to him. He liked being protected.

Maybe the distance from everyone else was just another way of protecting him.

The thought lingered.It shouldn't have comforted him.

But it did.

A little.

And that scared him more than anything.

Weeks passed. Then months.

Slowly, Copia began noticing something strange.

People stopped approaching him. The Sisters of Sin no longer invited him for tea, the ghouls stopped asking him to join them. At first, he thought he was imagining it.

Then one evening, he overheard two Sisters talking.

"...don't. Perpetua won't like it."

The words sent a chill down his spine.

For the first time, Copia wondered how many people had stepped away on their own. And how many had been convinced to.

That night, Perpetua found him sitting alone.

"You seem sad."

Copia looked up.

"Have you been telling people to stay away from me?"

Perpetua blinked. Then smiled. A soft, affectionate smile.

"I'm just protecting you."

Something cold settled in Copia's stomach.

Hi! Once again, I'm sorry it took so long, but here it is❤️:

In the Ministry, after finishing their training to become priests, cardinals, and other clergy members, there was always some kind of official ceremony where everyone received their new titles.

When Copia became a priest, he had somehow managed to avoid attending the ceremony. But this time it was different. It was a new Ministry, a new position, and his older brothers would be watching.

Because of that, Copia was stressed as hell.

He had always hated public events. Just thinking about them made his stomach twist into knots, and made his throat go dry.

For days, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

They'll all be looking at me.

What if I trip?

What if I say something wrong?

What if I sweat so much that my makeup starts running?

Those thoughts, and countless others, kept running through his mind day and night.

By the time the ceremony arrived, Copia felt awful.

He was exhausted. His head hurt, his stomach hurt, and the lack of sleep certainly wasn't helping.

So he hid in his room, avoiding everyone.

That's where Terzo found him.

"Cardi? What's wrong? Are you sick?" he asked, crouching down in front of him.

Copia shook his head.

"I-It's just..." He swallowed hard. "The ceremony."

Terzo frowned.

"The ceremony?"

"What if I mess something up?" Copia's voice shook. "What if I trip? What if everyone stares at me? What if I forget what I'm supposed to say?" His breathing hitched. "I can't do this."

"Hey, hey. Look at me."

Copia tried. He really did. But his vision was already starting to blur.

"I can't."

"Yes, you can."

"No, I can't."

Terzo gently took one of his hands.

"Cardi. Breathe with me."

Copia barely heard him. His chest felt tight. Too tight. Like a heavy weight was pressing down on him.

Then he felt Terzo squeeze his hand.

Copia looked up at him and tried to match his breathing.

"That's it," Terzo said softly. "Just focus on me."

So Copia did. Not on the ceremony. Not on the crowd.

Not on all the horrible things his brain kept insisting would happen.

Thank you

Hi! My apologies for taking so long!

When Copia was younger, he didn't like being touched. He never really understood why people hugged each other so often. The only people he tolerated physical affection from were his older brothers.

That changed once he started dating.

Slowly, he began to understand why people liked being close to one another. And before he knew it, he realized that he liked it too.

His favorite moments were the quiet ones. Lying on the couch with Terzo, wrapped in his arms while one of Terzo's hands lazily played with his hair.

Copia never expected being held to become his favorite thing in the world. It calmed him down and made him feel safe.

Naturally, he started seeking it out more often.

Of course, he never actually asked.

And to Terzo, that was the cutest part.

Whenever Copia wanted affection, he would start hovering nearby. He'd glance at Terzo when he thought he wasn't looking, as if trying to figure out whether he was busy or in the mood for cuddles.

Then he would slowly move closer, his head tilted down slightly.

Eventually, Terzo would smile and ask,

"Wanna cuddle?"

Copia would immediately nod.

And every single time, Terzo would open his arms for him.

One day, while holding Copia in his arms, Terzo said,

"Cardi?"

"Hm?"

"You know, when you want to cuddle, you don't have to wait for me to ask. You can just come over."

"I do come over," Copia mumbled, his cheeks turning pink.

"Yeah, you do. But before that, you spend five minutes hovering around me like a lost puppy."

"I do not."

"You do."

"I don't."

Terzo laughed softly.

"Cardi, you absolutely do."

Copia let out an embarrassed groan and buried his face deeper into Terzo's chest.

"I mean, it's adorable," Terzo continued. "You keep staring at me when you think I'm not looking, then you slowly make your way over here."

There was a moment of silence between them.

"...I wasn't behaving like a lost puppy."

"Yes, you were. But don't worry."

Copia peeked up at him.

"You're the cutest puppy I've ever seen."

"Terzo."

The warning in his voice was completely ruined by how red his face had become and how high his voice got.

Terzo only laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Copia immediately hid his face again.

Sometimes his shy side was Terzo's favorite side.

You're so real, anon. Me too lol😭

I've been obsessed with Terzosecondo lately, so here you go:

They had always been close for as long as they could remember. They spent nearly all their time together, whether they were playing, studying, or simply enjoying each other's company. Even when they argued, it was never anything serious, and they would quickly make up afterward.

As they grew older, more duties and responsibilities followed. As a Cardinal, Secondo would often leave for weeks, sometimes even months at a time.

Terzo always felt lonely when that happened. He was happy to see his brother grow and pursue his calling, but he missed him terribly. He often wrote letters, hoping it would help him feel closer to Secondo.

His older brother rarely replied.

And when he did, the letters were short.

Still, Terzo was always happy whenever he received an answer. Even when Secondo stopped asking how he was doing. Even when the replies became shorter and shorter.

When Secondo finally returned home, Terzo felt like the happiest man alive. But all Secondo said was, "Yeah, it's good to see you too." Then he walked away.

Terzo told himself it was because Secondo was tired. That he just needed some rest after being away for so long.

It was the first time in years that they were both home and sleeping in separate rooms.

Well, Secondo slept.

Terzo couldn't.

He felt as though he was losing his brother, his lover, one of the most important people in his life.

The next day, Terzo tried to spend more time with Secondo, but his brother simply told him he was busy. Of course, Terzo respected that.

The spark of hope returned when Secondo came to him that evening. For a brief moment, Terzo allowed himself to believe that things might finally go back to the way they used to be.

It didn't last.

Throughout the entire encounter, Secondo barely looked at him. He didn't speak. Didn't smile. Didn't reach for him afterward. And when it was over, he simply left, the door clicked shut behind him. Terzo spent the rest of the day lying in bed, heartbroken.

The worst part?

He still loved him.

Despite everything, he still found himself hoping that one day Secondo would love him again.

That hope never truly disappeared.

Not when Secondo started ignoring him.

Not when Terzo realized he was only being sought out when his brother wanted something from him.

Not when he became Papa and Secondo never once stood by his side.

Years passed.

Terzo kept waiting.

Kept hoping.

Kept loving him.

And Secondo never came back.

My apologies for the wait❤️, here it is:

I think Terzo would really love cuddling, especially with big guys (live, laugh, love big bears🤤).

Of course, Secondo was his first "victim" from the very beginning.

When they were little, Secondo would often roll his eyes and shoo him away (unless it was something serious and Terzo really needed comfort). Rarely, he would let his guard down and allow Terzo to cuddle up to him.

As teenagers, Secondo would always say, "Go away," but he never actually pushed Terzo away. That was when they started developing feelings for each other.

As they grew older, it became second nature to Secondo. Terzo would drop onto the couch beside him, and before he even realized what he was doing, an arm would already be draped over his shoulders. Neither of them ever commented on it.

Of course, Secondo never admitted how much he liked it. It simply became part of their routine. So when, one day, Terzo became so busy with his duties that he didn't cuddle his older brother even once, Secondo started feeling strangely unsettled.

The day felt wrong. Every time he reached for his coffee or looked up from his paperwork, he found himself expecting a familiar weight against his side. The absence was irritatingly noticeable.

So when Terzo came to his office to deliver some paperwork, Secondo pulled him onto his lap. Terzo let out a surprised yelp, and Secondo immediately wrapped his arms around him and pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

Naturally, Terzo immediately melted into him, hiding his face in Secondo's neck.

"I thought you didn't like cuddling?" Terzo asked eventually.

"I don't."

Terzo huffed a laugh.

"Liar."

Secondo didn't bother arguing. Instead, he pressed another kiss to the top of Terzo's head and felt him smile against his neck.

For a while, neither of them spoke. There was paperwork waiting on the desk, duties that couldn't be ignored forever, and an entire world demanding their attention.

But for those few minutes, none of it mattered.

Yup, many ideas, but for now it'll just be one slightly smutty idea, I guess 😭

Young Secondo, has been feeling weird lately. He is growing up, hormones buzzing in his head 24/7.  He feels like he needs something, but he doesn't know what exactly. One thing he does know, though, is who he wants to talk to

Primo was always the one who helped him. No matter what the problem was, his older brother never laughed at him and always tried to help.

So Secondo goes to Primo and tries to talk about his problem. But he doesn't know what to say or how to say it. Primo helped him build his confidence, but now Secondo is so embarrassed that he can barely look him in the eyes.

At first, Primo doesn't understand what's wrong. Then he notices how flushed his younger brother is.

And he notices the tent in his pants.

Primo takes him to his room, sits down with him, and explains that this is normal, that everyone has needs, and that there's nothing shameful about it.

"Can you help me with this?" Secondo asks.

Primo hesitates.

Part of him wants to tell Secondo that this is wrong, that they shouldn't do this.

Another part of him wants to take Secondo's virginity slowly, until his younger brother is breathless beneath him.

But in the end, he asks:

"Are you sure? You want me to help you, and not anyone else?"

Secondo looks him directly in the eyes.

"You. Only you."

And just like that, Primo loses the last bit of hesitation he had left.

...And that's how Secondo got his first handjob, lol😭

Hi, sorry you had to wait so long for an answer.

So here you go:

Pet really wanted to meet Copia and spend time with him, but Copia always refused, saying he was busy or making up some other excuse.

Because Copia knew basically nothing about his twin, he had no idea that V was a vampire. Or that he could change forms.

Perpetua decided to use that to his advantage. He would often turn into a bat and fly into Copia's office, hanging upside down in a corner while watching his twin work.

Copia thought he was just a normal bat. So he would talk to him sometimes, occasionally give him fruit, and before long he got attached to the little bat hanging in the corner of his office.

Perpetua liked it at first, but after weeks of Copia still refusing to properly meet him, he finally had enough.

One day, while Copia was sitting at his desk pretending to work, V flew over and landed on his chest, nearly giving him a heart attack.

"Woah!" Copia almost jumped out of his chair, but when he recognized his bat, he calmed down. "You scared the shit out of me, you know that, little guy?"

He looked into the bat's eyes. Mismatched. Just like his.

"...unholy shit," Copia muttered.

He frowned when he noticed that the upper half of the bat's face had silver markings shaped like Perpetua's mask.

"Are you fucking kidding me...?"

At that moment, Pet shifted back into his human form.

Hi! Thanks for reminding me about those question things on Tumblr, I totally forgot they existed 😭 

But to answer: hell yeah, I actually wrote a fic where Terzo is FtM. Idk if that's exactly what you meant, though. In both of my trans Terzo versions (MtF and FtM), he/she already had top surgery, but is still pre-bottom surgery. 

Also, when you mentioned a "swapped version," my brain immediately went to male Terzo waking up in a female body and female Terzo waking up in a male one or something like that 😭(Male Terzo waking up with boobs would definitely just stare at them for a solid minute like "...nice.") 

And honestly, I don't think Secondo or any of the other Papas would have a "favorite" version of Terzo. To them, their sibling is perfect in every version.