#dellarants

nautical voyage hopeless romantic extra yearning

secondo frantically writing letters to his lover across the sea who has yet to respond Fanfic…

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With a heart aching big brotherly love that borders on parental to protect his up and coming brother from the same position he’s trapped in.

With undertones of corrupt clergy’s and monarchy reputations and bloodlines…

With a dash of Cardinal Copia & Cardinal Perpetua long lost twin aftertaste.

And just a sprinkle of sea captain Terzo.

Would any be curious in a hypothetical tag list? 🧐

(ALSO: I am completely open to HC and Drabble requests about any ghost character, submissions encouraged)

The fandom always needs new voices. ☺️

Ok, something basic (I don't know how smutty or angsty you want go with this)....

Copia has had NO positive reenforcement in his life and so he needs SO much convincing to get romantic because he's BAFFLED that anyone would ever want him.

Have fun!

HI THIS IS CRAZY IM A BIG FAN!!! IVE BEEN READING YOUR WORKS FORVER!

My heart aches for an insecure Copia whether that’s Cardinal or post papa Frater struggling with the idea that someone could love him for him and not being papa.

Being so stiff and awkward around a sibling that is putting in their best effort to crack him open.

“Healthy”

You huffed shifting around the covers to face him now, he was already looking at you.

“Answer the question…”

“…Don’t most men want sons?”

He buried his head into the pillow, exhaling. His mind was else where.

“A bambina.”

He turned his head back towards you.

“How come?”

“Well, a figlio would be the son of the church. Whisked away from us from birth. Based off a promise one of my ancestors made to the olde one generations ago.”

“Bred into an imposition, molded to be something against his will. And that’s assuming he can develop little feelings to fester before they’re snuffed out.”

“But a little girl…” He spoke softly. His eyes drifting from yours to the air around you.

Steamy ship hate sex with Papa II.

Steamy ship hate makeup sex with Papa II.

Steamy ship hate makeup sex with Papa II, the the cabin windows shutters battering against the side of the ship, rain pouring into the cabin. Uncontrollable down pour forces the winds and waves to swell as a storm brews overhead. Rapid winds and waves make the ship rock violently. The thin lace curtains on the canopy above the bed fluttering above Papa, whom has you spread open like one of his beautiful butterfly’s he admires pinned above his desk in his chambers. His violent thrust upwards into you mimic the rhythm of the ship, violent, unyielding but also desperate in search of something. His unrelenting pace coupled with the grip he has on your hips pulling you upwards onto him with every grind frightens you. But even as the ship threatens to drown you both in the tides it creates, you know it won’t.

He wouldn’t allow it.

And you know that being under him is the safest place you could ever be.

HI GUYS c:

I’m a baby writer and new to fan fiction and I want lots of ideas from the community!

I am cooking up a mean Papa II arranged marriage multipart but I want some projects in the middle to build up my voice.

PLS PLS PLS SEND ASKS AND REQUESTS!!!!!

currently thinking of a jealous friend zoned Terzo angsty smut one shot if anyone would care to elaborate C: