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I thought about bg3 characters in relation to ghost songs and I've leveled up a new brainrot

Anyway all of Imerpa is very Gale coded

#yes yes yes #shadowheart is very griftwood i feel #and astarion is so prequelle

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"I finally understand the harvey hype"

oh, I'm sorry! you mean stardew valley harvey? the "he's such a boring romance" harvey? the harvey whose romance took me LITERAL hours to get so I could marry the lovable guy, that harvey?

he's cool now? HE'S BEEN COOL.

#HES ALWAYS BEEN MY FAV #one of my first ever fanfics was abt him #his 10 heart event is one of the best in the game #sdv #harvey my beloved #stardew valley

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Sorry for disappearing off the face of the earth, I was busy accumulating 94 hours on Baldur's Gate 3. With that being said, I would really like to be more active, so I've decided to open up requests.

Masterlist

Here are my guidelines:

Requests are open!

My guidelines are pretty loose. I will write reader insert drabbles, oneshots, and headcanons for almost any character from Ghost or Baldur's Gate 3. I will not write full on smut. Suggestive content is fine, but I am most comfortable with writing fluff or, on occasion, angst.

More specific list of characters I write for:

Ghost

Copia

Terzo

Secondo

Primo

Any of Copia or Terzo's ghouls

Baldur's Gate 3

Gale

Wyll

Astarion

Halsin

Karlach

Lae'zel

Shadowheart

Zevlor

Rolan

Gortash (Durgetash centric)

Most other non-romancable NPCs (ask and I'll lyk if I'll write for them)

Ultimately, ask for anything and I'll answer it if I'm comfortable writing it.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 x reader #bg3 x tav #request

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Here lies a list of all of the fanfics I have written and will write in the near future.

Requests | Special Masterlist

Ghost (Band)

Headcanons:

Hopeless Romantic Copia

Drabbles:

Indulgence

Saccharine Kisses

Hide Us in Shadow

Drabbles:

Nice to Be Kneaded

Above and Beyond

Oneshots:

I Wanna Get You Back

Drabbles:

The Distance

A Papa's Claim

Drabbles:

Broken Mirror

Sway

Baldur's Gate 3

Coming soon...

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #cardinal copia x reader #masterlist

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People don't talk about the clown girls in the Jesus He Knows Me music video nearly enough.

#theyre so me #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #jim defroque

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I am begging you guys to take this as the joke that it is. I was talking about him as Papa. Specifically the instances in the chapters (tomb it may concern and tax season) where Imperator is like "shouldn't you be working? 🤨" and he's like "I am" when he's actually playing games or messing with makeup.

I'm aware of his employee of the month awards he got as Cardinal. I believe the reason why he isn't such a workaholic anymore is probably either burnout or the fact that he finally got the position he worked so hard for and finally has the opportunity to chill out. I have so many thoughts about him and I know that he's so much more than "haha Copia no work" so I don't need people to explain that to me.

Copia in fanfics is always this workaholic who can't take a second just to chill out and take a break but in the chapters bro does not do shit.

#this was meant to be lighthearted 😭 #its not that deep #ghost band #the band ghost #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv

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Copia in fanfics is always this workaholic who can't take a second just to chill out and take a break but in the chapters bro does not do shit.

#“i am working on me 😊” #he's so silly #ghost band #papa emeritus iv #ghost bc #ghost #cardinal copia

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Dracopia scenarios be like: Girl staggers into Abbey infirmary with puncture wounds in her neck. "You should see the other guy." She says, dazed and obviously on the verge of passing out. Dracopia staggers into Abbey infirmary covered in many cartoony lipstick kiss marks. Dazed and obviously on the verge of passing out.

#such a sucker for lipstick marks #really want to write smth like this #but i have multiple unfinished things to worry abt 😔

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I'm glad! As a supremely insecure person, compliments mean little to nothing to me unless I believe them to be true. Compliments are lovely, but insecurities often overpower their effect. I tried to amend that here because these fics are meant to be a comfort to me and makes me happy to see that they act as that for others as well <3

Broken Mirror

Primo x gn!reader

Warnings: Non-sexual stripping and body worship

Word Count: 518

Love from Your Papas Day 8: Worship with Primo

With a sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror. Primo has been planning to take you out for a nice, romantic dinner to celebrate your love for Valentine’s Day, but looking at yourself in the outfit you bought, your excitement is dwindling. You don't look bad, but the outfit was certainly better in theory. It doesn't fit the way you expect and it just feels off. You wanted to look nice for Primo, but now you worry about what he’ll think when he sees you. 

As if summoned, Primo enters the door all dressed up for your date. You see him behind you in the mirror and temporarily forget your own insecurities. He so rarely dresses in anything other than his robes or casual wear that it was refreshing to see him look so handsome and formal. You smile weakly as he approaches you.

“You smile, but you don't look happy.” Primo observes, turning you around and wrapping his arms around you. He can see right through you, so there's no sense in hiding it. You nod, confirming his comment.

“I just wanted to look good tonight. But I don't feel good.” You sigh, avoiding his gaze. Based on past experiences, you assume that he'll just brush off your concerns, compliment you, and urge you out the door. But he doesn't. He softly cups your face and makes you look at him.

“Amore, you are utter perfection. The brightest star in the sky, the fairest flower in the garden.” Primo begins by placing a tender kiss to your lips, holding you by your hips. He pulls back and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyelids, and chin. “What bothers you so? What is so imperfect to you?” 

You sigh and gesture down to your body, more specifically pointing out your outfit. “It doesn't fit right. It's not… flattering.”

Primo smiles sympathetically, his hands roving over your hips. “Then let's find something you feel good in.”

Soon, he is stripping you of your layers, kissing every newly exposed inch of skin he can reach. Every part is layered with love, every kiss and touch powered by his pure adoration for you. When down to your undergarments, you are placed on the bed so that Primo can pick an outfit for you. He rummages through your closet, remembering the outfits you wore and enjoyed on previous dates. He did not think that the outfit he found you in was unflattering in the slightest, but it was more important that you both feel and look good. Finally, he pulls out garments from the closet that you love and he thinks you look best in.

Primo helps you dress again, kissing more of your body. By the end of it, you're grinning ear to ear, happy with the way you look and how Primo makes you feel. Your heart is filled with joy and warmth. His worship is an excellent aid to your confidence, and you decide that you will return the favor right after your date. He deserves to feel as adored as you do. 

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Broken Mirror

Primo x gn!reader

Warnings: Non-sexual stripping and body worship

Word Count: 518

Love from Your Papas Day 8: Worship with Primo

With a sigh, you look at yourself in the mirror. Primo has been planning to take you out for a nice, romantic dinner to celebrate your love for Valentine’s Day, but looking at yourself in the outfit you bought, your excitement is dwindling. You don't look bad, but the outfit was certainly better in theory. It doesn't fit the way you expect and it just feels off. You wanted to look nice for Primo, but now you worry about what he’ll think when he sees you. 

As if summoned, Primo enters the door all dressed up for your date. You see him behind you in the mirror and temporarily forget your own insecurities. He so rarely dresses in anything other than his robes or casual wear that it was refreshing to see him look so handsome and formal. You smile weakly as he approaches you.

“You smile, but you don't look happy.” Primo observes, turning you around and wrapping his arms around you. He can see right through you, so there's no sense in hiding it. You nod, confirming his comment.

“I just wanted to look good tonight. But I don't feel good.” You sigh, avoiding his gaze. Based on past experiences, you assume that he'll just brush off your concerns, compliment you, and urge you out the door. But he doesn't. He softly cups your face and makes you look at him.

“Amore, you are utter perfection. The brightest star in the sky, the fairest flower in the garden.” Primo begins by placing a tender kiss to your lips, holding you by your hips. He pulls back and kisses the corner of your mouth, then your cheeks, nose, forehead, eyelids, and chin. “What bothers you so? What is so imperfect to you?” 

You sigh and gesture down to your body, more specifically pointing out your outfit. “It doesn't fit right. It's not… flattering.”

Primo smiles sympathetically, his hands roving over your hips. “Then let's find something you feel good in.”

Soon, he is stripping you of your layers, kissing every newly exposed inch of skin he can reach. Every part is layered with love, every kiss and touch powered by his pure adoration for you. When down to your undergarments, you are placed on the bed so that Primo can pick an outfit for you. He rummages through your closet, remembering the outfits you wore and enjoyed on previous dates. He did not think that the outfit he found you in was unflattering in the slightest, but it was more important that you both feel and look good. Finally, he pulls out garments from the closet that you love and he thinks you look best in.

Primo helps you dress again, kissing more of your body. By the end of it, you're grinning ear to ear, happy with the way you look and how Primo makes you feel. Your heart is filled with joy and warmth. His worship is an excellent aid to your confidence, and you decide that you will return the favor right after your date. He deserves to feel as adored as you do. 

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus i x reader #papa primo #primo x reader #primo emeritus

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A Papa's Claim

Secondo x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 508

A/N: I'm sorry this is posted so late into the day 😭 I'm reaching the territory I haven't pre-written for so it's a little bit more difficult for me to have these done in time.

Love From Your Papas Day 7: Paints with Secondo

“I need you to stay still for me.”

Secondo stares at you with a blank, unamused face as you try to contain your excited fit of giggles. He had finally agreed to do his papal paint on your face after your weeks and weeks of begging. Outwardly, he seems to be regretting his decision, but he's inwardly amused at your enthusiasm. 

When you calm yourself, Secondo begins his process. He holds the pot of black face paint and begins to apply it around your eyes. While it would make more sense to apply the white first, you trust his process. His hand-applied paints always looked slightly messy– it gave the look charm. He's very delicate with his application, being careful around the eyes and soft with your cheeks. Secondo soon pulls back, being done with the black paint for now.

The break gives you an opportunity to take a look at the progress. You eagerly get out of your seat and over to the mirror. You beam proudly at your reflection. He has made it very clear that you're his in the past, but now it's unmistakable. He smirks as you check yourself out.

“Wow, I look just like you now.” You say playfully. “Except with a bit more hair.” 

Secondo rolls his eyes at your joke, entering the bathroom to wash the black paint off of his hands so he can proceed with the white. You return to your spot in the chair and await his return.

Secondo comes back and stands before you, admiring the look of his paints on your face. His hands come up to your cheeks, caressing the clean spots of skin. They run through your hair as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. He wipes off his paints that have transferred to your forehead before picking up the white pot of paint and beginning to apply it to the rest of your face. His touch on your lips tickles, causing you to giggle. Secondo gives you a warning look and you try to straighten your expression, but his look just fuels the outburst. To his dismay, he cracks a smile as well. He shakes his head before grabbing the black paint again.

Secondo uses a brush this time to get thinner, more precise lines on your lips. The brush tickles as well, but you try your best to hold it together. He finishes the lines and steps back, admiring the nearly finished product. He touches up the black paint before calling it.

Taking your hand, Secondo pulls you up from the chair and over to the mirror. He holds you from behind and admires your matching face paint.

“Perfetto, amore.” Secondo praises. You grin at your reflection once again. You enjoy how they look on you and the fact that they essentially act as his mark on you. You turn to face him and kiss his lips. The paint is smeared, but he doesn't care. 

The smudge marks would be matching, and he’ll wear them with pride.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii #papa secondo #secondo x reader

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Above and Beyond

Terzo x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1k

Love from Your Papas Day 6: A Grand Gesture from Terzo

Sometimes you think that Terzo is Cupid himself. 

It's Valentine’s Day and Terzo insisted that you take the day off from your duties. Papa's orders. And who are you to disobey? You wake up to light streaming in through his window and roll over to avoid the irritable sunlight. Burrowing deeper into the covers, you feel around for your lover's body. He usually wakes up before you so it's no surprise when you find that he's not there, but it's still equally disappointing. 

But then you smell something cooking from the other room. You couldn't pinpoint exactly what's cooking, but it makes the smile return to your lips and your stomach begin to growl. He had warned you that he would be going all out for Valentine’s Day, and you could tell now that he wasn't exaggerating. This is just the beginning of what's to come.

You remain in bed a while longer, still waking up and not wanting to leave the soft, warm blankets when you feel so cozy. You hear the door creep open and look up to see Terzo with a tray holding various plates of your favorite breakfast foods. Sitting up, you look at him with a smile while wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“There you are, sleepy head. Your breakfast is ready.” Terzo says, placing the tray over your lap and a kiss on the top of your head. He sits down on the bed with you, careful not to tip the balance of the tray. You grin broadly at him.

“You're so sweet, you know that?” You say, starting to dig into your breakfast. Terzo chuckles as he watches you enjoy his cooking. His heart always swells with pride whenever one of his gestures is well received. 

“This isn't even the beginning.” Terzo responds cheekily. He reaches into his jacket and pulls out a folded piece of paper, handing it off to you. “Not a moment of today is without a plan.”

You look at the itinerary in awe, surprised at how many meaningful things he had planned on doing with you today. A walk in the garden where he had first spoken to you, ending up at the fountain where he first asked you to be his, a shopping trip where he'd treat you with anything you'd like, partaking in a hobby of yours, ending with a massage and a nice dinner. Your heart speeds up just reading about these activities. You feel as though it puts your gift to him to shame. But you couldn't possibly be more grateful to have such a doting, loving partner.

“Wow. All this just for me?” You ask, unable to fathom the effort he's putting in just to make you happy. Terzo scoffs as if offended. 

“Of course, just for you. You and only you, amore. I could not fathom doing this for another.” Terzo says, pressing a kiss to your lips. You smile at the gesture and continue to eat your breakfast, Terzo occasionally stealing a few bites. When you finish, Terzo handles the dishes and urges you to get ready for the day ahead of you. He's very clearly excited for you to see the rest of what he has planned for you.

For the rest of the day, Terzo is at your side doting upon you with thoughtful activities, special gifts, romantic words, and affectionate touches. You notice that he visibly relaxes as the days go on, happy to see that things are going as closely to plan as possible and that you're enjoying yourself. He has a perpetual fear that he's not enough for you so it's very reassuring to see you react the way he intended. All of this build up trickles into your dinner plans. You opt for dinner first and then the massage, as all the walking around all day has caused you to work up an appetite. Terzo had his ghouls (only the ones he trusts around a kitchen) to prepare dinner while you two are away. The room is decorated beautifully with plenty of flowers and candles, the table set and your favorite meal presented on your plates.

“Thank you for today.” You begin as you both start to eat your dinner. “I never imagined someone would put that much effort into making Valentine’s Day so special.”

“You are special to me, tesoro. You are deserving of every good thing on this earth. I want to give it all to you, to be your happiness.” Terzo says, his face riddled with emotion. “I am blessed by Lucifer himself to have you by my side. I hope you know how much you mean to me.”

You grin at him from across the table, fighting back the joyous tears welling up in your eyes. With several deep breaths, you compose yourself. “I have a gift for you, but it doesn't even come close to what you've done for me today.”

Terzo's eyes widen as if he's shocked that you had done something for him at all. He's touched. He doesn't care if it's as grand as what he had done for you today. In his eyes, anything you give him is equal to what he's done for you. He watches as you walk off into the bedroom to grab your gift for him. Shortly after, you come back to the table and hold it out to him.

It's a book. A book of memories. A scrapbook. Terzo flips through the pages of photos of you two in complete awe. There are so many memories included in the beautifully and creatively decorated pages. His heart soars at every silly photo taken at a seemingly insignificant moment, now documented in this book to be remembered forever with complete fondness. Before he realizes it, he's crying. Immediately, you wrap your arms around him in a comforting embrace. This book beats any reassurance he's ever received. He's yours and he means something to you. No longer are the days where he goes undervalued in a relationship. 

You're here to stay and to love him. And that's the only gesture that matters.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus iii #terzo x reader #terzo emeritus #papa terzo

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Hide Us in Shadow

Cardinal Copia x gn!reader

Warnings: Mentions of people getting up to filth in the confessional

Word Count: 696

Love from Your Papas Day 5: Hidden Kisses with Copia

Comfortable silence lays over the ministry halls like a blanket, the space uninhabited and illuminated by moonlight. The ministry is a beautiful place, and that beauty is only enhanced by the light of the moon pouring into the stained glass windows– it’s calm and serene when there isn’t a stream of people carrying out their duties throughout the day. 

The silence is suddenly cut through by the faint sound of careful steps on the tile. It's times like this that you curse the spacious, echoey hallways. You didn't typically go out past curfew, but the instances have become more and more common since you've become involved with the Cardinal. The blossoming romance isn't exactly forbidden, but you'd like it to develop more privately before it becomes a public thing. So, naturally, you both decide to be dramatic about it and sneak around to see each other. It makes things far more thrilling and fun.

You soon make it through the ministry and outside to the garden, your designated meeting spot. You arrive just a couple minutes late and find Copia sitting on a stone bench. His smile brightens at the sight of you and he moves over to give you room to sit. His hands fidget nervously. 

Sitting down next to Copia on the bench, you take his hand and give it a comforting squeeze. While he enjoys sneaking around with you, it stresses him out to no end. But it's hard to worry about that when you're by his side. All other cares go out the window when he has you in mind. 

“I'm glad you made it. I was starting to worry that Sister had found you.” Copia says, keeping his voice low. “I would hate for you to be put on laundry duty on my behalf.” 

“I think you're well worth any punishment she could dish out.” You assure him. “Except maybe cleaning out the confessional. I don't even want to think about the messes people leave in there.”

Copia laughs at this and leans in close. He looks at you for a moment, wanting to kiss you but hesitating to initiate it. The relationship is new and the last thing he wants is to take things too far and make you uncomfortable. But you simply laugh and lean in the rest of the way, kissing him softly. He makes a happy noise against your lips. His hand slides up your back and rests on the back of your head. 

Suddenly, you hear rustling in a nearby bush. You both quickly part in a panic, looking around for the source of the noise. You calm when you see that it's just a stray cat pouncing at a meal near the bushes. Copia visibly relaxes when he realizes they haven't been discovered. He places another short kiss on your lips, only to pull you in for another right when the previous one ends. You grin against his lips as the kisses continue. He peppers them all across your cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips. Not an inch of your face is left untouched. 

“Someone missed me today.” You tease with a giggle. Copia doesn't argue– he most certainly did miss you. Seeing you at night is the highlight of his day. He doesn't have to worry about paperwork or deadlines. All he had to worry about was Sister’s wearabouts and when he would next be able to see you like this. 

“I don't think we should hide this any longer, topolino.” Copia whispers, his mouth just short of colliding with yours once again. 

“I agree. I want people to see us and know that we're together.” You breathe, glancing down at his lips. Unable to resist the temptation, you bring him into another kiss, wrapping yourself around him, immersing yourself in him. You're in somewhat of a trance, completely mesmerized by how his lips feel against yours.

“Having fun, are we?” 

You jump back yet again and are met with a very smug looking Sister Imperator. Both of you are sheepish and worrying over what chore you both would be tasked with for being out past curfew.

Please not the confessional, anything but the confessional…

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader

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Sway

Primo x gn!reader

Warnings: Nothing

Word Count: 428

Love from Your Papas Day 4: Slow Dancing with Primo

The comforting, aged hand of your lover rests delicately on your waist. His other hand holds yours, gentle yet firm. He guides this dance, languidly leading you both. Music fills the atmosphere, soft and slow. Primo looks at you like you are the only thing in the room.

Your day had progressed sluggishly as you had decided to take things at a more manageable pace for the sake of your mental health. When Primo had arrived home, he found you tidying up your shared living space and humming along to the slow song playing in the background. He had taken you by surprise when he pulled you into his arms and began to dance with you, but it was admittedly very pleasant. The pace and the way he looks at you lulls you into a daze.

That daze is soon broken when he breaks the predictable movements by moving to spin you. You laugh as you spin and are pulled back against his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder as the dancing deescalates to simply swaying to the music. But that's all it really needs to be. As long as you're in his arms, nothing else truly matters other than the deep love you feel for each other, making itself known at every opportunity. 

You lift your head and press your lips against his in a tender kiss. Primo returns the kiss without escalating it, perfectly content in the rhythm you've already been maintaining. 

“You are very dear to me, my sweet.” Primo mutters as he pulls away. He stills, simply holding you in his arms as he expresses his love for you. You beam at his loving words and decide to return them with some of your own. 

“And you’re dear to me. I adore you, Primo.” You respond softly, your head returning to his shoulder and hands caressing his back with care. He hums in content and caresses your waist in return. Several kisses are pressed to your temple, smearing his paints onto your forehead. You're used to that by now. After a while in this peaceful moment, you pull back and pause your caresses.

“Let's get you cleaned up so we can relax in bed. I'll fall asleep if you hold me like this any longer.” You request, sleepily gazing up at him. Primo chuckles and nods in agreement. 

“I'd like that, amore. Your care is very much appreciated.” He responds, guiding you by the hands to the bathroom. 

He spins you once more just to hear the laughter tumble from your lips.

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A/N: Just want to say I really appreciate the reception of this series so far! Knowing that people enjoy my writing is surreal. This one is very short and sweet. It's my first time writing for Primo and I hope I did him justice.

#ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus i #primo x reader #papa primo #primo emeritus

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The Distance

Secondo x gn!reader

Warnings: Some suggestive comments, otherwise just fluff and lots of feelings, one sentence of google translated Italian, this is my first ever time writing for Secondo

Word Count: 938

Love from Your Papas Day 3: Long-Distance Valentine's Day with Secondo

This is the brightest you've smiled in weeks.

With cheeks rosy and sore from beaming, you watch as Secondo sets up his phone to make himself visible to you. He’s without his paints and sunglasses, his white eye boring into the camera and right at you. It’s almost enough to forget that he’s not really with you.

Secondo is now nearing the end of his tour, and not seeing him for weeks has been difficult for the both of you. To your disappointment, Valentine’s day just so happened to land on a day where he’d be on the road. He found himself being equally as disappointed despite the fact that he’d never been big on celebrating the holiday in the past. But he knew just the thing to make the day brighter. Although he wouldn’t admit it, Secondo has a major soft spot for you– whatever brought you joy brought him just as much happiness, if not more.

This is why he is sitting on the phone with you, all dressed up as if he were taking you out on a date, which is what he would be doing if he really were there. Technology isn’t exactly Secondo’s forte, and his phone has already fallen over enough times for a small scowl to make its way to his face. But you’re just happy that he’d offered to do this for you. Finally, the phone stays propped up and he leans back into his seat, allowing you to admire him in the outfit he had chosen. It’s simple yet elegant– a black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms along with some simple black dress pants you could see in his cross-legged position. 

“You look… wow.” Is all you manage to say, a giddy and disbelieving laugh escaping you as well. Secondo chuckles, a sly grin replacing the temporary scowl. You make all of the unpleasant emotions vanish so easily. 

“Cuoricino, have you seen yourself? You look absolutely radiant tonight.” He compliments, causing another excited laugh to come out of your mouth. Secondo absolutely adores your laugh. He is grateful for any sign that you are happy. You take a breath, trying to dial back your excitability.

“Truly, I think you look far more incredible than I do.” You say. You start to fidget with a bracelet on your wrist. “I really miss you, you know.”

This admission warms Secondo's heart. He uncrosses his legs and rests his elbows on his thighs as he leans closer to the camera. “I miss you too, amore mio. More than words can describe. If only I were there with you right now. I'm sure you can imagine what we'd get up to.”

You laugh and nod at the truth of his statement. “Oh, I sure can imagine it. I can't wait for the day to come where I don't have to rely on my imagination.”

Secondo chuckles. “I know, I know. And that day will come soon. But for now, I have a little something for you.” You raise an eyebrow as a mischievous grin forms on his face. “Check the closet.”

Bewildered, you rise from the couch in the quarters you share with Secondo and head over to the closet. At first, nothing catches your eye. It's just the same closet you get your clothes out of each morning. But then you notice a black gift bag in the top right corner of the shelf. You curiously take the bag and wander back to the couch, placing yourself back in front of your phone.

Secondo’s expression brightens as he sees that you located the bag. “Go on then. Open it.” He encourages. 

You carefully pull out the green tissue paper and set it to the side. Inside the bag are a collection of your favorite snacks, cookies, and a letter. Your attention is captured first by the letter, taking it out before paying any attention to anything else inside the bag. You glance at Secondo waiting anxiously on the other side of the phone to see your reaction. You open the envelope and begin to read his neat and pleasant handwriting. 

Il mio amore più caro,

Firstly, I would like to express how much I appreciate you and how you put up with a grumpy old man such as myself. I am not easy to be with, we're both well aware of that. But I haven't scared you off yet, so I must be doing something right. I don't often express the depths of how I feel for you in words. I do hope my actions make up for it, but you are completely deserving of hearing how I feel. I love you dearly, cuoricino. With you, I now have a place where I am truly allowed to bare my heart openly. You look right through my rough exterior, so I'd say you earned it. I'll tell you right now, I cannot wait to get home and get my hands on you, reminding you of my love over and over again. For now, enjoy your treats and know that I am always thinking of you.

Your Love,

Secondo

By the end of the letter, your grin cannot be contained. You refold the letter and place it back into the envelope before holding it closely to your heart, as if you were embracing Secondo himself. You've never felt closer to him, even with all of these miles that stand between you. But the distance is merely an obstacle that cannot hold off your love. He is yours in both body and soul.

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Translations:

Cuoricino- Little heart

Il mio amore più caro- My dearest love

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Nice to be Kneaded

Terzo x gn!reader

Warnings: Very slight suggestiveness at the end (for comedic purposes), the title is a stupid pun

Word Count: 808

Love from Your Papas Day 2: Baking with Terzo

A groan could be heard from just outside the kitchen accompanied by the soft flop of fabric hitting the counter– your white hand towel soiled with egg and flour. You were literally and metaphorically throwing in the towel, exasperated by your extensive baking tasks. Time seems to have flown by, your entire day spent in the kitchen, but the end wasn’t as close as you would like it to be. You curse yourself for making so many commitments. Offering friends and family the gift of baked goods seemed like a good idea at the time, but now it was overwhelming.

“Now, what did that mixer do to you, tesoro?” The voice snaps you out of your rage induced stare-off with the standing mixer in front of you. You laugh weakly thinking about how crazy you probably looked. You turn your head to look at your beloved Terzo. His presence could almost distract you from your distress. Almost.

“It's too much, Terzo. I thought I could handle this but it's just so overwhelming and-” Just as frustrated tears form in your eyes, Terzo steps forward and places his hands on your shoulders. He looks deeply and lovingly into your eyes.

“Breathe, alright? It's baking, it's a hobby. Don't stress yourself out over it. It's supposed to be fun.” Terzo says softly, attempting to lift your spirits. You bite your trembling bottom lip and close your eyes, taking a deep breath. His hands soothingly rub your shoulders as you take a moment to collect yourself. He's right, you shouldn't be so stressed over what's supposed to be a source of joy for you. 

“I know. I just made too many promises and I don't know how to keep them without overextending myself.” You say with a sigh. Terzo offers a sympathetic smile, his hands coming up to brush your hair out of your face. 

“Then allow me to help.” Terzo offers. Immediately, you smile and shake your head. Terzo is the worst baker you know. He is an excellent chef and he would often cook nice, special meals for the both of you, but unfortunately, those skills do not translate into baking. He's not one for exact measurements, so his desserts often come out in odd shapes and textures that you weren't aware were even possible to achieve. Those abominations were enough to convince him to leave the baking up to you.

“While I appreciate the offer, I want these cookies to be edible.” You say with a laugh. Terzo returns your amused look. He kisses your cheek before sliding his hands down your arms to hold yours. 

“Then I shall be your emotional support.” He offers. You sigh and take a look at the kitchen. Two more types of cookies have to be made, and you think you just might manage with him by your side. You pull him into an embrace– a thank you for always being there. Terzo hums in appreciation, returning your tight embrace.

Soon after you separate, you head right back to work. Terzo acts as a dutiful assistant, retrieving ingredients, measuring spoons, and managing your dishes so you could finish up even faster. For his own enjoyment, he steals tastes of dough from the bowl and the occasional peck from you. He sure does make the long hours in the kitchen more bearable. You decide to put on music to which he dramatically sings along to, causing you to roll your eyes even though you inwardly love to watch him keep himself entertained.

Eventually, all the dough is done being made. You look over at Terzo, who is divvying out dough into evenly sized balls onto cookie sheets so they could enter the oven. He takes care to be extra precise, fully aware of your level of perfectionism and trying to honor it to the best of his ability. Your heart flutters at his effort. Thankful wouldn't be a strong enough word to describe how you felt towards his efforts. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist.

“Seriously, thank you so much for your help. I don't think I could have done this without you.” You say softly, placing gentle kisses to his temple. 

“It is nothing. You would do the same for me, no?” Terzo says, glancing up towards your face. You laugh and nod.

“If I saw you baking, I would usher you out of the kitchen.” Terzo lets out an exaggerated laugh before a deadpan expression falls over his face, making you laugh even harder. “Since you've been such a good helper, I think you deserve a reward.”

Terzo raises an eyebrow at you, a smirk gracing his lips. “Is that so, amore? You'd like to reward your Papa?” 

“Yes, I would. You get to taste-test these cookies.”

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Love From Your Papas Masterlist

Overview: This consists of 8 fluff drabbles leading up to Valentine’s Day.

Day 1- Chocolates with Copia

Day 2- Baking with Terzo

Day 3- Long-Distance Valentine's Day with Secondo

Day 4- Slow Dancing with Primo

Day 5- Hidden Kisses with Copia

Day 6- A Grand Gesture from Terzo

Day 7- Paints with Secondo

Day 8- Worship with Primo

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