cardinal-copia-popia · 1 year ago
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Hii!(im the anon of the last request, loved It❤️)
I have read others of your drabbles and i was thinking about a jealous copia, maybe during some interaction with the others papas. A fem Reader (sister of sin) and no relationship between them yet.
What are your thoughts about It?
Sorry for any errors but english Is not my First language (Its italian, and Reading those Little italian words in the fics make It all Better, i swear)
Hello, wonderful anon! Your English is just fine! And I'm happy you enjoyed the last request!
I wrote this up for you! I hope it's to your liking! But if you wanted it to go in a different direction or something, just let me know!
I Only Want To Dance With You
Also available here on AO3
SFW, but under the cut for length.
It was no secret that Copia was not like his predecessors. Sure, he could talk the talk and thrust his hips on stage with the best of them, but when it came to actually talking and, Satan forbid, flirting with someone? Well, let’s just say Copia got a little tongue-tied.
Which is why he had yet to properly ask you out on a date, though the two of you were friends. It really shouldn’t be so difficult, he told himself, to no avail. He was not forthright like Secondo or suave like Terzo. And Primo! Well, from what Copia heard, Primo had it all, lucky old devil….
Copia, though… Copia had his rats. But… most people didn’t like them… You did, however. You were always very kind to them, which was one of the things Copia loved about you.
What he did not love, however, were the parties held by the clergy. He detested these functions, mostly because he often spent them alone in a corner, where he was now, watching you, the belle of the ball — in his eyes, at least — dancing with Terzo. You had been keeping Copia company, but then you got up to replenish your drink, and while at the refreshment table, Terzo had approached. The next thing Copia knew, you and Terzo were dancing.
Copia nursed his drink, trying to ignore the jealousy eating away at him. That should be him out there with you, holding you close, whispering in your ear how beautiful you looked. Because you were. Oh, so beautiful….
And Terzo was holding you so close, his hand on your back just a little too low for Copia's liking. Copia would not paw at you so crudely.
He then watched with his fist clenched as Terzo leaned in closer, his lips next to your ear, and whispered something, something that had you laughing and swatting at his chest. Terzo grinned in response and brought your hand he was holding up to his lips to kiss the back of it.
The surge of jealousy Copia felt had his hand tightening around his glass, almost hard enough to shatter it. That should be him, damn it. If only he were bold enough, he would ask you to dance and—
"You could always ask her."
Copia startled and looked up at Primo. Primo smiled down at him before moving to sit next to him.
"She is already dancing," Copia answered, relaxing his hold on his glass and taking another swig.
"Sì, but you could cut in. I am sure she would not mind."
Copia snorted. "If she wanted to dance with me, she would not be dancing with Terzo, no?"
"Well, there is a sister over there who has been eyeing you all evening. Perhaps you could ask her instead."
Copia looked at Primo distrustfully, but Primo just stared back placidly.
"Where?" Copia finally asked.
Primo nodded in the general direction, and sure enough, Copia saw a young woman looking at him, smiling coyly. He recognized her as a sister who was often hanging off Terzo's arm. Perhaps he had too much to drink, but he did not even think before standing and making his way over to her. Perhaps he could get you to come to him. 
"Sorella, would you care to dance?" he asked the blushing sister.
"Yes, Cardinal, I would love to dance."
He led the sister to the dancefloor and quickly swept up her into his arms. She looked surprised but pleased. Later he might realize asking her to dance was so easy because it meant nothing to him, but at the moment, he too was surprised that he had been able to do so so easily.
Despite having the sister's full attention, Copia's focus was solely on you. He maneuvered them closer to you, wanting you to see him.
He did not necessarily intend to literally bump into you and Terzo, but it happened. You looked surprised to see him.
“Copia? You’re dancing,” you said with a faint smile.
“Sì. I am capable.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Terzo frown. Your smile faltered.
“Well, of course, you can. I didn’t mean—”
“And you have found a partner, I see?” Copia interrupted, stopping dancing altogether and letting go of the poor sister he was simply using to get to you.
“Uh, yes, I did.”��
“Do you intend to leave with him?” he asked, unable to mask the disgust in his voice.
Your jaw dropped in shock before you seemed to come to yourself again. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business!”
Copia sneered. “Who knew you were so easy.” Okay, definitely too much to drink…
So much so that he did not even see the slap coming. However, the painful sting knocked some sense back into him as he suddenly realized what he had done and said. Copia could only watch as you ran away, and Terzo appeared in his line of vision. The next thing he knew, Terzo had him pinned against the nearest wall with his arm across Copia’s neck, his expression livid.
"Are you an idiot?" Terzo hissed.
Copia swallowed against the arm against his throat. "What?"
"Were you trying to upset her?"
"Who?"
Terzo shook his head. "That sweet sister who is so head over heels in love with you, she can barely talk to you without getting tongue-tied."
Copia blinked. "What?"
Terzo then rolled his eyes. "I have never known you to have such a limited vocabulary, Cardinale. She was waiting for you to ask her to dance all night, but when you didn't, she agreed to dance with me."
Copia's shoulders dropped. "She loves me?"
"Sì," Terzo replied, lowering his arm. "And if you don't go after her right now, you will never know a day's peace from me."
Copia nodded and hurried off, fixing his cassock as he went, his mind whirling with this new information. You loved him? For how long? Had he just ruined everything with you? Satana, he hoped not…
He found you out on the balcony, overlooking the Abbey grounds, your arms wrapped around you to fend off the cool air. Copia paused in the doorway, his nerves nearly getting to him.
"Sorella?"
You turned your head enough for him to see the tears on your cheeks, and his heart broke. He had definitely ruined things.
"What do you want?"
He took a couple of steps forward. "I came to apologize. I should not have done what I did, said what I said."
"No, you shouldn't have." You turned to him, giving him a full view of just how upset you were, making Copia want to fall to his knees to beg your forgiveness. "So why did you?"
He lowered his eyes. "To make you feel the way I was feeling…."
"How were you feeling?"
"Immensely jealous at seeing you dancing so closely with Terzo."
Copia closed his eyes as you stepped closer, his cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame.
"Why were you so jealous?"
Your voice was soft and laced with more curiosity than anything else.
He shook his head, still looking down. "I wanted that to be me out there dancing with you, holding you so close, whispering in your ear. But I feared your rejection too much to ask you to dance. You see, Sorella, I have become so very fond of you, so much so that I—"
"You want to dance with me?"
Copia lifted his gaze to yours. "Sì, but—"
You stepped even closer, your hands on his arms. Now that you were so close, he could see tears still shining in your eyes.
"Do you want to dance with me?" you asked more emphatically.
Copia blinked. "Oh! You mean, now?"
"Yes."
He nodded quickly. "Sì, sì. I would love to dance with you, Sorella, more than anything."
You then wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself close. It was more an embrace than anything, but Copia was not about to complain. He wrapped his arms around you in turn and swayed you to the music wafting out from the ballroom behind you.
"Oh, cara mia…" he breathed, his cheek pressed to yours. It hardly felt real, being this close to you. "I am so sorry for what I did. I am ashamed… All I’ve ever wanted was to hold you."
You leaned back, putting your lips just a hair's breadth away from his. Copia's breath was stolen away in anticipation.
"You only want to hold me?"
He smiled sadly, still thinking he had ruined everything. "I want so much more, tesoro. So much more."
"Then take what you want, Copia. Please."
He sucked in a breath, not quite believing you. “Sorella…”
“Please, Copia.”
He sighed and pressed his lips to yours. You melted into him, humming against his lips. Copia kissed you back with fervor. I am dreaming, he thought. I must be. Nothing so perfect could ever happen to me.
“I’ve wanted this for so long, Copia,” you whispered against his lips when you finally broke apart for air. “I’ve always wanted to be so much more than friends.”
He nodded. “Sì, so have I, cara.”
Your hand caressed his cheek, and you smiled warmly at him. “I love you.”
Copia smiled back and pressed his forehead to yours. “I love you, too, tesoro, so much. And I promise to never act that way again.”
“Good, because I never intend to dance with anyone but you.”
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a-little-slice-of-fandom · 5 years ago
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The Queens on Holiday part 3/?
Before I start, this is just a casual reminder that I now have an insta account (@we_stan_six)! Go follow me if you like the sort of stuff I post here :)
Anyway, sorry this third installment took so long to get around to. Personal life caught up with me and I really don't want to half ass any of my headcanons. It just doesn't feel right, ya know? (Also I can’t do the read more thing on mobile IM SORRY OKAY?)
Parr shouts for help because that bag has all of her clothes, shoes, the medical kit and three signed books in it
Problem is, they’re in Italy and no one can understand the tiny woman with curly hair shouting madly in a language they don’t speak
Aragon isn’t helping as she’s just sort of flailing her arms about wildly and screaming in Spanish
Jane grabs what looks to be a security guard and tries desperately to explain the situation to them
Cleves goes full on superwoman and breaks into a sprint
Boleyn drops her bags and follows on her heels
Boleyn’s heelys finally come in handy as she zooms through the crowd
The two catch up with the man and wrench the bag from his hand
He just stands there, dumbfounded and confused
There’s a few whispers coming from onlookers in the airport
“Why is no one applauding our valiant act of heroism?” “I mean it wasn’t that-” “we risKED OUR LIVES” “Boleyn it’s not-“ “WHEN WILL JUSTICE BE SERVED”
The other four queens rush up to the scene
People are starting to call for security
Howard quickly smiles at the man and, to the other queens surprise, the two begin to converse in Italian
“You never said you spoke Italian” “no one ever asked” “Never mind that, why was he trying to steal my bag?”
The two continue to converse
All the colour drains from Howard’s face
Turns out, the man is partially blind and genuinely thought Parr’s bag was his. He started running because he saw the time and realised he was about to miss his connection flight
His wife comes up behind them, holding her own bag and an exact copy of Parr’s bag except this one has a different name tag on it
The other queens all start trying to profusely apologise in a variety of different languages. English, French, German, Italian, Spanish.
Parr accidentally slips into Korean once or twice in her flustered state
The couple just sort of back away from the queens and run to get their flight
The six of them all take a quick breath and let the adrenaline drain from them
“Uh, queens”
Aragon is pointing over their shoulders
An army of buff security guards are questioning a few witnesses to what just happened
All fingers are pointing to the queens
“What does that mean? “IT MEANS RUN”
So the queens leg it out of the airport and pile into the nearest taxi without warning
Howard is in the front so she can translate
There’s only three seats in the back, so the other five queens are all squished together in a mess of limbs
“Are we there yet” “for the sixth time-OW” “Oh come on Parr that couldn’t have hurt that much!” “Im delicate okay?” Who the hell is hurting my goddaughter?” “Guys I can’t feel my legs anymore” “are we there yet?” “NO”
Since the queens missed their original flight, they’re really behind schedule
They can either miss their tour of the Vatican and go to the hotel to drop their bags off, or they can do the tour and miss the hotel’s dinner
Aragon is DETERMINED to see the Sistine chapel
Cleves and Boleyn also seem pretty interested in doing a tour of the Vatican
Cleves explains quietly to Aragon that yes, she might have been raised a Lutheran but she converted to Catholicism at Mary’s request. The least she could do was tour the place that Aragon’s daughter loved so much
Aragon is incredibly touched
Boleyn just wants to try and find the angel that’s giving the medieval version of the finger thats painted on the ceiling of the Sistine chapel
The queens decide to spilt up.
Aragon, Boleyn and Cleves will do the tour, while Seymour, Howard and Parr head on with the bags and check into the hotel
Just as Seymour hops out of the cab, she gives the trio a long list of instructions on what to do and what definitely not to do
The not to do list is directed solely at Boleyn
Only Aragon actually listens
Seymour turns to Parr and Howard
“Was I right? In letting them go by themselves, I mean?” “Absolutely, mum” “No they’re definitely going to d-I mean yeah”
So they check into the hotel without much of a fuss
Seymour still can’t believe that Howard speaks Italian and never mentioned anything about it
Howard is more surprised that Parr didn’t join the others at the Vatican
Turns out she just wanted to make sure she got the better room at the hotel
So Seymour, Parr and Howard all reward themselves for actually getting to italy by taking the bigger room with the queen sized beds, balcony and mini-fridge
Seymour insists that they only took this room so Boleyn wouldn’t cost them a small fortune by raiding the mini-fridge and definitely not because this room as a jacuzzi bath
“Should we really let Aragon and Boleyn share a room for a week?” “That can be Cleves problem”
So the they go to dinner
Seymour and Parr share a bottle of wine
Parr gets emotional when tipsy
*Hiccup* “you guys...you guys know how much the show means to me right? And you queens are so *hiccup* amazing and I’m so glad the producers raised us from the dead”
Howard eats so much Italian gelato she can’t even look at it for the rest of the week
Seymour’s phone begins ringing just as the bill for dinner arrives
It’s a number she doesn’t recognise.
She answers anyway, and to her surprise, it’s Aragon
“Jane! Thank goodness, now you need to listen to me really carefully it’s incredibly-GET OFF ME ANNA-
Jane can hear some faint shuffling as Cleves takes the phone
“Hey, Seymour. How are things? Good? That’s great. Now the thing is we’re sort of in a bit of trouble right now and-”
Cleves shouts a string of curses so colourful they could put even the pride flag to shame as the phone is snatched from her hand
Now it’s Boleyn
“JANE FOR GOD’S SAKE GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND HELP US THEY’RE GONNA KILL ME!”
Howard and Parr can both hear the other queens bickering with one another over the phone
People are giving them strange looks
“Mum, turn speakerphone off” “it is off!”
Jane sighs and returns to the phone call
“Queens, calm down. I can’t understand you when you’re squabbling like children. Now what’s wrong?”
Jane can barely believe their response
“WE’VE BEEN ARRESTED!”
BONUS
Meanwhile, back in London, the Ladies in Waiting and the three alternates are having a quiet week to themselves all things considered.
Howard’s service dog may have terrorised a family picnic or two when Joan took it for a walk but other than that things have gone well
Maggie suggests they all have night in together
Before Maggie can even finish her suggestion the alternates are ordering pizza
While Maria runs out to pick up their order, the others decide to play a game of monopoly
Within about thirty seconds Bessie and Joan and are no longer on speaking terms and one of the alternates has already been in jail six times
“Huh,” another one of the alternates murmurs, concentrating intensely on the news broadcast and trying to block out the brewing row “apparently some idiot just set the Sistine Chapel on fire...”
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