#resurrected!secondo

[writingjourney]

His Body and Blood | Secondo x Reader

Get in fuckers, we’re bringing Secondo back. Or… at least we try.

Content: 2.6k words, gn!reader, angst, grief, gore/horror elements (there is a lot of blood), injuries, hurt/marginal comfort, 18+ please

This is my entry for the @petrifyingpapas challenge – this week's prompt was "resurrection". Please read with care and check the content warnings! ♡

Masterlist – Ao3 link

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Five human bones. A dead pig. Six liters of blood. Ten black wax candles. 

And, not to forget, Secondo’s embalmed body.

Already, you’re sweating, despite the bone-chilling cold in the Emeritus crypt. The howling of the wind outside startles you every few minutes, the rustling of leaves resembling the crunch of footsteps on the path leading into the cobwebbed, musty mausoleum. Painfully tight goosebumps spread out all over your body as the cold has your skin shrinking, hairs standing up almost statically. The subtle warmth of the candles barely penetrates your pores but their warm light grounds you as you mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come.

You tell yourself that it’s going to be fine. He can’t get any more dead than he already is. The worst possible result, you suppose, is the ritual backfiring and killing you in the process. But seeing your dead lover’s body spread out before you, his lifeless face, taut, pale skin stretched over hollow cheeks, narrow, bicolored eyes closed forever, you feel like you already died the moment the poison stopped his heart from beating.

The worst? This is supposed to be easy for you. Sure, resurrection requires elaborate rituals on any scale. It comes with many pitfalls and a high error potential, yes, but you’ve done it before.

You’ve done it before. Five years ago. On a mouse. 

But a mouse is a mammal and so is Secondo. Theoretically speaking, the difference is marginal.

With shaky fingers you use some of the blood to draw a pentagram around his body, the candles marking each intersection of its crimson lines. Fortunately, blood and the candles are easy enough to obtain in a Satanic Ministry that regularly practices all kinds of sacrilegious rites and rituals. The human bones hadn’t been as easy to find, considering that they need to be as fresh as possible. Estimating the levels of decay, using the dates of burial under consideration of humidity and temperature levels and consequently identifying a suitable body took you over a week. A nightly trip to the local graveyard right next to the town’s old church to excavate a corpse almost resulted in you being arrested for grave robbery. The pig, however? Well, if you pay the vastly under-funded farmers in your area enough, they’re surprisingly willing to sell you one.

A deep exhale and you struggle to your feet. The scene before you is almost grotesque. Secondo on the cold stone floor surrounded by the bloody lines of the pentagram and violently flickering candles, a dead pig right above his head, ready to be devoured, the rest of the blood filled into goblets for him to drink. You place the bones next to his limbs – two femora, two humeri, the last one, the twelfth thoracic vertebra, resting in the centre of his torso. All of those organic materials need to be absorbed into his body to help him regenerate and find the strength to house his lost soul, to once again become a home for the man you love.

You carefully move towards his face, tears pricking your eyes at the sight of him. Until now, you’ve had your focus on your strict instructions. A ghoul had to heave him out of his stone chamber earlier and you’ve consequently avoided looking at him too closely so you wouldn’t lose your mind. But now it’s getting serious and you’re scared, so fucking scared. The reality of the situation hits you with the force of a gut punch and you have to fight the urge to throw up.

 At the same time, a plethora of uninvited memories comes to flood your brain. Countless nights spent in each other’s embrace, stolen kisses in his office between clergy meetings, breakfast in bed every Sunday morning, his broad hand on your lower back guiding you into the shower so you don’t slip on the wet tiles  – all the little moments you only fully appreciate once they are lost to you.

A part of you wants to sit on the cold stone floor to gaze at him until you fall asleep. But there cannot be any delays, not tonight. You reach out to open his mouth and give his soul a channel to re-enter his body, but you flinch back when your fingers touch the icy skin of his jaw. It’s unresponsive, no resistance when you reach out again to push it open. His body is a weak sack of flesh and yet he looks so oddly alive in the candlelight. You half expect him to snap at you for waking him up so roughly, despite your touch being nothing but tentative and gentle. But of course nothing happens. Glancing down, you see that the tips of your thumb and index finger are black and white and you rub them together in thought as you force yourself to look at him one more time.

“I’m going to bring you back, my love,” you whisper. “I’m not giving up.”

You stand and take your place at the foot of your ensemble. It’s now or never, you realise, and a sudden determination takes hold of you that pushes any doubts or fears aside. 

Secondo taught you all that you know about ritualistic magic and even though at first you’d often cursed him for being stern, too strict with his students, too fastidious and mean, you now understand why. One mistake and it’s over, one mistake and you risk the life of everyone around you, including your own.

The latin words of your incantation flow out of you freely, the result of over a year of intense practice and rehearsals just for this, all while your Papa and his brothers had been carted around for display like animals in a zoo. The sudden burst of anger fuels you and you raise your voice, speaking louder and more clearly than ever before, the tone so distorted that you don’t even recognise yourself anymore. The air around you starts to crackle as the energies gather, invisible to your eyes until you spot the first few green sparks, accompanied by the sound of thunder, shadows dancing along the walls in unfamiliar shapes. The howling of the wind outside has returned as well but stronger this time, growing louder and louder until it reaches the intensity of a storm. You can feel the floor vibrating under your feet as you pass the halfway point.

A low buzzing inside your head makes you dizzy. Suddenly, the candles flicker out all at once. An earth-shattering explosion has the walls around you shaking and splashes of a warm liquid hit your face and chest, covering your whole front in wetness. It’s pitch-dark now so you can’t tell what caused it, but you know you can’t let up, no matter what happens. You opened Pandora's box and your only chance to push its horrors back inside is to finish your incantation, come what may.

More latin words, latin phrases. You’re properly chanting now, the last few verses leaving you in shaky clusters but still confident and rhythmic enough to let any spirit, any demon or otherworldly entity know that you mean them with all your heart. The shades are whispering back at you, deep voices, high voices, speaking in ancient languages you don’t understand. Opening a pathway between the world of the living and the dead is dangerous on any occasion, even more so if you’re trying to coax a single lonely soul back through the veil. You’re forced to ignore whatever is going on around you, have complete faith in yourself. 

As you near the end, the thunder is booming, almost drowning out your voice, and you have trouble breathing. The air pressure around you is too high, too intense, and after you finally speak your last words, you feel like you’re suffocating. Gasping for air, another wave of sticky liquid splatters against you, coating your mouth and nose and eyes. You can feel yourself getting light-headed until you can’t tell if the blackness surrounding you is caused by darkness or your slow loss of consciousness. Two more seconds and your knees finally buckle. You drop to the floor, violently panting, lungs burning from the air-loss, and roll onto your back to avoid toppling over.

That’s it, you realise, you did everything right and yet you’re going to die. A few painful attempts at breathing later you stop feeling your body. Floating in weightlessness the pain stops and suddenly you perceive a tickling sensation in your arm. You can’t see anything but you can feel the searching movements of a hand slotting into yours, fingers weaving together so familiarly. Against all reason you squeeze your eyes shut, then open them again. There’s a shadow above you now. No, not a shadow, a scheme, a specter, not dark but made of light. Like the fume of a cigar its edges move, morphing into vague human features until you can make out Secondo in the wafts of smoke. You can see him so clearly now, his hooked nose, severe features, mismatched eyes. He’s hovering above you, forcing your hand over your head. For a long moment all you do is stare at each other.

His head dips, then, and he leans in ever so slowly. You close your eyes, waiting for his kiss, waiting for that spark of recognition as his body joins yours to make it real. Finally, his lips graze yours ever so lightly but instead of the warmth you expect they feel like pure ice, wet and freezing. You startle awake, coming to in the all-encompassing darkness of the crypt. For a long moment, you lay there in utter shock and disorientation, but then it hits you. 

You’re breathing. You’re alive.

As soon as you regain the feeling in your limbs, you push yourself into the direction you assume leads to the exit and fish for your backpack. A minute of uselessly crawling over the cold, wet stone floor until your fingers get tangled in one of its straps and you manage to pull out the flashlight you used on your way here. It won’t immediately turn on and you almost start to cry in frustration but a good whack has it flickering to life. The first thing the light hits is a stone tile on the floor in front of you but you don’t take it in, blinded by the sudden brightness, just move the cone of light into the center of the room in hopeful expectation.

And it’s naive, it’s foolish and idiotic, but you truly expect Secondo to sit there, looking around in confusion, face lighting up as soon as he recognises you. You’re waiting to see his handsome face and fall into his arms, feel him breathing against you, alive and well and yours.

But of course none of that happens. 

He’s still lying there just like before, lifeless, static, but what changed is the room around you. The bones are cracked and splintered, pointy shards strewn across the floor. You have to thank Satan that none of the sharp pieces fatally injured you. But glancing down at yourself you notice that even so you look like Carrie did after prom – covered in deep red blood, drenched to the skin. The goblets have all tipped over and are now empty, the walls and floor covered in even more blood and gore, pieces of raw meat, bloody intestines and brains sticking to the stone as you realise that it had been the pig that exploded.

Carnage, there is no other word for it. You’re petrified by the scene until a loud, echoing sob breaks out of you. You run to Secondo and, uncaring of any splinters, drop to your knees by his side. He’s a mess as well, droplets of blood covering his face, but you hug him regardless, rolling half on top of him as your body gets wrecked by the violence of your breakdown. He’s still cold, still unmoving.

Still dead.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”

There’s no reply. You stay there, weeping, shaking, apologising. Your body refuses to calm down, the grief fully taking hold of you, and what feels like hours pass until you’re gently pulled away from him. You open yours eyes to plain darkness at first but then another flashlight turns on and you can make out the silver mask of a ghoulette hovering above you.

“It’s okay, we’re going to clean this up,” she says. “We’ll put his body back. You go back home.”

“I-I should do it. I can’t leave him.”

She softly shakes her head. “You need to clean up and pull out those splinters, disinfect the wounds before they get infected. There’s always another try.”

You know what she truly means is that this is going to stay a secret, that they’re going to cover for you as long as it takes for you to either succeed… or give up. 

The ghoulette helps you stand, making sure you can walk before her claw-like hand leaves you. There is another ghoul waiting by the entrance, observing you, the same ghoul that helped you with his body earlier. The mask hides his expression but you’re pretty sure the only thing you’d see in his features right now would either be pity or indifference.

You glance back at Secondo before you leave, the pain stuck in your chest like a dagger, and you know that if you pull it out, there’s no way you won’t bleed out. So before you can crumble, you allow the ghoul to guid you outside into the eery silence of the abbey’s cemetery, a soothing hand on your shoulder, a steady presence in your back.

Still, the horror of what just happened clings to you like fog clings to a meadow, heavy and obscure. The reality of it is not hard to grasp: You failed. Something went wrong. One of the many pitfalls must have been your doom – perhaps the bones were too old, the blood too thick, the timing off by a few minutes. There is only one other reasonable explanation for a failed resurrection ritual – a soul that refuses to come back.

The thought has you stumbling, the ghoul’s hand reaching out for your shoulder to steady you. It’s entirely possible that Secondo has accepted his fate. You can’t help but wonder if your hallucination earlier was a hint that he’s reaching out to you – or a final goodbye.

“He would use any chance to get back to you,” the ghoul says as though he read your mind. “Try again until you get it right, little human.”

You nod. In tandem with the adrenaline in your blood slowly dwindling, you can feel the pain in your limbs increasing now, shards of bone stuck to your legs and forearms like tiny knives. Pulling them out under the shower is going to result in some significant blood loss but you can’t bring yourself to care. What is a little more blood on your soiled body? What is a little more pain for your lacerated soul?

After a few more deep inhales of the clear night air, you take a few more hesitant steps on the dirt path, barely any moonlight from above to guide you and your torch left somewhere down in the crypt. In the all-encompassing dark, the ghoul gives your shoulder one last squeeze. 

And then you’re alone.

I know this is way out of what I wrote over the past few months but I hope it was enjoyable (?) nonetheless. Thanks for reading, feedback as always much appreciated ♡

Masterlist – My Ao3

#petrifyingpapas #resurrection #secondo x reader #secondo #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus ii fanfiction #papa emeritus ii #tw blood #angst #papa emeritus x reader #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #secondo fanfiction #secondo angst

[petrifyingpapas]

resurrection - week one round up

fic

my husband is now bones by @ramblingoak 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 terzo x omega

resurrection by @i-hold-horrors-hand here terzo

upiór by @ghostchems 1 | 2 terzo x reader | copia x reader

return to me @gothdaddyissues here copia x reader 

resurrection by @anamelessfool here papa x reader

what once was, what now is, and what will forevermore be by @canarycolemine here copia x reader

body and blood by @writingjourney here secondo x reader

the sacrifice by @sweatandwoe here terzo x reader

resurrection by @ghost-bc-gf-enjoyer here copia | secondo | sister imperator

lacrimis et memorias by @inkstainedrat here terzo x reader 

when true love’s kiss by @angellayercake here terzo x reader 

marked for death by @lady-necropolis here terzo x ofc

art

the resurrection of papa emeritus iii by @icechippies here terzo

his ass is not dead‼️‼️‼️ by @crowleycringe here terzo

everything comes at a price… by @positivelyghastly here terzo

resurrection by @meowsaidmissy here copia

resurrection by @ryuzatodraws here terzo

resurrection by @ambixvalence here copia

thank you to everyone who has contributed so far! it has been so fun (and sometimes painful the angst has been in full force this week) seeing everyone's work. it's not too late though if you still wanted to create something for this weeks prompt we will continue sharing.

all the upcoming prompts can be found here but next weeks is incantation 🔮 can't wait to see what you come up with!

happy haunting 👻

#petrifyingpapas #week 1 #resurrection #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfiction #papa x reader #secondo x reader #terzo x reader #copia x reader #Papa Emeritus II #Secondo #Papa Emeritus III #Terzo #terzo x omega #Papa Emeritus IV #Cardinal Copia #the band ghost fanart #Copia

[ghcstcd]

Got any more headcanons related to the Resurrection au? (I'm so sorry, I need to know more and there's not a single fanfic about this :'t)

Thank you for asking! I have many thoughts, but I don't know which exactly to share. :')

I added a hc to this post about Terzo's scar:

However, beyond that, you may have to get more specific. This is an ongoing au that I'm developing with close friends. I can tell you that Terzo's brothers, secondo and primo, are also resurrected, and what they endure is different.

Secondo's heart was removed after death. He deals with excruciating death pain upon resurrection. I speculate it's akin to that of phantom pains. A breaking heart no longer there.

Primo had a grucifix placed within his chest cavity. He, too, deals with excruciating pain, and has thorny vines grow out of him.

As you can see, the Clergy dealt with the three brothers as if they were vampires, or demons, as it's believed the bloodline holds infernal origins. However, it is those very origins that brought them back.

#ghost resurrection au #the band ghost #ghost bc #terzo emeritus #primo emeritus #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus ii

[blackbird5154]

The Third Advent

I've started to write a fic about resurrection of Terzo and his revenge. It's called "The Third Advent". It's in Russian but you can use Google Translate. 3/8 chapters are posted at the moment. Unfortunately I can't translate it cause my English is not such good. I would appreciate it if someone could help me with that. Anyway, enjoy! Thank you very much to @ryuzatodraws for the permission to use his art as the cover!

Genres: Character study, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Adventures, Mystic, Romance Characters: Papa Emeritus III, Omega, Cirice, Papa Emeritus II, Nameless Ghouls, Cardinal Copia, Sister Imperator, Papa Nihil

The fic itself: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12267061

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus #papa emeritus 3 #terzo #papa terzo #ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus 2 #papa emetitus ii #secondo #cardinal copia #sister imperator #papa nihil #papa zero #angst #hurt/comfort #character sudy #omega #nameless ghouls #resurrected!terzo #resurrection au

[osirisiii-bc]

Whole Emeritus family Headcanons (backgrounds)

I’ve added a new WIP to my long-Fics projects and this one will be focused on the teen years of the Emeritus brothers and why, at a certain point, it became evident that they needed separate rooms. So I have finally developed my background headcanons for each one of them (+ Nihil and Sister Imperator bonus). I think I could extend their HC for specific topics in the next future.

The Sister Imperator one is, surprisingly, the one that came out more naturally. Feel free to discuss about these 👇🏻

Primo

Being 15 years older than Secondo and Terzo, he mostly spent his teenage years alone, but he was also the only one who had the chance to meet his birth mother, even if it was only for a few years. She was one of the fans Nihil had an affair with when playing with the first Ghost. She chose not to be part of the Ministry and agreed to leave Primo with Nihil, ensuring him an heir.

During his youth, he grew tall and slender, developing in an elegant figure. Despite his appearance being cold and severe, he had a soft heart, and was deeply focused on his duties.

Undoubtedly the most diligent and educated of the three brothers, he was well-behaved and respectful. From a young age, Nihil imposed strict education on him, treating him as an adult even when he was just a child. He claims he has no memories of regular childhood games or playtime, only recalling his religious and black magic studies.

Of the three brothers, he was perhaps the only one who genuinely felt a deep devotion to the Church, earning the ironic nickname 'The Saint' from his brothers. 

He seemed blind to girls' advances, or simply uninterested, to the extent that Secondo and Terzo believed he was still a virgin, having never seen him with a girl... until, at around 31 (for him), they finally caught him with a lady in their room. This was the most embarrassing event for him and the funniest for his other two brothers. 

He didn't spare his brothers from his strictness but was never cruel to them. His intention was for them to behave and be prepared for their future rule. Secondo and Terzo understood that even his harshest comments were for their betterment, as it was his only means of expressing himself.

He remained reserved throughout his life, making it difficult for his brothers to understand his thoughts or interests. He seemed like a product shaped by Nihil's will, with his primary interest lying in the cult and maintaining righteousness. Rarely did he allow himself to relax with laughter and enjoyment.

He was the one who discovered the 'Seven inches of 'Satanic Panic' EP in Nihil’s office and shared it with his brothers, initiating the decision to resurrect the Ghost project and summon the band Ghouls.

Secondo

He was notably tall and strongly built, starting to shave his head at a young age and engaging in exercise to gain muscle, bestowing upon him a striking appearance. He was the favorite among girls until Terzo began to realize the potential of his own charisma.

Only three months older than Terzo, they grew up like twins, developing an exceptionally close bond, despite frequent fights and arguments, typical of real brothers. However, a good laugh and conversation could mend any conflict in a short time. As they matured, their relationship evolved into one of mutual respect and admiration.

Neither he nor Terzo remember their biological mothers. They were too young when Sister Imperator chose to return to the Ministry, and no one ever disclosed what happened to their birth mothers. Sister Imperator - apart their nanny - was the only maternal figure they knew. 

He officially established the Sisters of Sin order during his papacy.

Of the three, he could be deemed the most robust and composed, despite their education and hardships. He grew resilient enough not to let his past taint his future, endeavoring to relish every moment of his youth. The weight of his past visited him only later, in his old days.

His fascination with black magic developed later in life, gradually becoming his core interest. He incorporated this passion into his music.

He and Primo shared such a strong resemblance in appearance, with similar facial structures and noses, that they suspected being brothers from the same mother. They never knew if it was true.

He was the most relieved when asked to renounce the papacy. Although music and popularity had been rewarding, he didn’t mind retiring and returning to his interests without the pressure from above. His sole regret was not receiving the acclaim he deserved for the exceptional album Infestissumam was.

Terzo

Even if Sister Imperator was the only woman he had called mother, he and Secondo were mostly raised by an older nun who was particularly affectionate to him; She affectionately referred to him as her 'little prince,' a nickname later adopted by his brothers. She provided the maternal tenderness that Sister Imperator lacked, becoming the person he sought for comfort or advice, offering a hug whenever needed.

His teenage years were undoubtedly the darkest and most troubled. He was solitary and reticent from a young age, seeking solace in metal music and poetry, but unable to fill the internal void except by being cruel to the weaker individuals, such as the orphans of the Ministry. Copia in particular, due to an inexplicable attraction force, was his primary victim. While he might have later recognized this as a projection of his own orphaned background, he refused to admit it.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t always the most sought after among his brothers, despite being strikingly beautiful. He was considered too sensitive and enigmatic by girls, his beauty too particular, dark and delicate that managed to attract only a small target of girls (and a considerable part of boys), with others preferring the more conventional appeal of Secondo; Yet, his presence invariably captured attention whenever he entered a room. However, things changed with maturity as his demeanor evolved and grew stronger. Surprisingly, he found that the more he adopted a somewhat haughty and snobbish attitude, the more attractive he became.

He began using makeup after realizing that his musical idols did the same. Starting with black nail polish and kajal, he eventually experimented with dark lipsticks, primarily during parties or private gatherings.

Prohibited from developing a healthy emotional and sentimental side, he, like others destined for the papacy, was strongly advised against engaging in loving and stable relationships that could detract from their paths. This rule affected him more deeply due to his sensitive nature, stunting his emotional growth. This, however, didn't prevent him from forming at least a healthy and free relationship with sex. Potential romantic involvements often crumbled due to his obsessive and controlling behavior, stemming from his struggles to control his feelings; This later developed in chronic anxiety. He managed to soften that side of him with time, returning to a distinctive romanticism. 

He wasn't a top-performing student but possessed a different kind of intuition and extensive knowledge in his preferred subjects. He was just too easily distracted to listen to someone explain boring stuff in a boring way.

He would not consider himself a feticist, just… curious. His weak points in bodies are wrists and ankles. He likes them thin.

Copia

Despite being the only biological son of Nihil and Sister Imperator, his fate was the most arduous among his brothers. He was condemned to live as an orphan within the Ministry until his Papacy.

Shy and introverted, he made earnest attempts to gain acceptance, yet consistently met with failure, which left him disheartened and caused him to abandon further efforts.

His challenging childhood did not mold him into a cruel or unstable individual. On the contrary, it fostered a profound sense of empathy and sensitivity, especially towards those considered less valuable, both people and animals, such as rats. 

His affinity for these creatures began when he rescued a rat ensnared in a glue trap in the Ministry garden. He cares for the creature in secret until he could request a proper cage to keep it.

That first rat was then killed by Terzo’s cat. He swears to have seen Terzo wait for him to arrive and watch while he gave Bastet the go to attack, but was never believed and that episode just fell under “incident” label. That episode deeply scar him until adulthood.

He put all his efforts into study and the goal to become a prominent personality in the Ministry. He looked at the Emeritus brothers with admiration and desire to demonstrate his worth one day, even if his introversion and insecurities often worked against him.

He enjoyed spending time looking at the illustrations in the animal encyclopedia. Occasionally, he'd jot down notes and sketches in his notebook. He still has some of those notes.

To his surprise, his clumsy ways started to gain unexpected success with girls, in his youth. He discovered that some girls preferred harmless and amusing individuals over dominant alpha males. However, his insecurities tempered his confidence, and he typically allowed the girls to take the lead in romantic advances. When he asked a girl why she liked him, she simply answered, “You're not scary like the other guys. You're sweet and funny, and I feel like I could tear you apart and eat your insides, not the other way around.” He cherished and treasured that comment

His first time with a boy was quite easier than with a girl, for him. He just felt less anxious.

He had a secret crush on Terzo for a long time, despite the treatment he received by him. He probably realized his bisexuality by looking at him. Discovering their shared parentage was quite an awkward moment.

When he was promoted following Terzo's removal, he experienced an explosive boost in confidence; however, it didn't endure for too long.

Sister Imperator

During her youth, she immersed herself in the Summer of Love movement, becoming a groupie for numerous rock bands between the 1960s and 1970s. Her association with satanism began upon meeting Anton LaVey and Kenneth Anger at one of their parties and even took part in their Witches Sabbath.

She had several relationships, all failed very badly. Despite being a beautiful, strong woman, she lacked emotional intelligence and always fell like strong women fall: fast, hard and for the wrong guys.

Her on-and-off relationship with Nihil persisted for years. Despite leaving the Ministry multiple times due to his unreliability, she always forgave the unforgivable. Eventually, she permanently returned, even accepting to take care of his children, as she realized she had no alternative place to go for herself and her son, finding no other solace beyond the confines of the cult. 

The person she became in her later years was a product of the disillusionment that consumed her after her relationship with Nihil failed, compounded by postpartum depression following the birth of Copia. A beautiful, lively, and strong girl transformed into an empty shell, teeming with hatred and resentment. After Nihil, she was undoubtedly not the same woman she once was. In a way she was unable to explain, she found herself unable to resist loving and remaining devoted to him.

When discovering she was pregnant of Nihil she felt happy and couldn’t wait to tell him, until she had the final proof of what a twat he was. She had genuinely hoped for a chance to settle down after a life of excesses and failed tales. She made the decision not to disclose the existence of Copia to him and spent years trying to recover from that significant letdown. She vowed to herself never to place trust in another person again.

Despite her libertine life and being into BDSM, all she secretly hoped for was a romantic love and a family.

She named her son Copia in the hope he would grow looking like Nihil. In her delusional fantasies during postpartum depression, she swore that if she could not have the love of his man, she would have the one of their son. A mini version of him that, it turned out, didn’t resemble him in anything. To her horror and surprise, the only sons that really resembled Nihil turned out to be the first three he had with other women.

Some say she used to sneak into the orphans rooms at night to quietly talk or sing to Copia in his sleep in his first years. Sometimes she was seen crying on his bed, repeating to herself that all she was doing was for his protection.

Nihil

Nihil wasn't inherently a bad man; he was brimming with good intentions that, unfortunately, he couldn't fulfill. Strangely, he seemed to consistently squander the positive opportunities the universe presented to him, including the Ghost band, despite being a talented musician and composer.

He met Sister Imperator when performing at a satanic party organized by LaVey and Anger in the 60’s. She led him into the cult and into BDSM.

In creating Ghost, he followed the path of the emerging rock bands of the '60s, drawing inspiration mainly from Black Sabbath and Led Zeppelin. Like Jimmy Page, he held deep admiration for Aleister Crowley, even claiming that Satan himself directed him to form the band.

His genuine love for Sister Imperator endured throughout his life, but his emotional disconnect and inability to take things seriously ultimately led to the downfall of their relationship. He struggled to express the depth of his affection for her. 

Upon assuming the role of Papa, he focused solely on the persona, using it as a shield to avoid any emotional entanglements, and this emotional evasion intensified over time. 

He always neglected his responsibilities, including parenting and, were it not for Sister Imperator's assistance, he might have faltered in his papal role too.

While Primo was coming to life, he was cheating his mother with another groupie. Being still too drunk to think about a better name, he just named him by the first thing that came in his mind. The other two names went by naturally.

In his later years, he was gradually marginalized, losing any substantial influence on the papacy of his heirs. Sister Imperator gained complete control over the Clergy and his son's fate without him even realizing.

He only vehemently opposed Terzo's and Copia's promotions, deeming them unsuitable for the role.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #the band ghost fanfiction #emeritus family #Papa emeritus #papa emeritus I #papa emeritus II #papa emeritus lll #copia #papa emeritus iv #sister imperator #papa nihil #primo emeritus #secondo emeritus #terzo emeritus #Emeritus family background headcanons

[ramblingoak]

A Gift of Bones

Chapter 2: A Papa's Touch

~~ Read Chapter 1: He Remembers. This story is a sequel to My Husband Is Now Bones although this can be read on its own ~~

Terzo with his crown of bones by the wonderful @sirlsplayland

This chapter focuses on Primo after he is resurrected although it does touch on Terzo and Secondo as well. Alpha has been put in charge of caring for him and the ghoul hopes his Papa will soon come back to himself...

Warnings: This story is dark! It addresses the death of the three Papas as well as the deaths of other main characters. While the overall theme of this story will be hopeful as it continues please take care in reading. This chapter has mentions of death and decapitation, brief mentions of gore and a heavy dose of angst. The Papas are technically zombies but Special is working on fixing it. Long live Zerzo. Nsfw, 18+ only, 2k words, thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers

None of the brothers came back as they were.

The one that hurt Alpha the most to watch was Primo.  The former Papa barely moved for the first few weeks and Alpha had found himself checking on the man far more than Omega had asked him to.  Special swore that the resurrection had worked, that Primo would just take some time to come back to himself but…something wasn’t right.  

It had taken some time to notice, Omega and Alpha had been busy going through the ranks and trying to figure out who could be trusted.  There had been more banishing spells done in the last week alone than Alpha had ever seen.  That didn’t even begin to address the Siblings of Sin.  Many of them seemed a little unsure of following Terzo as he currently was.  While his temperment seemed to have calmed down, largely in part to more spells done by Special, there was still something a little off about him.  

The severed head he kept lugging around wasn’t helping.

Secondo was another matter entirely and Alpha wasn’t ashamed to say he was glad Earth and Air were the ones dealing with him.  The three of them spent all their time in the catacombs at the moment.  The second oldest Papa had retreated down there quickly after being resurrected.  Secondo had been nearly feral when he came back, fighting off any ghoul in the room that dared to try and contain him.  

After Alpha had heard more about how the brothers had gone out of this world, Secondo's reaction made total sense.  The Papa had thought he was still trying to defend his brothers.  It was no wonder he assumed the same thing was happening when he was free from whatever dimension of Hell he’d been sent to.  Alpha could still hear his screams, guttural and painful as they clawed their way out of Secondo’s dry throat when he woke up.

He had only calmed down after Omega had brought Terzo in.  The two brothers had seemed to communicate although nothing had been spoken out loud.  Terzo had brought that damn head in with him, placing it on the ground between him and Secondo.  The smile they had exchanged was also a memory Alpha couldn’t get out of his head.  A mixture of something joyful and horrific that made his skin crawl.  Omega had looked on the entire time, beaming when they had embraced over Imperator’s head.   

When Terzo wasn’t around Secondo was tense and prone to violence.  Special reassured everyone that the behavior would fade as he familiarized himself with the world again but Alpha wasn’t so sure.  After the first few days (and a few missing Siblings) Secondo had gone into the catacombs and hadn’t reamerged.  Alpha didn’t see how spending all his time down there would help him become human again, or at least more human.  But if Omega and Special weren’t worried he wasn’t going to spend a lot of time on that thought either.

Primo absorbed most of his thoughts right now.

The resurrection of the eldest Emeritus brother was much different than Secondo’s.  He was quiet, barely moving as Special helped him sit up straight.  It seemed like he had aged decades while he was gone and for all Alpha knew that was certainly possible.  Special had no idea what dimension they all had been sent to and time worked differently in each one.  They might have been able to get answers from Imperator or some of the other ghouls involved but that was unfortunately not an option.  Not after what Terzo and Omega had done to them.

Alpha rounded the corner to reach Primo’s quarters but stopped when he saw the door wide open.  His tail swished irritably behind him as he crept closer, not really sure what he’d see when he reached the doorway.  If a few disloyal ghouls had somehow survived the initial purge and gotten ahold of Primo…well.  Alpha wasn’t sure there’d be anyone left after Terzo found out.  

“Papa?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer, Primo still hadn’t spoken a word.  But Alpha didn’t let that stop him.  While he was never the most talkative ghoul he made sure to fill the space with whatever stories or thoughts popped into his head.  Special had encouraged it and Alpha didn’t see any harm.  He wanted Primo back more than probably anyone else did.  Primo had always had a calming, commanding energy and that was something the church needed right now.  A grounding force to help keep everyone calm.

Alpha dejectedly looked around the room, seeing no sign of Primo.  No one had taken the time to clear out the space after his death so most everything was thankfully still in place.  Books and clothes laid out where they’d been the night of the attack.  It was neat and tidy just like it always had been.  The only things that were off were the plants Primo had kept, all of them quickly dying without his meticulous care.  Alpha had attempted to clear them out after getting Primo settled back in his room but Papa had made a small, wounded noise in his chest so the ghoul had left them.  

It was a rather morbid atmosphere for Primo, a man that took great pride in the gardens around the abbey.  In the large glass greenhouse that sat on the grounds nearby.  Alpha hated to see it but maybe the familiarity of all his things being in the same spot would help him.  He took a last look around and exited the room, trying not to look panicked as he strode through the hallways.  It was late and most of the Siblings and ghouls would be in their rooms but he still didn’t want anyone to see him looking nervous.  He definitely didn’t want to run into Omega who knew where he was supposed to be.

“Alpha.”

Well, fuck.  He bit back his groan and turned to greet the ghoul, his blood running a little cold when he noticed Terzo at his side.  They were arm in arm, Terzo even had his crown of bones atop his head.  Regal and macabre were the words that always drifted into Alpha’s head at the sight.  He resisted the urge to bow, deciding that it wasn’t an action he wanted to get used to.  

At least until they made him do it.

“Omega.  Papa.”  He gave them both a nod and tried to keep a relaxed posture.  “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re just leaving dinner.”  Alpha didn’t bother asking what dinner was, they were right next to one of the secret catacomb entrances and by the mess smeared all over Terzo’s chin Alpha knew Terzo was the one that had eaten.  “Aren’t you supposed to be with Primo?”

Alpha ignored Terzo’s low growl and nodded again,  “I just wanted to grab a book from the library.  Thought I’d try reading to him.”

“Oh, hey that’s a good idea.”  Omega wrapped an arm around Terzo’s shoulders when the man continued to growl.  “Stop that.”

“Well I’m gonna go.  You kids have a nice night.”

He did his best not to run away from the pair.  Running from Terzo was strongly discouraged.  Alpha continued down the hall trying to decide where to look for Primo first when he stopped as he walked past a bank of windows.  The sun had set an hour ago but with the full moon he could still see the grounds.  He could see the dead trees, the dried out flower beds.  Alpha could also see the old greenhouse, the glass walls sparkling in the moonlight.  It took a moment before he finally saw something out of place...

The doors to the greenhouse were wide open.

Leaves and twigs crunched loudly under his shoes as he quickly made his way to the building.  Being surrounded by the desiccated remains of his years and years of labor was not going to help Primo come back to himself, he didn’t need Special around to know that.  He tried to remain calm as he approached the door.  While Primo hadn’t exhibited any violent tendencies like his brothers he didn’t want to be the one to make those come out.

“Papa?”  He placed a hand on the cold glass as he stepped through the doorway, his eyes quickly falling upon the missing man.  “Primo?”

Not surprisingly he received no answer so Alpha kept moving closer.  Primo was standing absolutely still as he stared at the remains of a flower.  He wasn’t sure what type it had been, it was impossible to tell.  All that was left were a handful of dried petals and leaves barely hanging on to what remained of the stem.  Alpha reached out to take Primo’s elbow to try to lead him out but a sudden movement by Papa had the ghoul freezing in place.

A steady hand rose from his side, the familiar leather glove missing.  Alpha winced as he looked over Primo’s hand.  While his skin looked far better than it had, it still didn’t look right.  The color was wrong, pale and almost blue in places.  Primo straightened his pointer finger out and gently touched one of the old petals.  Alpha held his breath, expecting the petal to break off at the contact but it held strong.  Neither of them moved a muscle as the seconds ticked by until Primo abruptly dropped his hand, his breath leaving him in a rush.  Alpha had to step up to him quickly to help him stay standing.

“Easy Papa, easy.  I’ve got you.”

Primo’s eyes stayed on the dead flower as Alpha began to lead him away, like he was waiting for something.  Alpha continued to murmur soft words to the man as they left the greenhouse.  Talking about how they’d start working on cleaning the gardens up soon.  Doing his best to reassure him that they’d bring life to his work again.

Just like they had done for him.

Later, after Papa was settled back into his room, and after Alpha had bribed Zephyr to keep watch by his door, Alpha found himself back in the gardens.  He let himself remember how things were before everything had happened.  Before him and his friends, his family, had been either killed or banished back to Hell.  It bothered him that no one had taken care of the gardens in their absence.  He would have to speak with Omega soon about rebuilding and making sure that didn’t happen again.

The greenhouse was as silent as it was earlier but he still walked as quietly as possible.  He wished he knew enough about plants to be able to recognize what he was looking at.  Small trees lined the walls, maybe some sort of fruit tree judging by some of the debris he was walking over.  Further in were the smaller plants, delicate flowers and succulents that required the exact environment the greenhouse could maintain.  He stopped and sighed, letting his shoulders sag as the weight of everything piled on him for a moment.

This place deserved better.  The Papas had deserved better.  Alpha took a deep breath, turning to head back out and towards the abbey.  A flash of color gave him pause as he walked by where Primo had stopped earlier, at the dead flower he had focused on.  At the flower he had touched as gently as a man might touch a loved one.

A flower that was now alive.

Alpha knelt down, his tail swishing the leaves on the ground back and forth as he stared at the small thing.  At the stem that was now stronger and the leaves that were now warm and green.  The dead petals had dropped but there were already new ones growing in their place.  They were bright red, a strong flash of color that made Alpha’s heart ache.  

He carefully stood up, afraid to disturb even the air around it.  His Papa did this, his Papa had brought this small thing back.  A small symbol of hope that everything would be ok.  That things would be made whole again, back to how they were before.  He lowered his head for a moment and said a quiet prayer to Lucifer, a quiet thanks for whatever help he was giving them.  When he was done he turned and made his way outside, his steps more sure than they’d been for weeks.

Tomorrow he would help Papa get to work.

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[onedaughterofman]

About me and fic masterlist <3

Hi! I can speak English and Spanish. This is a +18 blog, so please DON'T follow/interact if you're underage.

Also, PLEASE DO NOT repost my works on ANY OTHER SITE. They are exactly where I want them to be.

Fics are under #my writing tag!

Fic masterlist under the cut!

In all the fics the reader is gender neutral, unless I say otherwise.

You, forever: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Angst, a bit of horror. Evil! Copia. Antichrist! Copia. COMPLETED

Chapter I: Life eternal

Chapter II: Maternal slave

Chapter III: If you have ghost

Chapter IV: A funeral pyre

Chapter V: Kiss the goat under the spell

Chapter VI: Your friend Death

Chapter VII: Zenith interlude

Chapter VIII: Spawn of pure malevolence

Chapter IX: Waiting for the night

Chapter X: Dance Macabre

Chapter XI: Thank you, now go, go

Evil: Papa Emeritus III x reader. Rated T, some sexual innuendos.

Admirer: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff. PART II

Hope: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff.

Ritual: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader x Nameless Ghoul (any of them). +18, adult content.

Sun: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. Fluff, comfort.

Premature burial: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, a bit of horror.

Call me: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Night: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Ring: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Sin: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Bless me: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Vampire Party: Young! Sister Imperator x reader. Rated T, vampirism.

Cold: Dew/Sodo/Fire Ghoul x reader. Rated T, some sexual innuendos.

Prime Mover: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

For me: Papa Emeritus III x reader. +18, adult content.

Dying tonight: Resurrected! Papa Emeritus III x reader. Angst.

Garments: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Dance Macabre: Young! Sister Imperator x reader x Young! Papa Nihil. +18, adult content.

Goodnight, again: Young! Papa Nihil x reader. Fluff.

Rebirth: Vampire! Papa Emeritus x reader. Rated T. Mentions of injuries and blood. Vampirism.

Feisty: Nameless Ghoul (any of them) x reader. Rated M. Light adult content.

Binding ritual: Nameless Ghoulettes x reader. Fluff.

Untitled vignette: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

That classic "getting sold to" fic: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Humor, crack fic.

Dark Waltz: Vampire! Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. Rated T.

Another bloody Mary: Mary Goore x Young! Nihil. Angst, crack ship.

Untitled vignette #2: Rain Ghoul x reader. Humor, bit of crack fic.

Ruin me: Nameless Ghoul x reader. +18, adult content.

Untitled vignette #3: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

Untitled vignette #5: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. +18, adult content.

Untitled vignette #6: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, angst and emotional hurt/comfort.

Writing Sessions #1: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Rated M, manipulative manwhore Copia, sexual innuendos.

Terzo x Omega scenario: Rated T, angst.

Writing Sessions #2: Papa Emeritus III headcanon. Angst, self esteem issues, depersonalization, imposter syndrome.

Writing Sessions #3: Cardinal Copia x reader. Rated M. Not explicit, but sexual themes. Fluff. Copia being weird and dumb.

Writing Sessions #4: Papa Emeritus II x reader. Rated T, sexual tension, age difference, Secondo being dark and handsome.

Writing Sessions #4 PART II: Papa Emeritus II x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #5: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

Writing Sessions #6: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, mostly fluff, some sexual tension. Blood (fake)

Writing Sessions #7: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #8: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #9: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18 adult content.

Sacrifice me: Papa Emeritus x reader. +18 adult content.

PD: The Devil works hard but I'm sitting next to him chugging coffee like it's water.

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[copiousloverofcopia]

🥀 TERZO FIC MASTER LIST🥀

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Multi-Chapter Works:

⛧  Tied As One Eternally  (COMPLETE) >>> Terzo & OC Sister Alessandra Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) has had his eye on Sister Alessandra for some time, while she wants nothing to do with him. Now with Nihil breathing down Terzo's neck and the papacy on the line, will the devoted sister give in and accept his offer? (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Angst/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Terzo x Alessandra Sequel Snippets (Mini sequels to the Papas in Love stories): 🜏 No Worries There Terzo introduces baby Filomena to Primo and Secondo for the first time. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 La Corsa Della Tua Vita Alessandra teases Terzo for a small taste when neither of them can control their lust for one another. (NSFW-Romance/Slight Bondage) 🜏 DracuMena It is a stormy night at the Abbey and a small, but very tenacious vampire is on the loose. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Romance/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 If You Insist Only weeks before their second child is born, Terzo and his Prime Mover Alessandra decide to help one another relax. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Won't Be the Last Alessandra struggles with leaky breasts during her last trimester and Terzo is more than happy to help put them to good use. (NSFW-Romance/Pregnancy sex/Lactation Kink) 🜏 Here Comes the Son Alessandra is so tired of being pregnant. Terzo and her have tried everything but still no baby. Will he ever show up? (SFW-Fluff/Birth/Pregnancy/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Don't You Dare After Terzo gets drunk and Alessandra babysits him at the Cardinal's accession party, things get interesting as they return to the Papal suites. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Breeding Kink) 🜏 Practice What You Preach Alessandra struggles to get the kids ready for Black Mass that Terzo is leading today, a conversation needing to be had looming over them. When Terzo only adds to her stress, Ale denies him only to have things come to ahead in the chapel after Mass ends. (NSFW-Romance/Fluff/Chapel sex/Mentions of pregnancy) 🜏 While the Cat's Away Alessandra leaves Terzo in charge of the kids…chaos ensures. (SFW-Fluff/Humor/Daddy Terzo) 🜏 Chocolate Syrup Alessandra gets a day of relaxation which gets blissfully interrupted by Terzo and his ghoul Omega. (NSFW-Romance/threesome w/Omega/Ghoul sex/Pregnancy sex) 🜏 Terzo's Day The Ministry celebrates Father's Day with an annual BBQ cook out. Terzo reflects on becoming a father and the newfound meaning to the day when he learns an unspoken truth about his brother. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Father's Day) 🜏 The Greatest Honor Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited. (SFW-Fluff/Family/Angst/Pregnancy announcement)

⛧ Holy Mary (IN PROGRESS) Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church. (Dubious Consent/Romance/Breeding/Pregnancy/Blood/Blasphemy Kink)

One Off Works:

Divino del Sangue Sister Vittoria roams the halls of the Abbey on a stormy night, on her way to meet her lover for a late night rendezvous. (NSFW-Vampre Terzo, Blood) The Monstrance Clock is Ticking You've been invited to help Papa III and Cardinal Copia with a very pressing matter. (NSFW- Threeway w/Copia/Breeding Kink/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) Solo la Vostra Fueled by both his passion and rage, a resurrected Papa Emeritus III seeks solace with you, his most faithful of followers. (NSFW-Resurrected Terzo, Blood) Among the Flowers It's been a stressful day at the Abbey and you go to your favorite spot to unwind, pining for your lover Terzo...when an unexpected surprise happens. (NSFW-Romance/Comfort) When You Wake Up You'll never get used to him leaving. You try to wait up for Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) to come home after a trip before he starts the Meliora tour but end up falling asleep. (SFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) Ginger Thins You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Fluff/Romance/Comfort) L'Annunciazione Oscura You've been in a haze of your illness, batted down by its fury when Terzo comes to help you feel a bit better... (NSFW-Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Bad Day You're stress level has reached its peak as you find yourself alone in the cloister. Alone in your thoughts and feeling the world closing in you feel a familiar squeeze. (SFW-Part 1/2/Comfort/Fluff) Good Night After your "Bad Day", Terzo is more than happy to help you forget about your stress. (NSFW-Part 2/2/Romance/Comfort) An Acquired Taste While on your moon you discover that Papa Emeritus III may have returned from the dead. There are only whispers and rumors, but you can't fight the feeling and need to go see for yourself. (NSFW-Vampire Terzo/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) In the Light of the Fire Terzo and you have been trying to start your family, his reigns now handed over to the Cardinal, but the business in the Abbey hasn't given you alone time together. Tonight he promised would be different so you wait by the fire for him to arrive. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Humor/Sex w/ the intention of pregnancy) They Come At Night The Cardinal has been sneaking out at night, tonight you find out where he goes. (NSFW-Three-way with Copia/Vampire Terzo/Dracopia/Blood/Resurrected Terzo/Dark Romance/Period Sex) Too Small Couch A night spent cuddling and binge watching your favorite shower with your lovers, Cardinal Copia and Papa Emeritus III. (SFW- Hanging w/Copia/Fluff/Comfort/Humor/Non-Gendered reader) Scorching You are feeling self-conscious about your growing pregnant belly while Terzo reminds you just how beautiful you truly are. (NSFW-Romance/Body Worship/Pregnancy sex)

Ghristmas in the Attic It's Christmas day at the Abbey and while "Christmas" itself isn't celebrated, the Winter Solstice is. Your lover, Terzo Emeritus has a surprise waiting for you under the grand tree, intriguing and thoughtful. (NSFW-Christmas/Yule/Romance/Fluff/Surprise gift) The Moon and Stars Align The moon and the stars have aligned and the night to procreate the unholy bastard of the Emeritus heir has now arrived for Terzo and his Prime Mover. (NSFW-Romance/Breeding Kink/Ritual/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy) Rope Burn Terzo Emeritus is tired of being the one in control all the time, of always being the one to call the shots. You help him unwind in a way only you are allowed. (NSFW-Male reader/Light BDSM/Crying/Rope/Knifeplay/Aftercare) Thinking of You Papa Emeritus III misses you while touring and finds a way to occupy his time...and hand. (NSFW-Masturbation/Tour bus/Angst/Spit Kink) Smeared Paint Though you are hesitant...Terzo insists that you take your seat. (NSFW-Oral Sex/Face Ridding/Sex from behind) Held You have pushed yourself too hard dear sorella, and Terzo is here to remind you that you deserve your rest. (SFW-Sleepy Sister/Comfort) Gelato Terzo and you enjoy some gelato while battling the heat in the Abbey courtyard...until Terzo decides to make you his sweet, sticky treat. (NSFW-Romance/Food Play)

Terzo One Off Works Featuring Other's OCs):

Someone For Who I Belong (feat. OC Scarlett) A Sister of Sin battles her inner demons and troubled past when her lover decides to prove to her she is no longer alone. (NSFW-Romance/Blood/Ritual/Angst/Cardinal Terzo) The Confessional (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is Papa Emeritus the III's most devout of followers but her feelings for him have grown to a level she can no longer control and must confess to someone. (NSFW-Confession booth sex, Loss of virginity) Lupercalia (feat. OC of @ryuzatodraws from their masterpiece Luce Perduta) Sister of Sin Lucilla is about to embark on her first Lupercalian celebration with Papa Emeritus the III. While her lover is quite experienced and thrilled to show her all the sins of the flesh, the dauting reality of participating in the Asmodeus ritual begins to set in. (NSFW-Valentine's Day/Lupercalia/Romance/Mentions of Orgy) Driven to Madness (feat. OC of @kittenburps) Sister of Sin Lucrecia has caught the eye of Papa Emeritus III. While neither one will admit their full feelings for the other, an innocent gesture between her and a new sibling of sin makes Terzo need to remind her to whom she belongs. (NSFW-Jealousy/Dominance/Rough sex/Possessive)

⚠️COPIIA-Unrelated/Non-related AU⚠️

As the Night Settled In (Spin off from Let There Be Night) Copia pulls an all nighter after becoming Cardinal and gets some much-needed release when he gets back to his lover. (NSFW-Romance/MFM/Established relationship/UNRELATED/NON-RELATED AU)

Thank you for reading!

May he walk with you in Darkness, leading you from the Light

⛧ PM Ren

#Terzo #Papa Emeritus III #Papa III #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #ao3 smut #ao3 writer #ghost fanfiction writer #ao3 works #ghost smut #the band ghost smut

[earthry]

thinking about my happily ever after fix-it au where all the brothers are resurrected and im in pieces making up my own hcs,,,, cause like,,,,

secondo would have a panic attack any time his brothers don't text or call back-- if they don't answer immediately he starts imagining the worst and his brain goes: they're dead again they're dead again they're dead again please nonononono.

#the band ghost #secondo #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus 2 #papa secondo #papa emeritus ii #headcanons #hhhhhhn #i wanna give him so many hugs

[ghoulymadge]

my theory for chapter 16 is they're actually rolling secondo out on that gurney to resurrect him because he's the only one in the clergy who knew how to do taxes properly

#madge musings #ghost #the band ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #secondo #papa emeritus ii

[ghostchems]

fic masterlist

black light guides you /status: complete, multi-chapter /pairing: resurrected!terzo x female oc

a perpetual rise / status: ongoing, sequel to black light guides you, multi-chapter / pairing: resurrected!terzo x female oc

burn with me /status: ongoing, multi-chapter / pairing: dracopia x female oc

cirice /status: one-shot, complete / vampire!papa emeritus iii x female!reader

the sads / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iv x gender neutral reader (hurt/comfort)

restroom detour / status: one-shot, complete, part of the pinnacle lounge series / cardinal copia x female!reader

kazoo comfort / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iii x gender neutral reader (hurt/comfort/angst/fluff?)

la bella luna / status: complete, part of the pinnacle lounge series / papa emeritus ii x female!reader

somethin' spooky / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iv x female!reader

the rose / status: one-shot, complete / papa emeritus iii (angst and humor)

upiór / status: complete, multi-chapter / papa emeritus iii x female!reader, cardinal copia x female!reader

road rage / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x female!reader

oops / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x succubus!reader

cemetery stroll / status: one-shot / werewolf! papa emeritus ii x female!reader

the wedding guest /status: ones-shot / papa emeritus iii x female!reader

have some sympathy and some taste / status: one-shot / dracopia x female!reader

the cardinal’s cure / status: one-shot / cardinal terzo x female!reader

devotion / status: one-shot / cardinal copia x female!reader

the devil's damsel / status: ongoing / cardinal secondo x female!reader (please read the warnings for this one!)

gloves / status: one-shot / cardinal terzo x female!reader

wrong place, right time / status: one-shot / papa emeritus iv x female!reader

prompts / primo / secondo / terzo / cardi / popia

updated 9.7.23

#ghostchems speaks

[chandlerbinq]

secondo nation. we rise

I want secondo resurrection theories NOW

#BRING BACK MY BOY #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus 2 #secondo emeritus #secondo #Spotify #papa secondo #bone daddy

[ghcstcd]

But what if I tell you that in resurrection au, where papas 1-3 return, Dewdrop storms up to Secondo. He tries to muster all the rage inside him. All the years that he felt alone and lost. But when he faces the man who gave him his name, who offered the opportunity to join the Ghost project in the first place, the man he loved, that rage melts into tears. His face pressed into Secondo's robes. Hands balled into tight fists.

And Secondo, so gently, kisses Dewdrop between his horns.

#Secondo asks what happened to him #and Dewdrop's reply is 'you were gone...' #I got so many feelings about them :') #ANY WHO <3 #dew/secondo #dewii

[ghostieboi1]

Resurrection

Teen!Reader & Primo/Secondo/Terzo Genre: Scenarios, fluff, hurt/comfort Characters: Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Sister Imperator, Mountain, Swiss, and Aether Summary: Reader is the child of Primo/Secondo/Terzo (depending on the scenario) and they react to their father getting resurrected. Reader is also either a few days/weeks from turning 18 or recently turned 18 (so they would've initially died when they were around 13 or 14). Warnings: GN!Reader, SFW, crying, I'm putting more emphasis on the HURT/COMFORT part, poorly translated Italian, all gifs not mine A/N: Whoa, two Ghost fics in two days? I'm getting productive before my annual hibernation lol

Primo

You had caught a rumor of one of the Papas getting resurrected from the dead but it was only a guess who it was going to be. It wasn't until you overheard Copia and Sister Imperator talking in Copia's office about the Papa they resurrected; your father.

Running down the corridors of the Ministry to Primo's old bedroom, your adrenaline spiking beyond belief for the first time in years. When you reached the door, a ghoul was standing in front of the door, clearly on guard. It was Mountain and he immediately recognized you.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I can't let you in yet." Mountain warned but his voice was soft, sympathetic even.

"Please, I have to see him. I need to know if he's okay." You practically begged, you felt your voice shake and knew you'd start becoming emotional any minute.

Mountain opened his mouth to protest but the way you looked so desperate and the fact he knew you were so young when Primo died... He eventually just sighed and stepped aside.

"Be careful with him though, he's still trying to understand everything." Mountain warned, gently placing his hand on your shoulder before letting you enter.

You sighed before opening the door, preparing for honestly anything. What you saw made your heart feel whole again. Primo was sitting on his sofa, his favorite and prized flowers in front of him as he inspected each pedal for any damage. He had heard the door open and shut but didn't look up right away, when he did, the expression he held softened.

"(Y/N)...?" Primo asked, his voice was a little gravelly but you expected that.

All you could do was nod, not trusting your voice. Primo stood up and made his way to you, it was a little slow but you knew he was just trying to wrap his head around everything. When he was close enough, you hugged him, allowing yourself to cry now.

"Oh, mio caro..." Primo sighed, returning the hug. His hand gently placed itself on the back of your head. "I'm so sorry I missed out on so much." His voice was now shaky.

"It's not your fault." You muttered, you were trying to not cling too hard to him because you didn't know how he was physically. But if you could, you'd squeeze him for dear life.

"I know, but I still feel awful about it." Primo said, he was definitely crying now too.

"I missed you." You muttered, afraid to let go of him.

"I know, mio caro, but I'm here now." Primo comforted, kissing the top of your head.

You finally pulled away and smiled at him, he smiled back.

"(Y/N), could you tell me who took care of my garden while I was gone?" Primo asked, glancing at his flower pot.

"I did, with the help of Mountain. It made me feel like you were still here even if it was just my imagination." You admitted, chuckling a little.

"Well, you did an amazing job, mio caro." Primo said, taking your hand in his. "I'm sorry I left so sudden and when you were still so young, but let's try to make up for time, sÌ?"

"Sì, Papa." You nodded, wiping your tears away.

Secondo

You had caught a rumor of one of the Papas getting resurrected from the dead but it was only a guess who it was going to be. It wasn't until you overheard Copia and Sister Imperator talking in Copia's office about the Papa they resurrected; your father.

Instead of running, you hurriedly walked towards Secondo's bedroom. You didn't want to hold your breath and hope it was true because you had been lied to by Sister Imperator before, not Copia so much unless he was trying to protect you.

But when you saw Swiss standing in front of the door, a place he normally wouldn't be, you knew for sure he was back. You slowed your walking down a bit as you got closer, Swiss was already giving you a look that said "I'm sorry".

"(Y/N), please..." Swiss muttered, shaking his head slowly.

"Please what? I deserve to see him." You said sternly, now standing directly in front of him.

"I know, but Papa didn't want him to have any visitors yet and honestly, how do you think he'll react when he sees you—" You cut Swiss off.

"He deserves to know. You weren't here when he was but he wasn't informed about anything, everyone left him in the dark and I will not let that continue now that he's back." You practically ordered, raising your voice a little.

It wasn't common for humans to be able to scare ghouls, but it seemed you had this ability to do just that. Swiss didn't want to argue with you anymore and just decided to let you enter the room, you thanked him and apologized because you did feel bad for yelling.

Secondo immediately looked up at the door when it opened, he didn't seem to recognize you right away until he thought about it. The way you were standing and your features were all too familiar, then it hit him, but he was a little too slow.

"Hello, father." You greeted, your voice was soft because you didn't want to startle him and because you were nervous.

Secondo stood up and began walking to you. "(Y/N)," he trailed off as he glanced over you. "You... You've grown." He chuckled, a stark difference from him before.

You nodded, chuckling with him. You weren't sure what to feel right now, all you knew was that before long, you had tears falling down your face. "Oh, ragazzino." Secondo cooed, bringing you in for a hug.

This sudden show of this much love coming from Secondo felt weird but you didn't care, maybe he's realized that life can be short and to accept everything as is now that he's back, he wants to fix anything that may have been broken.

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I wish I had been there for you just a little bit more back then, but I can try to make it up to you if you'll let me." Secondo offered, gently swaying you side to side as if you were still a baby.

You nodded, smiling a little. "I thought you were too stone cold to do anything like that." You joked, chuckling a little.

"Never, just was too busy. But if I was, Hell must've warmed me up then." Secondo joked back, there was a slight shake in his voice.

"I thought I'd lost you forever." You sobbed, clutching his robes.

"Oh, mio caro. You could never lose me, even in death. I'll always watch over you." Secondo comforted, the shake in his voice more prominent. "Ti amo, (Y/N), tanto."

"Anch'io ti amo, Papa." You whispered back, smiling the best you could.

Terzo

You had caught a rumor of one of the Papas getting resurrected from the dead but it was only a guess who it was going to be. It wasn't until you overheard Copia and Sister Imperator talking in Copia's office about the Papa they resurrected; your father.

Dread filled you, not because he was back, but because you were afraid how the Ministry would treat him again. Regardless, you went to find him. You had to remain mostly professional still because you were pretty much the only person in the Ministry up for being elected Cardinal but you had to wait until eighteen to be officially a Cardinal.

Once you made it to the last corner to his room though, you changed. Now desperate to see him again, you ran for the door and, despite Aether telling you not to, opened it to see Terzo staring at the wound around his neck in a mirror.

Terzo noticed the door opening immediately turned around to look at whoever opened his bedroom door so suddenly. Aether followed you in and tried ushering you away but you lightly argued with him but it wasn't until Terzo told Aether you could be here that the ghoul left and shut the door.

You stared at him in disbelief, he was alive despite how they killed him. You also seemed to be taller than him, which kind of surprised you.

"I left you alone for, how many years, and you had the audacity to grow taller than your old man." Terzo teased, crossing his arms in front of him.

You chuckled, it was airy and more like a sigh but the smile on your face let him know you were happy. "Are you okay? Your, uh..." You trailed off, glancing at his neck.

"Oh, this thing? Beats me how they managed to do it but I'm also not going to question it because our Dark Lord works in mysterious ways." Terzo sighed, gently touching the stitches.

You fell silent, not sure what to say or do. Terzo noticed, the look on his face changed from confident and cocky to concern and sadness. He sighed before opening his arms, allowing you to hug him. You didn't hesitate on returning the gesture and clung to him as if he was just in your mind and you would never see him again. You began crying, unable to hold your emotions back.

"Oh, amore mio. I'm so sorry I left you alone when you needed me." Terzo apologized, his own voice breaking as he cried.

"It's not your fault." You muttered, sniffling.

"Ti amo, (Y/N). Mi scuso per tutto." Terzo whispered, kissing the top of your head.

"Anch'io ti amo, Papa." You muttered, smiling a little as you pulled away a bit.

You wiped the tears from your face and chuckled a little at the small stain of tears on Terzo's shoulder, Terzo did the same.

"There is something I should probably tell you before anything else. Um, I'm gonna become Cardinal shortly after I turn eighteen." You explained, fidgeting with your hands.

Terzo's eyes widened before he smiled big. "You really have grown up, taking on a Cardinal's responsibilities at an early age isn't easy." Terzo chuckled, he was definitely proud of you.

"I know, but Copia has been helping me with it when he can." You informed, shrugging a bit.

"Copia... How's he been handling the whole 'Papa Emeritus IV' thing?" Terzo asked, it wasn't bitter or mean, it sounded as if he actually cared about him.

"Good. Better than most thought." You admitted, sighing.

Terzo paused a bit, a small smile growing in the silence. "I'm so proud of you, mio caro." Terzo admitted, giving you another hug.

"Thank you, Papa." You muttered in return, resting your head on his shoulder.

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[anamelessfool]

Hello, I am A Nameless Fool.

30+. She/Her. I'm writing a massive Ghost AU because I'm insane.

They have no time to consider what the Void is. All they understand is that it is Hungry. And they are the only two previously human beings that can ensure the health of their charge. They are the single line of defense at the border of Void and Not Void.

Scenes from the Void (Eldritch Horror AU) AO3 Series Link

Feel free to read them in any order you like. I'm adding fics of each Papa, with a variety of emotional tones and subjects. They all revolve around a larger overarching plot.

Current Major Fic (Moodboard by @ghuleh-recs):

WIP Violence & Gentleness

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry.

Ghouls and Lore

Blackened Feathers OC | Horror, Lore

Resurrection Reader & Papa (Any) | Ritual Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

The Garden Nameless Ghouls, Terzo/Omega | SFW (strong language), Family Bonding, Dark Magic, Trippy, Adventure, Family Drama, Secret Relationship, Nonbinary Ghouls

Ongoing WIP Bestiary Nameless Ghouls (Canon and OC) | Ficlets 18+, Dark Magic, Alternate History, Weird Lore, Historical References, Other OC Papa Emeritus/Mater Emerita

Ongoing WIP Domestics Entire "Emeritus" Family and Church | Ficlets 16+, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life

Terzo x Omega

The First and The Last Terzo/Omega | Dark Romance, Ritual Magic, Trippy Weirdness

Reciprocity Terzo/Omega | Artist Model, Photography, Tender Moments, Body Worship, Oral Fixation, Cardiophilia

Ribbons & Ties Terzo/Omega | Domestic Fluff, Established relationship, Weddings Bring Out Your Fear of Commitment

Copia x Cardinal Marian (OC)

Sweeter Red Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, demi Copia, Bittersweet

All the Stops (Sweeter Red Sequel) Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, Bittersweet

Tilted Copia/OC, Terzo/Omega | Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Repressed Memories, Secret Relationships, Long-term Relationship

Wanna Bewitch You Copia/OC, Terzo/OC, Nameless Ghouls, Emeritus Family| Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Long-term Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Formalwear

Valentine's Day 1985 Young Copia & Primo | Brotherly Affection, Domestic Fluff, Valentine's Day, Hurt/Comfort, My Art

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family

For One Creature's Sake Primo & Copia | Phobias, Family Drama,Young Cardinal Copia, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illness

WIP Violence & Gentleness Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

Interlude: In Orbit Always Primo x OC Nameless Ghoul (Edelweiss Ghoul | FWB, One Bed Trope, Psychic Ties, Dreams, Somniphilia, First Time, Friends BUT MORE

Secondo & Family

Maestro Sister Imperator & Young Secondo, Young Terzo | Ritual Magic, Sibling Rivalry (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

WIP Crossroads Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family | Ritual Magic, Horror, Trippy Weirdness, Brother Angst, Father & Son, Family Drama

Extra (Outside of The Scenes from the Void AU)

Call Me Papa IV & Reader | SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cardiophilia, Comfy Read, Papa IV Reassures You Everything Will Be Okay

One Shot Papa IV & Reader | Silly Fic, PG-13 Fun, Overly Dramatic, Concert Experience

Tights Papa IV x Gen Reader | Fishnets, Body Worship, Massage, Sensual Play, Foot Play, Foot Job, Light D/s, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

No Deal Papa Nihil x Fem! Reader | 1970s, Music References, Recreational Drug Use, Oral, Shotgunning, Nihil Being Father of the Decade, Surprise Ending

VIII Strength Papa IV x Gen Reader | Dom Sub Dynamic, Established Relationshop, Power Play, Body Worship, Bondage

Housekeeping Notes

I sometimes announce I'm doing fic requests. They are PG-13. I do not post NSFW works on tumblr, please read them through AO3 and keep them on AO3. I DO really love talking about writing and meeting other writers, so please don't be shy. NEMA

About Me 👇👇👇

I love: Clive Barker, John Bellairs, Mervyn Peake, Shirley Jackson, Terry Prachett, David Lynch, David Cronenberg

Other Hobbies: Larping, Sewing, BJD, witchcraft, wandering around the woods

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#ghost fandom #ghost band fic #ao3 author #the band ghost #ao3 fanfic #authorinro #ghost scenes from the void #ao3 link #terzo/omega #cardinal copia #copia x oc #papa emeritus ii #papa emertius iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus i

[osirisiii-bc]

My brain randomly images a one (1) single scene of Primo and Secondo chaotically resurrecting Terzo to help them plot a plan against the military regime of Copia, and all of a sudden here it is a story where they rent him a flat out of the Ministry to keep his resurrection a secret and he starts going around in town doing the most basic shit he has never done like going to the supermarket to buy food, randomly roaming with his hands behind his back in full dad-style walk, talking about back pain with old ladies at the park and getting lost because he walked too much and he has to be picked up somewhere by an assistant, while his brothers plot a coup d'état in the Ministry, and they don’t know how those simple experiences are changing him and his point of view about the world… but he only got one desire left.

And this is basically how I have added a new fic wip to my list.

#the band ghost #papa emeritus lll #the band ghost fanfiction #why am i like this