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captaingrebelguf · 1 year

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Bedtime

Well now that @copiousloverofcopia outted me, I figured I would share my rambles based on her depiction of Terzo and his Prime Mover (so my selfish ass can see them all in one place).

All credit goes to this one ➡ @copiousloverofcopia ⬅️ She's lovely and I think the world of her.

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

Anyway.

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Terzo paused in the hallway of the Ministry, gently letting his head loll back. He was fighting against his sleep-deprived mind, but his eyelids were starting to get heavier and heavier. He’d been searching for his firstborn and older brother for the past 10 minutes, walking aimlessly up and down the halls searching for them. When Primo had offered to watch Mena for a few hours and give the new parents a break from their daughter, he thought the older man would grow weary of her and return her at some point. Once it started to grow late, Alé had to remind Terzo they were missing a family member and ordered he go track her down while she fed their son.

It’d been three weeks since Dante joined their family, and while Terzo was absolutely smitten with him, he was beyond exhausted. He admired how easily his Prime Mover was adapting to these changes and remaining so graceful. Terzo on the other hand felt like he was losing his mind. The family of four had been trying to get back into some sort of routine: making sure Alé was getting the help she needed with their son, trying to keep Mena busy and involved as a new big sister, and Terzo failing miserably at his papal duties. He was thankful his brothers made no qualms about picking up his slack; including babysitting his daughter.

Terzo shook his head to wake himself up and continued on with his quest. After no success checking a few more rooms, he finally passed by the dimly-lit living room and halted his step. He spun on his heel and stuck his head through the door frame, sighing at his brother and daughter huddled over the coffee table with tiny packets scattered all about.

“Come along, tesoro,” Terzo groaned, holding out his hand for Mena, “We need to get you into bed before Mama starts looking for the both of us.”

“No! Zio said I could help!” Mena insisted, crossing her arms and kicking the side of the couch with her bare feet, ready for a fight. Primo’s lips thinned into a tight line as he tossed an apologetic glance at his younger brother and placed a gentle hand on the toddler’s feet to cease the kicking. Terzo let out a sigh and gave his brother an exasperated, pleading look. Primo couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen such dark circles under his brother’s eyes .

“I believe we let time get away from us a little, wouldn’t you agree, donnina?” Primo asked his niece. Mena, obviously starting to learn from her father’s dramatics, crossed her arms tighter and turned away from the two men.

“No!” she argued, “I want to help Zio!”

Terzo closed his eyes before Primo could see the twitch in his eye develop, accepting defeat against his child. He entered the room and sat down in the high-backed armchair near the crackling fireplace. He rested his eyelids and sunk into the cushion, resigning himself to be found by his wife; even if it may come with some not-so-gentle scolding.

“Come stai, fratellino?” Primo questioned as he handed Mena a packet of heirloom cucumber seeds. Mena uncrossed her arms and hugged the seed packet to her heart, beaming up at her doting uncle as he returned the warm smile.

“Sono morto dentro,” Terzo replied in a low tone, rotating his face towards the warmth. He sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to ignore his brother’s blatant efforts to absolutely spoil his child.

“Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti,” Primo warned, continuing to sort through his seed packets, making mental notes as he prepared for next spring’s growing season. Mena watched her uncle move around the tempting parcels, as she grasped out her small hand for an additional seed packet, babbling away to no one in particular.

“Mai,” Terzo scoffed, crossing his legs and giving into his exhaustion.

“Terzo Emeritus!” Alessandra chided from the doorway, holding a wiggling Dante in her arms. Her dark locks up in a messy bun, glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, and her robe stained with a hint of dried spit-up; yet still exuding the same confidence (and irritation at her husband) she always had.

Terzo shot forward from his chair like a deer in some headlights. He clutched his chest as his lover stared daggers at him, “Alé, cara mia, I swear we were coming right up!”

Mena haphazardly launched herself off the couch towards her mother, Primo holding his hands up behind her to catch her from landing on the coffee table. Mena scurried towards her mother, raising her hands up to her brother, “Hi, Dante! Hi Mama!”

Alé moved their son into the crook of her left arm as she took her free hand to stroke her daughter’s hair, pulling into a hug, “Mena, help me get your Papa to bed. He clearly needs his sleep.”

Terzo defeatedly sighed and held his hands out towards his wife, motioning towards their son. Alé took Mena’s hand and shuffled her way to Terzo. Alessandra dipped down to allow Terzo to remove Dante from her arm. He placed Dante on his chest and kissed the crown of his head. Despite the new challenges, he couldn’t be happier. Motherhood suited his beautiful Prime Mover perfectly, he hoped he was doing enough to have her see the same in him.

“Don’t cook the baby,” Alé teased, pulling Mena up to her hip. A small smile tugged on his face as he soothingly rubbed Dante’s back. Ale took her free hand and ran her fingers through Terzo’s mane, “Seriously, bed time.”

Mena buried her tiny face into her mother’s chest and yawned, “Mama, I helped Zio.”

Primo began to rise, having reached a good ending point for the evening, “And what an incredible helper she was. Good conversation, too.”

“Thank you, Primo. I really am so grateful to have you here to help,” Alé gently swayed, trying to settle Mena. She gave Primo a genuine, soft smile. She felt so much more at ease knowing her children had him as a role model in their lives.

Primo smiled and placed a hand on Mena’s back, “Always a pleasure. Anything for my nipoti. Fratellino, vai a letto.”

Primo gave Alessandra’s arm a gentle squeeze and wished sweet dreams to his niece and nephew. As he began to exit, he shot another stern glance at his brother. One Terzo remembered as a ‘get your ass in gear or else’ look from his childhood. With that, Primo silently glided out of the room and down the hall to his own quarters.

Terzo sighed and lifted himself off the armchair. He rolled his neck about, as a yawn escaped his lips. He shifted Dante from his chest into his arms, the infant stirred for a second before closing his eyes again and falling back to sleep. Terzo teasingly bumped his hip against Alé’s, gazing at the two beautiful children they created, “Pronta, sorella?”

“Sì, Papa,” Alessandra rolled her eyes. She turned to exit the room, cradling a sleeping Mena to her chest, with Terzo and Dante following closely behind. The family of four made their way down the dim halls of the Ministry, passing by a few ghouls seemingly being afflicted by night zoomies. The ghouls skittered about, greeting their Papa and his family before sprinting down the hall, poorly hiding a can of whipped cream they snagged from the fridge.

“We’re going to need more arms,” Terzo lamented as he opened the door to their wing. He motioned for Alessandra to enter first.

“More arms for what?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him. Alé headed into Mena’s room with Terzo trailing behind her.

“When we have six of these things running around falling asleep all over the Abbey, we’re going to need more arms,” he replied nonchalantly.

“HA!” Alé belted as she lowered Mena into her bed, causing Dante to start to fuss. Terzo began swaying side-to-side, trying to get the child to fall back asleep, giving Alé a cheeky smile. Alé tucked the blankets around their firstborn and kissed her forehead.

Terzo kneeled down beside his daughter’s bed and kissed her forehead, “Dormi bene, mio tesoro.”

Alé rested her head against Terzo’s shoulder as they watched their daughter sleep, “I think we’re doing pretty OK.”

“Sì, sì,” Terzo nodded his head. He nuzzled his face into his Prime Mover’s neck, gently nipping her jawline, “Now, what do you say we get this one to his own bed and start working on number three?”

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to tell you this: you’re never touching me again,” she scoffed, standing up and walking out to go collapse in their king-sized bed.

Terzo sighed defeatedly as he looked down at Dante’s sleeping face, “Prometto, your Mama is actually crazy about me.”

Translations:

Tesoro -- Treasure

Zio -- Uncle

Donnina -- Little woman

Come stai, fratellino? -- How are you doing, little brother?

Sono morto dentro. -- I am dead inside.

Spero che tu non abbia rimpianti. -- I hope you have no regrets.

Mai. -- Never.

Nipoti -- niece/nephew

Vai a letto -- Go to bed

Pronta, sorella? -- Ready, sister?

Dormi bene, mio tesoro -- Sleep well, my treasure

Prometto -- I promise

#ghost band #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fanfiction #Terzo X Alessandra #Terzo X Alé #fanfiction of a fanfiction #terzo x ale #prime mover #prime mover alessandra #terzo as a dad #dad terzo #daddy terzo #ghost fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #ghostband #copiousloverofcopia's characters

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copias-girl · 11 months

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Happy Father’s Day to the Papas! ♥︎

I may not have a dad, but these hot old men are the only daddies I’ll ever need <3

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rerukanobaka · 9 months

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compilation!

#ghost band #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus iii #terzo #dad!terzo

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emxritus · 4 months

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Terzo being tasked to be the one responsible for a few newly summoned Ghouls that happen to still be kits. He'd be less than pleased, demanding that the other adult Ghouls in the ministry care for them, but unfortunately for him, they get attached to Terzo and Terzo alone very fast. They all climb up his legs and sit on his shoulders, one of them trying to eat his grucifix patch, while the others are grabbing fists of his dark hair all while babbling out "dada!" to him, a scowl of disapproval upon his face at the pile of kits clinging to him.

He looks furious; but whenever the others try and take them away finally, as he asked them days prior to do, he glares at them and says he has it handled, becoming attached to them already in such a fatherly way. They'd quite literally be like his children, and while he'd hesitate to ever admit it, he does truly care for them and wants to keep them safe and loved. They're his Ghoul kits now, and he's their father. Touch them, and you're dead.

#emxritus #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost band #terzo #ghost terzo #papa emeritus terzo #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #ghost hcs #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #terzo fanfiction #ghouls #ghoul kits #dad!terzo

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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broken by love

summary: uncle copi babysits you and terzo’s daughter.

message at the end of the post as usual. please enjoy. 🤍🐁

(this is gonna make me cry)

“Ciao, fratellino!” Terzo greeted his brother, standing in the doorway of the Cardinal’s quarters, holding his little girl, Violetta, in his arms.

“What a lovely surprise!” Copia replied with a grin.

“Sorry I threw this upon you with such short notice, I’m going out with (Y/N) - er- this one’s Mommy tonight.” He said, quickly correcting his mistake as he placed his toddler on the ground.

“Oh no, you are not throwing anything on me at all. I am always happy to see my niece.”

“Alright la mia stellina, your Mama and I will be back tonight. Have fun. Make sure he stays out of trouble.” Terzo said, as if he himself didn’t come out of the womb Satan’s greatest troublemaker.

“I will! Hi, Uncle Copi!” she beamed, jumping up and down in excitement. Violetta loved spending time with her uncle. He was funny and sweet and had lots of cool toys in his room. Not to mention apple juice.

“Alright tesoro, have fun, but do not forget about me. I love you, la mia stellina.” Terzo said, kneeling to the ground and planting kisses all over his daughter’s soft face.

“Bye-bye Papa! I love you!” she waved as her father left the room.

“So, what shall we do?” the Cardinal asked his niece, clapping his hands together and shifting them a bit.

“Can I see your toys?” she asked excitedly, looking up at him with her big round eyes, strikingly akin to yours.

“Eh… My toys?” He asked, a bit confused, until realizing what she was referring to. “Oh, of course!”

Copia was, to put it bluntly, a big fat nerd. The shelves in his office were lined with what he would describe as “artifacts”, figurines and merchandise from various games, films, and comics, which were now old enough to be considered “vintage.” Thinking about that sent a shiver down his spine. Typically, Copia was pained when someone referred to his collectibles as “toys”, but found it utterly adorable in this scenario.

“Right this way!” He announced, crouching down a bit to take her tiny hand in his and lead her towards his office.

Upon entering the room, Violetta gazed up at the various memorabilia in awe, mouth agape. The Cardinal couldn’t lie; it was nice that someone finally showed some appreciation for his collection.

“Can we play?” she asked politely, pointing at the shelves.

In this moment, the value of the figurines meant nothing to him. He would normally become frazzled when someone touched his things, waving his hands frantically while jumbling a plethora of words,

“Nononothesearespecialdonottouchpleaseyouseetheyareworthalotandeverythingisexactlywhereitneedstobeplacedand-“

But she was a well-mannered girl, and beyond that, was far more special than anything on his shelf. Besides, at the unlikely chance she were to break something, it would be a wonderful excuse for him to scroll through eBay and search for a replacement (as well as other trinkets) late into the depths of the night. And if anything were to be broken, it would be broken by love. The best thing to be broken by.

“Sure!” he responded cheerfully, gesturing towards his display and letting her decide which characters would join today’s cast of playtime.

Today’s storyline was rather enthralling. A young and beautiful woman named Collette (a Princess Leia doll) was secretly in love with “Señor Joe”, (a Boba Fett figurine) someone her parents told her she must never speak with. The story ended triumphantly with a beautiful marriage. Copia didn’t know how or when they got there- he remembers Violetta briefly mentioning flying to Brazil on a private jet- maybe a war at one point- but somehow the two figures wound up at a marvelous wedding ceremony on Mars in front of all the Storm Troopers, to which, Violetta triumphantly announced, “The End!”

The Cardinal couldn’t help but wonder what you and Terzo were watching on television that inspired this thrilling plot.

“Wow, that was quite the story!” he said, impressed with his niece’s imagination. “You are very creative, much like your Mama and Papa.”

“Thank you Uncle Copi!” she chirped, practicing the manners you and Terzo taught her.

“Of course.” Copia caught sight of the clock, shocked by how much time had flown by.

“Violetta, it is now a very important time of day.” He announced.

“I already had nap time, Uncle Copi!”

To this, he chuckled, and ruffled his niece’s hair.

“Not nap time, it is feeding time.”

“But I’m not hungry.” She replied.

“Not for you, but for my rats.”

“Rats? You have rats? I want to see! Pleasepleaspleasepleaseplease!” She squealed, shaking her little hands in excitement, a mannerism he observed she shared with you.

“Papa says they are foul creatures plagued with disease!” she said, her bright smile indicating that she clearly had no understanding what any of that meant. For all she knew, that could be a top-tier compliment.

“Do you want to help me feed them?” he asked.

“Yes! Yes!” she agreed as she followed him out the door and down the hall, singing a little song about rats on the way. He might have to write that down.

And there they stood, in all their glory, two little rats in a spacey, well-kept cage, their beady eyes and soft grey fur capturing the little girl’s attention.

“Uncle Copi, they are so cute!!!” Violetta squealed.

“Would you like to hold one?” He asked as he opened the cage, refilling their food bowl.

Violetta got a tad nervous after his proposal, fingers fidgeting with the sides of her dress and her expression shifting to an anxious one.

“They are very sweet. You do not have to hold them if you do not want to, but I promise if you are gentle to them, they will be gentle to you.”

“That makes sense.” Violetta replied after her uncle’s thoughtful explanation. “I want to hold one.” She concluded. “Please.” She added, remembering what she was taught.

Maybe Terzo could learn some manners from his four-year-old daughter.

The Cardinal thought to himself.

“Now, hold your hands out like this.” He explained, cupping his hands with his palms facing up. “Do you want to hold Pesto or Bean?”

The latter name made Violetta giggle.

“Is something funny?” he teased.

“Bean is a funny name.” she replied through giggles, pointing at Bean, the brown rat.

“Okie dokie, one Bean coming right up!”

Copia gently picked up his precious Bean and placed him in Violetta’s hands. She giggled as she looked down on the little rat, so small, so sweet. A little bit like her.

“He is nice.” She said, smiling. “His feet tickle.”

“He is very nice. And sí, they do tickle. One time I was in a very important meeting and I did not notice this little Bean was in my sleeve until I felt him pitter-pattering up my arm and started laughing in front of the entire Clergy. Your Papa was there.” He recalled.

“Really?” Violetta asked.

“As real as real can be.”

“I guess I can’t bring him to school.” she sighed.

“I suppose not. But Bean is highly educated already. Does not need any more schooling.”

“Oh. I see.” she replied.

After some bonding time with Bean, Copia scooped him up and placed him back in his penthouse of a cage.

Bye bye, Bean. Bye bye, Pesto. She said, waving to the little rats.

“Next time you will have to hold Pesto. My bestie, Pestie.”

“Your what?”

“My bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.” he explained nonchalantly.

To this, Violetta did not just giggle. If “Bean” was funny, “Bestie Pestie” was downright hilarious. The little girl started laughing so hard her stomach hurt, rolling on the ground as she repeated “Bestie Pestie.” The sound of the young girl’s laughter brought a newfound lightness in his heart, one that left his heart full but a little bit broken simultaneously. The two of them laughed together on the carpet, sharing what would be a treasured memory even years later.

After recovering from the laughter, Violetta asked,

“Can we play a game? Please? The car one?”

❦ ❦ ❦

“That’s how my Papa drives.” Violetta stated bluntly as she sipped on a juice box, pointing at the television screen as she watched her uncle crash the pixelated car in his video game.

Copia chuckled.

“Maybe you can do a better job than me? Your turn again?” He asked, holding out the controller.

“I like to watch. It’s fun.”

“Okie dokie.” Copia said, starting a new round of his game.

But this round was a little bit quieter. There was an absence of conversation. Violetta, exhausted from an afternoon of playing and laughter, fought the urge to fall asleep as her eyes started fluttering shut.

“Copi?” she suddenly said.

“Sí?”

“Are you a Papa?” the girl questioned.

“No, cara mia, that’s your father’s job.” he explained, laughed softly.

“Are you a Papa?”

“I’m afraid I do not understand.”

“Are you somebody’s Papa?”

…

Such a simple question that dug up so many not-so-simple feelings.

“Are you asking if I am a father?”

“Yes.”

“Oh. No, I am not.” He clarified, heart sinking a tad.

“Why not?”

How was he to explain to a four year old that he didn’t have what was considered a prerequisite to a child: a partner? That he was never sure if he would fall in love or that even if he did, there would never be anyone in the world who would love him back? That he wanted to be a Papa more than anything, but his life had not led him to that point?

“I already have my rats, I suppose.”

“You should do it.” Violetta suggested, as if it was a simple thing to accomplish.

“Maybe one day.” he replied, smiling softly.

“You’d be a good Papa.” she sleepily uttered.

“Thank you, Violetta. My brother is very lucky to be your Papa.” He replied, sincerely.

And the sleepy young girl gathered all the energy she had into one final statement before dozing off:

“Love you, Uncle Copi.”

“I love you too, Violetta.”

And she was off to sleep.

Copia carefully stood up, trying not to wake the sleeping girl, and walked to the closet to grab a blanket. He picked up something else as well: a small rat plushie he had been saving for her birthday. He figured he would give it to her now, so she could have a Bestie Pestie of her own. After placing the large blanket over her, he tucked the stuffed animal snugly beside her.

Copia sat beside her on the couch, scrolling online to find a new birthday present for her. He settled on a Barbie airplane that would make a divine private jet for Señor Joe and Colette.

Just after he pressed “order”, he heard a knock on the door and its soft squeak as it opened.

“How cute.” You said quietly, entering his room and seeing your daughter sleeping peacefully on the couch.

Terzo, rather than commenting on the sheer adorableness of his baby girl as he normally would, decided to torment his brother.

“Ay ay ay, I trusted you, mio fratello, with my sweet and precious daughter, only for you to allow her to rot her mind in front of a screen.” Terzo said facetiously, gesturing to the paused television, placing his hand on his forehead with an exaggerated sigh.

Copia, although accustomed to his brother’s persistent sarcasm, was petrified at the idea of rotting his niece’s brain. His facial expression was one of terror, and he immediately began spewing out a plethora of apologies until you gently stepped in.

“Don’t worry about it, Copia.” you affirmed him. “He’s just being Terzo.” you continued, playfully slapping your husband lightly on his arm.

“Is that so bad?” Terzo continued, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” You responded, a smile and a soft blush creeping up on your face as your banter went back and forth, words slurring together.

Yeah, clearly it was a fun and not-so-sober night out. Good for you guys. Being a parent couldn’t be easy.

Noticing Copia awkwardly gazing around the room, you decided to spare your brother-in-law from your flirting, something your husband would never do.

“She always loves spending time with you.” you said, walking up to the couch and scooping your daughter into your arms.

“Aw, what’s this?” you asked, looking down at the cute little rat friend Copia had given to her, kneeling down and picking it up.

“Tell her she now has her own Bestie Pestie.”

“Huh?” Terzo said, raising an eyebrow.

“Pesto. The rat’s name is Pesto. Therefore he is my bestie, Pestie. Bestie Pestie.”

You actually had to pass Violetta over to your husband, still holding on to the stuffed rat, because “Bestie Pestie” on top of the alcohol might make you collapse.

“Bestie Pestie?” you wheezed out, trying desperately not to make too much noise, tears welling up in your eyes as you held onto the wall for support.

Terzo chuckled and rolled his eyes at his dorky little brother.

“Thank you for watching her, Copia.” Terzo said, giving his brother a warm smile.

“Of course. I hope you two had fun.” he replied.

You waved goodbye to the Cardinal, still holding onto the stuffed animal. You might have to share custody of this thing with your daughter.

“Tell Bestie Pestie I said hello.” You said, stumbling out the door, laughing.

As Copia said, Terzo was lucky to be a Papa. Beyond lucky.

But he was also lucky to be something else as well. A brother. Copia’s brother.

And even if Copia’s heart broke a little during his conversation with his niece, envious of his brother and the joy that came with being somebody’s Papa, that would mean it was broken by love.

The best thing to be broken by.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i wrote this in one day which is utterly insane for me.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhh i’m so in love with uncle copia, lowkey trying not to cry in public right now, violetta’s story is expanding and new characters are coming!!!

thank you so much for reading!!!

if you have sent me a request, it is coming!!!

<3, alice

#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #ghost #papa emeritus #papa terzo #papa emeritus x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo #dad! terzo #copia #cardinal copia #papa copia

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zomb13queen · 3 months

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Out of all the Papas, which one would be the best father??

Probably Primo tbh. Like let's be honest here, Secondo and Terzo are busy slutting it up [affectionate], and Copia is a man child [also affectionate].

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spoiledberry · 1 year

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Dewdrop, presenting a slide show: Rating the Papas as whether or not they slept with my father: Primo. 10/10, never slept with my father; Secondo.. 9/10. He came close but never slept with my father. —a picture of Terzo appears— YOU FUCKING BITCH

#he actually slept with both of Dew's dads #but who's counting?#shitghosting #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghoul #the band ghost #the nameless ghouls #ghost band #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #terzo #primo #secondo #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul

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sister-kym · 11 months

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Another trans!Terzo x Omega parenthood HC because: I'm on a baby mood today

When Omega first held the baby in his arms, his first instinct was to lick all over him, like ghoul parents do with their newborn kits. Terzo was like "WTF?" when he saw Omega licking their poor son, but later thought it was cute, after all it's his way of showing love.

#terzo #omega ghoul #terzo x omega #terzomega #ghost headcanons #i need a dad terzo tag

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duskspring · 3 months

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🎶Who’s that wonderful girl? Could she be any cuter?🎶

But it’s Terzo singing about Mist

#I know I’m late with this but yeah #Terzo being Mist’s lame dad figure is so important to me #the band ghost #papa emeritus the third #mist ghoulette #headcanon #nameless ghouls #papa iii #ghost bc

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littleghoulghost · 8 months

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When Terzo has his daughter he's a very protective dad. For the first year instead of leaving her with someone when he was busy, he just wore her on his chest. He'd even do mass with her stuck to him. Nihil tried once or twice to get Terzo to leave her behind, it didn't end well. Terzo isn't an aggressive person, but the whole abbey heard him yelling at his father. It only ended because the baby started to cry. After that Nihil was a little scared of his son's temper.

Terzo's ghouls became his daughter's caretakers when he couldn't be around or take her with him. They had a rule of doing check up every hour, even if it was just a text or a picture. Terzo also saves every picture they send him of her. He has an entire album dedicated to her, and it rivals his album of fan pictures even after only a year. And he has a fuck ton of fan pictures.

Basically, Terzo is the best girl dad ever. And he's obsessed with being a good father to his princess. That isn't to say he spoils her to the point of becoming a brat, he teaches her a lot of responsibility and good, respectable ethics.

#littleghoulghost #the band ghost #ghost terzo #terzo emeritus #papa terzo #single dad terzo #terzo as a dad #dad terzo #terzo #papa emeritus lll #papa emeritus iii

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captaingrebelguf · 1 year

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Il Vomito

Another one dedicated to my queen, @copiousloverofcopia ♥

Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's a delight.

NSFW below.

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Alessandra stretched out in bed and felt the soft, silk sheets kiss over her naked body. She exhaled slowly as she turned her head to the left and blinked her eyes at a small streak of bright, white light peaking through the curtains. It seemed eerily quiet in their rooms, unsure of the time, unsure if she was the first one up; hoping deep down the children were still tuckered out from last night’s dinner festivities and that she might have a few moments to herself. She heard the sheet beside her gently rustle as a hand trailed down the side of her arm and curled around her burgeoning bump. Alé smiled as she felt her husband slither against her body and nuzzle his face into her raven-colored hair.

“Buongiorno, mio tesoro,” Terzo purred into her ear as he gently drummed his fingertips on her belly. Alessandra relaxed against him for a minute, debating if there was still time to fall back asleep; before her spouse tried anything or their boisterous Italian children chose to begin the day.

She rolled herself over onto her side to face him and couldn’t help but smirk at his appearance. His dark hair was beyond disheveled and all the remnants of his greasepaint was smeared across his face and his pillows. Terzo gave her a cheeky smile and rested his forehead against hers.

“Hmm,” Alessandra hummed, closing her eyes and breathing in the scent of bonfire still on his skin and hair. Terzo’s hand lifted away from her stomach to gently grasp her hand. He soothingly rubbed his thumb against her soft skin, before encouraging her hand down under the sheets again against his already hard erection. Alessandra didn’t bother opening her eyes, but Terzo could tell she was rolling her eyes behind closed lids. Alé’s brow furrowed and her lips turned into a straight line; she should have feigned sleep.

“I would have figured you’d be out of commission today based on how much you drank last night, pal,” Alé jabbed as his hands snaked along down her back to grab a handful of her ass.

“Mmm, as long as we don’t open the curtains, I should be fine,” he chuckled. Terzo rested his hand on her hip as his index finger gently pulled at the thin sheet covering her body, “I figured it wouldn’t hurt to see if you might be interested in, eh, a round two?”

Alessandra let out a quiet scoff and released her husband’s member; the man never skipped a chance to proposition her. Even after the post-winter solstice dinner hosted by a few of the siblings last night, which led to Terzo and Secondo imbibing in a few drinks too many. Her husband, as doting and attentive as he could be, couldn’t resist the opportunity to flirt with the idea of being a free bachelor without cares or responsibilities once again. He never gave her reason to doubt their relationship, but watching him shit-faced and giggling away, being goaded on by his brother to pour salt into unsuspecting siblings’ drinks never failed to remind her of the arrogant child he could be.

The night ended with Elizabet helping Alé wrangle up her three children (Terzo being the biggest handful), and corralling them back to their bedrooms. The two young Emeritus heirs were tucked away in their beds without much hurrah. Meanwhile Alessandra had to hurry Liz out the front doors before her husband drunkenly lost another article of clothing; Terzo attempting to entice Alé into their own bedroom. Liz was ushered out of the room, throwing two thumbs up to her best friend, after catching a glimpse of the former Papa’s butt before having the doors closed in her face.

Alessandra felt her skin ignite as Terzo's hands pressed into her back to pull her into his body, the annoyance slowly slipping away, as the pregnancy hormones started to wake up. Terzo grinned as he kissed her collarbone and her neck, pecking small kisses leading to her jawline. She let a soft, airy moan escape her lips; encouraging him to continue. He ground his cock against her, whispering soft mutterings in Italian, promising to treat her like the goddess she was. Their lips crushed against one anothers, a small nibble here and there. Terzo gently encouraged Alessandra onto her back as he moved himself between her thighs. His hand massaging her breast, tracing down past the swell of their child growing inside her, to her thigh.

“Scusa per esserti comportato come uno stronzo ieri sera,” Terzo apologized, lowering himself between her legs, his warm breath causing her to throw her head back and arch herself upwards to meet his touch.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. Just touch me, please,” she whined, still rolling her hips. He loved watching this woman move, more so he loved that she was his. He pressed her thigh to his lips, giving her a gentle love bite. Alé let out a disappointed groan as one of her hands shot down and wove her fingers through her husband’s unkempt hair.

The sudden creaking of the old, wood door leading to their bedroom caused them both to freeze. Alessandra covered her chest as she covered herself and her partner with the bunched up duvet; leaving Terzo oxygen-starved under the covers.

“Dante threw up!” Fliomena stated matter-of-factly as she stood in the doorframe, her dark hair almost as messy as her father’s.

“Okay, thank you, my love,” Alessandra smiled, trying to hide how flushed she appeared, as she held the bedsheets pressed against herself. Kicking herself for trusting Terzo with closing up for the night. She wondered if the main entry doors were wide open as well.

“Where is Papa?” Mena continued, swinging on her heels, holding onto the antique door knob, “Can I come cuddle?”

“Why don’t you go keep Dante company instead and I’ll go let your Papa know your brother isn’t feeling well,” she insisted, squeezing her legs around Terzo’s head, as he was beginning to get depreserate to come up for air underneath the plethora of winter blankets they had on the bed.

Mena let out a sigh as she turned to head back to her brother’s bedroom, leaving the bedroom door wide open. Once her daughter was out of sight, Alé released her vice grip on the sheets, finally allowing Terzo to come out from his sweltering hiding spot.

“Your son vomited,” Alé deadpanned, running her fingers through Terzo’s locks as he scooched himself up from his cave, with “the moment” well passed, and rested his cheek against Alessandra’s stomach, looking up at her with his mismatched eyes. Alé gently tugged at his ear,” Papa. You’re on emptied stomach contents patrol. Up.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I heard,” Terzo complained, pushing himself off his wife. He groaned as a gentle thrumming started in his head, the aftermath of allowing himself one or two (or seven sips) from Secondo’s flask making itself known. He sighed deeply and hoisted himself out of bed, he lived through almost his entire stint as a Cardinal this way, today would be no different: hungover and cleaning up puke, but at least it wasn’t his. He wavered a second, his bare feet touching the hardwood floor. Alessandra leaned forward and gave Terzo’s bare asscheek a slap.

“Maybe throw on some shorts before you give everyone a show,” she giggled, flopping back down into the cushioned nest of pillows. Resting her eyes, thrilled to be given a second chance at ten more minutes of sleep.

“Dovrebbero essere così fortunati…”

Translations:

Buongiorno, mio tesoro. -- Good morning, my darling.

Scusa per esserti comportato come uno stronzo ieri sera. -- Sorry for acting like an asshole last night.

Dovrebbero essere così fortunati… -- They should be so lucky...

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