#secondo just letting copia have fun

[sweatandwoe]

Thinking about Copia being found out as Nihil's son as a kid, and someone walking into Cardinal Secondo's office to see a tiny Copia on his shoulders while he works

#im having a lot of fluff thoughts about family AUs #ghost band #secondo just letting copia have fun #pretends hes the scariest man in the world #also makes tiny Copia hold his hand when crossing the street

[ramblingoak]

Peanuts and Cracker Jacks

Secondo x Female Reader

Still lusting over Secondo in the ghaseball uniform so here's a sort of sequel to Sliding Home (which you don't have to read first) and some amazing art by @tasty-ribz. Happy late birthday Ribz! Love you bby 💙

Warnings: baseball talk, smutty fun in a locker room, nsfw 18+ only, mdni, 1600k words, not really beta read forgive me

“Why am I doing this again?”

“I told you,”  You slapped his hands away when he reached up to adjust his ball cap.  “It’s good pr, gets people curious about the chur–”

“You misunderstand.  Why am I doing this again?”  Secondo stood up and turned to look himself over in the mirror.  “Couldn’t Terzo have taken a turn?”

“Well, I tried Terzo.  Had Copia take him out onto the abbey grounds for a game of catch and everything.”  When you were silent for a few moments Secondo turned your way with a raised eyebrow.  “He, uh, broke one of the windows of Primo’s main greenhouse.”

“Ah.  That’s why the old man was screaming the other day.”

“Yes.  So that was a whole…thing.  Imperator told me to send you again and well, here we are.”

You stood up with a flourish, your arms wide and a big smile on your face.  It was clear Secondo wasn’t buying it.  He clicked his tongue at you as he took a few steps closer.

“Imperator chose me, eh?  Not her golden boy?”

“Copia was uh, busy.  You know,”  When Secondo closed the distance between you even further you gulped and started backing up.  “Papa stuff.”

“Si, I do know of this ‘Papa stuff’.”  He grinned when your back hit the wall and you let out a little yelp.  “I think I know why I’m here and mio fratellino isn’t.”

“Terzo would’ve nailed someone in the head with a ball.”

“No, not him.  Copia.”

“Copia was busy, as I said.”

“Wrong.  Copia has been posting pictures of his rats on his private Instagram all morning.”

“Wait, he has a private Instagram?  No one told me thi–”  

Secondo’s finger on your lips shut you up.  You couldn’t help but hold your breath as the man shifted even closer, one arm bracketing you.  Like usual, having him so close overwhelmed your senses.  His demeanor, his words, even his smell was pulling you in like always.  You were absolutely enamored by him.

Especially with him in that uniform.

“I think, cara mia, that you asked Imperator to send me.  Specifically.”

“That doesn’t seem like something I would do.”

Secondo flashed you a grin that had your stomach doing a little somersault.  He leaned in close, his lips just barely flitting across your own before he moved them close to your ear,  “You wanted to see me in this costume again.”

“It’s not a costume, it’s a uniform.”  He snorted, the quick exhalation of breath on your ear making you jump.  “And so what if I did,”  Secondo pulled back far enough for you to see his face, an eyebrow once again raised as he regarded you.  “Want to see you in this again?  Is that so bad?”

“Non c’è male affatto.  It’s bene.  Good.  But,”  His lips were back on your ear, his body now pressing up against you.  Your hands moved to grasp at the uniform top, your grip tightening when his tongue ran along the shell of your ear.  “Next time just ask me, eh?”  

You stumbled a bit when he abruptly backed away, your grip on his top the only thing keeping your wobbly legs from collapsing under you.  There was a brisk knock at the door to the room and a voice called out that Secondo had ten minutes.  He covered your hands with his, the black leather warm and soft like it always was.  You suddenly felt like apologizing and opened your mouth to do so but he seemed to sense it.  He shushed you while bringing your hands to his mouth and pressing kisses to each of your palms before letting them go and walking towards the door.

“Papa, wait!”  He stopped and turned back towards you, his eyes darkening a bit when you began to slink his way.  You reached towards him and straightened his sleeves, smoothing your hands down his chest next until your fingers rested on the buckle of his belt.  “Mi dispiace, Papa.  Shall I make it up to you?”

“If it pleases you.”  His eyes focused on your mouth when you bit your bottom lip, your tongue immediately peeking out to soothe the sting.  “It would certainly please me.”

“Let’s make it interesting.  How about I reward you based on how you do out there?”

“How I do?”

“Yes,”  You ran your hands back up his chest to rest on his broad shoulders.  “Let’s say if you go out there and completely screw up you’ll only get a kiss.”

To demonstrate, and because you really wanted to kiss him, you pressed your lips to his, quickly pulling away when he tried to deepen it.

“Or?”

��Or, you could get the ball close to home plate and earn some kisses down here.”  Secondo groaned when your hand massaged his cock through his pants.  You were quick, not wanting to get him too riled up so he couldn’t even walk out there.  His growl when you let go of him had you smiling and reaching up to kiss the tip of his nose.  “Does that sound fair so far?”

“I suppose.”  When another brisk knock and shout for Papa came at the door again you winked and pulled away.  “What do I get if I throw it across the plate?  A strike, yes?”

“If you manage a strike, Papa, I’ll let you do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

You stared at each other for a handful of seconds, both of you breathing a little heavier.  Secondo was the first to break eye contact, swiftly turning and striding towards the door.  When he yanked it open he looked back your way, a small smirk playing at his lips.  The stadium assistant trying to usher him onto the field was making worried noises but Secondo ignored him.

“Be ready.”

With that he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him.  You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding and sank down to sit on a bench.  The distant roar of the crowd had you smiling and you began to pick some lint off your top.

“Play ball.”

“I don’t fucking believe it.  Oh, oh right there.”

His thumb circled your clit again while two of his fingers curled inside of you, dragging along the spot that had you grinding down into them.  Your clothes were already soaked from the warm water of the shower, sticking to both of you.  Secondo’s cap was on the floor somewhere, along with his belt and your shoes.  You couldn’t bring yourself to care that you didn’t have a change of clothes to leave the stadium in.  All you cared about was that he kept doing that.

“What’s not to believe?”  He pulled back far enough so he could take one of your breasts in hand, thumbing at your nipple through your top.  “Didn’t think I could throw a strike?”

“No, no I did—oh, yes.  Yes, please.”

“Which is it, dolcezza?  No?”  He smiled, tilting his head as he watched you lose your mind.  “Or yes?”

“Yes, you bast–ah!”

Two fingers inside of you became three and he started to pump them in and out of you faster.  Even over the falling water you swore you could hear them move through your wetness.  In truth you had been wet all damn morning, the anticipation of seeing him in the baseball uniform again was too much.  Your head fell back against the wall with a thunk and you watched him through half-lidded eyes.  He looked equally a mess as you, the paint running down his face and disappearing down his neck.  When he caught you looking he grinned and you were glad the wall was there to help hold you up.

“I’ve been practicing.  Knowing you as I do I figured it was only a matter of time before you’d drag me to one of these stupid games again.”

“Baseball isn’t, ah fuck, stupid.”

“Demanding souvenirs and singing that stupid song about pretzels and Cracker Jacks.”

“It’s peanuts and Cracker Jacks you absolute snob–fuck, Papa please.  I can’t—”

“You can.  You can take this, my fingers fucking you.”  He moved in close, the water dripping off his head onto yours, streaking your hair and face in black and white.  “You’ll come on my fingers and then you’ll get on your knees and suck my cock.”  He was grinning when you looked up at him sharply.  “Whatever I wanted, remember?”

“Y-yes.”  

“Bene.  Molto bene.”  He gripped your chin and dragged a thumb across your lips.  “I want to come inside your pretty mouth before I come inside your cunt.”

His words coupled with his fingers knowing exactly what you needed had you coming almost immediately.  The orgasm rippled through your body and you clung to him as his fingers continued to move inside of you, slower and slower.  The water continued to beat down on you both as you took a few moments to collect yourself, eventually looking up to meet his eyes and to see him grinning once more.

“What is it?”

“On your knees, dolcezza.”  

You took a quick breath and then obediently dropped, wincing when your knees touched the tile.  When you glanced down to his belt quickly Secondo nodded and you went to work undoing it and opening his pants.  His thick cock sprang forward, eager for your mouth.  As your lips began to close around him he rested his hands on your head, stopping you from going any further.  Confused, you pulled away, looking back up at him.

“Papa?”

“Just trying to think of the phrase.  Ah,”  He bit at his bottom lip like he was trying to hold in a laugh.  You huffed, narrowing your eyes because you knew what he was going to say and you both loved and hated him for it.  “Play ball.”

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[emeritus-fuckers]

I love this blog so much, has become one of my favourites! How would the papas react to a cheeky butt slap/grab from reader? 🍑

Here you go Kay, you slapped Nihil's ass, now stop crying (I will not give you the context) - Jez

Papas when their s/o smacks/grabs their ass

Primo

You two would have to be a thing for a while before he's comfortable with things like that.

And even then, I think he'd much prefer if you just gave his butt a comforting squeeze instead of smacking it.

He dislikes how obscene the idea of slapping someone's ass is to him.

He's okay with you patting or lightly groping his ass while hugging, though.

So as long as it's something he's comfy with, he'll chuckle and pat your back lovingly.

Secondo

He grabs your wrist before you get the chance and raises a brow at you.

Pulls you into his chest and whispers to your ear to keep things like that for the bedroom like a good little darling.

He knows he would blush if he let you do it and his pride (and reputation) can't allow for that to happen.

He even puts on his stern dom persona for a moment just to make sure his dominance is not threatened.

Touch him all you want in private, though.

If you do smack that ass in private, he barely flinches, gently holds your chin and asks if you want Papa to spank you, since you seem so eager.

He doesn't mind, he just likes seeing you stutter <3

He does prefer if you grab his dick, though.

Terzo

This cheeky motherfucker-

He's gonna moan. Loudly.

And then he'll tease you about what you did. You can't fucking win with this dude, don't even try, love.

You do one thing that can be see as somewhat pervy and this motherfucker makes it his personality for a week, if not longer.

"You can't keep your hands off Papa, can you?" And then he has the audacity to playfully grope you all over but pretend you're the kinky one???

And then he gets upset when you don't do it again.

"You make fun of me for doing that, Terzo."

"Oh please, I would never. I love when you feel me up a bit, it makes your Papa very happy."

It's an endless cycle.

Copia

Considering how many times he smacked a Ghoul's ass, you'd think he'd be used to it. But he is not.

Literally squeals the first time you do that. After a few more times he fully grows to expect it and is even a bit disappointed if you don't smack his booty while you pass him in the Ministry halls.

Honestly I would be disappointed too because he's got cake and personally I would be all over this man and his ass if I had the chance.

He'd get a bit cheeky after a while and randomly smack your butt, too.

It becomes a game of you two sneaking up on each other and smacking asses.

It's absolutely hilarious. His Ghouls keep a score. You're winning.

Old Nihil

Bro almost fucking trips 💀

Turns to fucking dust

He's so fucking shocked he literally can't figure out what happened at first.

And then he sees you, walking away and barely containing your giggles.

Well, obviously, even if he's old, he's the very definition of sex appeal (can't believe I wrote that sentence about a 100+ year old dude) so he can't exactly blame you!

He will assume you meant it sexually and will absolutely expect you to jump his dick later tonight.

There's just a certain kind of beauty to you riding his dick that melts his old simping heart.

Young Nihil

Turns around faster than Sonic could ever run and pulls you into him, holding your chin with a big dumbass grin.

You wanna grope him? Okay, two can play that game, babe.

He's gonna grope you all over, making you laugh because it fucking tickles.

His lips and teeth are all over your neck, too.

Hell, he'd fuck you against the nearest wall if you'd let him.

And you started it. This man cannot be given any somewhat sexual cue or he will actively pursue fucking you.

And you started it! You gotta take responsibility!

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

⭒❃.✮:▹ holiday hoes

“so if you’re keen to listen, here’s an offer i’ll propose. let me work and i’ll provide you with a touch o’ that gold!” —liquid gold, lackadaisy

❝for the christmas spirit I’m going to be doing something… special, this year~

for the following days, i’ll be challenging myself to write an nsfw prompt that’s holiday related, based on the prompt list i gave myself. the masterlist will be posted soon enough, so stay tuned~❞ —kosmo

the list will update as each day passes. all fics are NSFW and must be read with caution!

ALL readers are gender neutral, however some fics may have gendered body language.

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✿ prompts ✿

1. “all dolled up” — phantom x reader, lingerie

- you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

2. “a different kind of warmth” — swiss x reader, cockwarming

- when the icy cold temperatures hits, swiss has his own unique way of warming you up

3. “gingerbread houses” — aurora x reader, food play

- what a fun little activity to do with aurora! surely she won’t have any other ideas in mind… right?

4. “red ribbon” — rain x reader, bondage

- there was leftover ribbon from gift wrapping that you decided to use, and maybe you’re just the best gift for rain

5. “naughty list” — terzo x reader, spanking

- how sad… you ended up on the naughty list, looks like papa terzo will have to ingrain some discipline into you

6. “candle queen” — sodo x reader, wax play

- the scent of the candles just made this year extra cozy, maybe sodo has some tricks up his sleeve for how to make things cozier

7. “frosted windows” — cirrus x reader, mirror sex

- the fogged windows are perfect places to trace pretty little shapes on, cirrus however has a different shape in mind

8. “come watch me play” — vessel x reader, exhibitionism

- vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

9. “unwrap your present” — cumulus x reader, stripping

- you came home from a long day of work, just finally getting that well deserved vacation. cumulus has a pleasant surprise waiting for you

10. “festive little fantasies” — copia x reader, toys

- your gift for copia surely got him excited….

11. “picture perfect” — iv x reader, aphrodisiacs

- ivy was not expecting this little christmas get together to get all.. steamy.. but now he has you all to himself

12. “not so angelic” — omega x reader, corruption kink

- the little angel that came down from heaven to spread the joyous spirit… surely omega won’t try anything

13. “holiday blow” — iii x reader, blowjob

- as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk

14. “stuffed like a present” — mountain x reader, cum bulge

- mountain wants to give you something that’ll leave you completely filled

15. “nice list” — secondo x reader, praise kink

- what a good pet you’ve been… and it looks like secondo has taken notice

16. “blind to the light” — ii x reader, blindfolding

- ii wanted to add more spice to the bedroom for this year, and spoil you prettily for his holiday affairs.

17. “give you more” — zephyr x reader, overstimulation

- you decided to be extra generous to zephyr, and assist him when he’s in dire need of some love and affection

18. “my special gift” — sunshine x reader, thigh riding

- sunshine has a special way of showing off what’s hers.

19. “miss me on holiday season” — aether x reader, sexting

- aether is away for the festive spirits, that doesn’t stop you from missing him though

20. “just this once” — ifrit x reader, hate sex

- stuck in a log cabin with an old enemy, except ifrit’s been feeling extra lonely this christmas

21. “take me to church” — swiss x reader, blasphemy kink

- christmas is all about celebrating the birth of jesus… swiss wants to show you off to him

22. “forever ingrained” — vessel x reader, photography

- a new polaroid camera? vessel is getting a few ideas on what to do with it…

23. “christmas tree” — phantom x reader, public sex

- while searching for the perfect christmas tree, phantom finds himself needing some attention

24. “sharing is caring” — sodo and rain x reader, threesome

- sodo and rain learn to share their special gift

25. “merry christmas” — all era iv ghouls x reader, fuck party

- the ministry is all decorated in festive decor and it truly feels like the holidays are in season! now… what do these ghouls want to do with you?

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[dantesunbreaker]

Hey Ghestie! If you are currently taking requests, may I please have some headcanons for how Copia & Secondo (individual headcanons for them ofc) act as father figures to a Sibling of Sin 🥺 preferably one w/anxiety and is touch starved totally not projecting

Fatherly Papas

Of course Ghestie! Though I took the liberty of doing all the Papas because I also could use some fatherly Primo in my life. Also I'm posting this while on mobile so I am scared to see what it looks like when I get back to my computer 😅

Primo

There are many days spent working in Primo’s garden together. Not only just because Primo needs help with the physical labor in his older years, but because it is a quiet relaxing activity that gives you time to bond with each other

Physical touch is often, ranging from small reassuring pats on the hand to warm heartfelt hugs pulled tight to his chest. Primo wants you to physically feel the promise that he will always be there in your time of need

Sits and listens to you troubles as an active listener, asking questions that get to the root of the issue and then offering what advice and comfort he can if and when needed

Primo knows the signs of when you are getting burnt out or straining yourself too much while working and will bring you tea or treats that help you relax

Is beyond touched and flattered should you ever give him gifts on Father’s day, might even get a bit emotional. Will thank you by pulling you in for a hug followed by a chaste kiss on either the cheek or forehead. There is no toxic masculinity in him, so Primo is very open to giving kisses in non romantic relationships

Secondo

Secondo told you that you were always welcome to come to him in times of need, he never really expected much to come of it

On occasions that Secondo catches you in the halls or in public and notices you displaying signs of anxiety, he is quick to step in and help. Starts with a call of your name as to not spook you before putting a firm yet comforting grip on your shoulder

Even Secondo will admit he is not the best at comforting others, especially with his words. But that does not mean he will not give it his all

Brings you to his office so you have a private place to let go, sitting in silence as you let out whatever has been causing you to struggle

Once you have gotten everything off your chest, Secondo will pull you in for a tight hug, paying no mind to whether or not you are soaking his robes with tears

Will hold you for however long you need, a warm and comforting embrace that makes you feel safe and accepted 

As you are pulling away from the hug, Secondo will look you in the face while telling you how proud he is of you. Tells you that he sees everything you do, how hard you work, and he could never feel anything but pride at that. Success or failure, does not matter, Secondo will also support you and always be proud

Terzo

Absolutely wants to be seen as a sort of  “fun dad”, and always tries going out of his way to keep you smiling even when you really don’t feel like it

Terzo is very open about all sorts of physical affection and never holds back. Will give you as many hugs as you need, will brush your hair if it helps you feel calm, greets you with a kiss on each cheek, anything that you need Terzo would try to give you

Always wants to be caught up on whatever is happening in your life whether it be big or small things. If something important happens that Terzo doesn't know about it kind of crushes him because he will feel like he is failing as a paternal figure

Good active listener when you come to him needed to vent, responds with concern and empathy and always asks if you want advice for the issue or simply to get it out

Whenever Terzo catches you having anxiety attacks or getting over worked, he stops everything to whisk you off to do something more fun and relaxing. Sometimes this means impromptu trips to theme parks

Totally also gives you extravagant outfits for your birthday and Christmas

Copia

Equally touch starved, expect that when Copia provides comfort that it will entail a fair amount of physical affection

When walking together, Copia will place a hand either on your back between your shoulder blades or on your opposite shoulder 

Copia is also not always the best at comforting with his words, but his awkward ramblings and signature Copia noises are comforting enough at times

Makes you promise to come to him if you are ever struggling with anxiety or any other mental strain. Does not matter what time of day, Copia will always set everything aside to be there for you. Whether you just need someone to vent to or if you are seeking advice, he is there to offer what help he can

The times you come to him crying, Copia will hold you tight to his chest and softly reassures that you can get through this and that he is with you every step of the way

Honestly, the type of guy that would also treasure anything you ever make for him. Instead of hanging drawings on the fridge, he will hang them in his office. Also the type that would cry at your plays or dance recitals should you ever have anything of that nature. The ghouls go with Copia to keep him from making too much of a scene

Introduces you to the rats as “their much larger and less hairy sibling”, immediately feels nervous about it and will give you a look that says he is waiting for your response. It will make his day if you are on board with being a big sibling to his rat children

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[earthry]

Papas as Caretakers (Headcanons)

Papas as your caretakers, completely sfw and platonic. They love you so much and would take so good care of you.

tw: sfw, fluff, agere, age regression, comfort.

Primo

Gentle, always patient. It’s healing, having him always willing to listen, always there to help you through big feelings when you’re small.

Sometimes when you’re feeling little and he has work to do, he’ll set out a blanket in the garden and lay out some toys, crayons and coloring books so he can both keep an eye on you and tend to his plants.

During the summer when it’s berry season he loves giving you your own basket and watching you run around picking berries and happily making excited noises.

A bit of a health nut. Expect lots of veggies and fruits. It’s okay though, he cuts them into cute little shapes and makes it fun.

Secondo

He can be firm and a little strict sometimes; he’s all about structure and routine. But he also knows how vulnerable you are when you’re little sometimes, how easy it is to upset you into thinking you’re not being good for him, that you’re disappoint him. So when you’re regressed, he’s so very gentle with you.

At first he’d just put some cartoons on and let you watch until you’re sleepy, but now he’ll sit you in his lap on the playmate and play with you. Sometimes he feels awkward but it makes you happy and that’s what counts for him. 

Loves to spoil you, buys you all the toys and snacks you want because he doesn’t know restraint. If he has the money to spend and it makes you happy— then of course he’s gonna whip out his credit card any time you make those little puppy dog eyes at him.

Terzo

He's very attentive and always checking on how you are in your headspace. Works very hard on making sure your environment and time spent regressed is positive. Of course he knows that's not always the case, but he does his best to at least find ways to help or comfort you. Whether it be cuddling you to sleep, getting you snackies, or piling you with stuffies.

Best caretaker to play pretend-- he'll play any role you want and always makes it so much fun. Very dramatic.

Makes bath time fun-- lots of bath toys and washable bath tub fingerpaint. He'll sit with you in his large tub with you in his lap and help you wash your hair and get clean.

Makes meal time fun too. If you like airplanes, will airplane feed food to you even if you think it's too silly or embarrassing. As long as it makes you happy, he doesn't care. He puts happy faces with whipped cream and syrup on pancakes, has the cutest tupperware of your favorite cartoon characters.

Will tell you that you're special and perfect and that he loves taking care of you every chance he gets.

Copia

Stuffed animals galore. You have so many! A lot of them are gifts from Copia. He calls them your personal army of cuddle buddies and gives them funny little voices sometimes. 

Enjoys cartoons just as much as you too. Lots of snuggle time while watching cartoons and happily sipping on juice together-- him from a juice box and yours from a sippy cup or a bottle (whichever you prefer). 

Always very silly and loves to make you giggle and squeal with laughter whether it be tickling you, making silly shows with your stuffies, or telling you stories.

Sometimes has trouble being strict. He's so, so susceptible to your puppy dog eyes. You're just too cute for him!

Melts when you tell him he's the best papa or daddy in the whole wide world.

Will always reassure you if you need reassurance about regressing or if you're worried that you're too much trouble for him. You are not too much trouble for him, you are the perfect amount of trouble for him.

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[portaltothevoid]

you're losing me part xiii

ao3 link

warnings: so much angst, tears, smut; fingering, hand job, thigh riding, quickie, little bit of a spit kink, p in v, rough sex, squirting, semi-public sex, (kind of accidental?) voyeurism, cum eating, weed use! smoking with papa!

word count: 11.3k (longest chapter yet!)

Hidden amongst the halls of the Ministry was a place where you would go for solitude. Not many people had reason to pass by here since the rooms in this wing of the top floor were mostly unoccupied. Centered in the hallway, overlooking the bustling grounds below, sat one of the many giant picture windows with a ledge just big enough for you to comfortably sit. You’d been curled up here for a while now, avoiding people. 

You’d managed to evade Copia over the past couple days. He was busy with not-so-secret meetings to prepare him to be the substitute Papa while you had been busy bonding with Phantom and the other Ghouls. They gave you comfort you didn’t even know you needed and felt like you had the family you always wanted. It was only a matter of time before your worries and stresses came back knocking, demanding your attention.

Today was his last show. You couldn’t stop thinking about him as much as you tried not to. Your thoughts clung to him like a magnet on a fridge. 

Your head had been resting on your knees, but as your mind circled the drain again and again, you leaned your head back with a groan. Even if you could do something, your hands were tied. You let your leg opposite the window slip down to touch the floor as you anxiously started to move it. Resting your temple on the cold glass, you tried to focus on the scene below you. Siblings and Ghouls alike were out for afternoon strolls, on their way into town for a night of fun, helping Primo tend his greenhouses… You chewed on your lip as you felt like a princess stuck in her tower. 

Lost in your pity party, you blocked out any and all sounds, missing the sound of footsteps that had become more and more familiar to you. It wasn’t until you felt a warm arm wrap around your calf and a head nuzzle into you near the bend at your knee, did you pull yourself from the inner workings of your mind to see Phantom curling up to you. 

“You’re so sad, Tater Tot,” he pouted. You really couldn’t stand the formality of being referred to as Your Eminence, so you asked the Ghouls to come up with something. You’d been munching on tater tots (for the second time that day) and after saying something sassy, Swiss responded with “Yeah, sure, whatever you say, Tater Tot!” After squeals from Cumulus and Sunshine, you’d been bestowed a Ghoulish nickname of your very own. 

No matter how deeply you sighed, it did nothing to relieve the crushing sorrow that had been currently placed on your chest. You longed to feel excited for what was to come, but the only thing you really allowed yourself to acknowledge was the dread of the unknown, of living a life you didn’t want, but need to for the “greater good.” You haven’t even ascended and already you were sick of it. 

“There are ways to keep things in these halls a secret if both parties are willing. There’s nothing that says you can’t have it all. You just have to be very clever and cunning about it.” And then of course, Secondo’s words kept echoing in your mind.

“I’m sorry, lovebug,” you sighed as you dropped your arm to rub his back. “Is it… is it really affecting you?”

You felt his shoulder rise and drop before he shook his head. “It’s a bit distracting, but only because I don’t know how to help.”

“There’s nothing you can really do… I don’t even think there’s anything I can do.”

“Do you… wanna talk about it? I was told about the prophecy before I was summoned for you, but it’s all… it gets confusing to keep up with everything.” You could tell by the way his eyes crinkled behind his silver mask that he was looking at you shyly. 

“The more I try to not think about Terzo, the more I do. I wish I could still hate him. That would make things so much easier,” you lamented as your head fell back against the cold marble behind you. “I just… I get this sick feeling in my gut when I think about what they’re doing. I think… I think this is why Terzo tried to bring about the prophecy the way he did, behind everyone’s backs? The more I think about everything in retrospect, the more I see power wasn’t what he necessarily wanted, but he did want to keep it away from those that don’t deserve it. He thought I would be able to… I don’t know, rise up quicker than I did to stop that? I just see what’s happening now… With how Sister Imperator is controlling everything, to how Copia’s changing slowly but surely… They say I have freewill, but I don’t think I do.”

Phantom nodded. “The greatest sacrifices are always greatly rewarded.”

You blinked, shocked by this sudden sage advice. “Wh-what?”

He chuckled. “Didn’t expect me to be so wise, huh? That’s a message from Lady Lilith. I was told I would give it to you when the time was right. You have power and you have intuition. You’ll know what to do. The only people you need to trust are Lucifer, Lilith, and yourself.”

“You have a wise Ghoul,” a voice sounded from across the hall, making both you and Phantom jump. As your heads whipped across to see the owner of the voice, you saw a very dapper man in a white suit with flowling silver hair and glowing red eyes. He was smirking at you. His shoulders moved in such a way that you knew he was silently laughing to himself, having scared you. 

Phantom scrambled to kneel in front of the man, bowing his head. “Oh, please, we needn’t be so formal right now,” he smiled as he waved away the Ghouls actions. “You’ve been questioning your freewill a lot, haven’t you, my child?”

Your mouth hung open slightly as you turned your body to fully face the man and that was when the realization hit you like a well-aimed kickball in gym class. “Lord Lucifer,” you breathed.

He nodded as he pushed himself off the wall. “I planned on visiting you a bit later, but even the most vital members of my flock need unprompted guidance sometimes,” he spoke smoothly as he sauntered towards you.

“I’m so afraid of making the wrong choice. I want to put the flock first, and myself last, but I don’t want to lose… everything in the process.” Your words spilled out in a panicked rush.

He paused to look at you thoughtfully. “Everything? Care to be more specific?” 

“I mean like…” Your shame, or maybe even your guilt, made you avert your eyes, looking at the floor and away from the Ministry’s patron deity that stood before you. Sucking in a shallow breath, “I don’t want to lose myself,” you revealed meekly. 

Now standing in front of you, he put his hand on your heart. The heat that radiated from it, you swore it would burst into flames at any moment. When you pulled your gaze from the floor and brought it up to his blazing irises, he was nodding. “Yes, you are being guided to make a certain choice. There are many reasons for that. Reasons you will not know for some time and reasons I cannot tell you right now. But trust. Confido fidei (trust faith). No one knows what is to come after the choice is made, not yet. There are much bigger things planned. Continue on the path you’re on. Don’t fear it. You are why we will be able to achieve more during this lifetime than ever before. Let them think they hold the power. Let them believe they have control. Soon you will see, my dear child. And you will laugh in their faces when they realize how they underestimated you. Both of you.” He leaned forward to gently kiss the top of your head.

Your eyes fluttered shut and when you opened them, you weren’t sitting on a windowsill at the abbey. You were on a couch. Phantom was still at your feet. Faint music could be heard surrounding you. In your shocked daze, you finally were able to listen closely enough to make out what you were hearing: Mummy Dust. That was the song being played.

Lucifer had transported you to the show. Terzo’s final show. 

You were quite literally pulled out of your stupor when Phantom excitedly tugged at your arm, dragging you out into a hallway. “Phantom, wait! What if someone sees us!?”

He kept walking as he turned to look back at you. “You named me Phantom for a reason. No one’s gonna see us! Come on, I wanna see Papa!”

Generally, the Ghouls bestowed upon the highest members of the clergy were almost always quintessence ones. Their abilities of teleportation and invisibility were used for safety. So, naturally of course, with you being on a fated course to be Lilith’s mortal representative of sorts, that was the element of your Ghoul. 

As the two of you meandered through the halls to get onto the floor to watch the show from front of house, you couldn’t help but ponder over why Lucifer put you here, why He wanted you to be here. Just when you thought you figured out your fate, more facets appeared. Clearly, there was more to the ascension than anyone had begun to realize.

When you both finally found a spot to watch the remainder of the show, Phantom bent down and patted his shoulders. With a chuckle and a shake of your head, you climbed on, gaining an unobstructed view over the crowd in front of you just as another song started. The second the first chorus began, it was like Terzo had zeroed in on you. 

The world is on fire.

His gaze, in particular his piercing white eye, which stood out amidst the man-made fog that clung to the stage, seemed to be looking right through you. Well, technically speaking he was since you were supposed to be invisible. Your body was supposed to be invisible. Not your essence, your presence. Even while focused on performing, perhaps it was merely subconsciously, he could feel you were there. Undoubtedly, there was a deep connection between the two of you, and neither had even begun to scratch the surface of it. Yet. 

And you are here to stay and burn with me.

 He outstretched his hand like he was reaching for you, just you. Absent-mindedly, you did the same. Two moths drawn to the same flame. An unspeakable nexus between you and him. 

He tore his eyes away from yours to continue with the performance of one of your favorite songs. You thanked and praised Lucifer for bringing you here. Being able to experience this, one last time… A gift you didn’t even know you desperately needed. Even during most of the encore song, you were able to enjoy yourself. But reality slapped you like a brick to the face once you remembered why you were here.

“Come on, sing it a little bit louder!” Terzo encouraged the crowd.

Your whole body tensed. He had no idea, even still. The crowd barely even reacted, but you saw them. Two burly men from a stage right door walked out, grabbing Terzo by the arms off the amp he was standing on. “Che cazzo! Ma che cazzo fate (What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing)?!” he shouted before the mic fell to the stage.

You could feel the panic rising from the Ghouls on stage. Aether tried to run after Terzo. When you noted more movement from the same side of the stage where the two goons came out of. This time, there were three. Two similarly dressed guard-looking types and a frail old man in white Papal regalia. Fury began to burn inside you. One of the men was carting an oxygen tank. 

Nihil. Papa fucking Nihil. Of course, Sister would have sent him here for this. You had seen enough.

After rapidly tapping on Phantom, he put you down. “We have to get to Terzo. Now,” you commanded. Before you could even take a step, you felt Phantom’s hand wrap around yours and the next thing you knew you were in the same room as before.

He won’t be able to see us until I know it’s safe. Phantom informed you telepathically while Terzo was pacing around the room. Omega was here too. He looked in your direction, but didn’t react when Terzo shouted, “Ho bisogno di risposte, Omega (I need answers)!”

You sighed angrily as you broke free from Phantom’s grasp. “Terzo,” you started to say as you rushed towards him. You stopped when he yelped like a scared puppy, since to him, you appeared out of thin air.

“Che cazzo, amore! What– Why are you– How did you–?” he stuttered, tripping over his words. 

“Um… Lucifer brought, or well, put us here,” you said hesitantly and almost bashfully.

“Lu— Lucifer?!” he stuttered again, still in shock as his adrenaline was on overdrive. “You saw Lucifer?”

“Yeah, but we have to talk about that later.” You stepped towards him, your hands outstretched to take hold of his arms. He stepped forward, meeting you in the middle. Gravitating towards the other like magnets, you held each other's arms just above the other’s elbow. “They’re officially revoking your title as Papa. That’s why you were pulled off stage. It’s… I don’t know what’s going on beyond that, but Terzo, they’re up to something. It’s not good, whatever it is. They did it this way because it’s for whatever’s next for the Ghost Proje–”

“You knew…” he breathed, his lips barely even moving. As if he touched hot iron, he took his hands away from you and stepped back a couple paces. “You knew and you didn’t… tell me?” he said, slightly more audible, but not any less hurt.

“Yeah, and it’s real shitty to be left in the dark, isn’t it? Look, we don’t have time for this! We need to get out of here!”

“And how do you think we do that, hm? I’m sure they’ll let us both walk right out the front fucking door!” he snapped.

You rolled your eyes. “There are two quintessence Ghouls here? We need to get back to the Ministry,” you said forcefully as you walked over to grab Phantom’s hand and dragged him over with you as you grabbed Omega’s.

“But Imperator forbade us from using unsanctioned teleportation…” Omega warned.

Your head whipped towards the towering Ghoul. Your eyes turned blacker than his outfit. “Aw, ‘but Imperator forbade us,’” you droned, mocking Omega, before shouting, “I don’t give a fuck what Imperator allows. Who allowed you the ability to talk? Me. Now grab Terzo and get us back to the fucking Minstry!” 

Omega nodded in panic. Both he and Phantom lunged at Terzo, wrapping their hands around his forearms. “Che–” he started to say, but before he got the next word out, they were already standing outside of the main entrance to the Ministry.

“ –Cazz-UGH!” Terzo finished his sentence by turning and throwing up into a nearby bush. 

You nodded. “Ah, is that why we’re outside and not inside?”

Omega shrugged and nodded. “He’s mostly human still and they don’t take very well… to… sudden teleportation.” 

This being your third time teleporting in the past hour and, well, ever… you were unaffected by it. The reality of your life made your stomach flip from Omega’s wording. Just because this had been your everyday life as of late, didn’t mean you had begun to process any of it. You shook your head and let out a breath hoping to expel some rising nerves along with it as you walked over to Terzo, rubbing his back. 

He shrugged you off as he stood up and stormed inside. 

“Hey!” you called after him, trotting to catch up to his fast pace fueled by anger. When you finally caught up to him, you grabbed his arm and spun him around to face you. Never in all the time that you’ve known him, had you seen such a fury shine through his eyes. “Hey,” you repeated, much softer this time. “I’m on your side.” Your grip loosened and you dragged your hand down his arm til your hand enclosed around his. “I’m on your side,” you repeated, staring into his eyes, and hoping the look on your face conveyed the conviction and sincerity you spoke with.

His body relaxed slightly as his hand tightened confidently around yours before his expression morphed into one of determination. “Then let’s go confront the bitch.”

Together you walked the halls of the Ministry to Sister Imperator’s office, hand in hand, feeling like a more solidified unit than you had in quite some time. You were about to round the last corner that led to the corridor which housed the senior most clergy members' offices, when you gently tugged at his hand, bringing your small group to a halt. You looked at Terzo with worry and sorrow etched into your face.

“We can’t…” You looked down at your joined hands, reluctantly pulling yours back to your side. “We can’t go in there like this.”

“I know,” he agreed quietly.

“I have to pretend– They have to think I’m theirs. Fuck, there’s so much I have to tell you.” Your shoulders sagged as a breath was pushed from your lungs by the weight of everything left unsaid.

“I know, amoruccio. I know.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck, fingers wrapped around towards the back, allowing him to angle your head down. With a half step forward, he leaned his forehead against yours. You held onto his wrist, rubbing your thumb across the back of his still gloved hand. After a few moments, he let go of you. One of his telltale smirks brightened his face. “You really do. You haven’t even introduced me to your Ghoul yet.”

Phantom did a little hop so he was in Terzo’s line of sight and waved to him. You happily rolled your eyes at the Ghoul’s antics. The other two couldn’t help but stifle their laughter. 

A calm settled over the four of you. The brief calm turned to sobered reality when the realization of what brought all of you to this moment settled on you like a weighted blanket. “Follow my lead?” you asked Terzo when a sudden plan popped into your head.

“Sempre (always),” he said with a nod, which you returned. 

After a deep breath, you shouted, “Goddammit, Terzo!” as you resumed the warpath to Sister Imperator's office. Turning the corner you continued, “This has nothing to do with me! It wasn’t my place to tell you!”

“So, you admit it, you did know! You knew the whole fucking time!” he shouted back, quickly figuring out the scenario you were acting out. 

“Aw, see? Being the last to know about something that’s happening to you really fucking hurts, doesn’t it? Gotta love karma!”

“Don’t even go there. This is completely different and you know it. You could have at least given me a heads up!” 

“I don’t owe you shit,” you retorted as you stood with your hand on the door knob. “And you know what? I’m sick of you taking your shit out on me. You wanna yell and whine and cry to someone?” You threw the door open. “Fucking have at it!” you concluded, holding the door open and he stormed in.

Sister Imperator’s eyes were round, nearly growing in size as she registered that it was actually Terzo who was bearing the brunt of your aggression and accompanying you as you burst through the door. Copia was in her office, too. Oh, how convenient. He didn’t even try to hide the smug look on his face, especially when you walked over to him and leaned on the arm of the chair he was sitting in. He flashed you a quick smile, a pleasantry which you didn’t return, playing it off due to being too annoyed from the situation at hand. 

“Well? Is anyone going to fucking say anything or just sit around and fucking gawk at me?” Terzo huffed, throwing his arms up in the air.

“The show only ended less than an hour ago. How is it that you are already here?” Sister Imperator raised an eyebrow and directed her authoritative gaze at you. “And what were you doing with them?”

“Ghouls, obviously, Sister,” Terzo said condescendingly to the older woman as he rolled his eyes.

Your palms went up in an act of defensive surrender. “Hey, don’t drag me into this. Phantom and I were coming back from a walk outside and poof!” You imitated a sudden burst with your hands. “They just appeared right in front of me.” 

“Unsanctioned teleportation is forbidden,” Sister chastised. 

Terzo let out a noise that was somewhere between a scoff and a squeak. “For fuck’s sake, with her here,” he waved his whole arm in your direction, “all your rules for the Ghouls are null and void. And I think my Papacy being publicly revoked without any indication whatsoever warrants an emergency teleportation to get some fucking answers!”

With a heavy sigh, she curled her lips in, shaking her head while looking to the ground as if in a silent prayer for strength. “She will not and currently does not have the proper authority to override rules that I set in place until her ascension is complete.”

“Uh, okay, and Ghouls can use their words now because of me, but sure, yeah. What authority do I have?” You rolled your eyes now. “Omega, I think you did a fine job taking care of the human you are bound to in his time of distress.”

“Thank you, Your Eminence,” Omega acknowledged aloud with a nod, which earned them an ice-cold glare from Sister Imperator. 

“Well, would you look at that…” you mumbled indignantly, while shooting Imperator a look that said ‘told you so.’ 

Copia even let out a short burst of laughter at your defiance, especially when Terzo shot you a look, which he took to be one of frustration for being ignored. You, on the other hand, knew it was more of a warning. You had to tread lightly.

“Enough.” Sister Imperator briefly pinched the bridge of her nose as she collected her thoughts and quieted her frustration, before she turned her attention to Terzo. “Your album cycle is over now. Therefore, publicly, we need a fresh and younger face to represent our Ministry. We need to redirect the path you were leading us down.”

“A path that led us to our first appearance on American television and a Grammy, but yes, what a sordid path that was. Let’s change course!” Terzo interjected snarkily.

“Somewhere along the way you lost the seriousness of our teachings. Quite frankly, you were too goofy. For me, the kazoo was the last straw along with your blasé attitude.”

“Don’t insult my kazoo finesse! It is more difficult than it looks.” You had to suppress a giggle that wanted to escape, so you bit down hard on your lip. Memories of Terzo and his kazoo flooded your mind, but now wasn’t the time to reminisce. So, you shook your head, trying to dispel them. Luckily the simple action just made you look as tired as Sister Imperator was of Terzo’s antics and flare for the dramatics. 

After another heavy sigh, Sister continued, “With the ascension looming, it is the perfect time for the transition. Copia will become our new Fidei Defensor (Defender of the Faith) of sorts.”

You let out another scoff. “So what does that make me? Anne Boelyn?” You dropped your voice to grumble agitatedly to yourself, “Maybe this is a fucking monarchy…”

Copia reached over to pat your leg. “No, cara mia. I’ll always choose to work through our issues, not behead you.” He quietly laughed at his own joke, but really it was more of a subtle jab, which he made a point to direct his smirk at Terzo, whose similar dichromatic eyes blazed with fury.

Sister Imperator cleared her throat. “Copia is not officially recognized as being a part of the bloodline, and with Papa Nihil still being alive, he will appoint Copia who will take over leading the Ministry for the time being, seeing as how he is our current most senior clergy member. I already have preparations being made to inform the audience of the Ghost project of the news.”

“Thank you, Sister,” Copia said with a nod and held out his fist for a fist bump, but when he just stared at his hand, he just knocked twice on the desk with his knuckle. 

“So that’s it. I’m thrown away like yesterday’s newspaper and replaced with… him?”

“Terzo, you will always be our Third Papa. We could not have gotten where we are today without your…” she paused for a moment, clearing her throat, “without you. We still hold you in the highest regard and with the utmost respect,” she smiled warmly at the now-former Papa, but still, the smile seemed forced. She was acting like the head of HR letting a star employee go due to budget cuts: formal and fake. 

“Now, we need to focus on the upcoming rituals,” she continued with her commanding, all-business tone in an effort to steer the subject away from the Papacy before Terzo had even more of a meltdown. “Tomorrow evening, each of you will pledge yourselves to your patron deities. Our star of the show will be pledging herself to Lilith, of course. As for you two,” her eyes darted between Terzo and Copia, almost hesitantly testing the waters as if putting the two of them together in the same sentence would set off some kind of chain reaction, “your deity will present themselves to you. They will offer you all guidance for the final ritual. The following day, you will meet with our High Priestess to receive a tarot reading for clarity on the next phase of your journeys. This isn’t a requirement for the ascension, but any and all wisdom should be welcomed. Through tomorrow’s ritual, our soon to be Papessa Electus Prima will provide us with insight for the ascension itself. We have knowledge of the basics, but more intricate details have to be divinely provided so as to preserve its sacredness. Now that we are all on the same page, please get the hell out of my office.”

“Okie dokie, thank you. Thank you again, Sister,” Copia said as he slapped his thighs and rose from his seat. He bowed slightly at Imperator who smiled, a warm twinkle in her eye. Quickly that faded when she watched Terzo storm out of the office. You were too busy being concerned about Terzo to even register that Sister Imperator had said what your title will be once the ascension has been completed.

Omega, tell him I’ll find him later tonight. I won’t let him go through this alone. You thought to Terzo’s Ghoul just before he stepped out into the hallway. 

You got it, Tater Tot.

Phantom shifted awkwardly, ringing his hands together. Before you could offer him any comfort, you were distracted by Copia’s hand on the small of your back as you stood. Together you walked out of the room. Copia closed the door behind you, but not before turning back and offering a small wave to Sister Imperator. As the three of you started to walk, Copia asked, “Will you be joining me for dinner tonight, or will your company be the Ghouls?”

You couldn’t have planned your alibi better if you tried. “I was going to join the Ghouls for one more night. You know, just to get more acquainted with them.”

“The past few days haven't been enough?” he laughed nervously, but somewhere underneath that you could hear his annoyance. 

“I wasn’t supposed to say anything…” Phantom spoke up, “but we have something planned for Her Eminence tonight. Uh, since the Ghost Ghouls will be back, and I haven’t met them yet, um, I would feel a lot better if Tater Tot, um, I mean Her Eminence! I’d feel better if she was there with me.”

“Tater Tot?” Copia’s eyebrow shot up in surprise. “Hm, cute nickname. It suits you.” That nickname was only for your Ghouls to use. It sounded wrong falling from his lips. You caught yourself before you started to ball your fists, so you played it off by waving your hand up to his chest. 

“I won’t stay there the whole night, but I don’t know how late I’ll be…” you tried to reassure Copia. You came to a stop as you reached the part of the Ministry where the clergy’s quarters were to the left and the Ghoul den was to the right. Slinking your arms around his waist, you gently started to sway as you put on your cutest smile. “In the morning, I’m all yours.”

Letting out a breath through his nose, he placed his hands on your shoulders, gently rubbing them. He leaned down so his forehead was touching yours, causing you to still as you looked into his eyes. “Lucky for you, sono molto paziente (I’m very patient).”

Pushing up on your tiptoes, you kissed him. His hands slid up to gently hold your face between them, allowing him to deepen the kiss. After a few moments, he pulled away. “Are you sure I can’t convince you?” he whispered.

Phantom stepped closed, crouching down between you both so the attention would be diverted to him. “It is a really good surprise. We’d be so sad if we had to wait!”

You shrugged, looking at Phantom and then back to Copia. “Come on, look at those puppy dog eyes. How can I say no?” Both of you chuckled softly. You moved one of your hands up to his face to trace along one of his sideburns. “Duty calls…”

“Sì, sì. I know. I just miss you,” he sighed before he gingerly kissed your forehead, stepping out of the embrace. One corner of his mouth turned upwards into a sly smile, “Tomorrow morning though, you’re mine.”

“All yours…” you said, or technically lied, as you held onto his hand. You needed him to believe that truth. Turning your Ghoul, “Phantom, go ahead without me. I won’t be long. Help them get the surprise set up,” you winked at him. I have to play along, tide him over. Your quick thinking was perfect. You added in your thoughts. 

“Okay, don’t take too long… Sodo might come looking for you. You know how impatient he is,” Phantom laughed as he turned to silently glide away towards the Den. 

Copia eyed you suspiciously as you turned back to him with a grin so mischievous it rivaled that of a succubus. There was an alcove tucked away nearby. With his hand still in yours you pulled him towards it. “Amore, what are you—?”

“Shhh,” you shushed, putting a finger to his lips, pausing briefly before you slowly dragged it down and then traced his bottom lip. “I know I haven’t been around lately and we don’t have much time now, but maybe I can still make it up to you…” Slowly you trailed your hands down the front of his cassock, until you forcefully grabbed the fabric of his pellegrina. Hastily, you guided him towards you as you spun around, backing yourself into the alcove and up against a wall. 

To steady himself, he put one hand against the wall beside your head. The other was tightly holding your hip. Roughly, you pulled him towards you until your bodies were flushed against each other. Your lips crashed into each other’s. The kiss was sloppy and crazed, near manic. He tried to slot his thigh between your legs, but the long fabric of his cassock got in the way. He broke away from you, muttering “Goddammit,” as he started to undo some of the buttons. You bent down to undo the lowest ones, working your way up until you met his hands that trembled from anticipation. Flinging the red fabric behind him, you hooked your fingers in his belt loops to bring him closer to you once again. 

He wasted no time sliding your habit up to your hips as your barely concealed core met his leg. Your quiet moan was muffled by your mouth moving against his as you began to grind on his thigh. You never stopped your movements as he breathed out, “What if someone sees us?” 

“Then let them see,” you smirked. His eyes searched yours as you saw the carnal, practically animalistic lust finally cloud his eyes. Unceremoniously, your lips crashed against his. You kissed up the side of his face, before dragging your tongue under his sideburn. When your mouth neared his ear, you nipped at his lobe. “Take what you want from me,” you growled. 

He pushed you harder into the wall as he used his leg to widen your stance. His left hand took hold of your shoulder, while his right dropped between your legs. With the gusset of your now dampened underwear out of the way, he dragged his leather-covered fingers up and down your folds as his thumb drew circles on your clit. 

Tucking your lips around your teeth, you hummed, leaning your head back against the wall. Involuntarily, your hips jutted against his hand, desperately trying to increase the friction. 

Suddenly, his movements stopped. You opened your eyes and before you could even whimper, “Eyes. On. Me.” he commanded. 

Wrapping your hand around his forearm attached to your shoulder, your eyes locked on his. “Brava ragazza,” he murmured, plunging two fingers inside you. Your nails dug into him as he began to slowly pump his fingers in and out of you. You leaned forward to unbutton and unzip pants, freeing his cock that was screaming for attention. Bringing your hand up to his face, you held out your palm in front of his mouth, which he lewdly licked. When you then cupped your hand under his chin, he spat in it. He hissed as you began to stroke his cock, matching the pace of his curling fingers. If it weren’t for the gloves, you could have seen his knuckles turn white against your shoulder. 

When the obscene sounds emanating from your cunt were loud enough for a passerby to easily hear, he abruptly took his fingers out of you. You let go of him as he took himself in his own hand to drag his length up and down your folds before he rubbed the weeping tip against your clit. “Fuck,” you groaned, as you rutted your hips along him, clawing at the back of his neck. 

Just when your nails had dug into his flesh almost to the point of drawing blood, he lined himself up and pushed himself inside you until there was no space between his hips and yours. With ease, his length filled you, stretching out your walls almost painfully slow. It took all you had for your legs not to buckle underneath you. Especially when he swiftly increased the pace of his thrusts and drilled into you relentlessly. You could feel your juices start to drip around his cock. That was when you brought your hands to his shoulders, pressing down as you hoisted yourself up to wrap your legs around his waist. 

With a grunt, he pushed you further into the wall as you enclosed your arms around his neck. The slight change in angle was everything you needed. Copia moaned into the crook of your neck, before biting your collar bone with a guttural growl. You shut your eyes, feeling the coil so close to snapping. “Diavolessa mia,” he groaned.

My she-devil. She-devil.

Truthfully, you couldn’t decipher if that turned you on or enraged you, but you felt something inside you snap, or rather, come alive. Whatever Infernal gift that lived inside you, now overrode your emotions. It heightened the disdain, the irritation, the hatred you felt for the man who thought this was a depraved act of love. No, for you, this was now just a means to an end. You were using him and the fact he believed the opposite spurred you on with a sadistic glee. Love had no place here with you, only a primal kind of lust. 

When you opened your eyes, you knew they were darker than the shadows that shrouded you. Copia couldn’t focus on anything else besides you, but in that moment, you managed to hear soft foot falls, the slight clacking of dress shoes, growing louder as they grew closer. From the ferocity of Copia pounding into you, you could care less about quieting the pants and moans that spilled from your lips. Your volume only increased, partly from the added arousal of being seen and partly to distract Copia from the fact someone would see. You watched as the person came into your line of vision and walked by, looking down at the ground, albeit with a smirk on his face. Slowly his head turned up to give you some sort of kudos for the defiant act of sin you were partaking in. 

You were so lost in the haze of an impending orgasm and not able to quickly recognize who exactly just entered your line of sight, who was within earshot. Purposefully, your moans got a bit louder still. 

But he would have recognized those sounds anywhere.

The accidental voyeur’s head snapped up, his mismatched eyes met your demonic ones. That look was all it took to send you hurtling over the edge. Instantly, your walls clenched around Copia. The coil didn’t just snap, it shattered. He pulled out of you just in time for your release as your whole body shook, but your eyes never wavered from the man in front of you. With an otherworldly growl, you could feel your juices drain out of you, sounding like someone dropped a glass of water onto the marble floor. 

Terzo’s mouth hung at the hinges as he looked to the floor, then back up at you. As he stared into your obsidian eyes, his white eye burned. You could feel it too, like an electric shock. You knew your aftershocks were because of him, because it was Terzo’s gaze that was boring into yours. Any emotion you had been feeling towards Copia was adamantly replaced with this deep feeling of longing for the man in front of you that you couldn’t… that you weren’t supposed to have. Slowly, Terzo pulled himself out of his trance. His face devoid of his Papal paints gave way for the anger and hurt he felt to shine through like a beacon in the night. Having seen more than enough, he retreated.

You barely noticed how Copia had pushed himself inside you again to chase his own release. It was only when he whispered, “I’m close. Cazzo, I’m gonna–” gruffly in your ear, did you pull yourself out of your own trance you had found yourself in. Your eyes returned to normal as you dropped your unsteady legs to the floor and lowered to your knees. 

Gazing up at Copia, looming over you as he now stroked himself at a relentless pace, you waited, open mouthed and tongue out. Just the way you knew he wanted you. Mere seconds after he placed the tip of his cock on your tongue, he leaned forward bracing himself again with one hand on the wall. You closed your eyes as you felt the warmth of his cum hit your face and tongue. For the moment, you allowed yourself to imagine it was someone else standing before you. The fantasy was short-lived when you heard nothing but your heaving breaths. 

Dutifully, you took him in your mouth, sucking off any of his spend that remained. Swallowing as you stood, his eyes shone with admiration for you. Had it not been for the previous distraction, you would have been proud of yourself, but all you could feel was guilt ripping apart your chest. 

No sooner had you removed the back of your hand from your mouth, it was replaced with a hard kiss as Copia held your arms in a vice grip. Any remaining cum on your face, he licked off of you. Again, he rested his forehead atop yours as you both came down from two very different highs. “Grazie,” he said through a breathy chuckle.

“Told you, I wanted to make it up to you,” you remarked with a half smile. 

“You sure you won’t be, eh, too worn out for your little Ghoul party?”

“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry.” You weren’t sure who you were reassuring: him or yourself.

Gently, he kissed your forehead, then backed up to tuck himself back in his pants and straighten out his cassock. “‘Til tomorrow morning then, topolina mia.” He started to leave and just as he was about to exit the alcove, he turned just enough for you to see his profile. The way the light hit him made his smirk seem almost sinister. “I understand why you were so enamored with him. We’ll have to do this again sometime, hm? Oh, and, ehm, have fun with your Ghouls… Tater Tot.” You noted the subtle shake of his shoulders as he laughed while he left to return to his quarters.

You froze in place at his words. The hem of your habit barely moved past your hips. Darkness swirled in your eyes like the oncoming of a hurricane’s eye wall after the eye had passed. All you wanted to do was run after him and grab him by the back of his neck and watch his blood stain the white marble underneath you. Your eyes scrunched shut so tightly you could feel the surrounding muscles working overtime. As you focused on breathing in and out slowly, Terzo’s dejected expression flashed through your mind. You had to find him. Seeing you like that… That was the last thing he needed to see today. 

After smoothing out your habit and fixing your hair, you started off in the direction you had seen him go. Luckily it was in the same direction as the Ghoul’s Den. 

You knew you needed to give him some time and desperately wanted to remove any trace of what just happened, so no sooner had you walked through the threshold of the den, did Cumulus and Sunshine rush right to your side. Aside from the look on your face and your disheveled state, you’re sure they could smell part of what you had just done. 

They ushered you to a nearby bathroom that was en suite to one of their rooms. “Oh, honey, what happened? Your emotions don’t match…” Sunshine wondered.

Everything started to pour out of you as the Ghoulettes assisted you getting yourself cleaned up. How you’ve come to despise Copia because of the prophecy and Imperator’s games, how your worry about Terzo somehow called in Lucifer who brought you to him, which brought you to Imperator’s office, which led you to try to satiate Copia with an alcove quickie. Something that was in fact an idea you did actually borrow from your time with Terzo, so Copia’s comment, you knew, was premeditated, only fueling your rage even more. The only reason you even came up with that plan was to get him off your trail, so you could go and see Terzo, but he just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Now the image of his pained and despondent expression was burned into your memory. 

“He was here, you know, Papa Terzo,” Cumulus said almost hesitantly. Sunshine nudged her in the ribs, but she waved the other Ghoul off. “He was giving something to Omega. I think it was… It doesn’t matter what it was. He loves you, Tater Tot.”

“I know,” you spoke with a hushed tone, but even that didn’t keep your voice from breaking. “It’s like no matter what we do, we’re destined to hurt each other.”  

Sunshine handed her a pair of black pants that were part of their uniform and a matching black button down shirt. The pants fit perfectly, but the shirt was oversized, so you tied it at your waist. You tossed your hair up into a messy bun, allowing your bangs and stray curls to frame your face perfectly. 

The Ghoulettes nodded at you in approval. “He won’t hate you for what he saw.”

“I don’t think he could hate you if he tried or if Omega’s life depended on it,” Cumulus said, her eyes sparkling. 

You let out a quick breath of a laugh, nodding in agreement. Sunshine put her hand on your shoulder. “Go to him,” she encouraged.

You remembered how he headed back the same direction he had come. It didn’t take long for you to realize that that way, while also leading to the Ghoul’s Den, also led to a side door, which led to a path that went through Primo’s garden. While the path wrapped around the perimeter of the Ministry grounds, not too far off on the outskirts of them was a lone sycamore tree just before the river that was hidden by the neighboring forest. 

For whatever reason, despite its majestic beauty, Siblings never frequented this spot. Rarely anyone sought refuge under its branches. Except Terzo. This was his spot. His place for respite from the troubles which plagued him because of his place in the Ministry. It wasn’t long before it became your spot too. In fact, one of the first times he requested your company, alone, he took you there. Whenever you both ended up at that tree, he was always honest. He was vulnerable. 

If he was anywhere within the Ministry, that was where you knew you would find him.

The gravel crunched under your shoes as you crossed your arms over your chest in an effort to shield yourself from the crisp, autumn air as the setting sun fell with the temperature. Ahead of you, you could just make out a figure sitting under the sycamore tree. A cloud of smoke drifted away, carried by the wind in front of him. There was a moment you almost smiled. Memories of happier times danced into your mind, but they were quickly squashed by the worry of what you would even say when you did reach him. 

Guilt clawed its way into the forefront of your thoughts. You shouldn’t feel guilty for what he saw. Not after what he did to you. Not after you discussed with him the choice you knew you had to make. And yet, there it settled on your conscience like a cinder block. No matter whether you were together or not, it seemed like all you did was hurt each other, sometimes intentionally, sometimes inadvertently. You hated it. All you wanted was for this ordeal to be over. Even if that meant your happiness would be confined to the shadows.

The scent of weed wafted towards you as your footfalls became audible to the man who sat holding a lit joint between his fingers. You didn’t say anything as you sat down next to him, staring ahead at the expanse of nature before you. Wordlessly, he held it out to you, which you took, silently thanking Satan for the mental relief that was moments away. After a couple hits, you went to pass it back, but he just shook his head. It was three quarters of the way gone already, so you took it upon yourself to finish it. Once you snuffed it out, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossing your arms over them for something to rest your chin on.

There were a few beats of silence. Enough time for your lids to feel heavy and your thoughts to quiet slightly. You tried your best to be present in the moment as you listened to the rustling of the dying leaves above you, felt the coolness of the grass underneath you, watched the shadows of the tree dance on the ground in front of you. 

“Did you feel something when you realized it was me…?” Terzo asked you, being the first one to break the silence, his voice cautious and barely above a whisper.

“It was like… this jolt of electricity.”

“Hmm. I felt it too. In my eye. The white one. Wonder what it means…”

“Maybe it was because we have this strong connection, I don’t know,” you guessed with a shrug, but then the obviousness of your statement dawned on you both. 

Slowly your heads turned toward each other. The two of you erupted into laughter, the most either had laughed in days. Laughing so hard you couldn’t breathe, you pressed against him as you leaned to the side. He pushed back into you. You shifted enough so his leg was against your back as you looked up at him, giggles slowly subsiding. The way he looked down at you, a wistful smile on his face, his eyes shining with an amusement you’d almost forgotten as of late, the way his hair fell away from his face… You’d be lying if you claimed it didn’t make your heart skip a beat. 

He closed his eyes, shaking his head, his hair swishing back and forth. “I think you’re onto something, amata mia,” he chuckled. 

“You know, I just have this hunch…” you giggled again. 

He took one of your hands and laced his fingers through yours, staring off in the distance in front of you as he absentmindedly caressed your thumb with his. He let out a heavy sigh, serving as a reminder for the circumstance of the clandestine meeting. 

“I’m sorry you had to… that you saw that…” you mumbled, avoiding his gaze as yours locked on your intertwined hands. 

“Why are you sorry? That’s the least I deserve. It’s karma. It’s karma for something I can never atone for.”

“It’s in the past. It fucking sucked but…” Your eyes closed as you tried to expel your melancholia. “I just wish we could stop hurting each other.”

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore, amore.” You looked up at him again to see how he clenched his jaw as he swallowed. “Tell me how your summoning ritual went,” he murmured.

You couldn’t hide the smile that spread across your face. “I went into the trance and there he was. Started out like a black mist and then slowly got more human-shaped. He said Lilith had sent him. He asked me if I wanted to bond with him and the next thing I know I’m, like, jolted back into my body. And then there he was! I ran right over to him and told Secondo to get him a robe, because he shouldn’t be exposed like that while adjusting to mortality.” While recounting the events to Terzo, you were staring up into the tree, but slowly dragged your eyes to him when you heard a giggle. “What’s so funny? How’s that funny? How would you feel if you were zapped out of your Hell home and thrown into… whatever this is!” You glared at him with half-opened eyes as you lazily, yet emphatically waved your hand around.

“It’s just a very ‘you’ thing to do,” he laughed, shaking his head slightly. “We’ve always given a newly summoned Ghoul their space, approach them slowly and with caution. No one’s ever just ran right up to them.”

“Yeah, because most of the clergy treat them as just ‘The Help’ and forget their human side,” you grumbled.

“I don’t treat my Ghouls like that!” Terzo glaring at you defensively.

“I said ‘most of the clergy.’ Not all. Chill, Stoney Tenerone (big softie),” you reassured with a smirk. He just rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now I know why everyone seemed kind of shocked. So, then we did the blood bond. I spoke to him my way, so I guess that’s also why everyone was shocked. We just kind of went and did the thing… silently. And then I grabbed him and we went to the Ghoul Den and got him his outfits. I got to meet more of the Ghouls and I basically spent all my time with them. Which was perfect because I did not want to deal with Copia.” You wrinkled your nose in disgust.

Terzo scoffed. “Trouble in paradise?”

“1.) Fuck you. 2.) It’s far from paradise. And 3.) He pissed me off.” Terzo raised an eyebrow, wordlessly encouraging you to elaborate. “Well, first he casually dropped the bomb that he knew what was happening to you at the final show after we… made up…” You cleared your throat. “He’s starting to get… possessive. Like– like the power is already going to his head…” Your thoughts drifted for just a moment. Quickly you continued before Terzo got a chance to ask you to explain. “Anyway, the next morning, apparently Imperator told him I needed to make an appearance at breakfast. So, of course, that was the last thing I wanted to do. All I wanted to do was sleep. But noooo. Right as I was about to enter, I kind of clammed up and didn’t want to go in. And you know what he fucking said to me?”

“Something stupid?”

“He compared me walking in there and having everyone’s eyes on me because of whatever they think is going on with me as if it were just like the times when I went in there with my head held high when everyone was whispering about what you were doing behind my back.”

“And you didn’t try to kill him for saying that?”

“Not that time. I just showed him who has more power and that it’s not him. I went and sat in your seat at the clergy table.” You beamed at him triumphantly.

He let out a laugh. “I’m sure Imperator loved that.”

“She told me to move and I just flashed her my eyes and was like ‘I think I’ll stay right here,’” You reenacted, showing him how easily you could switch back and forth from your infernal gaze. “Then he tried to order one of my Ghouls to get him breakfast and I shut that down so fast. He tried to make it seem like I was putting on a show because of what was happening to you, but I basically just said how for once people are gossiping about me and what I’m doing and not whose bed I’m in. That shut him up. Then Secondo saved me by helping me with the ritual prep.”

“So when was the time you wanted to kill Copia?”

“Earlier tonight. He’s getting more… I don’t know. I just don’t fucking trust him. First, he called me la sua diavolessa. Then when I… When we were done… He fucking smirked and was like ‘Oh I see why you were so enamoured with him. Let’s do this again. Go have fun with the Ghouls,” and then used the nickname that they call me! As if it was his to use! It’s fucking not. And the way he fucking knew I got the alcove move from you. Like. He’s just trying to upset me at this point.” You let out your frustration with a heavy exhale through your nose. Suddenly as your train of thought veered slightly from the path it was on, your face softened as you looked up at him. “Hey, do you remember when you asked me if I loved him?”

His brows knitted together, unsure of where you were going with this. He only cautiously nodded in response. 

“I don’t think I ever did. I thought I did, but… He was just giving me what I needed to fill a void. I needed comfort and somehow he was just always… there.” He brushed hair away from your eyes. It was impossible for him to hide the smirk on his face. “Don’t even say it,” you warned with a light tone.

“Say what? That I was right and you would choose me in the end? No, I’d never say something like that,” he teased. “Wait, you saw Lucifer.”

“Speaking of the end of all this… yeah. He mentioned that and how we need to let this play out, let them underestimate the both of us.”

“The both of us?” he reiterated.

“Phantom said the only ones I need to trust are Lilith and Lucifer. It’s us against them, I guess. I sure as shit will never trust Sister Imperator or Copia for that matter…”

“I never did either. Why do you think I didn’t tell anyone about how I… about what I was–”

“I knew it!” you squealed as you bolted upright and turned to face him. “I finally realized that today. Just before I saw Lucifer. I’m sorry I didn’t–”

“No,” he interrupted sternly. “You have nothing to be sorry for. It doesn’t matter if you understand now or not. I should have trusted that you would understand. I should have told you. I never should have–” He stopped himself from continuing. His intake of breath was shaky at best. “There’s a reason she calls herself Imperator,” he snarled. 

“She wants all the control. She… she knows more than she lets on.” Just then, as cliche as it was, a lightbulb went off in your head. “Hey, how did you even think to start looking into the prophecy?”

“Porca puttana!” he growled. “When we first started being intimate, I noticed the mark on your back. I looked up the mark of Lilith, but there was nothing about a prophecy. Until… Our summer holiday. You were in the pool. Sister stood next to me and said something about your birthmark. I responded by saying it was almost as if you had her mark. Within days after getting back, somehow there were texts on my desk that led me to the prophecy. She knew. That bitch fucking knew.”

“She knew you’d get obsessed with it, didn’t she?”

Terzo nodded. “She knew the whole fucking time! Cazzo, and here I was thinking keeping it from everyone was the safe way to do it.”

“How much do you think she knows? How much does Copia know? Fuck. Fuck! Are we still in the dark? Do they know more than us?!” Your voice started to rise with your panic.

Terzo rotated at his torso, putting both hands on your shoulders to turn you towards him. “Listen to me. Lucifer showed himself to you–”

“Yeah and he showed himself to Copia, too. That doesn’t make me–” You cut off Terzo, but he did the same to you.

“Yes, it does. You are special, amata. They chose you.”

Your brows furrowed, realization flashing across your face. With a distant voice, you spoke as if you were trying to convince yourself that these words were true, “He… Lucifer said that it’s because of me they’ll be able to achieve so much…” 

“See?” he said in a hushed tone, moving his hands up to cradle your face. His thumbs brushed soothingly along your cheeks. You couldn’t help but let your eyes close as you leaned into his touch. Resting his forehead on yours he continued, “Believe in yourself, like He does, like I do, like I always have.”

Worry pulled at your eyes as you gently pushed him back enough to look at him. “This kind of shit doesn’t come without a price, even I know that. I just have such a horrible feeling this isn’t going to end well. No matter what we do. I don’t think…” your voice cracked, rendering you unable to speak the words that danced on your lips.

“Nothing is going to keep me from you. Niente.” You nodded in agreement as he pushed himself back, turning so his back was against the tree. He widened his legs, “Vieni (come here),” he beckoned. 

You maneuvered yourself around, scooting up so that your back was flush against his chest. He wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his chin on your shoulder. Crossing your arms over his, you intertwined your fingers together.

Out of nowhere, your upper body started to shake from the way you were laughing. After teasingly kissing your neck, he drawled, “What’s so funny, amata?”

You moved your head to the side, craning your neck away from him. “Secondo told me how there are ways to keep this a secret. We just have to both be willing and, uh, I think he said we have to just be clever and cunning about it too.” 

“Hmm, davvero (really)?” he murmured, pulling you even closer as he constricted his arms around you while nuzzling into your neck. 

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed in agreement as he started to leave a trail of kisses up the side of your neck. You sighed, turning your head as you leaned back as when he neared your jaw. Bringing your hand up to his face as his lips met yours. When his tongue brushed against your bottom lip, your hand slid behind his head as you let him in. You could feel the vibrations in his chest from his quiet moan against your back after you tethered your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck and started to pull.

Swiftly, you broke away from the kiss and turned yourself so you were facing him, knees on either side of his hips, straddling him. You grabbed his face, holding him gently in your hands as you leaned down to kiss him with a higher intensity than before. His hands fisted the linen fabric of your shirt at your waist. It didn’t take long for you to start grinding your hips down and against his, but he let go of your shirt to push back your hips. 

It wasn’t until he broke away from the kiss did you fully realize he was stopping you. You eyed him curiously. “What’s… wrong?” you spoke slowly, trying to find your words between the high you still felt and the daze from the kiss. 

“Amore,” he looked up at you, his eyes pleading, “we can’t–”

“No, we shouldn’t.” You leaned back in and started to kiss his neck.  “Can’t and shouldn’t… are two… different things,” you muttered in between continuous kisses.

His hands moved up your arms to your shoulders where he gently pushed you back again. Your hands slid down to his chest. His eyes were watered down with sadness. He shook his head.

You pushed back to get a better look at him. Your lips parted in disbelief and disappointment. “Why?” you asked, cocking your head to the side. “Is it because of the tree?”

“Wh-what? No? Wait, what kind of spell do you think I cast over this tree?”

“People can’t, ya know, do stuff under it?”

He sighed, shaking his head at you. He wanted his demeanor to remain serious, but he couldn’t help but crack a small smile at you. “No, amore. Wait, how high are you? We’ve ‘done stuff’ here on more than one occasion. It’s not that you can’t lie with another under this tree, but that you can’t lie to another. Very simple misunderstanding I never bothered to correct to ensure Siblings avoided this area… ” he chortled. 

“How the hell could I forget?” you giggled as you dropped your head into your palm. “Hey, wait!” you exclaimed, snapping your head up to glare at him. “So, now you don’t want me? What the fuck, Terzo! Who knows if we’ll get this chance again before the ascension or what’s even going to happen after it!?”

“If we go through with this, I’m not… I don’t know if I’ll be able to hide it, to hide from you.”

“Or you just don’t want to be kept a secret. Terzo, you’re gonna have to figure it out if we’re gonna make this work.”

He blinked at you. “Che..?” When it sunk in what you were saying, he moved to get out from under you. You followed suit as he stood up. “No. No! Don’t tell me you’ve had a change of heart.”

“I could– I will never love Copia the way that I love you. Fuck, I can’t even lie to you here! I already told you I never loved Copia, that it was never like that! It was never like what we have!”

“I can’t. I can’t risk losing you.”

“You won’t. I’m willing– I want to make this work. Even if we have to hide it. You’re the one I want, Terzo.”

“I’m the one you want,” he scoffed. “Yeah, you want me, but you won’t fucking choose me!”

“You know why I can’t. I told you already! My hands are tied! I have to see this through the way They want– the way Lucifer wants.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Lucifer wants!” he yelled, throwing his arms up in the air as he moved past you. You were quicker though, grabbing his arm and pulling him back to face you.

“This is bigger than us. Bigger than our relationship,” you said, your jaw clenched as you tried to fight the raging fire that was threatening to consume you from the inside out. “Terzo, I love you. It’s always been you.”

“But you’re his now,” he muttered. He kept his voice low in an attempt to keep it from cracking, but you could hear the tremble that he couldn’t hide.

“He’s the only one that thinks that.” You let go of his arm only to take his hand in yours. “Terzo, please,” you begged.

He moved his arm in a circular motion, breaking free from your hold and took a step away from you. “Don’t. Don’t do this to me,” he warned. His voice cracked as he couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. 

You stepped towards him, your hand outstretched. He shook his head, hair falling to cover his eyes. A tear cascaded down his cheek. “Don’t,” he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper, before he stormed back towards the Ministry. 

Your face dropped as you watched him flee. You couldn’t call out to him; you didn’t know what to say. Any possible word, even his name, died in your throat. Tears now pricked your own eyes. Backing up, you shook your head, and kept going until your back hit the sycamore behind you. Slowly you slid down along the rough bark. Without taking your eyes off his retreating form, he soon blurred from the tears that began to fall in rapid succession. Pulling your knees up to your chest, you broke down. 

Suddenly you felt warmth beside you. You looked up to see Phantom putting his arms around you, pulling you close to him. Turning to bury your face in his shirt, you sobbed.

There was no comfort in knowing you would laugh in the face of those who think they hold the power, in knowing that somehow eventually you would be standing beside the one you loved. It didn’t matter that Lucifer himself was the one that told you this information. All of that was in the future, a future so unclear and shrouded in a fog so thick, it might as well be nonexistent. Right now, all you were left with was the overwhelming feeling of your heart breaking, over and over again.

part xii | part xiv

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hi hi! I was wondering if you could do headcanons of the papas with a s/o who is kinda immature and fun?

HI HELLO ANON SORRY FOR NOT GETTING THIS DONE SOONER!! I have been busy and unwell (thanks chronic illness you BITCH) but here it is! I hope you enjoy <3

𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐨

Your immaturity provides a nice contrast and dichotomy with Primo's maturity

He thinks you've got a killer sense of humour and it's one of the things about you he thinks makes you so fun to be around

You tell dick jokes? Yes please yes please

He admires how open you are to new experiences

Primo is not a young man anymore. Even with immortality he feels how old he is, yet you make him feel so young

He sees how outgoing and personable you are at parties and Ministry functions and his heart melts all over again

You know what he loves the most about you though? The thing that makes him want to let out a content sigh and gaze at you with lovesick eyes?

The pranks you play on his brothers. Hearing Secondo yelling in frustration while you both run away giggling allows him to see how purely joyous you are and he falls in love even more than before if that's possible

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Listen, Secondo may be the bitter and grumpy one out of his brothers

But that doesn't mean he doesn't like having a partner who's fun and contrasts with him

He greatly appreciates your immaturity and sense of humour

Honestly, he encourages all the innuendos and double entendres

Watching you do your thing at parties and events, working the crowd with your charisma and fun personality is one of the most beautiful sights he's ever seen

He values your openness to different experiences as it allows you both to go out and explore while spending quality time together rather than him being cooped up in his office all day every day

You're always supportive of him and his endeavours, which he also values as someone who never really got to explore the things he wanted to growing up as NIhil's son and being raised as a back-up for Primo

When you surprise him with gifts or little trinkets at random times? He fucking loves that and sometimes he'll find himself getting excited at the possibility of you randomly dropping in during his work day to gift him something or even just to tease and distract him when he's getting stressed

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

You and Terzo together? The walls of the abbey tremble (with laughter)

You bring out the fun and immature side of Terzo and it allows him to explore the things he wished he could when he was battling for Nihil's attention and approval as Papa

The two of you are like a comedy duo with all the rude jokes and innuendos you bounce off one another

Terzo will purposely point at the genitals on a classic nude painting or sculpture just to make you laugh

He networks a lot as the most outgoing of the Emeritus brothers, so having you with him and seeing you in your element of entertaining others is something he cherishes and doesn't take for granted

Treasures every moment with you because he knows how short life is and he's not going to take any of it for granted again

The two of you have a dartboard with various activities on it so that if one of you want to do something new you'll throw a dart and see where it lands and that will be your date/couple's activity

Honestly everyone sees how happy you are together and how much fun you both have and you become the couple goals of the entire Ministry

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

He's like a lovesick puppy aaaaaaaa

He's not someone who would go out to do new things with you, but he likes the idea of doing fun things together indoors

Copia will be like a puddle on the ground if you play with the rats and converse with them like they're your best buddies

He's honestly relieved that you're such an open-minded and supportive person because he didn't have that growing up

Takes you to all the Ministry events and functions because you have such a way with effortlessly entertaining guests

Literally beams with pride and puffs his chest up

When you play scrabble together it ends becoming a competition to see who can make the most rude words on the board

Also a man who encourages innuendo and double entendre. He slips them into his sermons whenever he knows you're going to be in the front row to see how long you last before you burst out laughing

#primo #papa emeritus i #secondo #papa emeritus ii #terzo #papa emeritus iii #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #primo x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #secondo x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #the band ghost #headcanons #headcanon requests

[honimello]

all papas general headcanons

basically just headcanons i have about their past, childhood, and personalities! and some other stuff like physical description and personal experiences.

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a/n: these honestly probably might not fit the canon like at all or what some of you might head canon but that’s okay cus i’m just letting my brainrot fester at this point. i left their relationships open ended so there would be imagination room for like an x reader thing lol. also i picked their birth dates based on vibes alone and i know very little about the zodiac signs i just thought it would be fun lol

warnings: angst, vaguely implied abuse, poor childhoods, character death, mentions of sex and sexual orientations, (nihil fucking sucks and sister imperator kinda does too), (also all papas are alive), vague mention of eating issues, mentions of wanting children, mentions of marriage, one nsfw bullet point for each so 18+ MDNI!! also not proofread

primo: 68, born september 14th, 1955 virgo

5’10, around 140ish pounds, blonde with shaved hair, but used to have long hair that he would braid and came down to below his lower back. speaking of his back, he has a hard time standing up straight now so he appears shorter than he is.

his mother was a random woman from a bar, nihil only found out about her pregnancy until she was 7 months pregnant. sister imperator was rightfully very angry finding out about this, but she had her suspicions of his promiscuity. she often took out her anger on primo, especially when he became papa and she gave him more work than he probably should’ve been doing. although, she did slightly lessen up on him around the time when he had taken in copia.

he’s actually quite sad he never really got to meet his mother, but he didn’t have much time to think about it once his brothers started coming along. he stepped up more often than not in taking care of them, he was more of a father (and a mother honestly) than nihil would ever be. and sister never really had any interest in interacting with him or his brothers, except for copia.

speaking of copia, primo found out about him when copia was around 11-12 and he took him in quite fast. it only took one look at that little boy for primo to know it was his brother. when he was younger he used to get a little jealous that sister imperator was so invested in copia’s wellbeing and upbringing given that she had never been a mother to him or his other brothers but primo eventually just found himself feeling grateful copia had a mother, even if she wasn’t a very good one.

when primo became papa he got rid of the prime mover position, seeing how it destroyed sister and nihils marriage as well as his brothers childhoods made him incredibly angry. he also didn’t care for the connotation that women are made to have children and carry on the bloodline only. he’s a romantic (and a feminist), and that notion always made him nauseous.

secondo visits primo the most out of all his brothers, copia often visits too but doesn’t have much time. terzo only really visits when he is having some sort of emotional or personal dilemma that he cant figure out on his own. primo doesn’t mind, he’s willing to help his brothers and see them whenever he can. though in his old age he does get quite lonely and wishes they could make more time for him, but he doesn’t hold it against them.

primo finds himself wanting children now that he’s older, even if he might not be able to bare his own anymore he often entertains the idea of adopting one of the orphans at the ministry. he wishes he had someone by his side as well, and while his random sexual encounters with few siblings are enjoyable, he longs for a more steady companionship.

it’s harder for him to get erections now but still enjoys having sex, even if he doesn’t always come. is very good at oral and fingering and definitely loves to spoil his partner. will probably cry happy tears if someone sucked him off even if he couldn’t get hard all the way, he still enjoys it. can still fuck hard but will probably be very sore afterwards. pls give the old guy a nice warm bath after and maybe a kiss on his wittle head.

secondo: 57, born august 18th, 1966 leo

6’2, around 180ish pounds, brunette but has shaved his head since he was 20, huge resting bitchface even when he was a baby, muscular but has put on some pudge since becoming papa.

his mother was the first prime mover in around 100 years, she was a sibling of sin who nihil had a passing attraction towards and decided to torture sister imperator by naming her prime mover. she died giving birth to secondo. secondo blames himself, and tends to despise himself because of this.

in his teenage years he often spent sleepless nights crying for her, how much he wished he could’ve met her or at least seen her as there were no pictures of her. he wondered if she would love him, be proud of him, or fight to be his mother like terzo’s mother did. or if she would leave and never come back like primo’s. now, in his older age he has come to reconcile with the fact that he will never know. but even though he never got to know her, he still misses her dearly.

after secondo loses his papacy, he throws himself into ministry work. he works long hours, well into the night and spilling over into the weekends. he’s an archivist and restoration expert, working on artifacts important to the church. he feels like this is the only way he will not go insane. he loves terzo but he does not believe him to be ready or fit to be papa when it comes terzo’s time. and he is partially right, as terzo definitely lets the power go to his head but over time he becomes more in control. secondo finds himself feeling sorry for his little brother when terzo loses his papacy, it was wrong of sister imperator to take it away from him like that and secondo hates to see what losing the limelight has done to his brother.

secondo is known around the ministry for his intimidating visage and aura, as well as his wrath. but what people don’t pay attention to, is just how often he bites his words. he has worked very hard to keep his anger at bay, even going to therapy to find more healthy ways to cope with his trauma and rage. in fact, he does his best to be polite and kind to everyone in the ministry. but his kind is different than others kind, he comes off as cold and calculating. his emotional range is very limited and he finds himself struggling to open up to anyone. the only person he’s ever opened up to was primo, and even then it isn’t really opening up if his brother can just read him like a book. secondo often doesn’t have to say much for primo to understand what he’s going through. primo helps him through it regardless, as he’s always done since secondo was a baby.

secondo isn’t sure if he would want kids of his own, but he does love children very much and is very good with them. he often volunteers to run events for the orphans at the ministry.

he would like to fall in love but thinks he is much too old and not nearly attractive enough to find a long term partner. has flings here and there with some siblings of sin but they aren’t very serious. he isn’t sure if he’s really quite ready to give up the party life yet no matter how much his aching bones say otherwise.

does frequent bars and clubs to feel like he’s still a part of the scene after losing papacy, but it doesn’t quite feel the same and most nights he leaves drunk, angry and alone. the few nights when he finds company are not as fulfilling as he hopes they would be, and it isn’t the other persons fault it’s his. he feels so melancholy now it’s hard to focus on simple pleasures like sex, especially when he hardly has the time with how hard he works. he often lays away most nights wishing he could’ve done better as papa, even though he knows people love him and respect him he still feels like he never quite did enough. he feels like he isn’t enough.

loves sex, and can get quite rough but is very, very good at aftercare. definitely not picky about sexual partners but tends to prefer people who are shy cus he enjoys bringing them out of their shells and getting them to snap at him. secretly wants to be fucked and dominated.

terzo: 54, born june 12th, 1969 gemini

5’3, around 120ish pounds, black hair like nihil and wishes he looked more like his mother who was a redhead, definitely spot treats grey hairs, hates the idea of getting old and is very insecure about having wrinkles, is quite small but still a little chubby, though he lost lots of weight since losing papacy. might be bigender or genderfluid but is afraid to really think about it too hard.

his mother was also a prime mover, but she fought to be in his life even as sister imperator tried to push her out. she was a very loving mother who did everything she could to teach him to be a good man, to be nothing like his father who she had come to despise. she taught him many things, she taught him how to dance, to draw and to cook. he loved her very, very much and it tore him up when she passed. he was 14 years old, and that’s when he decided to put up a façade. he did not want to be vulnerable anymore, he didn’t want to have to be sad or scared at least not where anyone could see him.

primo often held him in his bed when he would cry about losing his mother, he had nightmares for years. he vowed to himself to not let himself ever be so vulnerable in front of any one again. to this day thinking about her kills him little by little, though he is much better at expressing his feelings.

his flirtatious and playful persona is something he really relies on in his older age, he thinks it’s all he’s really good for anymore. a show and a good lay. and when he loses his papacy he absolutely crumbles. the persona completely falls away and he hides himself in his quarters most days. he loses weight and wallows, he becomes enraged by fate but he finds he could never really be mad at copia for taking over, it’s not his fault anyways.

in his teenage years he was quite promiscuous and took on many lovers, and while he still has casual flings with some siblings of sin, he never lets partners overlap anymore. he’s a gentle soul at heart and he learned that very fast, he can’t stand seeing someone upset, even if he’s only attracted to them in a more primal way it would kill him to see someone upset because of him.

i believe he is very loyal and if he were to get into a relationship with someone, even if they didn’t state that they were exclusive, he would still ere on the side of caution and not have sex with anyone else. i think if he were in love he would be hopelessly devoted, he’s more sensitive than he tends to let on and cheating is not something he would let himself do. maybe when he was young, he might’ve slipped up somehow, but not now. he’s much too intelligent and much too mature, he’s grown and he knows how to control himself now.

and while he does have quite a lot of sex, i think the sheer abundance of partners has been greatly exaggerated through false rumors and gossip. people tend to lie about having slept with him just for the five seconds of fame it brings them, and that often causes problems with people thinking he has cheated on many people.

is terrified of marriage but longs for it desperately, he wants to feel like someone wants him for him and not because he is/was papa. he’s not sure if he wants kids, he’s horribly afraid of being a bad father.

is horrified of being like nihil in any way, and nearly throws up when someone mentions that he has the most resemblance to nihil out of all his brothers.

is a huge giver sexually, could literally come from just watching someone else come. loves to overstimulate and go above and beyond. doesn’t really require someone to reciprocate and take care of him as well but it is deeply appreciated as he can also be quite the pillow princess.

copia: 52, born october 15th, 1971 libra

5’8, around 130ish pounds, light brunette hair that is going grey at the sides, is very petite but with a softness to him especially around his belly, hips, and thighs, he has light freckles all over his body,

he was an accident, sister imperator never meant to get pregnant but she had planned to tell nihil about the baby until she had caught him with yet another sibling of sin. she decided it would be better for copia to grow up as an orphan in the church, and to be raised by her secretly. copia didn’t even find out she was his mother til primo had found him and taken him in at age 11. sister often pushes copia to work harder, her hopes for him to become papa one day slowly begin to become his hopes as well. and it’s hard for him to say if he really wants the papacy or if he just wants her to be proud of him.

he grew up very lonely and outcast, the other orphans in the ministry thought him strange and unappealing. he had been told from a young age that he was ugly and weird. now that he’s older, he’s since found out that he’s autistic, but he knows that’s not the entire reason they didn’t like him. he thinks maybe he really is just strange and ugly. and as a young boy, when he’d found a rat scavenging for food outside of the ministry, he thought to himself he’d finally found a friend who was like him. unloveable and unwanted. misunderstood.

growing up he never understood the importance put on sex and romance, it isn’t until he’s older that he realizes that he’s demisexual and demiromantic, but it doesn’t really phase him. he never really cared about those things, he doesn’t care that he’s old now and hasn’t had sex, it’s not something he would want unless he really loved someone and had a deeper connection to than just passing lust. although, at night he often dreams of meeting someone he could have a connection with, and those nights are the only ones he really partakes in lust alone in his bed. dreaming of something that could be, but in his mind, is more likely to be just a dream.

when he becomes papa he is terrified, not only of the immense pressure on him to be the best he can be and do good for the church but also of losing himself. yes, he loves the new attention this is giving him and yes, he loves feeling important now. but something just doesn’t sit right in his stomach. again, he’s not sure if he really wanted to be papa anyway or if he just wanted to complete a goal that was thrust upon him at a young age. he tries not to let his papacy change him, and for the most part all it really changes is it brings him out of his shell a little more. he begins talking to more siblings and higher clergy members, but like always, he ends up lonely. they’re never quite interested in copia and more interested in papa, and he doesn’t understand because to him they are one in the same.

his stage presence is very different to his real presence, he likes to let out his “wild side”, as he calls it, when he’s on stage. he feels more comfortable, more free to be sexual and flirty, as well as quite commanding, when he is in front of the crowd. mostly because he knows they like him, that they’re there to see him. it gives him quite the confidence boost, in his performance and his personal life. he doesn’t get quite as depressed as often as he did as cardinal but now his depression holds much harder topics to grasp. things like his identity and where he belongs in the grand scheme of things, and if he will turn bitter like terzo when he eventually is traded in for a newer papa. he hopes not, but envy was a sin that often came easily to him.

is terrified of aging in a similar way to terzo, he feels like he is already very ugly and now that he is getting older he feels like he is becoming even more unattractive. he tends to avoid mirrors as much as possible because his reflection nauseates him, he hates his face and his body with a burning passion.

he does not indulge in the willingness of siblings like his brothers do, while his stage presence may suggest he is a sexual person (which he is honestly) he hasn’t felt any sexual attraction to any sibling of sin so far. most of which only really approach him because he is papa, and while he has no problem with guiding and helping his flock, he does have a problem with it when they ask for him to fuck them. it’s not something he wants.

is also the only papa to not participate in sexual rituals and black masses, though he does oversee them and encourage siblings of sin to participate if comfortable. he celebrates others choice to lust but doesn’t feel tempted to lust for anyone else.

when he is in a relationship with someone, and he does feel sexually attracted to them, he is incredibly eager. he has done his research i can assure you, countless videos and articles on sex and hours of “research” watching porn of the porniest variety. he gets quite horny, and before his partner he masturbated quite often, he isn’t innocent by any means. he is a virgin and is quite awkward, tends to fumble and trip over himself a lot but he isn’t subtle about wanting someone when he does want them. definitely a switch, pls someone peg this guy.

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hope you liked these!! and if u have any questions or just wanna indulge me in conversation, i would love to talk more in depth about these headcanons!!!

#am i projecting with some of these -especially copia? yes. do i care? not really lol #some of y’all are not gonna like copias pffftttt #i am sticking to the virgin thing bro i’m sorry i do that with a lot of characters pffftt #the band ghost #my writing #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus i headcanons #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus ii headcanons #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii headcanons #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus iv headcanons #ghost fic #the band ghost fic #primo emeritus #secondo emeritus #terzo emeritus #copia emeritus #primo #secondo #terzo #copia

[kllypsooo]

My grammar isn't the best (I apologize for that) but I wanted to share a few Omega headcanons I came up with! He is my favorite ghoul, if you couldn't already tell 😭

Love him dearly

✧ Quintessence ghouls love shiny things! Jewelry in particular. Omega has a fascination with rings, which he finds joy in collecting. Some he'll wear, while others he just owns for the fun of it

✧ Another quint ghoul headcanon I have: they can shape shift! Omega's preferred form is a cat. It's easier to cause mischief as a feline than a 6'4 demon man.

✧ Believe it or not, but Omega isn't all that into metal music. He definitely prefers songs from the 60's-80's. His favorite bands/artists are: ABBA, a-hah, The Beatles, Blue Öyster Cult & David Bowie!

What is his favorite song? Has been and will always be Dancing Queen by ABBA!

✧ He has gladly accepted the title as the Clergy's "dancing queen."

✧ Omega loves literature! Specifically poetry. Every night, he spends time locked up in his room, writing away in his journal. His knack for poetry is something that must be kept hidden, as the topics present in (not all, but some of) Omega's work can be quite.. controversial. This is initially the ghoul's way of venting.. and his writings mainly focus on his disdain for the clergy, how corrupt it is. There was a time where he ripped the pages from his journal, plastering them on the walls of the ministry. This bold act elicited a mixture of reactions within his peers, both positive and negative.

✧✧ Sexuality & relationships ✧✧

✧ He is gay & demisexual.

✧ Omega isn't too keen on dating or just romance in general. Terzo was the only real love he had. He has had crushes in the past: Lake, Earth, Ifrit.. though never acted upon those feelings

✧ Unlike most ghouls, Alpha, Omega, Earth & Chain were summoned as kits. Around 8-11 years after Copia (can't remember how old he is) was born, making them about 45 in age. Alpha was the eldest of his peers, and Omega was the youngest. Normally, Alpha would've bullied the younger ghouls, but he somehow took a liking to Omega, eventually forming a close bond with him. They remain childhood friends to this day

✧ I like to think he and Terzo started dating during Secondo's era. They'd always been close, though that was when Omega realized his feelings for Terzo weren't entirely platonic.

The two kept their relationship a secret for a good while, afraid of how the clergy would react. When it was revealed, was anyone surprised? Not at all. It was assumed they were dating even before they formed a romantic relationship. Let's just say Terzo can't keep his mouth shut. He's always yapping about Omega and how pretty he is

✧ Expanding on Omega's interest in poetry: Terzo is basically his muse! He has written many, many poems expressing his feelings for his beloved. Terzo has had the pleasure of reading them, although they were given to him anonymously. Half of him deems it as fanmail, while the other half suspects Omega is responsible. It's a sweet gesture nonetheless.

#namelessghoul #ghost #ghost bc #ghost the band #terzomega #terzo x omega #omegaiii #omega ghoul #omega ghost #nameless ghoul headcanons

[dearlymrme]

The Waterworks

Summary: Papa's reactions to getting you to squirt.

Papa Emeritus x Reader || Squirting

Primo

A younger Primo is surprised. He doesn't know much about it. Achieves it with a soft missionary that gets more and more passionate as he drives into your spot over and over before your legs are quivering and locking around his hips, and you leak. He heard about it but he didn't think he'd be able to help you achieve it. It's the sexiest thing he's ever seen you do, and he wants more. He does his research the next day and studies you carefully to try and get as many repeats as possible. An older Primo knows better, is wiser in his age. He has experience and can achieve it with enough patience any time he wants. He enjoys it if you can, maybe even prefers it, maybe it's even grown into a kink, and if you don’t know how, then this man is going to help teach you. It's like a fine wine to him, takes prep, and you know a night when he brings a towel to bed is a night that he plans for you to get messy.

Secondo

Secondo knows how to get you to squirt, whether you do or dont. When in the mood, this man will rip it out of you, kicking and screaming. Secondo is savage, molesting you with a rough and hard doggy position for him to aim well and furiously assault your g-spot over and over until you're leaking. That gush of fluids running down his thighs and your screams of ecstacy is enough to have his orgasm suddenly and savagely ripped out of him.

Terzo

For Terzo, getting you to squirt is a matter of overstimulating you to the point you can't help but run wet. He goes pushing and pulling you through many different positions before he wins his prize. His jaw aches, his fingers cramp, and he has to take a break just to catch his breath a few times before he's able to achieve his wet dream and get you to gush. And that's the goal of the night. He grins like a smug asshole in the afterglow because he considers it a badge of honor.

Copia

With Copia getting you to squirt is a happy accident. He didn't think he was capable of achieving it, nor his hands talented enough as he fingers your while eating you out. His face glistens with your release and he's looking at you with wide-eyed wonder and locking his lips around your cunt to get a taste, doesn't let a drop go to waste. He makes it his life mission every night to get you to do it again. And this man delivers.

Don't be embarrassed around your Papa. Each one of them sees it as completely natural and fun. That's the point of sex is to have fun, and if you feel too embarrassed about it, your respective Papa is going to do everything in his power to make you feel more confident. He will love you, kiss you, fuck you. He'll make sure you know there is nothing to be ashamed of. And he'll happily work with you on your sexual confidence as often as it takes before you're the one asking him to make you squirt.

#my personal headcanons #papa emeritus #primo #secondo #terzo #copia #cardinal copia #papa emeritus i #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #ghost the band #the band ghost #ghost band

[ramblingoak]

Oooh for the kiss prompts - “shut up (affectionately)” with Secondo. Maybe he admits he has a crush and his partner just keeps doing the “haha yooooou like meeeee” thing and he finds it adorable

I love this idea! Soft Secondo having issues expressing his emotions...yes, please.

Shut Up I secondo x gn!reader

~ Secondo had been avoiding you for weeks now and you were desperate to find out why ~

(gender neutral reader, angst followed by fluff, sfw just some swearing, 2,100 words)

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“Why do you look like you’re in pain?”

Secondo ignored your question but you could see him clenching his jaw even harder.  The poor man was going to crack his teeth at this rate.  He’d barely even looked at you since you’d arrived at the ballet, which was infuriating considering the outfit you were wearing.  It was new and expensive and just shy of being too revealing.  Everyone's heads had turned when they had seen you in it.

Everyone but Secondo’s.

It had been a trend the last few weeks, him ignoring you.  At first you thought you had done something wrong, but he had been insistent that you had not.  Those reassurances were the only words he had really been speaking to you though.  Secondo had been working later and later each day and it was to the point you didn’t even try to stay up.  After you had fallen asleep he’d sneak into the room, the room you had been sharing with him for months now, and would be gone by the time you woke up.

Anytime you attempted to track him down he’d always have a reason to leave the room.  A meeting, a phone call, a trip to town…his excuses were endless.  You’d finally resorted to trying one of his brothers, but Primo remained locked in his greenhouse and Copia was so busy with tour prep no one would let you see him.  That left you with Terzo, but anytime you managed to find him Omega would haul him away for one reason or another.  

At this point you were expecting the worst, that Secondo no longer wanted to be with you.  You wished he would just come out and say it though.  Not drag things on and embarrass you constantly.  He even sent one of his ghouls to invite you to the ballet with him!  You had debated on telling him no, because it wasn’t going to be an enjoyable night with him ignoring you the whole time.  Plus you couldn’t help but wonder that maybe he was giving you one last night of fun before he broke the news.

But instead of wallowing in your room and avoiding him you decided to just go.  The ballet would be a nice distraction and hopefully if he did decide to break things off he’d wait till you were in the car and headed back to the abbey.  It would also give you a chance to do yourself up and show him what he would be missing.  It was finally time to wear the revenge outfit that had been shoved in the back of your closet.  You were determined to make him regret giving you up.

Now here you both were in Secondo’s private box.  The balcony had the best view of the stage and privacy curtains along the sides.  A nice little hidden space to enjoy the show and when either one of you were in the mood, each other.  That definitely wasn’t going to happen tonight.  Secondo had been mostly silent the whole ride and had only offered clipped words when you did ask him anything.  Now halfway through the performance all he was doing was sitting there clenching his teeth and digging his fingers into the arms of the chair.  You were determined to remain silent yourself until you saw sweat beading along his brow and you decided enough was enough.

“Secondo, please.  You’ve been acting so strange, I need to know what’s going on.”  After he still wouldn’t look your way you sighed.  You felt so defeated right now.  You were going to lose the man you loved.  Taking a deep breath you grabbed your small bag and stood up.  “Alright, if that’s how you’re going to be then I’m done.  It’s not fair to me for you to treat me like this.”

You started to move around your chair and head to the door, but his hand reached out and clutched your elbow to stop you.

“No, please stay.”  When all you did was raise an eyebrow at him he seemed to deflate.  “Sit down so I can explain.”

Reluctantly you dropped back into your chair.  Secondo looked out at the dancers once again, not saying anything for several minutes.  

“Secondo you have thirty seconds to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

The clenching was back and he balled his hands up into fists on his legs.  You watched as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, but nothing came out.  No apologies, no explanations…nothing.  Fuck this.  Once again you stood up, jabbing a finger in his direction when he turned startled eyes on you.

“Ok fine, you want to be this way?  Well let me help you.  Let me say what you’re thinking because I obviously have the bigger balls in this relationship.  Former relationship.”

“Former?”

“Yes, Secondo!  Former!”  A muffled shushing sound came from the balcony to your right so you quickly lowered your voice.  “I know you’ve been trying to break up with me for weeks now.  It’s so obvious.  So I’m going to be the bigger person and do it for you.  Thank you for ignoring and humiliating me for weeks, the gossip mill will be talking about this for ages.”

“Former?!”

“That’s what I fucking said you emotionally stunted bag of dicks!”  More shushing from around you, but they would just have to fucking deal with it.  You weren’t done with Papa.  “If you don’t love me, fine.  But I loved you, I’ve loved you for so long, the least you could have done was break things off gently.  I never expected you to be this cruel.”

You groaned and reached up to wipe away the tears that had started to fall.  Secondo was looking at you with a dumbfounded expression on his face, one that you had never seen before.  Probably the first time in his life he’d been the one dumped.  Good.  You moved around your chair again, desperate to get away from him, but once more his hand on your arm stopped you.

“Secondo let me go, please.”

“No, I need you to look at me.”

“I don’t want to look at your stupid face.”

“Tesoro, per favore.”

Your own teeth clenched at his nickname for you, but you turned and looked at him.  Secondo slowly rose from his chair and you nervously looked him up and down.  Your heart ached at how handsome he looked.  A deep green three piece suit with a black silk shirt underneath.  No paint tonight, so you were able to study his face and then finally you worked up the courage to look into his eyes.

One a beautiful green and one a stark white, both gazing at you with such affection you wanted to cry.

“Secondo, what is going on?

“Ti amo.”

Everything seemed to stop around you, including your breathing.  Did he…did he really just say that he loved you?  His hands reached out for yours and he leaned down to drop kisses across your knuckles.  As his words continued to sink in you started shaking your head.  No, no there was no way he could.  Especially after how he’d been acting.  You tried to tug your hands away, but his grip was firm.

“If you love me, why have you been acting like an asshole for weeks now?”

He flinched and hung his head for a moment.  Around you the audience began to clap and you heard the music swell as a new scene in the ballet began.

“Tesoro, my darling, I am…not good with emotions.  You know this, si?”

“It was the first thing I learned about you.”

Secondo snorted lightly, shaking his head as he met your eyes again.  

“My feelings for you have been getting stronger and stronger for months now.  It was an odd sensation, tesoro.  I haven’t felt this way about anyone I’ve been with.  Ever.”  He took a steadying breath before he continued.  “I went to my brothers for advice, but that was…”

“A mistake.  Secondo, your brothers are idiots.”

That got a bark of laughter out of him and you rolled your eyes when another shush was sent your way.  

“Si, si they are.  They did try to help me though, in their own way.  Primo suggested a moonlight picnic in his gardens.  Copia offered to train one of his rats to bring you a message.”  You both chuckled at that, Copia had way more faith in his rats abilities than anyone else did.  “It was Terzo that suggested bringing you here.”

“And not a single person suggested just telling me?”

“No tesoro, they all suggested that.”

“Then why didn’t you listen?!  I’ve been worried sick this whole time about what was going on in your head, about what you were going to do!”  There was a light knock to the door of your balcony and you knew it was probably an usher there to complain about the noise.  You might as well just let Secondo have it if you were about to get kicked out anyway.  “Is it so hard to tell me you love me?”

“No, it isn’t and I will tell you as many times as you want me to from now on.”

“Then I don’t understand what the issue was.”

“Tesoro, mio amore, the issue was there was something else I wanted to talk to you about.”  

You looked at him, waiting for him to continue, your heart racing wildly at this point.  Secondo looked down at the floor right when the door behind you opened.�� You turned to see an irritated usher stomping your way and you looked back at Secondo to see what he was going to do, but Secondo wasn’t where you left him a few seconds ago.

The man you loved was on his knees before you. 

“Secondo?”

You ignored the usher behind you, unable to take your eyes of Secondo as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box.  When he held it up you started to tremble, not really believing what you were seeing.  Not even a few minutes ago you had been prepared to walk away from him forever and now that’s what he wanted to give you.

“Tesoro, I am a stubborn, grouchy, spoiled old man.  I a–”

“Emotionally stunted.”

“What?”

“You forgot ‘emotionally stunted’.”

He let out an aggravated sigh but nodded and you grinned down at him.

“Si, fine.  I am emotionally stunted.  But I am here before you now, asking and willing to beg for your forgiveness.”  He opened the little box and your mouth fell open at the ring.  Ignoring his smug smile you tentatively reached out and touched it.  An emerald of the deepest green was set in between two sparkling black gems.  When you met his eyes again you knew he could see the tears gathering in yours once more.  “I am here to ask for eternity with you.”

“That seems like a long time.”

“It does, si.  But I think we’ll survive it together.”  He rose up from his knees with a grunt, throwing a glare at the usher that was still behind you both.  Secondo pulled the ring out of the box and reached for your hand, resting it right on the tip of your finger.  “Will you marry me, tesoro?  Even though I’m stubborn and grouchy?”

“Yes!  Of cour–”

“Even though I’m spoiled?”

“I said ye—”

“Even though I’m emotiona–”  You shut Secondo up with your lips, pressing your body against the front of his.  The kiss was slow and sensual, his tongue entering your mouth quickly to flick against your own.  You felt him slide the ring down your finger after a few moments and you slowly moved away.  He sucked your lower lip between his teeth and lightly scraped it as you pulled it out.  “Even though I’m emotionally stunted?”

“Shut up, I already said yes.”  

You looked down to admire the ring, watching as it sparkled in the lights of the auditorium.  Marriage.  To Secondo!  You were having a hard time wrapping your brain around everything that had happened tonight, in the last few minutes even!  It seemed like a dream and you leaned against his chest never wanting it to end.  A throat being cleared behind you startled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see the usher that was still there.

“Congratulations to you both.  Now get out.” 

Secondo snorted against you and gave your hand a squeeze.  When you looked back up at him he was smiling, a smile that he reserved just for you.  

“Well amore, are you ready to leave with your stubborn, grouchy and spoiled fiancé?”

“Don't forget emotionally stunted.”  Secondo growled and rolled his eyes but you just giggled and leaned up to kiss him again.  “Of course I am.  Now shut up so we can go home.”

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[emeritus-fuckers]

weirdest kinks for each papa if you haven't done so already?

not sure what you meant exactly so i just decided to have fun with this one - rat

Papas and their weirdest kinks

Primo

Piss.

Nasty, nasty piss boy.

Pisses on his Ghouls.

Secondo

Femdom, humiliation and pet play combo.

This man will die before his pride lets him admit it, but having someone force him on all fours, keep him on a leash and humiliate him is just such a fucking turn-on for him.

And especially when it's a young, pretty, innocent looking girl that treats him like a worthless dog.

Terzo

For legal reasons, I cannot make a joke that I wanted to originally make, so we'll go with a second option.

Mpreg and lactation.

Asking Omega to impregnate them was not a joke.

Terzo craves being stuffed full with kids and having milk drip from their tits.

And Omega is very happy to help that come true.

Copia

Simon Curtis's Joystick kind of dirty talk.

He's a gamer. And a virgin.

Call his dick a joystick and say you wanna play and he's gonna be cum the second you touch him.

Old Nihil

Italian stallion.

Call him that.

Also, playing out his past hook-ups.

Young Nihil

Obsessed with tits to a very unhealthy degree.

Mixes with a weird, worship-like mommy kink.

He'll literally overstimulate himself as he's sucking your tits, whimpering out the word "mommy" as he dry humps your thigh.

I like my men pathetic.

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[saruman-the-silly]

hi hi hi! i see your requests are open💕

would you be able to do some headcanons for the papas with an s/o whose love language is acts of service and sometimes won't even let them do a thing because they feel as if they aren't showing much love? eh, i don't know. then again, just a request and totally okay if you don't want to write it! much love <3

hellloooo yes absolutely :D and thank you for the request!! <3 - I added some abandonment issues for the reader whoops (it just seemed to fit well this whole thing and yall know me, I love me some fluff with a sprinkle of hurt/comfort)

Headcanons: Papas with a s/o whose love language is acts of service

Primo:

He's a big sweetheart. Of course he will appreciate it when you bring him a calming cup of tea when his back pain is flaring up.

Primo would most definitely start to question it, when you all you seemed to do was kind things for him, and not accepting the same treatment for you.

One day, when you were in the garden with him, picking some raspberries while he was tending to some roses, he decided to ask you about it.

"Amore, I appreciate all the nice things you do for me, but why don't you let me return the favour?" You mumbled something quietly, so Primo gently asked you to repeat it.

"Well.. I guess I just want to prove my love to you so you'll stay with me. I really do like doing things for you, seeing you smile makes my day a lot better." The poor man was baffled by this, why would you need to prove your love to him?

Primo would assure you gently but firmly that there is no need to prove your love to him, you being there is enough. He would reprimand you for thinking he would leave you for anyone else, Primo is old and has loved you for a long time, that ain't happening.

Secondo:

Secondo's very confused.

Like, baffled. He isn't used to anyone doing nice things for him. (Which of course makes you wanna beat Nihil's ass because fuck him and his shitty parenting)

You do so much for him, and while yes, he grows to appreciate it you two are probably gonna argue about why you aren't letting him return the favour.

"OKAY- okay.. I want to do nice things for you to prove to you how much I love you. And because I like doing nice stuff." Secondo's mask of seriousness and no-bullshit drops right then and there.

He wraps his arms tightly around you, squeezing you while whispering something in Italian to himself. You're not sure if it's a prayer or a curse, or maybe both.

"Dolcezza, you do not need to prove yourself to me." He struggles to say anything else, so he kisses you. Secondo pours all the love and appreciation into the kiss, making you realise how much this man truly loves you.

Terzo:

Any of the Emeritus brothers are not really used to nice things being done for them, but especially Terzo. (Nihil was always the hardest on him, which makes you have violent thoughts whenever you see his miserable, pasty ass wandering around the ministry)

Terzo puts on a charismatic playboy persona to hide away the insecurities, so you doing kind things to him makes him fall in love instantly.

He, at heart, is a romantic so he drops the playboy persona and begins to do kind things for you as well.

You object, but Terzo is very, very persistent. It kind of turns into a funny competition of who can do the most kind things for one another.

In all seriousness, after having fun for a while he sits you down and asks about it.

"I feel like I need to prove my love to you because I'm afraid you will find someone better." Terzo tears up at that, and envelopes you in a hug.

"I am sorry I made you feel like this, you are more than enough for me amore," he sobs in your arms.

The two of you would just cry together, getting it out, and then you would have an honest, good conversation about your relationship.

You would do something fun after all that serious talk, like a movie marathon or prank Secondo.

Copia:

Like Secondo, Copia would be very confused at first. No-one has been as kind to him as you were (after hearing that you replaced Nihil's hearing aids with m&m's - he's old as shit and now he can't bother anyone but himself)

Copia loves you. Like, not just because you were kind to him but once he gets to know you? He adores you.

All the kind things you do for him? He appreciates you so much, because as we all know, Copia is drowning in his work because he's a sweetheart who can't say no if someone asks him to do something.

All the coffee you brought into him late in the evening, the little notes of encouragement you left on his desk, he loves and appreciates you so much for it.

That's why he was so confused when you confessed to him that you're afraid of him finding someone better than you.

Copia drops to his knees in front of you, tenderly holding your hand in his.

"Il mio amore, la mia vita, do you have any idea of how much you truly mean to me? You are my treasure, treasure I shall hold with gentle hands and dear to my heart, because I cannot imagine a world without you in it."

You cry (oh come on when he drops to his knees in front of you and gives a speech like that?? I'd cry as well lmao) and Copia wipes gently your tears away, smiling and then kissing you gently.

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Hope you enjoy <3 and again, thank you for the request, it was really fun to write!

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[dantesunbreaker]

Scary Movie Night with the Papas(Headcanons)

No warnings just spooooooky season!!!

Primo

Prefers the old black and white classic films(Frankestein, House on a Haunted Hill, The Invisible Man, etc.)

If you prefer more modern horror, Primo of course will still sit with you. But honestly, finds movies like Saw that rely on gore or shock factor to be a bit boring and lacking creativity

Try avoiding anything with extreme and constant jumpscares, unless you want to try giving the old man a heart attack

Doesn’t find them scary, but he can be startled 

Will let you cozy up to him on the couch wrapped up in either his robes or blankets with snacks

Makes brownies with some of his own “special” grown plants to make the night extra fun and relaxing

Comforts you and lets you curl into his side if you ever get scared, softly reassuring you that it isn’t real. He would never allow any monsters to hurt you

Primo always falls asleep halfway through the second or third movie, every single time without fail. Doesn’t matter how many times he reassures you that he won’t this time, he will get too comfy and fall right asleep. His soft snoring is cute and comforting however.

Movie night always ends up with you both sleeping on the couch wrapped up together.

Secondo

Takes movie night VERY serious

Also tends to prefer the more classic movies, but Secondo is willing to watch anything at least once

Thinks of himself as a movie critic, so be prepared to listen to his complaints or criticism throughout the movie if he doesn’t like it

Only allows snacks that you would typically find at a movie theater such as candy or popcorn. Even went as far as to get his own popcorn machine to make it feel extra authentic

Secondo will tease you if you ever get scared, but pulls you into his side and lets you bury your face. Laughs at the idea that he would ever let anything hurt you, so you should have nothing to fear

It is one of his favorite things though, when you nestle yourself up against him seeking his comfort and protection. Emotionally constipated, this man craves any sort of positive reinforcement. So the fact that he makes you feel safe gives him a bit of a warm fuzzy feeling that he hates to acknowledge

But Secondo totally also gets spooked sometimes by some of the more suspenseful films, just would rather die than ever admit that to you

You always fall asleep first. Depending on how he feels, Secondo either will situate you both to sleep comfortably on the couch, or he will carry you back to bed

Terzo

Always being extra, Terzo turns every movie night into a big extravagant event

Gathers the finest blankets and pillows for the couch

Along with the stereotypical snacks of popcorn and candy, he also has the ghouls on catering duty. Hungry for a steak in the middle of the movie? Say less.

Has no particular preference for the films, so it is entirely your choice for what to watch

Just know that Terzo will scream

Both of you will end up comforting each other when the movie gets too scary. Holding each other tight, taking turns of who hides their face and who watches to say when it is safe to watch again

Loves movies that are a little more on the silly side, such as Cabin Fever or Evil Dead. Together you love to mock the characters for making dumb choices or being oblivious and how unrealistic the effects are

Most of the time you both end up falling asleep together on the couch in a bit of a food coma. Omega sometimes comes into the room with the random food you requested only to find you both passed out. The ghoul will throw you each over one of his shoulders and carry you to bed, neither of you ever wake up as he does this somehow.

Terzo has specific fuzzy socks and matching pajama sets reserved only for scary movie night

Copia

Absolutely one of Copia’s favorite things to do together and makes it a very regular occurrence

Open to all types of horror movies, but still has his preferences. Comedy horror is definitely top of the list

Tucker & Dale vs. Evil, Tremors, and Cabin in the Woods are among his most commonly picked

Movie talker for sure! Gets really excited and into the film and constantly will comment on things that are happening on screen. It is kind of adorable

Will let the rats join you for part of the night. They love to cuddle in your laps with their own special bowl of plain unflavored popcorn

Copia is more likely to be the one that gets spooked by the movie, so be ready for him to have a death grip on your hand

Regularly changes who passes out first, but generally it is Copia. With how hard he works, you can’t really blame him. But if he is out, that generally means the end of movie night. Dude snores like a chainsaw. 

Both of you end up sleeping on the couch in weird positions that generally would not be considered comfortable, but by some miracle you never wake up with aches and pains

The morning after is always spent with a warm full course breakfast

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[earthry]

Mafia Papas (Mafia AU Headcanons)

I couldn’t stop thinking about what if the papas were mafia bosses and maybe the Emeritus family’s territory is so big that they had to split it into four, one for each papa.

tw: mentions of violence and murder, sexual themes and content— just a little spicy, f!reader.

disclaimer: this is all fictional and romanticized, not at all reflective of what actual mafia life/people are like. plus my knowledge is absolutely not accurate this is all just for fun!

Primo

He’s not as hands on as he used to be in his youth— these days his ghouls do more of the work with him controlling the puppet strings behind the scene. You spend your days with him in a lavish estate with a beautiful growing garden that you both tend to.

The area you live in is known to be difficult to grow things, so you often get comments wondering how you managed to make the soil fertile enough. It’s probably all the bodies rotting in the backyard but you don’t tell them that.

Sometimes Primo hosts parties in the courtyard just to watch you flourish, fluttering around as others orbit around you. The life of the party. At the end of the day however he always makes sure everyone knows who you belong to.

“Dolcezza, would you like another glass of wine? Mm, yes you look very beautiful today. Beautiful and all mine, si? Good girl.”

Secondo

More hands on then Primo, works out of a night club as a front. You started as a dancer but now, as Secondo’s lover and beloved, you needn’t worry about anything else. Most nights are spent at Secondo’s side as he chats with business associates and plays cards, either curled against him or nestled in his lap. No one pays any mind to you— they’ve already learned long ago the danger of doing so.

Has a possessive streak and loves to have you wear things of his. Whether it be his jacket or shirt or even a watch, as long as you have something of his he’s usually satisfied. You bring up the subject of maybe getting a tattoo with his name or crest and he’s immediately chubbed up to full mast (good thing it was just the two of you in his office).

You move in to his large condo with large windows and a beautiful view of the cityscape and learn that he has a weakness for making love with you pinned against the windowpane. Whining with need and pleasure as the the neon lights of bustling city below illuminate your form. Laid bare for anyone who might happen to look up.

“Do you like that, tesoro? Do you like knowing the whole world can see you like this for me? I’m the only one who can reduce you to this, cara. No one else.”

Terzo

Loves to flex his power through dramatic appearances and is definitely the kind of monologue for a good hour to his victims before finally getting to business. He often has Omega stand beside him because of how intimidating the ghoul is.

When you first meet him at the coffee shop you work at, you are not impressed and he is immediately smitten. He visits almost every morning and orders drinks for both him and his ghouls for two months straight until you finally agree to a date.

For your first year anniversary Terzo goes all out, booking a cruise to the most exotic places he could think of. Of course you don’t know that 90% of the crew and passengers are linked directly to the mafia. He’d never put you on a cruise full of mostly strangers, it’d be too dangerous.

Loves dressing you in jewels and expensive gowns and showing you off. The two of you definitely have a few matching sets of suits and dresses that compliment each other perfectly.

“Let me help you with that zipper, amore mio. Fuck you’re gorgeous. Can’t wait to take this off you later.”

Copia

Out of all the brothers, he’s definitely seen the most fights. To him, it doesn’t feel right to have his ghouls go out to do the dirty work while he sits behind a desk or goes have fun somewhere else. To him, the mafia is family. While he may be the boss, he treats his members fairly and like equals. He’s earned a lot of loyalty as a result, even from those that may not have been on their side at first.

Out of all his brothers, everyone had expected him to fail because of how timid and anxious he was growing up. He can still be awkward and anxious but when his family’s lives are on the line? When your life is on the line? He’ll show no mercy, no remorse.

He worships you, absolutely adores you. Buys the cutest little house because he knows you’ll love it. There’s plenty of extra room for your rats and for a mafia boss you’ve never seen anyone coo or baby talk animals quite like him.

Nothing gets Copia harder than the idea of you being his little housewife waiting at home for him. It’s the dream he never thought he’d have. Of course, you’re way more than that to him; you have your own job and career too. But whenever he comes home to a home cooked meal and open arms, you’d better expect to eat the food cold cause the first thing he’ll wanna do is rail you again the kitchen counter.

“Fuck that smells good, dolcezza. You’re so good to me, how about you let me be good to you? Let me show you my thanks, si?”

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