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black-moon-bunny · 1 year

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Private Confession

A shy sister decides to walk into the confessional to relieve some weight on her shoulders, she needs to confess the filthy dreams she has been having with the image of her Papa Emeritus the Third and take some guilt off , what she doesn't know it's that Papa himself is taking the confessions today.

Word Count : 4300 words.

Warnings: Smut with plot basically.+18 NSFW Oral Sex (male on female) Unprotected sex, creampie, a bit of praise kink, a dash of Dom!Terzo, a bit of corruption kink he just want to break her mind and shit. Y/N is used, some broken Italian that I took from Google translate sorry if it sucks. Minors DNI. All the pictures were found on Pinterest I just edited them so credits who made them. No betad. today I die like a woman (?).

The cute dividers that I used this time belong to @firefly-graphics 💕

A.N : I promised this a couple of days ago but I never thought that it will be that long, again I just got carried on. The fires are still burning near my city, everything was covered in ashes and smoke so I just locked myself in my home and spent all day writing and playing monster hunter on the switch. I hope you enjoy this filthy piece of work. Take care, drink water, eat your three meals and hug your loved ones. 💕

She was nervous, the last time she confessed to a member of the clergy was years ago, and she wasn't sure if it was ok for her to confess her latest dreams with the new Papa of the church. Papa Emeritus the Third was like a breath of fresh air into the Rituals, he was too charming, too charismatic, too flamboyant. And it was magnetic, since the first ritual she felt pulled to him not being able to keep her eyes out of him during performance, the purple gowns, the modals, the way that he moved and walked on the stage. It was even worse in church and the abbey, the way that he talked with the sisters, and walked around winking his eyes and smiling. That's when she couldn't even look in his direction. After a few months of this martyrdom she began to have the most unholy thoughts of the man in the sheets of her bed, most of the time giving herself pleasure in the process. She felt guilty, he was on another level completely away from her own level in the clergy, she shouldn't be having those lustful dreams with him! So she decided that the best thing she could do about it was going to confess, get the weight off her chest and get some advice in a more private scenario. She greeted without entering the little space of the confessional waiting for the clergyman permission

—Come in, sister. Please.

—Thank you Cardinal...

And the men inside the other side.of the confessional tensed, he was no Cardinal. He was Papa himself, the change in "title" shook him a bit, it had been a long time since someone referred to him as cardinal.

Terzo found himself bored in the abbey so he changed his place at the confessional with Cardinal Copia, he was one of his closest friends in the church so he was always down to help him, after the last ritual he ended up with a raspy deeper voice because his over exigence and that helped him to mask his identity behind the confessional. He wanted to talk to other people, he was tired of only talking to the upper clergy most of the times, he wanted to talk with anyone else besides Imperator and his dad

—What's your name, little lamb?...

— It's y/n , Sister y/n. —He smiled trying to get a look at her to confirm his suspicions, but he was sure that he knew her. She was the soft lamb that always seemed to shiver around him, but was always at the rituals supporting the Ghost Project. She was particularly interesting to him, she seemed to change every time he went on stage, her eyes fixated on him more than any other sister or brother at the rituals. So he was aware of her existence and presence in the church.

— Tell me Sister y/n ... why are you here? What is the thing that lingers in your mind? The burden that you charge...

She didn't recognize the voice...It was not the Cardinal , but she couldn't quite guess, it sounded a bit raspy

— Sister, are you okay? It's okay, this is a private moment, a moment of trust. I'm not going to judge you.

She felt the guilt and the shame in her head but he was right. It was just a confession and besides he was there to help her and not judge her. And most probably he didn't even know who she was.

— I have dirty thoughts... sinful and dirty dreams every night...

— And why do you think it is wrong to have sinful dreams my dear?

— It's not because of the dreams....It's about who I am dreaming in those dreams..

—Why do you feel bad about dreaming with this person?..

—Because he is our excellency, our guide in this place...I'm having dreams with...—She took a breath and let out a sight before saying it. — I'm having dreams with our new Papa. Really nasty and naughty dreams...

Terzo was amused, this cute sister was having dirty dreams with him? How could he be mad?

— Sister, what kind of dreams? Why are they naughty?....You mean sex dreams?...

—Y-Yeah....they begin always the same, Me and Papa talking after a ritual on his back stage...and then I gave him a shoulder massage to ease his tense muscles and...we ended up fucking. It's always the same and...I feel that is wrong! How could I dream such dirty things with someone that I admire...

— Sister....you like what Papa does to you in the dreams?..

— Y-Yes....he feels so good...the way he kisses me, and rubs me, and soothes my skin with his hands, and move me like I was a doll on top of him...

— So, do you desire your dream to become true?

She stood in silence for a moment. She really wanted that dream to become true? Or she just wanted to leave it as part of her dirty imagination?

—...I don't know....he would never look at me in that way! It's almost impossible...

— That is not an answer, little lamb...

— I'm sorry ...I would like to be true ...but I know that it's almost impossible.

— Ah little lamb...who says that dreams do not come true?...—Terzo laughed a bit leaving his spot inside the confessional and opening the door of the side in which she was seated.

She looked at him in utter disbelief, she just confessed to Papa himself that she was having sex dreams about him! . But Terzo did not look angry, he had this flirty expression, that arrogant and sly smirk in his face looking down on her. He grabbed her chin with his fingers and made her look up to him as she was trying to not look him in the eyes.

— What's wrong sorella...are you ashamed that I heard your secret?...—He caressed the skin of her cheek with his thumb slowly, without looking her right in her eyes. Her cheeks were red, and her eyes had this glisten in them, her expression was a mix of fear and excitement.

—P-Papa I'm ...I'm so sorry....

—Don't be sorella....do you think I'm mad at you? I'm amused....you who always shiver when I go near you, you who are always so supporting during Mass or in the rituals...all of this time living with the burden of those dirty dreams with me...Poor thing...did you get your relief after those dreams? You were touching yourself thinking about me?.....

She felt her thighs clench together, her chest was on fire. Her breathing stopped for a moment before answering

— Yes Papa....

—Don't worry my sweet sorella...I know this place is too small for you to enjoy...-He let go of her chin and grabbed her hand, pulling her out of the confessional — Follow me...we are going to have a extended talk about your dreams....If you are really repented you are going to show me how did you pleasure yourself.

He dragged her to his room, she felt lightheaded. She sure was having a dream again, because none of this could be part of reality. She was being dragged to Papa Emeritus the Third room to "show remorse" and "talk" about her sin.

He opened the door and guided her into his chamber, seating her on the bed. The luxurious deep purple bed sheets, the soft cushions and mattress, the smell of roses and leather. Everything felt too dreamy to be true. She sat there, waiting for him to say something, waiting for her to wake up from her dream.

—Sorella...tell me...how did you touch yourself?

— I...I....

—Don't be afraid little lamb...we are not going to do anything that you don't want to...but I want to know how did you treated yourself...So I can know where to start your penitence, and don't worry about the old hag...This is our secret of confession ...Now my dear sorella....—He took a seat in front of her, not before removing part of his "working clothes''. He just had a white silky shirt and his black tight pants left as he sat in front of her— Show me, how you enjoy yourself after dreaming with me...

Her pulse was completely messed up, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her eardrum. Her legs spread slowly, shyly she took one of her hands and lifted her skirt showing her red lace underwear.

He felt his cock twitch inside his pants, who would have thought that the shy sister used such sexy lingerie? He was delighted, her soft and embarrassed expression contrasted so well with the sexy red lace between her legs, he could even see the dark spot where she leaked her fluids, he swore that he could smell her in the air.

— Take those off and give them to me...

— Yes papa....—She slid them down her legs and handed them to him, she couldn't do anything more but obey him. She opened her legs once more, but this time showing her exposed core to him, her folds were coated and slick with her fluids, she froze for a bit looking at the darkened and lustful expression in Papa eyes.

— Please continue...show me more, I want to see you give pleasure to that perfect pussy of yours...—He licked his lips, he wanted to go down on her and lick her fluids while fingering but he knew that if he waited the reward was going to be much better.

—.....Y-Yes....Mnhg...— A whimper left her lips as soon as she brushed her clit with the tip of her fingers. She was so sensitive already, she felt her insides twitch wanting something inside to fill them. She gave her clit slow grazes and applying some pressure, his middle finger slid slowly between her folds tempting the entrance of her hole for a bit before pushing it inside. She moaned and cursed herself on her inside for the embarrassing sounds coming out of her mouth. Her free hand was on her right nipple, pulling and pinching the button sending shivers down her spine directly to her pussy.

He was stroking lazily his cock under his pants, the show she was putting for him was completely outstanding. The way she moaned, how her hips moved looking for more contact with her hand. How she squirmed and giggled at the pleasure. He wanted more of her.

— Keep going....show me more, I want to see you fully sister.,..come on, obey your Papa..

— mnhg...ah! No...Papa per favore...

— Oh my little sorella....you know Italian huh? ...—He positioned between her legs, standing over her looking at her trembling body — la mia tentazione dolce e peccaminosa, così bella, solo per me, vero?....—He leaned on her just a bit, touching her face and caressing her skin, looking at her glistening eyes, waiting for an answer — Vero?...

— S-Sí....just for you....

He felt his cock pressing so hard against his pants just by hearing her. It was all the confirmation he needed to make his move. He dragged her to the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of her, taking an intense look at the wonder in front of him.

— Sorella....we are not going to do anything that you don't want, I need you to say it, say that this is what you want....—There was a deep growl inside him trapped, her smell was driving him nuts, she was so wet that it dripped down her ass to his bed , directly into his velvet bedspread leaving a wet spot that grew by the minute.

— Papa please....I want you!.I need you!...are those dirty thoughts enough proof for you?....I desperately need you....—She whimpered and moaned, she was so needy of him. Her sweet and shy demeanor was long gone, she needed him, she wanted to indulge in the sin of Papa Emeritus the Third and never be the same again.

— Lucifero per favore, fammi godere per sempre di questo piacere peccaminoso....—He looked at her, his eyes completely darkened by lust, he began placing small kisses along her thighs, getting closer and closer to her wet impatient core, he spread her folds with his fingers to leave her clit exposed to him, he blew a bit of cold air and she moaned by the feeling.

After a sly smirk he got closer and closer

— Thanks dark lord for this delicious meal....—He gave a long lick to her clit down his folds before completely attacking her clit. Sucking slowly and moving his tongue over the sensitive bud. His hands left to her thighs caressing and tracing the skin with the claws of his gloves, her moans sounded like the most delicious choir of sweets sounds.

She was losing slowly her contact with reality, she had never felt something like this before, she had been with boys during her teenage and young adult era, but nothing like this, nothing like the sinful dexterity of Papa's tongue, the feeling of his leather gloves and claws along her thighs as she moved her hips looking for more contact ,her hands playing with her nipples pulling them every time he gave a long lick.

He felt how she was melting under him. He took his gloves off and carefully placed one of his fingers at the entrance of her pussy, pressing slowly letting her suck him inside. She was so wet that his finger slipped inside easily, but she felt tight around it at the same time. He moved one finger and then added another one, spreading her insides preparing her for him.

— Don't try to muffle your voice, my little songbird....—He moved his fingers slightly up inside her, touching that rugged spot over and over — I want you moaning my name...say it....

— Papa....Mngh papa, please made me cum....

— No no....not papa....—He finally released his erection from his pants and underwear , he kept moving his fingers inside her, brushing her clit with the palm of his hand every time he pushed into her, and with his other hand he was stroking himself.

She was about to climax on his fingers, she needed to release the pressure in her belly, she needed to let loose the coil that was about to snap. She moved her hips wanting more. She couldn't say his name, she was going to burst if she heard herself saying his name, no not papa, Terzo.

—Say it...or else I will not let you come, how about that? Enough motivation for you...puttana?....

She whimpered and moan obscenely at the nickname, her hips jerking from the bed moaning out loud his name

— T-Terzo! Terzo please! I need to....I want to...

—....You little filthy sister....—He positioned himself between her legs and without much warning he pushed inside, gasping and moaning deeply at the feeling, she felt the most blasphemous pleasure in the world.

Something inside her snapped after his thrust, her whole body felt like wildfire and she could swear that she was seeing stars and glistens all over the place, with the last part of her coherence she moved his arms towards him, looking for more of his touch, she wanted to feel him completely. He kept thrusting into her while taking of his shirt, he leaned over her and kissed her, her lips were soft and plump, as they kissed her moans got trapped in her throat and left only as breathy whimpers as he moved his hips and his bodies became one sweaty wet mess.

— I can feel you squeezing me so good....such a good girl for your Papa...—He bit her neck leaving marks all over the skin, she scratched the skin on his back and pectorals, she looked at him completely lost in her lustful dream that came true , adoring his expression, his passion and the delicious way in which he was devoted to give her pleasure.

For him, she was a devil that came from hell to make him lust over and over. He already had many affairs under his sleeve, but no one of those compared to the sinful sweet adoration of the sister. Her body seemed to perfectly fit with his, the way her legs hugged his hips, how her breast moved hypnotizing him, the delicious tightness and the way his name sounded on her lips. He wanted more of her, he wanted her for him and only him, this egoist desire of consuming her, of corrupt all if her shyness and all of her politeness into a pure lustfull mess, a fuck doll , a slut just for him.

He stopped for a bit to lift her legs over his shoulders and letting one of his hands wander from her tits to his neck and to his face, drawing the shape of her lips with his finger, looking at her and licking his lips at the sight, she licked the tip of his finger and he slide his thumb on her mouth. She began to suck desperately, her glossy eyes dropping tears of pleasure as he rolled his hips so deliciously over her, her insides twitched with anticipation of a climax that was already there. She was sure she scratched so hard that he bled a bit, but the pain turned him even more. He helped her ride her orgasm and lowered the pace of his thrusts for a minute.

—How was that dolcezza?....—He grabbed her by the waist and placed a pillow under her back for extra support and then proceeded to give her sweet kisses helping her ride the last waves of her orgasm before keep going further. — Are you okay?

— More....—She looked at him blushed, slightly drooling. Pupils fully dilated by pleasure, sweaty and still gasping for air but begging for more. "Such a good girl "terzo thought admiring the sight in front of him , but he needed to make sure she was okay, because after her approval he was going to go full feral on her.

— First, are you okay? Nothing hurts?....I plan to make love to you all afternoon and then at night if you are still needy give you some more but I need to know if you are well...—He brushed some strains of hair out of her forehead and caressed her cheek.

— I'm okay....I want more. Please....

— Mnn...I'm not sure if you are well...—He smiled devilishly moving his hips with one hard thrust — You seem quite agitated and...—He thrusted again — you look too red...—Once again another thrust — and you are gasping for air...

— Mnh...p-please ....ah! Don't....don't tease me....I ...I want more...

— And are you sure that you could...—His thrust were slow but hard and deep, he took his subtle time between thrusts just to make her squirm underneath him —.... take it?..

— I'm sure! I just....please fuck me! I want to feel your cum inside of me!

— Mngh....fucking hell y/n....you filthy puttana...want more of your Papa?....—He lifted her in his arms and sat on the bed with her on top but with her back pressed against his chest , he had her hold by the thighs with the rest of her legs clinging in the air. — Then take me....

After this sentence he began thrusting into her making her almost jump in his lap, her moans were obscene and loud, the wet slapping sound echoed in the room mixed with the moans of them both. His nails dig into her soft skin , her neck and back as his full disposition to bite and kiss , leaving marks all over her skin. He was close, he could feel the tightness in his abdomen. He dropped one of her legs and lowered his hand to her clit pressing and making circles over it as he thrusted, she squirmed and moaned his name over and over.

— Mnhg...y/n I'm...I'm close....you want it inside huh?....You filthy whore....so dumb fucked by your Papa...this is what you dreamed of isn't it?...mnhg! Ah! Fucking Satanás! ...

His hips moved faster and harder searching for his climax , but he couldn't indulge until she came at least one time more.

— Mmngh terzo! Together please....I want to come with you Papa! ...I want to be your personal..ah! Fuck toy! ...

— You sure are a bag of surprises sister...— His gasp and moans reverb on her ear, the praises and filthy remarks made her even closer, with only two thrusts more she came undone over him, squirting hard and wetting his bed, sofa and floor. He felt like he was melting in the caldrons of hell with her, he came with a loud and deep growl thrusting some more before collapsing in the bed with her underneath him. He pulled it off and watched as his cum leaked from her, this filled him with pride, looking at her so disheveled on his bed.

— mnhg...ah....don't leave...

— I'm not leaving....—He brushed some strains of hair out of her face and gave her a sweet peck on the lips as she turned around to be face up on the bed— but I need to prepare something...wait a minute dolce...

He went to his bathroom and prepared the tub for her, he took her in his arms slowly and carefully before letting her down slowly in the warm water. She was dozing a bit.

— You will stay here in my chambers today, and tonight you will make me company at the mass and ritual, then right back here with me si?...

— But...papa....—As she came down from her high the weight of reality became real, she knew that this will probably be a one time thing and she needed to get back to her chores— Sister Imperator is going to punish me if I do not finish my chores...

— It will be arranged as soon as we leave the tub, sí dolce?...—He entered the tub with her and she cuddled instantly on his chest, such a cute sight...

— Are you sure Papa?...

— I'm sure...and do not call me papa when we are alone si? Just terzo...Don't worry about the old hag , she is going on a trip with the old man and my brothers, we are going to be alone all week...Just me and the Cardinale, and of course you in my office all day wearing your cute dresses just for me...—He nuzzled her hair messing with her....

— Oh...I thought that...you know...I was going to be your one day off and stuff...—She looked up at him and he melted again, so innocent and yet so filthy, who would think that about her? He needed to thank his dear Amico later for letting him get in the confessional, maybe she would never had approached him otherwise, and yes , maybe he wouldn't done either . He was glad that Satan put her in his path.

— I know about my reputation sister...

—Just...y/n is fine if I can call you Terzo...just between us ...

— Well...y/n I know about my reputation but that's mostly a ...eh....it's part of the job...and I know that i have my fair share of affairs with a lot of sisters but no more than Secondo did or even Primo in his "prime" — He joke about his lame joke to ease some of her tension — You are right in be suspicious but I'm being honest...I want you for me as long as you are right with it , maybe we could get to know more about each other...I'm a bit tired of the running around with the sisters if I'm honest I'm bored about everything this days that's why I asked Copia...I mean, Cardinal Copia the favor of being on the confessional and that lead me to you, I will take it as a signal from our dark lord..

— So...you are asking me out?...—She smiled, it wasn't a dream right? — I'm not dreaming of this? Please tell me that I'm not..

— You are not ....— He laughed before pinning her slowly against the marble of the bath — But I'm going to make you feel like you are walking on air after this....—He laughed a bit at her expression of sudden lust and hunger— So eager....another round then?...

She used his weight in her favor and the slick of the water and turned around this time pinning him, he felt his dick bounce to his abdomen as soon as she was over him and her tits hanging in front of his face. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly over his cock

— Another round then ....—She took a deep breath and let him slide inside of her in one seat — Mnhg!...fuck...why it's so big?...mgnh....

— Mgnh...y/n ...so eager....—He bit his lip and grabbed her hips to give her more support, she moved wonderfully. She looked like a dark goddess of lust over him. His breast moving up and down with her, tempting him to bite and lick every piece of skin on them and so he did, he trapped one of her nipples between his lips sucking and biting, his hands traveled from her hips to his ass, squeezing and slapping her precious butt cheeks.

— Mnhg...Terzo....—She put her arms on his shoulders for support and started to move harder and faster, moaning his name over and over. The echo in the bathroom made her sound like a choir of devilish succubus filled with pure and primal desire. Her whole body was invested in giving him the biggest pleasure as a way to retrieve the pleasure that he gave her, the way she moved and breathed, how she moaned his name, how the tightness inside her felt. He felt his whole body sensitive, the way the warm water soothes his skin while being in the hot embrace of that marvelous woman on top of him, he moaned her name as a prayer. His wet hair falling on his face, her hair dropping over his shoulder everytime she moved, the heat of both bodies becoming one through the ritual of pleasure and lust.

— Mnhg! Fuck....y/n I'm not....mgnh...you are too...mgnh... damn hot ...I want to feel you more...ah la mia dolce puttana...così buona per me, così desiderosa del mio sperma....

— Sí Terzo please! Fill me with your cum...I'm getting closer...mgnh I want to come all over your dick...

— Mgnh...Sí dolce ... everything that you desire my sweet little devil....—He grabbed her hips, thrusting hard and fast over and over until she came with a high pitched moan. He came shortly after, filling her again with her cum..

— Mnhg ...ah!...don't ...move....—He smiled a bit — Too...sensitive....

— Oh...let me just ...—He plopped out of her and lifted her slowly.

— Mnhhh.....—She cuddles with him again. Caressing his chest and brushing his chest hair slowly. Giving kisses on his shoulder and chest.

— You are so cuddly...—He sighed in relaxation— so warm...

— You...don't like it?....—She asked a but worried of being too much all of the sudden.

— I love it....—He kissed her over and over, making her blush. — Let's get out of here and shower, I will make a ghoul go for some clothes for you and then you can sleep a bit on my bed while I take care of some duties...Don't worry about a thing of your chores, it's all ready....now, let's get cleaned up si princesa?...

They showered and rested on his bed, she fell asleep quickly, he brought his paperwork to his chamber and worked on his desk while watching her sleep, he was sure that it was the right decision following the devil's sign that guided him to her. All of it just for a simple private confession...

A.N : Heeeey! I hope that you enjoyed it, I was in the mood for a filthy sexy smut with our slutty Papa but I could keep the fluff away, I like fluff. If you have comments suggestions or want me to write something specific you can comment something down below or leave and question on the ask me page. 💕 thanks again for reading and I hope you have a great day/night/afternoon etc. 💕

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revelisms · 4 months

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A mini-comic on Copia's (ongoing) dilemma of whether or not to shave the 'stache. Terzo is being a...somewhat helpful sibling.

Bonus ficlet with more context on this under the cut. In short: Primo and Secondo are absolute grumps, Terzo is a menace, and Copia is doing his best 🐀

1.2k words | T | Dialogue heavy, crude language, sibling-typical assholery (feat. Secondo's waning patience and Big Brother Terzo)

[You may be wondering how we've ended up in this situation...]

Or, at least, Secondo Emeritus had been wondering the same, glowering at his reflection in his suite's bathroom door.

"Lucifer's taint—the rat has been in there for twenty minutes."

"The what?" grubbles his hawkish elder brother from the window, half-marked with his skull paints.

Secondo ignores him; swings out his fist, instead, battering three knocks on the varnish. "We are due for the induction ceremony in fifteen, goddammit—Copia!"

A dismal sound echoes through the door.

"By the Saints' tits—"

"Ah, leave him be, Brother," Primo sighs, smearing a dash of black down his cheek. "He is putting on his finishing touches, eh?"

"Finishing touches. Finishing—" Secondo smacks out his palm, snarling like a disgruntled bear. "He has hogged the unblessed thing from the moment he entered the room. You would think the squirrel is making a winter's nest in there—"

"Then use another bathroom, yes?"

"It is mine! Fuck's sake—why are any of you in here—?"

And around the corner is dancing a torrent of black hair, face bared of makeup, rings clattering off the wall. "Out of the way, if you please—"

Secondo narrowly misses clocking his younger brother on the jaw, wrenching his arm out of his path. He snuffs when the current head of their church's suave ends up in a flattened grunt against the door, finding the handle similarly immobile.

"Feh—and now you wait your turn, Papa," Secondo snipes, notching his arms across his chest. "The little mouse has chosen an opportune moment to 'scape his every wrinkle, apparently."

Copia's voice barks miserably from the door: "I am not—"

"What is he doing?" Terzo hisses, palming back his hair.

Secondo huffs. "I've told you! Wasting my goddamned time—" His eyes stutter, cut down his brother's simply dressed form. For a pause, he chews on his words. Anger smokes off him like a pyre. "You are not ready."

Terzo swats his hand, trying fruitlessly again at the handle.

"You are not painted," Secondo growls on.

"Brother—hush yourself, eh? This is a matter of urgency—"

"You are due to be present, before any of us. Sister will have your ass—"

"Tut-tut—my chasuble—"

"Is where?"

"—Satan in hell—in the room, with the darling fool." He dances his painted nails sharply across the wood, graveling blandly to Copia: "You will have me in front of the clergy in my skin, little rat. You mean to do your Papa so horrendously, eh?"

From the window, Primo rolls his eyes, giving little reaction to the short-fused glare Secondo shoots at him.

"Just—just a minute," peeps Copia.

"A minute," Secondo gripes. "Twenty more, you mean?"

By the time Terzo has taken to kicking up one foot by the handle, bracing for a break-in, Copia has nervously creaked open the door. Their Papa nearly smashes his teeth on the counter.

"Ah!" Copia bumbles, red to his ears. "Sorry! Sorry—heh—it has been, eh—" He slams the door shut, avoiding Secondo's bouldering stare. "Agh, dammit—"

With some forced attempt at grace, Terzo slumps onto his elbows, fixing him with a dry leer. "Not only you leave me undressed, but you nearly ruin my smile?" He drags a thumb over his chin, with a scowl. "Forget Sister, little Coppie—if you so much as give me a need for veneers, I will have your hide, eh?"

Copia, slouched in his T-shirt and sweats, pouts miserably. "I—I—"

Terzo sighs, flicking his wrist dismissively. "What is it? You have the little pincher yapping a storm, out there—"

"Is it that bad?"

"...What?"

Copia runs his thumb and forefinger over his mustache, turning back to the mirror. "Someone, eh...well." His voice drops to a weary mutter. "They—they compared it to a combover, this morning."

Terzo's teeth flash: half-disbelieving sneer, half-barely contained smirk. "To what?" he chuckles lowly.

His brother sniffs. "This is not a laughing matter—"

"Oh, it is more than a laughing matter." Terzo narrows his eyes, biting his lip. "Combover," he repeats, and clicks his tongue. "Heh—should have compared it to a string of dog-hairs, no—?"

"Brother."

"No, no—a clump of herb-roots, perhaps."

Copia's eyes flash in dismay. "Brother—"

Terzo flicks his fingers. "I jest, little thing, I jest. If you are so concerned about it—"

"I'm not—"

"Twenty minutes, you've been ruminating over this?"

Copia folds his arms, glaring back at his reflection. "What should I do with it?" he mumbles then, looking like a slump of a twig ready to snap. He thumbs over his facial hair, again. "A little, eh...styling gel?"

Secondo's fist batters idly across the door, again. "Ten minutes," he warns. "If you two aren't dressed in five, you'll be dragged out by the hair." He pauses, then directs to Terzo: "And get my paints—"

"Yes, yes," Terzo snarks over his slumped shoulder. "We are having an intervention, your demoted Unholiness—shh. Now," he sighs, turning back to Copia, "who said this to you? Only we get to insult your integrity, you know. I will have the ghouls take care of the bastard, Coppie—you need only give the name—"

"No no no—it is all good, eh, all...all—"

Terzo pauses, furrows his brows. "...A sister?"

Copia welds his fingers over his mouth, giving a wretched frown.

"Oh, shit," Terzo hoots, and grins fully. "Nevermind, Brother. You are doomed. Shave it, this instant—"

"It—it doesn't bother me—"

"So you say, yet all I hear for ages is what to do, what to do, bleh—come off it." He fans his hand against the sink, in plain emphasis. "It is your face, no? Do with it as you please."

"But should I?" Copia whimpers.

Terzo pinches his fingers into his eyes.

"I, er—I just—"

"Just shave it."

In awkward silence, Copia brushes another touch over his mustache, tilting his head. "But—but it looks rather, eh, dashing, right?" he says quietly, in some quick attempt to reassure himself.

"Feh. To who?" Terzo snarks. "The mousettes in your little shoebox?"

Copia sends a fierce glare down his shoulder. Insulting his rats (as Terzo knew well) was often his final straw. "Brother."

Their Papa sighs: mock-offended. "So you ask my advice just to throw it back in my face, eh?"

"Tha—that isn't—"

"Typical."

"Listen here—!"

"No no no," Terzo grubbles, and sends a choice finger skyward. "I see how it is..."

"Lucifer."

Secondo's heavy footsteps sweep back by the door, joined by the hissing silk of his robes. He swings another clap of his fist to the door. "Seven—"

Terzo pops up from his elbows. "Mind my reach, Brother," he says, batting the cabinet doors against Copia's knees, and drags out the gilded layers of his own robes. "The regalia calls."

Copia baffles at the disorganized toiletries beneath the sink. "Why is it under there—?"

Terzo flashes a wink, grinning crookedly, and smacks a hand on his thigh. "Story for another night, little fool. Now hurry your ass up—Secondo will chop us in pieces."

Case in point, he bangs open the door, his brother's sets of paints brandished in hand, to Secondo's towering leer.

"I'm going, I'm going!" Terzo preens, ducking out of his reach.

Secondo gives up the banter: slops a black cassock over Copia's shoulder, instead, and growls, "Get out."

From the corner, Primo heaves out a dreary breath, finishing his paints with a neat click of lipstick. "The best time of the year," he comments, dryly.

Minutes later find the four straggling into the great hall, lead by Terzo's fawning swagger and mitre-capped bowings. Barely on time, to Secondo's stiff-lipped chagrin—but, thankfully, not late.

#the band ghost #ghost band fanart #ghost band fic #writing #ficlet #if it's not clear already: these four are taking over my brain #they're ridiculous #i love them #chaotic siblings being chaotic #papa i #primo #papa ii #secondo #papa iii #terzo #cardinal copia #drawing

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angellayercake · 4 months

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He is

Vampire Terzo x FReader | NSFW

Art by the wonderful @tasty-ribz

For @ghostchems on her birthday! To be a little bit soppy as much as I love ghost for being ghost it has also brought me some incredible friends. We bonded over loving terzo and love island and now you are my favourite person to scream about awful men with every day. I hope everyone is making you feel a special as Terzo would today because as far as we are concerned yours is the only important birthday happening this month 💜

Now a best selling author thanks to your experience at Crowley Manor you find yourself struggling to muster up inspiration for the sequel. Will returning to the place it all began help you? Or just confirm the none of it was real? A sequel to Cirice Warnings: blood, rough sex, hints of mind control, pinv sex, cunnilingus, lots of dust hehe

With a huff of frustration you scratch out the poor excuse for a sentence and drop your pen. There were more scribbles across the page then there were words and you needed a break or you might end up throwing your note pad across the room. Abandoning your desk you wander over to the window for a distraction from your writer's block. The evening was drawing in, street lights flickering on one by one as people hurried home from their day whether it be work or leisure it was still an unwelcome reminder of your lack of productivity. Turning from the view you scan across the room, your home office, hoping for something to spark your inspiration but your mind remains unhelpfully blank. You ponder just giving up for the day, shutting the door and giving yourself over to your evening but deadlines are approaching and there is still so much to do. With a reluctant determination, you turn to your inspiration board and will it to do its job.

When you had decided to write a follow up to your best selling debut novel, you had carefully gathered all the things you knew you would need to refer to to build the story. There were your photographs from Crowley Manor, newspaper clippings about the house and the area, quotes and key plot points from the original story, a couple of photos of bela lugosi, the closest you can find to how you remember him looking - although you have sketched what you recall of the facepaint he wore over the top with a marker - and in the centre, the note; the only thing you have that proves that it was real. Well, that and the two small scars on your neck. You rub your fingers over them absentmindedly as you try to remember anything more but even as the scars faded, so did your memories to the point where you are not entirely sure any of it was real. Reading over the words again.

A candle casting a faint glow

You and I see eye to eye

Can you hear the thunder?

How can you hear the thunder that's breaking?

Now there is nothing between us

From now our merge is eternal

Can't you see that you're lost?

Can't you see that you're lost without me?

-iii

You hum the tune to yourself, the melody you had only heard once and yet it plays through your dreams so frequently you have never been able to forget it, always accompanied by a dark shadow and the sense that you are being watched. Your experience at Crowley Manor - whether a true encounter with a dashing vampire or a figment of your imagination - had changed your life. You were a writer now; a successful published writer. Your vampire romance novel had been an instant best seller, ‘the mysterious vampire luring in unsuspecting victims until one stole his heart’ earned a loyal fanbase and quickly. In interview after interview you were asked if you had based him on someone real, probably assuming he was an older man you had a crush on, but you always answered no because how could you explain that he was a man you had most likely conjured up in a dream.

But that had all brought you to where you were now; attempting to write the much anticipated sequel. The heroine of your story had left the manor in a similar way to you but after having spent much longer with her vampire lover, and as much as you wanted to see them reunited you were struggling to find the narrative. Unlike you she had been offered forever with him and had chosen to return to her normal life, so without a justified reason, why would she return? Your thought process hits a brick wall once again as you rub your tired eyes. There is only one thing left to try before you may be forced to give up. The familiar pull in your gut that you had been resisting since the day you left was finally winning. You had to go back.

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The gate is rusted and stiff, so you have to push hard to create enough space for you to slip through and even then you almost trip on the piles of rubbish littering the driveway. You step over the buckled historical society sign with a sigh - even they had given up on the place and for some time by the looks of things. Tall weeds were growing through the now sparse gravel, even more windows had been boarded up and there were layers of faded graffiti covering the front door. It is already ajar but you have to shove it open, pushing it past the built up leaves and dust trying to wedge it closed. Although the state of the outside had saddened you, it is the interior that makes your heart sink - it was never nice to see a beautiful old house fall into ruin.

The floorboards still gave their familiar creak under your soft footsteps, but that was about the only similarity. The sconces, once filled with dripping candles were now empty and shrouded in cobwebs, and dust motes thick enough to choke you floated in what little beams of light that made it through the windows. Without the soft piano luring you further into the house you took your time to properly look around, cautiously walking through room after room. What little furniture that hadn’t been stolen or vandalised was covered in dust sheets. The shelving sits almost empty in every room; you pass only a few odd books and trinkets still in place but almost unrecognisable underneath all the grime.

Towards the back of the house you come to what looks like a music room and a feeling of deja vu washes over you. The grand piano still dominates the room, but when you run your fingers across what little keys are left it only lets out reluctant, discordant notes as neglected and decaying as the rest of your surroundings. The fireplace is a yawning chasm on the back wall without the welcoming fire filling it, but you remember laying on the soft rug before it where he had given and taken unimaginable pleasure from you, well at least you thought. Because it was seeming more and more likely you had imagined it. You pull yourself from your thoughts and that is when the portrait catches your eye. How you never noticed it before you don’t understand, but it hangs perfectly above the mantel and crushes the last shreds of hope you were clinging onto.

It is him. His distinctive face paint, his perfectly styled hair and his intense mismatched eyes. At least now you know what really happened on your last visit to this place. Before you had fallen asleep you must have seen this portrait on your last visit, striking as he was and then your mind had concocted the whole fantasy. You are not sure exactly what you had been expecting returning to Crowley Manor, but you couldn’t avoid the cutting disappointment that was slicing through you. All that was here was an empty old house and a painting of a man. With one last longing look you take your leave as you fight the knot of feelings solidifying in your chest. There was nothing else for you here. You reach the foyer where the light of dusk shines around the edges of the open door, illuminating your exit from this house and your return to reality, when you hear it…

We're standing here by the abyss…

That voice. The words were different and even the tune was different, but that voice. There was nothing else it could be but him. The alluring sound drifts down from the upper floor to where you stand and you don’t even try to resist his siren call as your feet carry you towards the grand staircase.

And the world is in flames…

Your footprints disturb the thick layers of dust covering the once grand carpet that leads the way up, but you continue unconcerned by the trail you are leaving in your wake, your only thought finding your way to the source of that beautiful sound.

Two star-crossed lovers reaching out…

It gets clearer as you reach the upper level, but you still haven't quite found him yet. Along the landing are multiple doors that you consider as you walk, but once your eyes land on the ornate double doors at the furthest end you know inherently; that is your destination.

To the beast with many names…

The floorboards creak as you get closer and closer even as you attempt to keep your steps measured and even, but if that didn’t give you away then you are sure your laboured breathing and thundering heartbeat would.

He is. He's the shining and the light without whom I cannot see…

The singing stops when you reach the doors and with barely a brush of your fingertips,they swing open revealing only a dark room within. Your eyes struggle to adjust to the gloom, but even that doesn’t make you hesitate to enter. It is as abandoned as the rest of this cursed house. All the anticipation you had felt soured inside you and tears pricked at your eyes as you circled in the centre of the room taking in the dusty bed and empty fireplace. Your back is turned when a sudden bang startles you, the doors slamming shut. You cry out in fear, turning in an instant and rushing towards them. Pushing and pulling is futile and they will not budge. The knowledge that you are trapped fills you with a shiver as a chill falls over the room.

“My little lamb returns,” he growls in your ear, appearing as if from nowhere. His arms box you in against the door, his white gloves the only part of him you can see. You try to turn, to see him but his body presses close, cold and unyielding as stone behind you. You should do something, anything but fear and lust paralyse you as they tear through you in equal measure.

“You are real,” you barely whisper before his fangs sink into your neck, the sharp shock of pain stealing your consciousness.

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When your eyes flutter open you find it hard to believe you are even in the same room. You are lying in the centre of a four poster bed, propped up against a mountain of airy pillows and as you shift the sheets feel unbelievably soft against your fingers. The heavy drapes are tied to the frame on one side giving you a clear view of the fireplace and the figure silhouetted against it. His back is to you, seemingly unaware that you are now awake so you take your time admiring him.

It is undoubtedly him. His hair is slicked back, familiar in both your memory and in his portrait you had not long discovered. This time he wears a white suit with gold trim that glimmers in the firelight and it is certainly one you have never seen before. He turns in your direction giving you a glimpse of his striking profile still covered in his unusual skull-like face paint. He clears his throat glancing at you and you realise he is also holding a book up to the fire light. Not just any book. That is your book. The one you had written about him. You sit bolt upright but a wave of dizziness stops you from acting any further.

“His touch feels like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. It scares you how much you crave it; how much you want him to keep touching you and to never stop. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest, despite the overwhelming feeling of comfort that has fallen over you.” He smirks as he reads your words back to you with an arrogance that can only come from knowing it was written about him.

“How did you get that?” you hiss at him, the mortification you are experiencing seems to break some of the spell he has over you. He chuckles darkly in response, snapping the book shut and placing it on the nightstand so you can see the very suggestive illustration you had commissioned for the cover clearly.

“You have a way with words, agnellino.” He leans against the bedpost, running his eyes over you and watching how you react just to his presence. “Do you still crave my touch as much as you wrote?” His elongated teeth peek out of his mouth with how wide his smile is, clearly enjoying having this additional power over you. You almost miss not so long ago when you believed he had been a figment of your imagination.

“It’s called creative licence,” you snap back breathlessly, trying your damnedest to keep your composure but you make the mistake of meeting his mismatched eyes and you are pulled under all over again. It’s like he can worm his way into your very soul and convince you of anything he desires.

“Why did you come back?” He looms over you at the end of the bed as he waits for you to answer him. As subtly as you can, you try to sit yourself up to make yourself feel less vulnerable but your limbs are weak and uncooperative.

“I’m writing again,” you start. It is the truth - or at least part of the truth - but you can tell he doesn't believe you, fixing you with his intense stare, waiting for you to be more forthcoming. “Last time I was here it was very… inspiring.”

“I see, I see.” He starts to pace next to the bed, giving you a reprieve and a chance to breathe but you sense it is by no means the end of your interrogation. “Just ‘professional interest’ then?”

“Yes, that is all. I should go.” You try again to sit up and ease yourself off the bed but before your feet can touch the ground he kneels in front of you, blocking you from moving any further.

“Ah ah ah,” he scolds, wagging his finger at you like he was disciplining a wayward child. “You come into my home uninvited - again, I might add.” He leans close enough you can feel the cold radiating from him, his teeth bared threateningly. “I need the truth.” Fear makes you tense but somehow you know he would never really hurt you - at least not in a way you wouldn't enjoy. You start to think his irritation is more directed at your refusal to admit how much you want him rather than the fact you broke into his house. Again.

“You lured me up here! You could have just let me leave.” That thought boosts your confidence just enough to push back. Just a little. He didn't have to reveal himself to you everytime you were here, and yet he did.

“No I couldn't, little lamb,” he whispers, a softness falling over his face. “I could never resist a chance to taste you again.” His attention drops to your feet, helping you out of your shoes before he stands again before you. “Tell me why you are really here.” He had given you your chance to tell him of your own volition, but now you could feel his will influencing you and bringing forth the truth. He eases his jacket from his shoulders, leaving it on the floor where it falls. He makes quick work of his bow tie adding it to the pile of clothes at his feet.

His cuff links go next, freeing him to turn up his sleeves and then his collar sliding one button free at a time until it hangs open. His toned chest is covered in thick dark hair and it's all you can do not to reach out and bury your fingers in it. Even without his vampiric lure, you would struggle to resist him. He crawls over you, forcing you to scoot back onto the bed to make room for him and you find yourself unable to speak as you get lost in his eyes.

“Tell me…” He is intoxicating and you find you no longer have the willpower to resist him. You had forgotten how powerful he was, his presence alone narrowing your mind until all you can think of is him. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but somehow they still won't come.

“Why are you here agnellino, eh?” He holds himself over you, the only thing touching you are the open tails of his shirt, denying you any more until you obey him. “Did you miss me?”

“I wasn’t sure if you were real any more,” you admit reluctantly and his eyes alight at your delayed admission.

“Shall I remind you how real I am?” There is a voice in your mind somewhere telling you to say no, but with every other part of you screaming a resounding yes it is easy to tune out - though you still can’t quite bring yourself to say it. So you nod and he wastes no more time. His dexterous fingers make quick work of your trousers and your underwear, pulling them off you in one swift motion and then he is on you. His strong hand grasps your ankle, pulling you even closer so he can press his lips to your bare skin.

He starts at the sole of your foot, lavishing you with open mouthed kisses and grazes of his dangerous teeth. He seeks out parts of your body you had never even known were sensitive before, whether it was his plush mouth sucking at them or tracing them with his tongue. The curve of your calf, the dip behind your knee and the crease of your inner thigh. His cool breath raises goosebumps across your skin and he chases them with his mouth, only pausing to suck on the beads of blood that bloom where he allows his fangs to nick your skin. The contrasts make you needy for more of his touch, the warm and the cold, the pleasure and the pain. When he eventually reaches your core he ceases all his teasing and devours you, his groans of pleasure vibrating through you as he laps at your entrance and sucks on your clit.

“Every part of you tastes exquisite,” he moans again at your skin as he pulls at the hem of your shirt, allowing himself access to even more of your skin. Your bra is pulled roughly aside so he can latch onto your nipples one after the other. Losing himself in his lust, he pinches them roughly as his teeth make deliberate shallow slices in your cleavage. He suckles at them harshly, milking all the blood he can from such a surface cut.

Eventually he reaches your neck pressing a deceptively gentle kiss to your scar from your last encounter before seeking out the fresher puncture wounds from earlier in the evening. He probes them harshly with his tongue disturbing the newly formed clots enabling him to drink freely from you until he is positively drunk on you.

“You are so warm agnellino,” he moans, reluctantly pulling away from you only to tear off his loose shirt and rip off his trousers. He fits himself back on top of you, desperate to be as close as possible and ruts his aching length against your hip, his mouth latching back onto your neck. He rears back giving you the opportunity to see him for the hunger ridden monster he is, but it only makes you want him more. His face paint is smudged across his face, the once precise lines blurring and blending with what remains of your blood and your juices, and his eyes sparkle with something dangerous that you can't resist. With a snarl he forces your legs wide so he can see all of you, his fingers digging a bruising grip into your soft thighs.

“After tonight you will never again doubt my existence,” he growls as he fucks into you in one long, hard stroke. There is no waiting for you to grow accustomed to him filling you; he just takes you hard, pushing the air from your lungs every time he fills you. He is rough and demanding and you crave every part of this more animalistic side to him. Your blood loss and his body worship have pushed you outside your own body, the pleasure and the pain meeting and blending and pushing you into a euphoria you had never experienced before.

Even as his control was slipping even further away, his cock aimed perfectly, fucking into you in exactly the right place over and over while the drag of him inside your tight heat forced sobs and gasps from both of you. In the state he had you, you knew you would do anything and everything he wanted and if you hadn’t been so light headed, you might have realised that that was exactly what he wanted. He grunts as he pulls you closer, angling your hips just so that he can fuck into you even deeper, your moans of satisfaction harmonising as somehow your pleasure grows stronger than you ever thought possible.

“Has anyone fucked you like this since me, little lamb?” He is panting, hardly able to get his words out, somehow seeming more human even in the midst of his monstrous lust.

“No,” you whine. There is no use denying it, because who could possibly compare to him?

“Bene,” he snarls, a possessive sneer crossing his face. “No one will ever, ever fuck you like me.’ You sob in agreement as the burn in your core grows, bringing you so close. Babbled nonsense falls from your lips. You can only hope he understands how little you need to push you over the edge.

Thankfully something you said must have made sense, because in the next moment his thumb is stroking your clit in time with his ever more frantic thrusts and the wave of your climax begins to crash, sweeping you along in its powerful tide. Your vision greys at the edges and vaguely, somewhere amidst the buzz, you feel him reach his peak just behind you as his thrusts stutter before stilling as he fills you.

Inelegantly he pulls away, landing beside you on the bed. He pulls you to him stroking your hair and dotting your forehead with sweet kisses. Contentment surges through you as you rest against his chest, his lack of heartbeat barely registering.

“You are so very sleepy, little lamb,” he breathes into your hair, and you can only spare a thought to agree as you succumb to the overwhelming pull of sleep.

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The cold and stale morning air lures you from your sleep this time, a much less pleasant awakening than your last. Your whole body aches as you shift and try to take in your surroundings. You are alone. The dawn light spilling through the drapes allows you to see, and the bedroom appears dusty and abandoned, not the cosy boudoir you had experienced last night.

The dusty sheets cling to your clothes as you try to stand but every movement reveals a new bite mark or bruise until you are on your feet. The worst pain though, is the ache in your heart. This should have been expected and yet the fact that he isn't here hurts. Rather than satisfying you, this second encounter only made you yearn more for this terrible, mysterious man. Your only consolation was that now at least, you will have plenty more to write about.

You don't try to call out to him, already knowing how futile that would be, so you look once more around the room, trying hard to commit it all to memory when the night stand catches your attention. A single white rose sits atop a folded piece of paper. You pick them both up, carefully making sure to avoid the sharp thorns and unfold the paper to see that unmistakable handwriting.

We’re standing here by the abyss

And the world is in flames

Two star-crossed lovers reaching out

To the beast with many names

He is

He’s the shining and the light without whom I cannot see

-iii

His words were cryptic as ever but you let it fill you with uncertain hope. Maybe you were the star-crossed lovers? Or maybe not. All you knew for now at least, was that you felt you were still at the very beginning of this story…

…and you couldn't wait to see where it would take you.

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dolceterzo · 1 month

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il museo del sesso

Fandom: Ghost (The Band)

Pairing: Papa Emeritus III x GN!Reader

Genre: Romance - Fluff - Humour

Word Count: 1035

Summary: Reader has had a long day, and Terzo has Secondo's latest newsletter from his travels.

A/N: This is my first ever Ghost fic to see the light of day, and the first fic I've published in over a year. I'm scared, but I figured I'd unleash it into the wilderness! Some Italian terms of endearment are in the feminine, but the actual reader description is gender-neutral. Yes, bad Italian translations are featured - my ancestors are cursing me as I type. Enjoy!

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It had been a long day. Sister Imperator had run you ragged preparing for Terzo’s next assignment, though he would no longer perform the duties bestowed upon him as the anti-pope, being retired meant having other expectations placed upon him instead. You were to accompany him as an international dignitary of sorts, meeting with other congregations within the Ministry’s broader network, building an empire required going beyond Italy, Sweden or Los Angeles… And, after all, Terzo was a popular Papa, no matter how the dismissal from the higher clergy may have looked. Just as Secondo was out there performing ambassadorial duties when he wasn’t in his vineyards, so too would Terzo begin a new chapter.

But that was later. Now? Now you just needed to lie down.

Terzo was already on the bed when you entered your shared living quarters, and he was reading the latest instalment of Secondo’s monthly newsletter - an unusually personal and rather entertaining mailer only the Emeritus brothers were privy to.

To Terzo's great joy, it included a gossip column, specifically for his benefit he was sure, as well as an arts and culture spot. For Primo, there was a horticultural section full of plants and landscapes from wherever Secondo had been, and for Copia, there was a section on animals and literature.

The sound of your arrival has Terzo looking up with a pleased smile, his eyes are bright as he pats the space beside him, his raven hair falling loosely around his forehead. He puts Secondo’s digitally crafted newsletter down, letting the tablet rest on his thighs for a moment.

You waste no time taking him up on the offer, he looked utterly dashing in his glasses, his shirt unbuttoned enough to enjoy a peek of his chest. You loved Terzo in many ways, but seeing him relaxed and enjoying something away from clergy matters was high on your list.

Scooting next to him, you’re mindful of the device. Positioning your head on his torso, your arms locked around his midsection, the instant sensation of his warmth and the weight of his hand on your back has you exhaling with relief.

“Ciao, piccola ucella.” He greets softly, fingers grazing the back of your neck, slowly caressing as he begins to thread his fingers in your hair.

“Ciao, amore.” You hum, eyes closing for a moment, your muscles relaxing with each passing moment.

“Busy day, hm?” He asks with a smile, knowing full well that you would have been giving Imperator a run for her money.

“Si, very busy.” You answer half-heartedly, already well on your way to dozing on him.

You feel the soft rumble of his laughter against your ear, “It seems you’ve already decided on how to remedy this exhaustion, no?” Giving you a gentle squeeze. “Oh absolutely, you’re my favourite cuscino.” You purr, grip tightening as you shiver, trying to draw extra warmth from his body.

He wordlessly puts the tablet on the bedside table and tugs at the blanket draped over the headboard, bringing it down over both of you, making sure you are suitably covered.

“You know, I find it very sweet when you use some of your Italian, tesoro.” He praises, his thumb brushing over the shell of your ear.

His gaze never leaves you, concern and adoration blending into one, though the conversation had been playful, he could see that you were not only physically fried but mentally too.

“Sorry, honey, I’ve interrupted your Secondo monthly.” You mumble, sighing, you wanted to talk to Terzo and enjoy doing something with him, but now your work mode had been switched off everything else was catching up to you.

“Bah, if I cannot cuddle with mia amata, and make sure they are well, then what good is this love we share, hm? It is okay to not always be, switched on, alright? You tell me this quite often, do you not?”

You really cannot argue with him, especially when he speaks to you in that hushed way that few people, if any, ever get to experience.

“I do.” You concede, lifting your head to look at him, your face full of gratitude, your hand cups his cheek, fingertips tracing those lines that make him so handsome to you, watching with a sweet ache in your chest as he closes his eyes and enjoys the sensation.

When he meets your gaze again his lips upturn into a mischievous smile, “Shall I read to you this last section that mio fratello wrote?”

Your expression matches his in excitement, nodding as you immediately plant your head back on his chest, ready to listen to every word.

“Molto bene, prezioso.” He hums, keeping one arm wrapped around you, the other scooping up the tablet and flicking back to the page he had been reading. He clears his throat for dramatic effect, adjusting the glasses on his nose.

Terzo begins, “The weather in Amsterdam was a drizzle, overcast, not too terrible by any means, if a bit glum for such an intriguing visit. Naturalmente, I was invited to il museo del sesso…”

“The sex museum?” You snort, laughter shaking softly through you, positive you understood him correctly.

“Si, si…” Terzo says with a wry smile, continuing. “I was invited to il museo del sesso, and wouldn’t you know it? In the modern and contemporary gallery, they had painted the most squisito portrait of me. Specifically, my “Anno Zero” momento, quite the homage to the Emeritus physique…certainly, they picked the right brother to fully display our prowess, eh, cari fratelli? Needless to say, it was an enjoyable visit.”

Now you’re giggling uncontrollably, whether it was because there was a naked painting of Secondo in Amsterdam’s sex museum, or whether it was because Secondo seemed exceptionally pleased with this fact, you weren’t sure.

“That has to be one of the best instalments yet.” You muse, giggles still bubbling in your tummy.

Terzo relishes the laughter he pulls from you, thankful for his brother’s colourful display of vanity for helping you get rid of some of the day's tension. He laughs too, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, squeezing you gently.

“Yes, my love, I’d say it was too.”

Fin.

Italian Glossary:

Ciao - Hello

Piccola Ucella - Little Bird

Amore - Love

Si - Yes

Cuscino - Cushion/Pillow

Tesoro - Treasure/Honey/Darling

Mia Amata - My Love

Mio Fratello - My Brother

Molto Bene - Very Good/Very Well

Prezioso - Precious

Naturalmente - Naturally

il museo del sesso - The Sex Museum

Squisito - Exquisite

Anno Zero - Year Zero

Momento - Moment

Cari Fratelli - Dear Brothers

#ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo x reader #dolceterzo writing

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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I know this might be a heavy ask (feel free to ignore), but the way you write Terzo brings me so much comfort. I had a really scary experience tonight with a man, I won’t go into detail but he was weird with me on my train journey and then followed me for the most part of my walk home. If you’re ok with it, I would love for you to write how Terzo would comfort his s/o when they get inside their home a little shaken up.

Thank you for everything you write, it’s amazing 🤎

silence

pairing: terzo/reader

summary: reader enters house shaken after being followed on the way home by a man.

i have so much to say in response to this, so there's gonna be a message at the end of this for you, anon, and everyone. i always kind of feel the need to include a message in my fics but this one is gonna be longer. sorry i know i’m typing like im accepting a nobel peace prize or something but this really means a lot to me <3

Do I pretend I’m on the phone? No, I’ll look distracted. Should I go on the other side of the street? That’s too obvious. What if I turned around and walked the other way? No, then we would cross paths, and then he might- Satanas- What do I do?

You strode down the sidewalk at full-speed, adrenaline pumping as you sought to complete your one objection: Make it home.

As you approached your block, you turned the corner rapidly. The sound of the man’s footsteps had quieted down, leaving you in an ominous silence. Was he still following you?

Taking a leap of faith, you counted to three and turned around.

One, Two, Three.

Gone.

You let out an audible sigh of relief.

The train ride home today, typically uneventful, had been a very unpleasant one to say the least. A perverse man sitting near you had taken it upon himself to say some drastically inappropriate things to you, things that made you squeamish and sick to your stomach. Even when you got off the train, gathering your things in a hurry, his harassment didn’t stop. You could hear his persistent pacing behind you for the majority of your walk home.

Things like this came with adulthood, they unfortunately happened to many people.But that didn’t make it any easier. Moments like these made you long for the innocence and naivety you possessed as a child. When strangers weren’t potential harassers, but potential friends. When a man’s smile signified kindness instead of danger. You were so innocent, so blissfully unaware of the cruelties of the world.

You safely made it back home, swiftly unlocking the front door, before entering, slamming it shut, and locking it again.

“Hello-“ Terzo’s lively greeting came to a quick halt when he caught sight of your panicked state.

“What is wrong? What happened?” he questioned, his voice softer than usual.

“I just- on the train ride home this guy was saying things to me, and he was behind me most of the walk home and I was scared he was following me.” You explained.

Terzo, immediately going to protective mode, dashed to the windows and looked outside. “Do you need me to call the police? Should I summon some of the Ghouls, perhaps? They could-”

“It’s okay, Terzo. Thank you. He’s gone.” you assured him wearily.

“Are you positive?”

“Yes.”

Terzo took a deep breath in and out, turning around to face you once again.

“Okay.” he responded. “Come here, lovely.” he cooed, holding his arms out. You eagerly accepted his invitation, melting into his warm embrace as he moved his hands lovingly up and down your back. “Nothing will hurt you when you’re with me. Nothing.” he whispered, gently kissing the side of your head as it was buried in the crook of his neck.

“I just- I feel gross.” You sniffled.

Terzo gently pulled away, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking you in the eyes.

“You? Gross? No, no no, cara mia. What is gross is that imbecile shithead who was saying those things to you. Is there anything you want me to do? To make you feel safe?”

“I just don’t want to be alone.”

“Lucky for you, neither do I.” Terzo smiled, “I never do now that i know you.”

You smiled at his affection, placing your hands on each side of his face before giving him a kiss.

“Want to order dinner? I burnt the spaghetti earlier.” Terzo confessed.

“Terzo- How did you burn spaghetti?”

“I am a culinary talent.”

He actually was, that’s what made it so funny. You and Terzo settled on ordering pizza. Not fancy pizza. The greasy fast food kind that Terzo secretly loved. Despite his efforts to be perceived as a “foodie”, the man secretly loved eating like a teenage boy. It’s a little fun fact about him you thought was very adorable. You two weren’t strangers to 1 am McDonald’s runs or late-night Doordash shenanigans.

“Movie? What do you want to watch?”

“Nothing scary, please.” You laughed.

“Nothing scary it is, then.” He replied.

As you two started a movie, a comforting favorite of yours, and settled on the couch, you took a seat, but were interrupted by Terzo wrapping his arms around your waist and rearranging your position.

“Hey!” You laughed. “What are you-“

Before you could protest, Terzo had snuck behind your spot on the couch, wrapping his arms around you.

He ran his hands up and down your body, in a way you knew wasn’t suggestive, but purely out of affection. He played with your hair, gently scratching your scalp in circular motions the way he knew you liked.

Terzo had a wickedly adorable trick he loved to play on you. Sometimes, when you were laughing at something, Terzo would devilishly tickle you to amplify your laughter even more, eager to hear more of his favorite sound in the world. You knew of this little game, so you often stifled your laughter during funny scenes to avoid his tickling. However, Terzo knew you long enough to recognize even a slight laugh from you when he felt your body jolt even in the slightest.

“I felt that…” he would say ominously before you would beg for mercy, even though you both knew you loved it.

“I didn’t laugh! I swear! I promise!”

Your pleas meant nothing. Before you knew it, you were nearly screaming as Terzo viciously tickled you in all the places he knew were your weak spots.

“No! Stop! Stop! Satan, please, help me!” you squealed through a fit of laughter.

Your struggle resulted in you and Terzo both falling onto the ground.

But he did not stop.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You cried, smiling so hard your face hurt.

“You must pay the price.”

“The-haha- the price for what?”

“For being adorable.”

Eventually you made it back to the couch, stomachs hurting from laughing so hard. And when you cried at a touching scene, he peppered kisses on your face and neck, holding you even tighter than before. You two had laid together for so long, so comfortable in silence with each other, that eventually some other movie had begun playing automatically.

“I love you, cara mia.” He whispered, his breath in your ear sending a warm shiver down your spine and making your eyes grow heavier.

There was no person, no place, nothing in the world who made you feel as safe as you did with Terzo. Safe enough to let go, fall asleep in their arms, without fear of what may happen when you weren’t fully present.

“I love you too.” you whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber in the arms of your lover.

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a little message:

first off- i'm so so so sorry that happened to you. that stuff is so terrifying.. we live in a very scary world full of scary things and scary people and i’m so sorry you had to experience that. you deserve to feel safe.

second off- i can’t ignore this ask. i know this sounds silly, i’m on tumblr writing fanfiction about a satanic band for christ’s sake, i’m not trying to act like some saint, but this is really why i do this. fanfiction has brought me so much comfort throughout my life and given me a safe space. i want to be that for someone else. i wanted so badly to bring this fic to you last night when i first read your request,but i was sleep-deprived and couldn’t finish it, and i didn’t want to rush it. ❤️

finally- thank you for your support and for your kind words. i cannot even describe how happy i am to bring anyone comfort. thank you for trusting me with your experience and for your kindness. i am so honored that you requested this from me. seriously. it made me tear up a little bit.

thank you for reading this.

if you have send me a request, it is coming.

i love you all, stay safe out there❤️

<3, alice

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

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feralghxuls · 9 months

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Veil of Dusk

Rating: T

Pairing: Mountain/Dew. Also featuring Ifrit and Aether (and Zephyr for like, two sentences)

Tags: Dissociation, Emotional hurt/comfort (except he's not actually hurt, he's dissociating), Detailed descriptions of dissociation, Ghoul lore, Non-graphic violence, Polyghouls, Era III, mind chatter

Words: 4050

Summary: Ever since he was summoned, Mountain's had problems remaining present. He dissociates almost constantly, and Dew has figured out how to help ground him when he has particularly bad episodes. This is one such example.

(tagging @forlorn-crows as requested)

They've been on the road for hours by now. By the end of the first hour, Dew had allowed Ifrit to drag him up into the top bunk Aether had claimed, and there he'd stayed, sandwiched between them. Aether had purred happily at their arrival and promptly fallen back asleep, one leg thrown over Dew's hip and an arm reaching across him, snug around Ifrit's waist. Ifrit had nuzzled into Dew's neck and humped lazily at his thigh for a few minutes, but then his soft sighs had turned to snores, and Dew was left awake and alone, surrounded by their purring and snuffling and snoring. He doesn't mind. He likes the warmth and the quiet, when he has the opportunity to let his breathing match with theirs, to study the both of them without interruption and without being caught. He's always been drawn to Ifrit's high cheekbones, the heavy dash of his brows, the sharp squareness of his jaw, the elegant curve of his horns. All of it is such a stark contrast to the light in his warm eyes and his comfortable, easy way of being. And then there's Aether, nearly the opposite: strong bone structure, but a soft jaw, soft eyes, soft lips, even his horns curving close to his head seem gentle.

Dew can stare for a long time. For a few hours, he can occupy himself watching the steady rise and fall of chests, watching heartbeats pulse in veins, listening to the way Aether snores softly and rhythmically, how Ifrit’s are louder and more sporadic, catching every so often. He dozes off a few times, but never for long. Eventually, the comfortable warmth starts to prickle, his muscles start to ache with the need to move. He gets restless. grows damp and sticky, and there’s pressure low in his belly. He has to piss. With little else to occupy him, he can’t ignore it for long.

He starts to wriggle out from between them. Almost immediately, Ifrit, still mostly asleep, clumsily reaches for his face. Dew rolls his eyes and leans forward so that his idly waving hand catches his cheek, and Ifrit immediately smiles, pleased with himself. Dew sighs, a disgruntled gesture that’s part pretense, though he won’t say how much, and lays his hand over Ifrit’s to give it a rudimentary pat. Dew considers slipping away, but his gaze is caught on the soft curve of Ifrit’s mouth, so he leans down to press a begrudging kiss to his forehead, and that stupid, sleepy little smile on Ifrit’s face widens. Dew lingers for a moment more, the corner of his own mouth turning upwards as he watches Ifrit’s expression slowly relax as he drifts off back to sleep. Finally he resumes extracting himself, climbing neatly over Aether, who doesn’t react at all, and dropping silently to the floor.

Instinctively, he scans for Terzo, and ignores the twinge of disappointment in his chest when he doesn’t see him. He does see Zephyr, though, occupying the fold-out table towards the front of the bus, bent over a couple of books and a journal like the nerd he is. Sometimes his work is interesting, but that’s rare enough that it’s not worth listening to him gripe about being interrupted. Dew sniffs at the air; Terzo’s scent comes to him, muted. He must have been in the back room of the bus for a while, then. Probably tending to some boring bullshit. It could be entertaining to go and distract him, after Dew makes use of the tiny bathroom. He grins to himself and makes his way towards it.

He’s not surprised to come across Mountain on his way there, seated on the bench that runs along the side of the bus. He’d caught his scent first, earthy petrichor creeping in at the edge of his senses, but his gaze had drifted right over him at first. Dew has to look a second time and really focus to see him. It’s not that he blends in with the obnoxious diner-red vinyl of the bench; his black abbey uniform is stark against it. It’s that Mountain is unnaturally still, rigid, his eyes unfocused and locked firmly on middle-distance. Dew draws up short in front of him, watching. Even looking at him head-on like this, he seems a little fuzzy at the edges, Dew’s eyes wanting to slip right over him once again.

It’s a long time before Dew sees movement. The very tip of Mountain’s tail, limp beside his ankles, flicks minutely. One claw scratches idly and slowly along the outside seam of his pants, the other draped unmoving in his lap. He’s not even blinking properly. Minutes pass by before he does, and his eyelids only flicker halfway closed. Dew lets out half of a tense breath, concern creeping through his chest. He should have known. He should have checked on Mountain earlier, before it got this bad. Still, he’s probably been like this for most of the bus ride, and it’s going to take a while to bring him back down to earth. He can wait a few more minutes for Dew to deal with him, until after he’s crammed himself into the cupboard they call a bathroom. It’s not like Mountain is aware of time passing, or of Dew standing in front of him anyway.

Mountain hasn’t budged a millimeter when Dew returns. He says his name. Out loud, because he’d learned quickly that trying to use the mental connection between them introduces panic into the situation, and it’s very fucking hard to get Mountain to calm down when he can hardly process what’s going on in the first place. He doesn’t respond to Dew’s voice, nor does he react when Dew waves a hand in front of his face. Dew frowns and snaps his fingers. Once. Twice. On the third snap, Mountain blinks. A real blink, eyes closing all the way, and then they track slowly towards Dew, still unseeing.

Dew sighs and throws a glance back towards the bunk, wishing for a moment he’d never left it, but this is none of their concern. It’s unlikely they’ll notice his absence either, passed out as they are. They’ve probably already closed the gap where Dew had been, and if he tried to return he’d be left struggling to wrench them apart, or settle for being squashed against the wall, or trying not to fall off the edge. After another moment of deliberation, Dew concedes to the fact that he doesn’t get to return to that cozy bunk. He stalls for one more moment, glancing further down the bus towards Zephyr and decides it’s very unlikely that he’ll so much as look up from his books anytime soon. This isn’t the first time Mountain has checked out like this where someone else could see him, but it is the first time that Dew has been in a position to do something about it in front of anyone else. Not that this is exactly in front of Zephyr, not when he’s all the way at the other end of the bus, absorbed in his own task. Still, Dew has to swallow his pride before he leans down, moving Mountain’s arm out of the way to drop into his lap. He casts one last glance towards the front of the bus and firmly decides that he cares far more about fixing Mountain than he does about whatever Zephyr might have to say. If he sees. Which, again, is unlikely.

It’s going to be a while before Mountain responds, as far gone as he is. It’ll be faster with the steady rumbling of Dew’s purr, the louder the better. So he does, stubbornly ignoring the possibility of someone besides Mountain hearing him. He settles down with his ear pressed to Mountain’s chest, taking up his limp hand and threading their fingers together, squeezing it rhythmically while he listens to the dull thudding of Mountain’s heartbeat, the slow breaths in and out of his lungs, slower than if he were sleeping. It would be easy enough to doze off like this, like the dozens of other times Dew has curled up on Mountain for that very purpose. Dew closes his eyes, but stays awake. He listens for a change in the beat of his heart or the pace of his breathing, waiting for the signs that Mountain is starting to come back.

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m0rbidmacabre · 5 months

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Senza Testa Terzo

Summary: Terzo and his brothers are dead - You are called to clean and prep your beloved before his travels to hell, the loss of your beloved Terzo becomes to much and you try to find a way to bring him back from the dead.

Notes: Hey loves, This is a little one-shot requested by my favourite two ghesties and dedicated to them. I love you both dearly, you have my heart. This started as a late night joke, between ghesties.. What would it be like to fuck a headless Terzo? but its turned into something more then that. Its hot, steamy, witty and has a lot of angst. I hope you all enjoy.

Words: 4646

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT, Headless Terzo, Papa Emeritus III, Smut, angsty smut, Angst, Dark, Dark Comedy, Love & Loss, Character Death, Death, Undead, Heavy Petting, Hot Sex, undead papa emeritus, loss of a partner, Established Relationship

Senza Testa Terzo

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It had not been long since the incident, since Terzo and his brothers were all executed. It was a night of horror, a night everyone wanted to forget. All the brothers were executed under the cover of darkness by hooded figures… nobody knew who, or what was responsible. All the siblings knew was that the brothers lost their heads in the fray, everyone had their suspicions, but nothing was done to find the killers. The clergy simply moved on to the next adversary.

You, being the ever-loving sister, rushed to see if you could help in the aftermath of the loss. You wished you hadn’t because the room was filled with blood, the walls covered in your beloved papas remains, and his life force splashed all up the walls of the brothers hide out where they were all peacefully playing Uno together when the terror unfolded. it was a horrific sight that you will never be able rid yourself of, forever carrying the vision of the scarlet spattered walls along with the dismembered remains of the papas that you cared for so dearly. You were going to miss your beloved Terzo, you had been spending a lot of time together before his beheading. You were just beginning to feel the first pangs of love for each other, your lives could have been very different. You imagined your life together vividly, spending nights tucked away in quiet corners of the ministry making love so passionately that Lilith herself would blush at your cries of passion. You wanted to help his passing to hell be as peaceful as possible, so you volunteered to be the one to clean his body and prepare him for the afterlife.

The ghouls moved the bodies of Terzo and his brother quickly, they were moved to the pit of the ministry. A quiet place that nobody ever visited, a place where nobody dare visit because of the stories of ghouls and ghosts. The morgue, you only ended up here if you were dead, but you had willingly put yourself in this position in the name of love for your Terzo. You walked the halls quietly making your way down to prep his body, your grief had taken over your body, leaving you in a haze, all you could think about was how your life together could have been so different to what had transpired. Your love for him was pure and passionate.

When you entered the morgue, it was quiet, dark. You made your way over to the CD player and put on the Type O Negative CD you and Terzo loved to listen to together. You had a fascination with the lead singer Peter Steele and Terzo always indulged you when it came to your listening tastes so you knew he wouldn’t mind that you had the CD for comfort, in fact he probably would have wanted you too. You lit some of the lingering burnt candles and incense and moved over to look at Terzo. He looked peaceful; his eyes had been closed by the ghouls who had brought him here. Even though he was now just a corpse, a headless one at that, he still looked handsome. His papal paints still as perfect as they were at the moment of his death, just with added dashes of blood that mixed into his pure white paints. You began to remove them, wiping away every detail of blood and paint. Cleaning with purpose, you wanted him to look his best, the best he had ever looked for his journey to hell. You began to unbutton his suit, removing it and placing it neatly to the side, ready to be sent to be cleaned. You wanted him to look his best, he had to be in his tight suit, that was pure Terzo. He looked handsome in his robes, but his suit… the thought of him prancing around in his suit made your mouth water. You cleaned down his body, slowly carefully, spending the last touches with him on this earth.

You started to cry, your tears falling and hitting Terzo’s naked corpse, he would not want you this way, he would not want you to cry for him. He would want you to think about the passion you had together, not the idea of death separating you for all eternity. Your mind wonders to a place where it should never have progressed too, but your grief is strong, you want your Terzo back. You start to think about ways you could possibly bring Terzo back, was there a way to bring him back? Would he be the same passionate lover you had before? Would he still be your Terzo?

You then remember a story from a mythical folk lore of the headless horseman – a headless man who came back to avenge his death, he was summoned to do the bidding of an evil old witch under the cover of darkness, she used him as a puppet to do her dirty work, to kill people for her, and all she needed was his skull and witchcraft to bring him back. You started to think maybe it was possible even though this was just folklore, you had been around the ministry long enough to know that anything was possible, folklore tales often were based in truth, but changed by the outside world to make them seem like works of fiction. you could summon him through ritual, you had everything you needed. You could ask the dark lord to grant you time with your beloved, be it permanently, or be it just for a few days… you would take whatever you could get. Just to spend more time with him. There was no escaping his demise in the end, and you knew that, but time… Time meant everything to you. You finished the process of cleaning Terzo and grabbed his suit for cleaning, you dropped it off with the maids before you headed back to your dorm, you needed time to think this through to come up with a plan that would function well enough to bring him back. You sat into the night, reading all the texts you could find about summoning someone who has passed on. The texts made it clear that it never ended well, but you were willing to try, even though it was a very selfish quest. Anything was worth just one more moment with him. You gathered all the things you would need, fresh candles, withered rose petals and incense. It was simple, you had dabbled in magic before your time at the church, but you never fully understood it as most witchcraft was forbidden to lower ranking members, and you understood why. It took years of practice to perfect. By the time you decided to try and sleep the sun was beginning to make its way up the horizon, but it had been nearly 24 hours since you last slept. You lay your head down and your thoughts were running a million miles an hour, you settled them by humming Type o negative to yourself as you finally fell into a slumber.

You woke up at mid-day, the sun filling your room as you hissed at how much the light hurt your tired eyes. You could have easily slept for a week, but you woke up with purpose. Tonight was the night. You were going to bring your Papa back to life, not to kill or hurt others. But to just spend more time together. You felt selfish, but you knew Terzo would understand and hell he would probably love the idea of you fucking his headless body. The thought made you giggle, it sounded so far-fetched, so out there...

You pulled yourself out of your pit, getting yourself dressed and ready for the day and headed to the laundry room to collect Terzos freshly cleaned and ironed suit. It didn’t take long for you to get there.

“Hey, I’m here to collect Terzo’s suit. I brought it to be cleaned last night”. You said to the sister behind the counter that gave you a smile, a look of worry on her face, a look of how she pitted you for what you were going through. The whole clergy probably knew by now that you had asked to be the one to prep his body, to make sure he looked his absolute best. You were proud, strong and she was looking at you like you were weak, you gave her a forced smile, just to make sure she would leave you alone and she obliged and returned the freshly pressed suit to you without a word. The cotton and silk felt the softest they had ever felt. You ran your hands over them and remembered how it felt to have this suit pressed against your naked body in the heat of the moment. Your cheeks flushed red at the thought of it. It never took much for your want for Terzo to build. The slightest thing he would do would have you pawing at him like some needy animal, and he always knew how to fix your wanting. He could keep you humming and cumming all night long until your body had reached its sensory limit.

You return to the room where you are prepping Terzo, and you spent most of the day getting him dressed into his fresh suit and reapplying his paints to perfection. You spent the best part of two hours just trying to get the shapes of his make up perfect. It was a slow process with brush and paints, but you had spent so long running your fingers over the lines of his make up in tender moments that you did not struggle to remember each line at all. you thought it looked better than ever by the time you had finished, and you knew he would be proud.

You sat looking at him when you had finished, he looked so alive, so peaceful. You sat with your hand on his chest for a moment, thinking about the choice you have made. It did not matter if it was right or wrong, you wanted your love, you wanted him in your arms. You set about lighting the candles, placing them in a circle around him, lit the incense and sat back down with your hands on his chest. You took a deep breath and said the words to grant him back to you, your wants, your needs. Begging lucifer to be kind and grant you your love back on this earth. As your tears fell you leaned in and kissed Terzo on the lips, he was cold… lifeless but you hoped the devil would grant your wish. You blew out the candles, leaving a single black candle burning and took one last look at him and returned to your dorm. Your heart was broken, and you could not help but feel that was your last goodbye to him. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and watched the moon as it hung low in the sky, the stars lulling to you back to your dreams where you could be with him again.

The next morning you awoke and went down to breakfast in the abbey as you normally would, you sat with your friends who where all laughing and joking as if nothing had happened, All the papa’s had been killed in cold blood and everyone was just moving on as if nothing happened. You looked to the head table; their chairs sat empty while the rest of the higher clergy sat eating breakfast. None of them looked to be in pain, none of them looked to be missing any of them. You picked up your breakfast and walked out of the room. “Too Hell with those fuckers” you thought to yourself and walked your way down to Terzo, you had finished prepping him by now. He was ready, but you were not. You wanted to see if anything had changed, if the spell had worked, if Lucifer had granted you your wish.

You opened the door and walked around the room; it was pitch black. You lit the candles that remained from the evening before and walked over to the CD player and switched on the same old type o negative CD. While you were shuffling around trying to get yourself settled you could hear mumbling, not sure of what it was... you just continued. “Fucking Rats, they get everywhere,” you thought to yourself. You turned around and walked back to your seat by Terzo, sitting down and getting yourself ready for another full day of looking after him. When you hear “amore, per favore”

You looked down at Terzo. He was looking back at you. You stood to your feet in shock. “Love, help” he uttered at you again. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, you couldn’t take your eyes from Terzo but you also couldn’t say anything. Your shock was clear and Terzo could see it.

“Terzo, you’re alive?” you asked, just wanted to make sure you were not dreaming, the room spinning... you were unable to fully focus.

“Was I dead?... Wait, did you?” Terzo looked at you the shock in his eyes sending ripples of dread through your body. you replied “Yes, I did my love...” you did not need to say anything else. You moved back towards him and sat down in your seat, you were fully convinced that what was in front of you was Terzo, was your Terzo and not some ghoul from the pit playing tricks on you. You didn’t want to spook him with the horrors of his death if he didn’t already know about them, but it wasn’t long until Terzo started asking questions “How did I die…? Did I die fucking you? Cause that’s how I wanted to go” You scoffed out a laugh at his reply, it was the first time you had laughed since his passing, and you could hardly believe that he was in front of you, that the dark lord had granted you more time.

“There was an incident, with you and your brothers… Well, they are all gone Terzo. I am sorry my love. Don’t you remember?” He was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to understand or remember what happened to them. “I don’t remember…but if I’m no longer papa, then I’ve been replaced? My brothers?” you could see the distress in his eyes as leaned over him to kiss his gloved hand. “You do not need to be Papa, my love, for anyone to love you, you are perfect as you are. you needn’t think about all this for now. I do not know how much time the dark lord has given us together. Let us just try and live for us, right now.” You reassure him, trying to pull him out of his own mind and back to you.

“Si, Si your right. I should thank you, thank you for giving me back a little of such beauty. Giving me back to you, mi amore, but would you mind helping me move from in here, it stinks worse than the men’s toilet’s on the main floor of the ministry.”

You chuckle at him and nod in agreement. Grabbing his arms, you help his body to its feet.

“So… I lost my head...” He laughed “you did an excellent job on that suit, it looks crisp... beautiful amore. Almost looks tighter than before. Turn me around I want to see my ass.” he looked at you, as he was looking at his body standing in front of him.

You smile at him “Terzo, do you think of anything other than how good you look?”

“You amore… I think of how good you look”. He sweetly adds with a menacing grin.

“Do you think we should wait? Where should we go? You shouldn’t be seen… if you were, it would cause a riot... If you weren’t a prowler before, you're now a headless one, and I’m pretty sure some of the sisters would lose their own heads if they saw you like this”.

“Si, that is true. I am a hot lover… that is what I am known for, I’m sure half of the sisters are distraught... But you, my love... Give me life.” He chuckles.

“We could move under the cover of darkness... We could go to your dorm amore? I’m sure nobody would bother a grieving lover of Terzo.” He smiles at you with that sexy smirk on his face.

“Ok, we wait.” You nod trying to be serious and not to acknowledge his looks at you. You could tell he was already undressing you with his eyes, he used to look at you this way during midnight mass.

“When were we last alone like this? The night before my death?” he says to you.

You nod at him with a small smile, recalling rolling around in his bed all night until the sun came up. It was the most amazing night of hot sex, as it always was with Terzo.

“I remember you kissing me all the way down to my thighs and then doing that thing with your tongue… you know… that thing I love.”

You blush at him, your face turning a shade of pink. “Ahemmm” you answer him.

He moves and sits down next to his head; you help him by steadying his arm. “Should we, while we wait? I’d love to see you sucking my cock from a different angle…” he smiles at you, being dead serious in his proposition, his arm pushing you slightly.

You blush, giving him a sultry smirk and never being one to refuse your papa you oblige him. Your mouth watering at the thought of him being in your mouth.

You move closer to him, placing your hands on his thighs and running your hands along them as you kneel in front of him. You turn to look at him as you move your hands to his crotch and unzip his pants. Pulling him free, you see him watching your every move from the side stand where his head is placed, as his cock twitches in your hand... Your warm hands bringing his cock back from its placid sleep. You lick your hand, giving it all the warm spit you could and placed your hands around him, moving slowly and giving him everything you have, keeping your gaze fixed on him.

“Amore, you look so good from here” He eggs you on as you drop your head and lick the tip of his cock. He moans “seeing you like this, I can hardly control myself” you hum around him, circling your tongue before taking him deep into your mouth. You keep the pace fast and rough, letting out all of your built-up energy from the last few days of hell. It isn’t long until you taste his pre-cum in your mouth. You stop and look at him a trail of spit dangling from your chin. “You are some Jezebel sent from the depths of hell, not only did you drag me back from the pit but you're making me pay for it aren’t you, you naughty girl” he smiles at you. It isn’t long until Terzo’s warm seed spills into your mouth, giving you his essence, you crave. You swallow and give him a look that says you crave him more then he could possibly understand.

“Amore, that was amazing...” he says to you, “seeing you making me come undone from over here, amazing.”

You smile at him, your face red from lust and clean yourself up, wiping your face and dabbing it dry.

“I think it’s time we move…” you say to him with a smile, clocking the fact that it was now after dinner time, and everyone would most likely be back in their dorms... Safe and Sound. “How would you like to do this?” you ask him not wanting to just pick up his head and walk off into the night with it.

“A blanket, wrap me in a blanket and give my head... I will carry it. You will be able to guide me, si?”

You nod agreeing that this would probably be the best way to achieve the optimal come. You find a blanket fairly quickly in the stores of the room, it was normally used to cover a body when it was too badly damaged to verify who it was, but Terzo didn’t seem to mind, so nether did you.

You wrap his shoulders in the blanket. One of Terzos hands kept tight hold of the blanket and you passed him his head, tucking it under his arm. Almost comically looking like something out of a horror movie, you smile at him. “Are you ready?” You say to him.

“Yes, yes... Let’s go” he says to you with a smile.

You open the door of the room with a big sigh, this was going to be far from easy, but you know the rewards were greater when you got back to your dorm together. You put your arm around him and guide him through the ministry making sure to stick to dark corridors and passages that were rarely used. It paid off, you didn’t see a soul in sight. You both make It back to your dorm in one piece, you unlock your door and push the hard wooden door open. Helping Terzo over to your bed, he lays down and placing his head on the bedside table.

“Come here amore, let me hold you”.

You tuck yourself up in his arms, a big smile appearing on both of your faces as you feel him around you and his arms keeping tight hold of you.

“I don’t know how much longer I have amore; we should enjoy tonight together.” He whispers to you, not wanting to upset but also not wanting to waste time.

You smile back trying to keep a brave face on the subject, but inside you were desperately hoping that he would never leave you again. Sure, his head wasn’t attached to his body... But you were sure you could fix that; you had always been handy with a sewing needle.

“What are you thinking?” he asked after a few moments silence. “Oh, nothing...” you say with a sad smile. “I just don’t want you to leave again, being here without you. Well, it wasn’t nice”.

“Amore, if the dark lord calls me home again, you know I will be with you always.” He pulls you in tighter.

“I know, I will just miss our time together, I will just miss our laughter. Before I felt like I would never smile again, and now I’m here with you, well I don’t wanna lose that again” you whimper out.

“You will smile, for me. You will carry on, for me…” he smiles at you, reassuring you that even if this comes to an end... You will still have your memories together and his message was clear that you would be strong enough to move on from this, but you knew Terzo will Always have your heart. It gave you comfort.

“Amore, undress for me,” he asks you.

You pull yourself from the bed and stand next to it, slowly removing your clothes from the day, the clothes falling like leaves in the autumn wind. You take your time, making sure that your Papa is pleased with you. You stand in your panties and bra and give him a huge smile. “You look so beautiful, a picture of life. Underwear please” he smiles at you again knowing full well that you knew where this was going. You reach around, unclasping your bra, your boobs springing them from their confines, their freedom sparking slight pleasure from your body. Terzo groans at you almost like a wild animal as you hook your fingers in your panties and drop them to the floor. You stand naked as the day you were born, your face and body flushed pink with your excitement. “Come here my love” he asks as you climb over him, placing yourself over his body, on all fours. You begin to unbutton his shirts, each button revealing a little more of his perfect body to you. He didn’t have muscles that were overly prominent, but it was clear that touring had been kind to him. You enjoyed every second, every button you undid giving you wetness between your legs. Once you had finished his shirt you move to his pants and without a second thought you were both naked.

You still hovered over his headless body, kissing down his chest just like you knew he loved. Taking extra care of his nipples, taking them in your mouth and biting slightly making sure that they respond to your touch, making them more sensitive to you. Terzo moans as you suckle softly on them, leaving little nips all over his chest.

“Amore, would you play with yourself for me?” he asks you, without even a thought at his question you move your hands to your core. Spreading yourself open and gathering your own wetness you place a finger inside yourself. Moaning at your own touch, you circle your clit with your thumb as you fuck yourself with your fingers. Writhing and moaning on top of him as you pleasure yourself. Terzos cock was hard and pressing into your belly as you moved. You could feel his pre-cum forming again, and it was currently being spread all over your hot stomach as you writhed on top of him. Pleasuring your own every sensation.

“Do you want me amore? Do you want to fuck your Papa?” he moans at you.

“Yes Terzo, Papa... I want you” you whisper through heated breaths.

“Then fuck me Principessa”

You line yourself up on top of him, his cock feeling solid in your hand as you lower yourself down onto him. Taking all of him as deep as your body allows, you shuffle your body around him finding a comfortable position. Pulling your knees tight to his body and pushing yourself back a little, allowing you to take all of him as deep as you can go and feeling his cock pressing on your sweet spot. You moan, your animal instinct kicking in. “Take me amore, take what you need” he says to you as he grabs your hips to steady you. You begin to move, steady at first making sure to savour the moment of feeling him inside you but it isn’t long until you start finding a rhythm. Your orgasm building, Terzo moans at how your body is reacting to him. It’s only been a few days since your last night together, but you missed this so much. You just fit together like a jigsaw, and Terzo was always willing to let you be selfish in chasing your own orgasm. All he wanted was to please you, and he would do anything to achieve it. Your core began tightening around him as you you start to move faster… harder.. Working together to keep the pace, as you wither and moan on top of him. You can feel yourself reaching your limit, your body ready to come undone.

“Terzo, baby...” you moan at him.

“Let go amore, let me feel you cum for me” he says to you almost breathlessly and with those words, you let go of the world around you both. Falling on top of him, your head resting on his chest, you take a moment. Just to be together, Terzo wrapping his arms around you to make you feel loved, safe... His embrace was all you needed. You hear him whisper to you as you drift away to sleep “Im with you always amore, rest now”

#the band ghost #ghost fandom #ghost #ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #ao3 fanfic #fanfic #terzo x reader #established relationship #papa emeritus iii #terzo emeritus #papa terzo #ghost terzo #terzo my beloved #dark comedy

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anamelessfool · 4 months

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 3

GEN (Ch 2 Here) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, The ghoul names are all messed up sorry it is for plot purposes, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 3 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

The wedding ceremony of Terzo's impossible older brother commences. There is at least one person up there who he feels truly loves him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wishes their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

There was a row of guests in the Sanctum that stood out from the others, their necks craned upwards at the rafters, holding purses and adjusting ties. They looked lost, tourists let loose from their guide. Midst the formal vestments, headwear and honor cords was a dozen people dressed as best as they could be in ordinary suits and cocktail dresses. Most of them with expressions of polite confusion stamped across their faces.

“Bride's family,” Terzo explained to Omega as the two of them slipped in at the very last moment.

THEY HAVE NO IDEA. The ghoul gave an amused snort.

“They got this far, they have some idea,” Terzo replied. “Maybe not about what you are, but I'm thankful that's not my job. However—” Terzo gave a final once-over of his ghoul. As the clergy was dressed to the nines in all of their awards and marks of station, so were the ghouls. They each wore a black and silver suit with a dashing military half-cape, Secondo's ghouls with green silk lining, Terzo’s with violet. Terzo fixed the ornate silver buckle on the strap that stretched across Omega’s chest, tracing down the buttons of the jacket with a lingering finger.

Omega caught Terzo’s hand in his, an aura of soft affection pooling at his feet. LAST NIGHT WAS NICE. To no one’s surprise (had anyone known at all) they made up quickly after Terzo’s embarrassing attempt at offering his love a gift. Despite this, Terzo still felt a shade of shame. Omega had given him the most tender confession. A present Terzo half-picked out with an assistant in the last ten minutes of a workday was simply not enough.

Terzo looked shyly at the floor. “Not too loud,” he muttered with a smirk. “And you’ve forgotten this morning already? For shame. Now, one more thing, of course.”

The ghoul dutifully bent forward and Terzo adorned him with the finishing touches courtesy of the bride, a voluminous flower crown. “Not very Satanic but…I think it's a nice touch,” said Terzo, watching Omega go almost cross-eyed trying to look at the crown on his own head. “You'll do well.”

I’LL HONOR YOU. Omega was tasked with taking the lead on organizing the music, considering Terzo would be busy as a family member. With one last tender touch of their fingers, the ghoul took his leave.

That left Terzo to walk down the aisle himself to wish the couple well.

How many eyes followed him? How many heads turned, leaned towards their neighbor and whispered? He didn't want to pick out his conquests from the crowd, but it was easy to find at least one sibling in his periphery that knew him in a Biblical sense at one point.

If he realized how much more people would stare at him now that he was Papa Elect, would he have been a bit more careful? Maybe. That was always the problem for Future Terzo, but that version of himself was now colliding with the Present.

He could always count on Copia to provide him with a sincere dopey smile or weak wave but even he was lost in his own head. Sitting on the organ bench, gripping the wood, a too large floral boutineer pinned to his coat. Today's rigidness hinted at his desire for perfection.

At the end of the aisle an equally adorned Sister of Sin presented Terzo with a silk ribbon. He took it from her and faced the two figures standing just before the altar. Papa Emeritus II, his brother Maestro Secondo. The Provider of the Satanic Church of the Void. The virtuoso artist, the stoic magician, the ruthless climber. The relentless Will of Authority. But his brother, just the same. His difficult, impossible brother.

Beside him was his future wife Sandra, the nurse from the Infirmary. She was equally accomplished as a medical professional, researcher, fourth generation heir to her family’s memorial home in the real world beyond the Ministry. The mother of Papa’s child. Their left hands were clasped as one. All along their arms were a dozen or so ribbons tying them together.

Terzo looked into the eyes of Papa Emeritus II. For once, Papa had an expression that was more distant than disappointed.

“Terzo,” said his brother.

Papa Emeritus II wore his grand vestments on his wedding day, but his miter was humbly staged on the Papal throne nearby. Today he was merely Secondo, yet his pitted face kept its stormy severity. He chose to wear his skull visage, and the pair looked more like a painting of Death and the Maiden than anything else. Death and the Maiden, handfasted together.

The bride Sister Sandra was in a bright emerald green dress like soft clouds of fluffy tulle. Her freckled shoulders were bare. Her thick, platinum blonde hair started with a neat headband and then fell in a heavy swoop down her back. She had a bubbly, proud smile as she stood across from Secondo, the ties going up her thin arm.

Terzo gave a formal little bow and leaned forward to tie his ribbon around the couple’s arms. “Satana li fa e poi li accoppia.”

Secondo presented him with a noble nod of recognition, and Sandra smiled broadly. “Thank you for coming, Terzo,” she said.

Behind her on the altar was Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother. The Officiant. She was cloaked in her usual nest of transparent veils but even obscured by that Terzo could feel her eyes on him. Could feel her scowl of contempt.

Terzo scanned the Sanctum and his eyes rested on the one seat left for him—the front row, next to his father who was waving and grinning ear to ear. He bounced Secondo and Sandra’s baby son on his knees. Terzo smiled painfully. Best seat in the house.

“He's too smiley,” Terzo said as he sat down. The child immediately lunged for the Grucifix pendant on his vestments, but was stopped by Nihil’s firm grip on his body. His little mouth stretched open, a crooked jack-o'-lantern grin. Terzo didn't settle in, choosing to stare at the child, waiting. Baby Paul’s new game was to bite people and laugh at their reaction. “Why is Secondo’s kid so smiley?”

“Apparently you were smiley. They say he looks like you,” Nihil chuckled.

“Looks like me? What is that supposed to mean?” He watched his nephew stare at the flickering light on the walls from the stained glass and drool. “I had nothing to do with this.” He sneered. “Perhaps it's because he’s not bald, haha!”

Copia spun around on the organ bench and the music began, the colors of sound pealing beautifully out in all directions, the entire building shaking from the sleeping giant built within its walls. Little Paul shrieked nonsensically and took the opportunity to grab his grandfather by the throat and pull him in for an attempted bite.

Nihil was almost misty eyed as the ceremony began.“I didn't expect my boys to be the marrying type,” he said, untangling himself from the child’s tiny jaws. “Primo, maybe.”

Terzo watched Secondo help his bride organize the puffy tulle of her dress as best as he could with their arms tied together. Sandra laughed, a sparkling sound. “Especially not to that one,” muttered Terzo.

“At their core they're the same.”

Terzo found himself staring in Omega's direction. The ghoul was seated on a stool near the choir box, resting on his acoustic guitar. The ease in which he sat settled Terzo. Both beings had a strong air of confidence. But to Terzo, Omega’s confidence came from actual competency. His relaxed, strong presence came from him existing perfectly in his element, not some sort of smokescreen.

Omega noticed Terzo’s stare and met his gaze. He very softly, teasingly brushed a finger across the neck of his guitar, ending at its shoulder with circular strokes. Terzo swallowed, a thrill coursing through him.

There was at least one person up there who he felt truly loved him, unbelievably enough. And for an instant Terzo wished their bond didn't exist in the shadows.

“And though tides change and love may fade,” Sister intoned, her speech fading in and out of Terzo’s focus, “May your respect for the domain of the other hold fast, for the sake of your honor and the sake of your progeny…”

“I've always been a wanderer,” said Nihil suddenly in Terzo’s ear. “Can't help nature. You and I are alike like that.”

“I thought I took after the baby,” said Terzo. “Make up your mind, old man.”

The organ music swelled, filling the air with swirls of meticulously played noise.

“Ah! That's my cue!” Nihil stood up so suddenly his knees cracked. He twisted at the waist and dropped his grandson into Terzo’s arms.

“Hey—what?!” Terzo yelped over the organ interlude, catching the baby just in time.

Terzo had spent most of his life expertly avoiding events he did not want to attend. Now he was stuck and very much in public view. The only thing he could do was watch, and as he watched he assessed, just like everyone around him. Events one was required to attend made one imagine their own selves in the scenario, Terzo included. And as he watched Sister and Nihil drone on and participated in the endless kneeling and standing he made his own conclusions. I don't want this.

Secondo and Sandra’s left arms were fully tied together, a tangle of dozens of colorful ribbons placed one by one. At the end of the ceremony the Dark Mother would present the groom with an athame, and he would cut through all of the ribbons and that would be the end. The physical tie would fall to the floor, but the tie of souls would be upheld. Forever.

Maybe I want some of this. Maybe just a little.

Was that why the most simple act of giving a gift to his ghoul make his mind go to pieces? His Will scatter to the winds? Choice leered at him. Permanence haunted him.

Secondo dutifully took the athame from Sister. The congregation watched the ties fall, one by one. The many physical ties transmuted into one impenetrable, astral bond. They were beholden no longer to the will of those around them. The couple stood together, withstanding the entire world.

Us versus the entire world. Not just me. Us.

Terzo felt a sharp jab across his hand and he yelped, gripping the child in his arms. “Agh! Patatino!”

Little Paul gnashed his teeth, letting out a loud, wild cackle.

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ramblingoak · 5 months

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May we have some regency copia please? 😊😊😊

Alright so this one takes place alongside the regency Terzo fics I did. I actually have somewhat vague plans for all of the brothers it's just a matter of you know...getting the time to actually work on them 😩.

I don't have anything written for this yet but my plans for Copia were to have him be kind of a longer from his family? The black sheep basically. He has a smaller (compared to his brothers) estate he moves to and the Reader is hired on as possibly a housekeeper or something? Or maybe he just runs into you in town at the shop you work at.

BUT Copia is very dashing and handsome in his immaculate Victorian clothes (especially his riding pants I'M NOT SORRY). I was thinking maybe you run into each other during a rain storm while you're walking home from your shop and he gives you his coat and makes sure you get home ok. Obviously oh no the rain is making his clothes stick to him and his hair his plastered to his head and yeah he just looks very very nice.

More plot TBD xD

#i love all my au's equally #gonna sit back with some hot cocoa and think of rain soaked copia now #i hope to get to this soonish?? because i really want to write more regency stuff #copia x reader #copia fanfiction

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dantesunbreaker · 8 months

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Hi!!! May I have the papas with a reader who drives a motorcycle!! Like one of those cool, fast ones!!! Love you’re writing

Papas with a Reader with a Motorcycle(Headcanons)

Nothing too NSFW, but Terzo's does get a little spicy with

Primo

There was a time Primo enjoyed riding his own fast motorcycle. Those days have long past however

But, he will occasionally join you for a ride on the back of your own bike

Only if it is a short ride. Old man can only hold on for so long before getting tired

Fully supports you though

Gets a bit of a leather kink if you ever show up in his gardens in a leather jacket, helmet tucked under your arm

Will also make sure that you always have proper protective gear. Last thing he wants is for you to get severely hurt due to a lack of proper safety precautions

Secondo

Seems the type that even if he didn’t already have a motorcycle, once he saw you on one, he would get his own

It becomes a thing for you to go on rides together

Often times you will take long road trips and have beautiful little dinners wherever it takes you

Strict about making sure you have the proper gear as well

But also makes sure whatever gear you have looks sexy

Gets fine tailored leather jackets for you both and customized helmets

Just don’t ever try to get him to ride on the back of your bike, it will make him grouchy

Terzo

Overdramtically swoons the first time you ride up on your motorcycle

He knew you were hot, but not THAT hot

Always want you to take him around on the back of your bike, it makes him feel like a princess

Sometimes though he is too much of a distraction

Terzo stays wrapped tightly around your waist and well sometimes you can feel a little something poking you(or a big something)

When that happens it’s a mad dash to find the nearest place to pull over and find some seclusion

Copia

Is both excited and terrified of the idea of getting on your bike

But after you reassure him many times that it is safe, he will let you drive him around on your motorcycle

Eventually Copia gets to a point he really enjoys it, loving to feel the wind all around him

It becomes a little bit of a stress relief activity for him on nights he works too hard

You will take him out for a late night drive and go have a nice dinner at some little hole in the wall restaurant

After some time has passed, Copia absolutely approaches you with the idea of making little pouches so that his rats can go on your rides as well

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #primo x reader #secondo x reader #terzo x reader #copia x reader #headcanons #ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus fanfiction #answers #asks

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alastors-radioshow · 6 months

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Happy Halloween!

Enjoy some unedited pictures from the mini photoshoot I had earlier~

This is my Halloween costume this year, and I have absolutely zero regrets. I'm neck deep in the Ghost fandom, and has added Terzo to my ever growing collection of cosplays. uwu

I know a few people who're very unwell/pos about this cosplay, so here. Have it on your dash as well~ uwu

#alastors-radioshow #::Out Of Jambalaya::#OOC #::The Manager Speaks::#Happy Halloween #ghost #the band ghost #the ghost project #terzo #papa terzo #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus the third #papa emeritus iii cosplay #terzo cosplay #the band ghost cosplay #ghost bc #May be reblogged!

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i-fondued · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Sinners in Secret | Chapter Two - The Chapel Incident

Chapter Two - The Chapel Incident

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin x Papa “Terzo” Emeritus III

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: masturbation, spitting, threesome fantacies, fingering, and google translate italian again

A/N: I HOPE YOU ARE ALL HAPPY CAUSE THIS ONE IS TURNING INTO A STORY WITH PLOT LOL, please leave comments to encourage me not that I need it most time ehehehe

Chapter One can be found HERE

AO3 link can be found HERE

I did not sleep soundly that night. Oh no. I had the most vivid and filthy dreams about the two men with mismatched eyes and predatory gazes. The sounds of the other siblings moving around outside my door caused me to sigh and pull the covers over my head. Maybe if I didn’t come out of my room nobody would notice? There was a gentle knock on my door, dashing my plans for pretending I was dead.

“Yes?” I called, slipping from bed and pulling on my robe before opening the door. One of the junior Sisters of Sin was standing in front of my door and looked slightly shocked by me. Between the previous night activities and lack of sleep I’m sure I looked frightful to the young woman. “What is it?”

“C-cardinal Copia was asking for someone to fetch you, he said he needed to see you about some translation errors.” Her eyes looked back and forth between my face and my neck. Quickly I slapped my hand over the edge of the bite mark Copia had left, knowing it must be purple and ugly, and blushed furiously.

“Thank you, Sister. Please let the Cardinal know I will be right with him once I get ready for the day.” I said before all but slamming the door in her face. I rubbed at my face, leaning against the door for the second time in less than twenty four hours.

I hurried to get ready for the day, taking the time to shower and wash my hair thoroughly. I felt like I smelled like sex and sin, as hilarious as that seemed considering I was a Sister of Sin . In my tiny en-suite bathroom, which was the only perk of being a senior member of the siblings in my eyes, wiped my hand over the foggy mirror and stared at my reflection. At the point where my neck and shoulder muscles met was a welt, teeth marks bruised into the skin. I ran my fingers over the spot with a shudder and sighed, knowing there wasn’t much I could do about it now. I pulled my hair back and braided it so it wouldn’t tangle in my habit during the day and got dressed quickly. I slipped out of my room, trying to draw as little attention to myself as I hurried down to Copia’s office.

…

Softly I knocked on the door, knuckles tapping on the wood.

“Come in.” Copia’s voice called out and I opened his door with a smile. I saw him looming over his desk, scribbling something fiercely before looking up to me, his face softened instantly. “Ah, buongiorno Sorella.”

“Good morning, Cardinal.” I smiled warmly at him, shutting the door behind me and coming to him. He was leaning against the desk, arms open for me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me and kissed my temple. “How are you? One of the sisters said you needed to see me about translations.”

“Ah, yes. That was a little lie.” He smiled sheepishly, hands settling on my waist. “I wanted to see you before you started your duties this morning. I wanted to make sure you were okay after last night. I, well…I got ah…portato via, you know…carried away.”

I looked at his face, a slight blush on his cheeks, and I cupped his cheek softly. I could tell he was embarrassed, worried about my reaction.

“Copia, I was perfectly pleased with everything that happened last night.” I spoke with my eyes locked with his, he was squirming slightly so I grabbed both sides of his face to make him look at me. “I’m serious, Copia. You would know if I wasn’t okay with anything.”

“Bene bene I just want to be sure…” He sighed, taking his biretta off and placing it on the desk. I stepped away from him as he flopped into his desk chair, patting his thighs for me to come and sit.

I sat down in his lap, his strong thighs under me as I curled up in the chair with him. I rested my head against his chest as he rubbed my back softly, neither one of us speaking but settled in the comfort of each other. Slowly, Copia’s hands became more exploratory and heated. His hands ran across my thighs and I let my legs part slowly, content to let his hands wander as they desired.

“Bella…” Copia whispered in my ear and I couldn’t help the shudder that shot down my spine as his mustache tickled the shell of my ear. “You have been such a good girl.”

I felt him pull his glove off, his hand wandering up the hem of my robes and caressing my inner thighs. My breath hitched as his fingers gently brushed against my mound, cupping it in his warm hands over my underwear. I arched forward and my hips rolled against him as heat bloomed in my belly. My head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, the angle of my body not exactly comfortable but I wasn’t going to complain as he touched me. My heartbeat ticked up as he brushed aside the thin cotton separating our skin; I gasped and buried my face in his neck, breathing in the spicy scent of his aftershave.

“Lascia che ti ricompensi…” Copia’s voice was rumbling in his chest as his fingers began sliding up and down my wet slit, hips rutting against him as I muffled my moans into his neck.

“Copia…” I gasped his name, my hand coming up to cup his cheek. He turned to be able to press soft kisses to my face and neck and whisper dirty things in English and Italian in my ear.

His fingers teased me, plucking the right strings to bring me to the edge of pleasure but not tip me over. I was panting in his lap, my hand gripping his thigh and digging my nails into the fabric of his trousers. I could feel his hard cock under my ass as I writhed against him, his own hips grinding against me. Slowly two of his fingers slid inside of me, stretching and teasing me as he curled them.

“Sei cosi bagnata per me, Principessa…” He chuckled in my ear, beginning to thrust his fingers into me earnestly now. “I want you to look at me when you come.”

I was close, I could feel my cunt clenching against his fingers as he teased me. I covered my mouth with my own hand as I moaned, muffling it as best as possible. My eyes rolled back into my head and I felt Copia’s free hand gently wrap around my throat, I turned my head to see him looking at me with a wicked glean in his eyes.

“Vieni per me, Sorella. Now.” His voice was gruff, his eyes blown with lust as he commanded me and as always I did as I was told. My hips writhed against his hand, my head thrown back but never breaking eye contact as my orgasm rocked me. Copia’s hand moved from my throat to my face to muffle my moans as I rocked in his lap. “Good girl.”

His hands slipped from my oversensitive core and he locked eyes with me as he sucked his fingers clean, a shudder running through me. I began to turn in his lap, desperate and needy to continue our fun when he stopped me.

“Unfortunately stellina, Seestor will be here soon for a meeting and I doubt we have time for all that I want to do to you right now.” He took my hand that was resting against his cheek and kissed my open palm. I smiled and kissed him, stomach clenching at the taste of myself on his lips.

“Wouldn’t it be nice if we didn’t have to worry about all the senior clergy ruining our fun.” I teased, slipping from his lap and letting my fingers brush over his very obvious hard on. He hissed through his teeth, giving me a glare.

“Some day, Stellina, I would love for us to have more time together than these stolen moments.” He sighed, following me as I started towards the door. “Someday I would even love to tell everyone of my paramore…but right now, duty to our Dark Lord calls.”

“I understand, Copia. I’ll see you later I’m sure.” I kissed him one last time before slipping through the door, letting my hip brush against his cock as a last reminder before heading down the hall to start my day.

“Stuzzicare…” I heard the Cardinal mumble, a chuckle in his throat as he closed the door.

I made it about ten feet from the office, humming a little tune to myself before I was startled by another familiar voice again.

“Buongiorno, bella Sorella.” Terzo’s voice was almost overly cheery as I practically jumped to the ceiling.

“Satan below, Papa.” I cried, hand on my heart as my cheeks flushed. “We’ve got to stop bumping into each other like this.”

“Ah, Tesoro, but how would I ever get time to see you by yourself?” He teased, mismatched eyes filled with mischief as my cheeks flushed. “Maybe I should spend more time in la biblioteca, hm?”

“Papa…” I started before he cornered me in a little long forgotten alcove between the hall and the main entrance. “W-what are you doing?”

My heartbeat was in my throat as he placed his hands on either side of me, locking me in with his body. If anyone was to pass by they would see us, maybe not my face but they would see Papa and a Sister of Sin which was enough to get the Abbey rumor mill running these days.

“Did you go to see your Cardinale again this morning, Dolce Sorella?” He purred, his lips a few inches from my own. My heartbeat was thrumming painfully in my chest, eyes blown wide as I panted slightly. “Sento l’odore dell’eccitazione tra le tue gambe.”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I countered weakly, his eyes locked with mine and I felt trapped by the black lust pooled in them. He leaned in close, his lips barely brushing against the shell of my ear. I whimpered when he spoke again.

“The Cardinale, he is a good man. A handsome man, si.” His voice rumbled low, the heat rolling off his body washed over me and I felt my knees wobble slightly as one of his hands reached out to brush against the welt on my neck. “He is rough with you, however, and I do not like to see my tesoro hurt.”

I bit my bottom lip to hold in the whimper as Terzo leaned in even closer, his chest just barely brushing against my heaving chest. He chuckled to himself before speaking again.

“Unless…my sweet sorella prefers to have someone be rough with her, no?”

My eyes winded as I turned to look at Terzo, his suspicions confirmed clearly by my face. He must have heard Copia last night, my body shuddered as my cheeks flushed bright red.

“Papa, I-“ I started to say before he stepped away from me, he took my hand and gave the top a feather light kiss, lips warm against my skin.

“Have a wonderful time in la biblioteca, I will see you for Black Mass later si?” He was back to his normal charming self, smiling warmly and standing an appropriate distance away from me. My heart was hammering in my chest, breath shaky.

“Y-yes, of course Papa.”

“Meravigliosa, Sorella. I will look forward to it eagerly.”

I started to walk away, feeling slightly off balance at his 180 shift in his mood when I felt his hand shoot out and slap me on the ass. Right where Copia had spanked me the night before. I jumped, hissing at the contact, and looked back shocked at Papa. He was already walking away, a smirk on his face as he looked at me over his shoulder.

Meanwhile I felt like the floor had just become the ceiling and I was about to fall on my head. Stumbling slightly, I made my way to the library. I greeted the siblings I passed with something more along the lines of a grunt than words. I finally made it to my little abandoned corner where I normally worked on my translations and curled up on the couch that Copia had set up for me a few weeks back.

My heart was racing as I thought about what had happened, Papa’s warm breath and lips on my ear making me shudder even now. Part of me felt guilty when I thought of Copia, my tender cardinal, who I knew deep down I adored with my whole heart. But Papa…Terzo…he and I had more history. He’d been who I had sworn to my soul too when I had become a Sister of Sin, he was the physical manifestation of Lucifer himself here to guide us siblings. I’d always known Terzo even before he became Papa, when he was still just a senior clergyman.

I’d always had a crush on Terzo if I was honest with myself, but his reputation preceded him and I never felt I would ever draw his attention when there were so many other Sisters to pull his eyes. But then Cardinal Copia had joined us and he had been so painfully shy at first, not even really speaking to me when he was looking for things in the library but seeming to be content to just watch me as I worked. Slowly but sure my attention had been pulled away from Terzo as Copia pulled me in like a moth to a flame. Copia’s affections had buried any desire for Terzo but clearly not as deeply as I had thought.

I sighed, unsure of what to do at this point and instead let my mind wander back to last night. Thinking about the feeling of Copia’s hands on me, rough and unforgiving, as my body hummed. My hands began to wander up and down my torso, fingers teasing my breasts as my mind eye pictured Copia’s face while I kneeled for him. I held back the whimper as my fingers slipped under my skirts, lazily tracing circles around my clit. My back arched as I remember the feeling of Copia driving deep into me, his hand pressing down on my lower back to angle my hips for him. One hand came up to cover my mouth as the shapes in my mind's eye changed, instead of my dominating Cardinal looming above me it was now Papa himself.

“Squisita, Sorella…” I imagined him saying to me, his hand tenderly coming to rest on top of my head as he rocked his hips to thrust into my wet mouth.

My fingers quickened their pace as I writhed on the couch, knowing full well if anyone was to come looking for me they would have found me like this. My mind didn’t care, no instead it fed me more ideas of Terzo.

I pictured him pressing my back firmly against the alcove we were in earlier, his strong arms holding me up while he fucked me roughly. My legs wrapping around his waist as he rolled his thrusts deeply into me, whispering filthy things in my ear as I moaned. I imagined him gripping my thighs tightly, bordering on painfully as he drove us both to the edge of pleasure. I was so close as I arched my back on the sofa, panting behind my hand. The image changed again and I felt my cunt clench painfully at the thought.

Copia was behind me, hand gripping my hips tightly as he snapped his hips against me and filled me deeply. Terzo was in front of me, his cock in my mouth as his hand tangled in my hair. He was controlled while Copia was wild, Terzo’s thrust stuttering slightly as he came apart in my mouth, flooding my tounge with the salty taste of his cum. In that moment I felt my own orgasm rip through me, hips rolling against my own hand. I had to cover my nose too to block the obscene sounds that fought to pass my hand.

I gasped, hand slipping from between my legs and quickly pulling my skirts down as my heartbeat went wild in my chest. I felt boneless as I laid there trying to calm the wild beating of my heart. I heard the chime of the summoning for the Black Mass and I groaned. I had forgotten all about it, sitting up I wiped my wet fingers against my thin underdress that I wore under my robes. I would have to stop at a bathroom to wash my hands before going to mass.

…

I should have just hid in the library and pretended I slept through the summons.

The mass was headed by Cardinal Copia today, Terzo was relaxing back with his brothers. Copia kept looking at me, a small sort of smile on his lips as he spoke of dedication in the name of Satan and how we could use sin in our daily lives to honor his falling from heaven. I squirmed at the heat in his eyes and blushed furiously when I noticed Terzo was staring at me out of the corner of my eye.

Terzo was in charge of giving out unholy communion, as Papa it was meant to symbolize our relationship with Lucifer since Papa was the vessel for His Darkness. I lined up with all of my siblings of sin, slowly walking towards Papa as Copia droned on in Latin at the pulpit. Terzo looked miserable as he spoke with the siblings that came to him, bored and put out as he gave out the sacraments and spoke in a board tone. However Terzo’s mismatched eyes lit up with mischief as I approached him, a quirk to his lips as I knelt down in front of him.

“Would you like to live deliciously, Sorella?” Terzo purred quietly to me, breaking from the normal and customary exchange of Body of Lucifer. I squirmed under his eyes, my cheeks flushing slightly.

“P-papa?”

“Answer me, Tesoro.” His voice was rough as he bent at the waist.

“Yes, Papa.” He smirked at me as I opened my mouth, tongue sliding out to allow him to place the wafer. His finger pushed the tiny thin sacrament to my tounge with a little more pressure than was needed. His finger brushed against my bottom lip as he pulled away, my breathing picked up speed as he took the chalice from one of the other Clergyman next to him. He paused, my hands reaching out to take the cup pausing. “P-papa?”

Terzo had a wild look in his eye, one he only got before he either did something really stupid or something really sexual. Before I could anticipate what he was up to he took a little swig of the supposed Blood of Lucifer. His hand reached out and cupped my jaw, tilting my head back as he leaned forward.

“Terzo?” I mumbled, his white eye almost transfixing me as I looked at his face. I gasped as I felt his hand curl around my throat as he loomed over me, my heart threatening to jump out of my chest. He smirked before doing the last thing I ever would have thought of as he beckoned me close.

Terzo spit the wine into my open mouth.

I swallow obediently, my face bright red as his eyes locked with mine. I was panting on my knees, my core throbbed painfully as I looked up at him. I had to hold in my whimper as his fingers ran against my bottom lip as I quivered.

“Bellissima, Sorella…” He purred and I couldn’t help as my eyes drifted to where I was eye level with.

The outline of his cock obvious even in his papal robes. My mouth watered as I almost leaned forward to touch him, blinded by the ache between my legs before someone behind me cleared their throat. It was like a spell was broken, my brain finally waking up.

Copia had stopped speaking Latin, his hands still clenched together as he fought the very obvious rage that was simmering just under the surface as he glared daggers at Terzo. There was something else in Copia’s eyes, something dangerously like lust. Papa, for his part, had the biggest shit-eating grin as he offered his hand to help me stand. I took it as I was unsure if my legs would actually be able to help me stand. It was like the silent spell was broken and there were all sorts of whispers as I stood. Someone burst out laughing before attempting to cover it up with a coughing fit. Terzo, completely incorrigible at this point, kissed my knuckles before I turned to head back to my seat. My eyes looked over at the Emeritus family and Sister Imperator.

Papa Nihil had his face buried in hands, rubbing at his temple as a headache was clearly brewing. Primo looked shocked, his face a shade paler than normal. He leaned over to check on Nihil, mumbling something about “How there was no respect for the sanctity of Satan in young people these days” before shaking his head. Secondo had been the one who had burst out laughing, he was doubled over in his seat with barely contained laughter as he looked at Terzo. He looked at me with a mix of awe and horror before turning to look away before he started to laugh again. Sister Imperator eyed me suspiciously as I passed the family, her eyes narrowed dangerously as I scurried to the very back of the chapel, hiding from the eyes of the other siblings.

I fiddled with my hand in my lap, barely able to look up at the rest of the gathered siblings of sin, but I could feel two sets of eyes on me. Terzo was smirking as he locked eyes with me, sending me a wink when he finished communion with the sibling kneeling in front of him. My cheeks were painted deep red and I felt myself squirming under his gaze. The other set of eyes belonged to Imperator who was looking between Terzo and myself, her mind broadcasting how hard she was thinking.

Copia’s voice continued to go on in Latin while communion was finished up. He had his eyes closed, I longed for him to look at me just to have him stabilize me even for a moment. All I could hear was the whispers around me and I could barely stand it. When the closing prayer was said I scurried from the room before anyone else could, an imaginary tail tucked between my legs as I hurried to my little corner of the library.

I buried my face in the cushions of the couch and screamed.

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angellayercake · 1 year

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For the kissing prompts: maybe #18 with Terzo and reader, and reader’s doing the teasing?

I do have a weak spot for Terzo being a menace it has to be said and I already know exactly what his punishment will be so keep a look out for part 2

18. Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.

‘Stop it Papa,’ you don’t turn to look at him knowing if you do you’ll end up giving in to whatever request he has as he drapes himself over you.

‘Sorella please,’ he whines directly in your ear sending a shiver through you.

‘No I have too much to do.’ You shrug him off as you head for the door. You had only stopped by his office to pick up some paperwork and honestly you had been hoping he wouldn’t be there. As much as you relished every moment spent with him, he really made an impact on your productivity and you really needed to finish this task. You would have the whole evening free for him then. But Terzo wasn’t known for his patience, very much preaching and preferring instant gratification. ‘And I’m sure you do too,’ you finish as you reach the door handle. Before you can make your escape he slides between you and the door giving you his best begging eyes.

‘You’ll leave your poor papa without even a kiss? You are cruel Sorella, crueller than even the worst demons hell has to offer.’ You roll your eyes but realise that you aren’t getting out of the office without giving him something.

‘Ok Papa I have reconsidered,’ you smirk at him watching his expression turn smug. Oh he thinks he has got his way. Well you will show him. Placing the papers you had come for on the side table you hook a finger into his collar pulling him away from the door and across the room to his desk. He follows you eyes locked on your lips, clearly the only thing on his mind is getting that kiss. When you reach his desk you flip your positions backing him up until he is perched on the edge. You knock his legs apart until you can settle between them pressing as close to him as you can get. Unhooking your finger from his collar you slide your hand down, enjoying the feel of the smooth satin fabric and his firm chest underneath and only then do you lean in close enough to be able to kiss him.

‘Only a kiss though Papa.’ His hands reach for your hips pulling you impossibly closer but before he can get a grip you hold his hands to the edge of the desk.

‘Are you going to be rough cara?’ He tries to nip at your lips but you lean out of his reach. ‘You know I like this.’

‘No Papa, we agreed. Just a kiss, to tide you over until later.’ You try to give him your sternest look, fighting to keep the smile off your face at his antics.

‘Ok, ok … I will accept just a kiss I suppose.’ He closes his eyes dramatically, turning his face up to yours for his kiss. This couldn’t have worked out better. You ever so softly kiss his lips, barely even touching. ‘Please cara,’ he whispers against you and you concede this time, increasing the pressure and length with every press, biding your time until he attempts to deepen the kiss. And he does with a soft sigh and the trace of his tongue along your bottom lip. You breathe in deeply through your nose then blow your lungs full of air right into his mouth. He jumps away from you eyes wide with surprise as he sputters and while he is still in shock you take your chance and dash for the door.

‘See you later Papa,’ you call, snatching up the papers you had come for and making your escape.

‘You will pay for that, Sorella,’ he shouts after you, having recovered from your trick. Sure that you will, you still look forward to whatever suitable punishment he will come up with. You are bound to enjoy it.

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neekocalico · 10 months

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So this post came across my dash again and it made me think things again and since nobody can stop me I will talk about it now.

So for anyone that didn't click on the link for some reason, the post is about how each of the ghoul's masks is a little different. They have different horns and patches on the mask itself for example. This is probably not something you would be able to spot on stage unless you pay really close attention. But it is really cute how they each have a personalized mask instead of all being the same.

This made me think about two things: 1) What if the ghouls start out with basically a base of the mask which they get to personalize how they feel like. 2) What if the other masks were all personalized as well but just not in a way it could have been spotted by people.

Because I love the idea of a new ghoul sitting down with the pack where the others explain how this works. Some choose to do it all by themselves and some do it with the others. Now there are some things that can't be changed but it's still a fun thing to do. If a ghoul ever retires from touring they get to keep their mask.

Now I can see Primo and Secondo not really caring about things like that so their ghouls all had the same masks but Terzo? You know that man did something extra to them. They all start out looking the same but one day he asks all his ghouls to hand them over, doesn't explain why and he just vanishes with them for a while.

When he is back he just hands them over again, from the front they look the same but the inside is now engraved. It has the same symbols as their uniforms down one side. On the other, there is a more personal symbol (like for Omega it's the Ω). But the most important thing is what is engraved on the forehead a short sentence in Latin. It is different for all of them but it reminds them that to their Papa they aren't just some nameless ghouls.

Copia I think just took that concept and ran with it, at first when still a cardinal he just copies what Terzo did. There are some symbols and a short sentence though it is the same for them all since by that point he didn't know them too well. But oh when he becomes a Papa? He goes all in and you know it.

When he presents the ghouls with the base mask they are all confused since well it seems to be missing things. That is when he tells them, maybe a bit too excited, that they would get to choose those missing things. He goes over everything with them explains what is possible and what is not and just lets them have fun. They don't actually put the mask together all finished since that would be chaos but they get to choose everything and get an idea of how it will look.

When he gets the personalized masks back he adds one more thing, two patches on the inside. One says who the mask belongs to and the other with a short Latin sentence, each one different but reminding them all that they are more than nameless ghouls.

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kidstemplatte · 7 months

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lavender haze

pairing: terzo x fem! reader

summary: reader decides to show up to one of terzo’s parties for the first time.

warnings: alcohol and weed. party stuff.

more notes at the end ❦ please enjoy

Party. You hated that word, no matter what the context was. Didn’t matter what kind of party it was, how big or small, it was a party. And you didn’t like parties. All you could think of when you heard that word was being an awkward middle school girl, standing in the corner of the hormone-ridden gym, tugging at your clothes and wondering why you were so afraid to dance with the other kids.

Terzo, your boss and longtime crush, threw parties what seemed like every other day. You typically avoided them, though your heart filled with jealousy when you imagined the other siblings of sin fawning for his attention, dancing up on him, dragging him to a nearby closet as they whispered unholy things to one another. But today, as you passed by fellow sisters of sin flocked together in the hallway, yapping about what outfits they were going to wear to Papa’s party, you had a sudden surge of courage.

Fake it ‘til you make it.

There you stood, touching up your mascara in the mirror, then adding a touch of highlighter on your inner corner to compliment the sheer glitter on your eyelids. Were you allowed to think you looked hot? You decided that you were, and that you were going to get exactly what you wanted tonight. It wasn’t just Terzo. It was to let loose, to dance freely, to stop giving a fuck for once in your life. And you would do it looking hot as hell.

You were wearing a lavender slip dress, showing just enough skin to feel sexy, but let you remain comfortable at the same time. You for sure would contrast with the rest of the crowd, wearing deep red or black with dark smokey eyes and lipstick. The sisters typically went for a sexy, sort of goth look at events like these, and you wanted to do something different. Don’t get it wrong, they looked incredible, sometimes you even wished they would make a move on you. But it wasn’t anything new. And it wasn’t you.

Plus, purple was Terzo’s favorite color, or so you assumed, which was definitely not an important factor in your choice.

Reminding yourself to keep your head up, you entered the bustling room, lights down low and flashing various colors, painting everyone in a sort of dewy glow. Smells of liquor, weed, and perfume lingered through the air. Scoping out the room, you laid eyes on one of your favorite sisters. Sister Bianca. She was without a doubt one of your favorite people in the clergy, so fun, so caring, always down for a good time, uplifting the other siblings. You longed to be like her.

“Y/N! What are you doing here?” she excitably said as she caught sight of you, holding her arms open and giving you a hug. “You look amazing!”

“Thank you!” you replied, rubbing your neck. You weren’t quite accustomed to this kind of attention.

“Want a hit?” she said, holding out some kind of weed pen.

Fuck it. One hit wouldn’t hurt, and it would be just enough to calm you down.

You continued your conversation with your friend, feeling a little lighter, but not fully focused on your discussion.

Where the hell was he? Your eyes were dashing around the room, looking for your boss. He was probably in some closet, making out or more with a sibling. Everyone clambered for his attention like blood hungry vultures. Who were you to think he suddenly would be up for grabs?

This wasn’t just about Terzo, it was about you, you decided. So you hammered down a few shots, just a couple more hits, and danced the night away. Arms swaying in the air without a care in the world to some predictable yet magnetic song, displaying a new sense of confidence you had buried deep down. As you were enjoying yourself, feeling the bass of the music vibrate through your feet and into your chest, several people approached you and complimented you.

“You look so fucking hot!”

“Go off, Y/N!”

“You’re stunning!”

Initially, you wanted to shy away and deflect their praises, but you reminded yourself that you were hot, and owed it to yourself and others to accept their compliments. But you were still a little hurt. You wanted his attention more than anyone else’s. Bianca, who had gotten lost in the crowd, creeped up behind you and tapped you on the shoulder.

“Go talk to him!” she yelled, fighting against the loudness of the music.

“What?” you said, struggling to make out what she was saying.

“I said, go talk to him!”

“Who?”

“He’s been staring at you for like, forever!”

“What?”

“I said, HE’S BEEN STARING AT YOU FOR-“

“Who?”

“Papa!”

Bianca pointed to the corner of the room, where you caught sight of Terzo, taking a drink out of his glass of whiskey, leaning against the wall, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it, go get him, girl! Oh shit, I love this song!” Bianca chirped, floating off to another group of friends to dance.

Had he really been staring at you this whole time?

You swallowed, took a deep breath in, and made your way towards him. In this lighting, he looked like some sort of enigmatic angel. His white paint glowed in the darkness of the room, the black circles around his eyes drawing you in like two magnetic tunnels. Terzo looked you up and down, not so successfully stifling a satisfied smirk. The way he eyed you was so enticing, and created a fluttery feeling in your stomach. Your face was flushed in a way not even the dim lighting could conceal, and you anxiously fidgeted with the hem of your dress.

“Hi.” You said, staring at the wall just behind him as a nervous smile spread across your face. All the confidence you had previously gained had melted away in a matter of moments. He had that effect on you, never failing to make you weak at the knees, stuttering like a teenage girl.

“Ciao, bella.” he greeted you. “You look incredible.”

You didn’t quite know how to respond, letting out a weak “thank you” while avoiding eye contact. Terzo placed his gloved hand under your chin and guided your face up to meet his gaze.

He said nothing, eyeing your features. The way your cheekbones glittered in the dull haze of the night. The twinkle in your eyes, like starlight. The lush tint of your lips. The arch of your brows, the perfectly crafted shape of your nose. And at the same time, you eyed his. The things you could make out from behind his face paint. The faint lines under his eyes and on his forehead. His strong jawline. His thick eyebrows. And of course, his mismatched eyes you loved so much.

The volume of the room was astronomical, music blasting, people yelling, glasses clinking. But all you could hear in that moment was your rapid heartbeat. You swore you could hear his. Maybe it was just the alcohol. And maybe it was just the alcohol that made you mindlessly grab his hand as it rested on your chin, Terzo’s breath coming to a brief halt as he dropped the glass in his other hand. And as it shattered in a million glimmering pieces, you carelessly left it behind and dragged him by the hand to the middle of the room. It wasn’t long until his hands were on your waist as you two moved to the rhythm of the music. You didn’t even know if it was the music in the room, or music of your own; your chests so close to each other you felt your hearts beating in unison, creating a strange song you couldn’t quite get a grip on but couldn’t get enough of. You felt the beads of sweat on each other’s foreheads begin to cling to one another as the room heated up. Or was it body heat? Or the feeling of him being so close to you, closer than he had ever been before, your hands exploring each other’s bodies to the soft sound of your breathing? Or maybe it was the warmth elicited in the pit of your stomach whenever Terzo pulled you in, his hot breath in your ear sending shivers down your spine as he whispered,

“Let’s go outside.”

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i was walking around campus listening to music when lavender haze by taylor swift started playing and i immediately had this image in my mind and i knew i had to write it down. i hadn’t been that inspired and instantly motivated in a while so i knew i had to get on it.

this literally flowed out of me. writing this was like an out of body experience. it came so naturally. i wrote this in one go, which NEVER happens haha, occasionally getting up and switching spots around campus just to get a new environment. sitting at a coffee shop, then some sandwich place, and now outside at a table. pretty sure some people think i’m crazy because i’ve been hunched over my phone for like two hours now haha.

thank you for reading and for all your support! 🥹your comments and messages keep me going! i take requests as well if you’re interested!

more stuff coming soon!

♡, alice

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