#terzo x ale

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Dark Baptism

Okey dokey! We're here again. Back to fuel the two-person fandom-beast created by the incredible: @copiousloverofcopia. <3

Ren, you deserve this because of doing that thing that you did for me. Thank you, my sweet. xoxoxo

Mrs. Prime Mover Sister Alessandra borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read. It's life changing. And Ren is the best. Anything you click on written by her will instantly make your day better and leave you beyond flustered.

Oh yeah, some minor NSFW themes below. And a happy Imbolc to those who celly. Onwards!

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Okay, so awhile, awhile back……

“Come on, hustle, hustle!” Liz encouraged Alé as they squeezed through groups of excited, chattering siblings.

“Liz, we don’t need to be weird about it! It’s okay if I miss out on this sign up!” Alessandra griped as her wrist was limply strung along by her dearest friend. 

After being at the Ministry for almost a year, Alessandra had admitted she was ready to have her previous faith washed away and be born again as a Child of Lucifer. Unfortunately, these types of baptisms were held quite irregularly (as it depended on the interest from the novices). So when Alessandra had overheard Sibling Margeaux mentioning a few other newcomers gaining interest, she knew she had to jump on it. She was ready to commit her life to the Ministry, her new chosen family, and The Dark One.

Elizabet continued to drag Alé along to their destination: Primo coming hot off the pulpit. The oldest of the Emeritus brothers was coming down the steps to greet a few siblings vying for his attention after his sermon today. 

Today, Primo had preached about the upcoming Imbolc holiday; he spoke about how the weeks ahead would be addressing the proper ways to prepare, purify, and heal in this life as the first of February drew near. He closed with reminding the masses before him in the pews that the more popular holiday, Lupercalia, followed closely behind and as always the Clergy would be putting on the regular shenanigans. 

“Papa!” Liz called out, waving down Primo.

Primo gave the young women a soft smile as he motioned them in, “Sister Elizabet, Sister Alessandra, unblessed be.”

“Beautiful sermon today, Papa,” Liz beamed, Alessandra agreeing beside her. Liz grabbed Alé’s arm and nudged her to Primo, “Papa, we were hoping to catch you in regards to the upcoming unbaptisms; Alé wants in! So how does she sign up? “

“Thanks, mom,” Alé gave an unamused glare to her friend, being perfectly able to speak for herself as needed.

“Is this right, Sister Alessandra? You’re wanting to cast off your former affiliations and join us for good, eh?” Primo gave her a wink as he held out his gloved hand for her. Primo had taken a shine to this girl; he had been complimenting her addition to their sect for months now. 

Alé clung to his hand, nodding and looking deep into his mismatched eyes, “It is, Papa. I’ve already dedicated my life to Satan, but this feels right. It’s what I need to do. I’d be honored to have you absolve me of my past indoctrinations-- if there’s still room...” 

“Nonsense, Sorella, it would be my onore,” Primo beamed, his old eyes shining, “I will remember to add you to my list and Brother Garrett, who is coordinating this for us, will reach out to you with further instructions next week.”

“Thank you so much, Papa, this truly means everything to me,” Alé expressed her gratitude. Out of the corner of her eye, she finally caught sight of him: Primo’s terror of a brother. Alé could see the younger of Primo’s two attending cardinals sitting in the center pew with his legs obnoxiously stretched out and arms casually draped over the back of the bench.

Terzo was turned from her slightly, coolly chatting up a Brother of Sin he caught the attention of behind him. Terzo’s gloved fingers toyed with one of the gold buttons on his stark, black cassock laying everything he had on this poor soul. Alessandra couldn’t hear their conversation, but the playboy must have said something ridiculous because the blonde man he spoke to was doubled over, waving him off. Terzo looked beyond amused; a large cheeky grin took over his expression as he tucked a stray piece of hair back into its place. Alé couldn’t help but frown watching the disgusting display.

Alessandra quickly averted her eyes back to Primo, “Papa, it feels silly to ask, but can you promise it’ll be you performing my unbaptism? I really feel… the most comfortable with you.”

“My child, I may be getting a little aged, and I may not have many more February dips in my near future, but I can promise you unless our Dark Lord Satanas speaks against it, I shall be there to welcome you back into our arms from their lies.”

“And your cardinals can't do baptisms, is that right?" Alé pressed, looking for a little more solid confirmation. From her peripheral, she could see Cardinal Terzo motioning out the doors as he proceeded to stand and shake out his cassock. He gave a wink to the enamored Brother of Sin as he began to make his leave from the chapel. The Brother followed closely behind him. 

Primo placed his hands on Alé’s shoulders, speaking directly to her while regaining her attention, “Dolcezza, sÌ, my fratellinos are able to absolve a being from their previous religions as matured cardinals now. But, nothing would happen to make me miss out on your liberation." 

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A few weeks later…

Terzo closed his eyes as he listened to the thrum of his lover’s heart. Omega’s tail still wrapped around Terzo’s thigh, the smell of their sweat still heavy in the air. The large ghoul tipped Terzo’s chin up to gently nip at the Cardinal’s jawline, teasing his claws down Terzo's chest earning a small moan from his lover.

“Amore,” Terzo sighed breathlessly, rubbing his hands through his hair in his post-orgasmic haze, “Don't think this means I want anything to change, but I have to tell you: I probably won't be able to sit on my ass for the rest of the week… “

Omega snorted against Terzo’s hair, “Didn't hear you complaining just a little bit ago."

“No, and you won't! I'm happy, I'm just a little red. And sore. Bruised..." the smaller man lamented, arms and legs still tangled around the ashen-colored, muscled limbs of his partner. 

The ghoul continued to breath softly, a subdued purr coming from deep in his chest. He took the hand of his human lover and brushed his calloused fingers over the future Papa’s deep maroon nail polish. The Quintessential ghoul nuzzled his face against Terzo’s palm.  

Terzo closed his eyes, biting his lip as he wiggled up to lock lips with Omega. Terzo felt his skin flush as his cock weakly kicked back to life; Omega could smell the instant change as he licked his own lips. 

“On your knees, Cardinal," Omega grunted out as he began to rise above the clergyman. He felt his heavy cock start to twitch again as the animalistic urge to breed his partner rose from deep down in his gut. 

"Anything for you, caro mio,” Terzo purred, rolling himself onto his stomach and pressing up to position himself on his hands and knees before the large ghoul; his reddened ass presented to the ghoul on full display. Omega smirked at the large hand-sized welts left all over his lover. Terzo loved walking around with hickeys, bruises, marks, anything souvenirs to remind him of his lovers; Omega was always more than happy to oblige and frequently went above and beyond. Terzo dipped down to encourage Omega to grab at his hips, when he caught a fleeting glance of the alarm clock on the side table. Terzo felt a boulder drop to the pit of his stomach as all the color drained from his face. 

“Oh fuck! Cazzo, merde, ass, shit!" Terzo exclaimed as he threw himself from the bed. His leg got caught up in the expensive woven sheets as he tumbled face first into the ground, "Shitty, ass, shit! Cazzo!“

“Where in the hell do you think you're going!?" Omega growled, his nose wrinkling back as he snarled at his partner. He crawled toward the smaller man, watching as Terzo agonizingly tore through the heap of clothes they made on the floor as he tried to smooth down his tangled mess of hair. 

“Primo was feeling unwell last night and was debating if he should proceed with the ehh…  dunking activities today," Terzo quickly attempted to mime as he tried to shake the debris off his wrinkled, black slacks, "Secondo and I agreed to pick up his duties today if he was still sickly. And I was supposed to meet with them roughly 45 minutes ago to discuss who is doing what.”

Omega’s frown melted into a soft smirk, man would absolutely lose his head if it wasn't already attached. Terzo whipped on the pair of dressy, violet socks with a secret message on the bottoms that suggested the reader to go give themselves a happy ending. Terzo threw his cassock over his head and finished redoing the buttons on his chest, promising he'd make this and more up to his beloved ghoul a little later. The two shared one more passionate kiss before Terzo ran out of the bedroom, barely closing the door to Omega’s room, as he began to sprint down the hall.

“Stronzino!" A deep voice shouted from his left..

Terzo stopped dead in his tracks, spinning in his heel to face his older-ish brother, he gave Secondo a grimace and a small guilty wave, “Hi." 

“Don't you fucking ‘hi’ me. Do you know how long we foolishly waited thinking you would actually show up?"

Terzo pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head down to receive his verbal punishment; audibly sighing as Cardinal Secondo continued to berate him. 

"And now we're already late,” Secondo turned and began storming away from his younger brother, "I'll just do everything myself. Primo will deal with you later.”

"Don't be that way,” Terzo begged, trailing closely behind the balding cardinal, grabbing at his brother’s sleeve. Secondo slapped away his younger brother’s hands.

"What were you doing? Or dare I ask who?” he glowered at his brother from the corner of his eye as the two descended down the Ministry's main stairwell. 

Terzo gave his brother a guilty grin and shrugged it off, waving his delicate, gloved hand at him, "Non importa.”

“Coglione, I'm becoming awfully tired of your bullshit. You better not still be pulling this when you're acting as my Cardinal, or I swear to Lucifer-"

“Yes, yes, yes," the shorter ministry official agreed, cutting him off, “I know your feelings. I'm aware! You’ve made yourself very clear. Don't get off track. Come sta Primo?"

“Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa!"

Terzo rolled his eyes as he tried to not let his brother's crotchety mood damper his spirits. The two continued out the doors and down the path to the ministry’s private access to a body of water. Terzo patted his pockets down, lifting up his cassock to access his cognac-brown, cigarette case in his pants. He quickly opened the pouch and nudged at his brother again. Secondo whipped around to glare down at his brother, hovering nearly an entire foot over him.

“Peace offering," Terzo explained, motioning at the new import of Sicilian cigarillos he had pulled a few strings for. He wasn't above getting on his knees to get what he really wanted. 

Secondo stopped in his tracks to gently pluck a cigarette. He tossed it between his lips and cocked an eyebrow at his brother as he sarcastically mimicked a lighter. Terzo sighed as he stashed away the leather case and returned with a novelty lighter adorned with breasts. 

“In Satanas’ name… " Second began to chide, not sure whether to be proud or disappointed in his brother's taste in torches. Terzo held the open flame up for his brother to light up; he tutted his tongue as he removed the lighter and tossed it back into his pocket. 

“Don't judge how I do shit and I won't judge the piss poor life choices you make, cocca di papà," Terzo teased, before Secondo began the descent again.

Secondo stared vacantly ahead, choosing to focus on the calm water instead of the overwhelming urge to slap the shit out of his incompetent younger brother. Secondo aggressively motioned towards the water, before passing the cigarillo to Terzo, “You want to do this shit or do I have to?"

The two stood side by side in front of the small man-made lake (really a pond) made years ago; it was there before Terzo and Secondo had been relocated to this sect. Many rituals had been performed on these shores, the magickal aspects of the water used in many many spells in their youth. Many warm, summer nights had also been spent disrobed with their own respective partners in the lake. Terzo inhaled the smoke before pushing it out of his nostrils, “I don't do cold."

“As future Papa-'' Secondo began lecturing, pointing a finger between Terzo’s eyes. 

Terzo uncrossed his eyes as he batted away the finger, “Fine! Sasso, carta, forbici?"

Secondo grabbed the cigarillo back taking a few seconds to inhale, before casually flicking ash at his brother. He tossed the cigarette back between his lips as he held his hands out at the ready to win, “Bene." 

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Brother Garrett hurriedly made his way down to where the two brothers were seated side-by-side on a log near the shore. Terzo and Secondo seemed engrossed in their own discussions as they passed the small remainder of a cigarillo back and forth, murmuring to each other. 

“Cardinals?” Garrett called out, alerting them of his presence. Terzo turned over his shoulder and gave the sibling a wave, before turning back to his “older” brother and finishing his train of thought.

"I do think it would be a brilliant idea. You're just jealous you don't have the charisma to pull it off.”

“I'm warning you: neither Imperator or Nihil would find the charm in a kazoo," Secondo waved his brother off, chuckling as he rose to his feet before changing the topic, “Good morning, Brother Garrett.”

“Good morning, Cardinal Secondo, Cardinal Terzo. I was just finishing meeting with Papa to go over the last minute additions to today. It appears we have seven siblings all looking to be unbaptized today. Did we decide who will be performing their ceremonies?” Garrett cheerfully smiled at the two dark-haired men.

“Secondo lost fair and square,” Terzo teased, pleased he wouldn’t have to go into the pond. He still couldn’t help but be nosy, as he held out his hand for the clipboard nestled in Garret’s arm, “Per favore, may I see the list?”

Garrett turned to Secondo, preparing him for how the morning would pan out and going over other small, last minute details. Terzo skimmed the names of siblings, making mental ‘tick’ marks behind the ones who had accompanied him back to his quarters at one point or another. He couldn’t help but feel a tasteless sense of pride, thinking he was the reason all these siblings would want to convert to their side.

Terzo’s breath hitched as he looked at the final name written in Primo’s beautiful calligraphy, before speaking up, “Garrett, is this the final list?”

Garrett quickly nodded to Terzo before focusing back to debriefing Secondo.

Terzo continued to stare at the name before interrupting again, “Secondo, you need to trade me.”

“Sei un rompicoglioni. Stronzo, what are you going on about now? Quit interrupting!” Secondo hissed, squeezing his eyes shut asking himself silently, how they were related.

“I need you to trade me spots. I’ll do the baptisms and you can do confessional later,” Terzo hurriedly explained, excessively flailing his hands around to emphasize his point.

“I thought fair is fair?” Secondo evilly smiled at him, crossing his arms.

Terzo sighed exasperatedly, “I don’t have to explain myself to you. Just switch with me.”

Secondo glared at Terzo, not quite sure what he was up to.

“Secondo, per favore.”

“Qualsiasi,” Secondo gave in, rolling his eyes, confused, but nonetheless thrilled he wouldn’t have to go into the water.

“Oh! Fantastico!” Terzo exclaimed, throwing his arms around his stoic brother, who stiffened at his touch, “Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato!”

Terzo couldn’t contain his enthusiasm as he planted a loud kiss on his brother’s cheek. Secondo indignantly tossed off his brother before wiping away Terzo’s black lipstick

“I’m going to go change!” Terzo yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted back towards the ministry’s ground.

“He’s going to be late…” Garrett whispered, begging Secondo to do something.

Secondo defeatedly shook his head, watching his brother fade out of view, “There’s no reasoning with that one.”

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The two brothers politely greeted the siblings on Primo’s list as they approached them at the shore. Terzo seemed to grow antsier with each sibling he welcomed, continuously searching. Terzo, the Leo he was, had changed into a stark white vest and slacks with a pale lilac, twill dress shirt underneath. His look was completed with dark Ray Bans tucked behind his ears and bare feet with his manicured toenails painted fuschia.

“What are you looking for?” Secondo grumbled, annoyed with his brother’s lack of attention span.

“No one, I’m just eager to get this over with,” Terzo lied, shutting out his brother’s nagging. He began to check his pockets, removing his sunglasses, lighter, and smokes for safekeeping with Secondo.

Ten minutes into the allotted start time, she appeared to him. She was a vision in her white, lace-trimmed gown and her dark curls bouncing wildly. Her friend was close on her trail as the two women continued at break-neck speed to the meeting spot.

Terzo felt the world slow down and the only soundtrack was his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Sister Alessandra was without a doubt one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen in his life. Her strong, well-vocalized disdain for Terzo only made him want her more.

“Oh, ho, ho! Look who showed up!” Terzo gave her a disgustingly excited smile as he opened his arms for her. He could see her winded expression drop flat off her face as she stared at him in shock.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Alé hissed quietly to Liz as they slowly walked to Secondo’s side, away from Terzo. Alé brushed her fingers through her hair as she began to weave her locks into a braid, so it’d be a little more manageable in the water.

As Brother Garrett began to welcome the group and explain how the morning was going to go, Terzo, not one to shy away from awkward situations (or at least giving an attempt to make them even more uncomfortable for the other party), casually walked to the other side of his brother to stand by Alé. He gave her another warm smile and a wink as he nodded his head to her, “Sister Alessandra.”

“Cardinal.”

“How are yo--”

“Where is Primo?” Alé cut him off, not wanting to waste any energy on this trash.

“He’s fallen sick,” Terzo answered her, trying not to dwell on his own hurt feelings, “He’s starting to feel better, but there’s no way we will allow him to do anything outside; especially in this swamp. So Cardinal Secondo and I were called in as replacements to basically Ghostbust the Christ out of you all.”

Alessandra turned her back to Terzo and dug her nails into Liz’s arm, she lowered her voice so Terzo wouldn’t eavesdrop, “I’m not doing this.”

“Oh come on!” Liz groaned, “Just get it over with! You said something in your gut told you to do this, so what does it matter who does it?!”

“I know, but I already feel off about this and I’m not letting him touch me.”

Terzo leaned over to the two ladies angrily whispering at each other and also added in a hushed tone, “I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you think.”

“I do not need your input; also quit spying on me!” Alé hissed back at him, “How do I request Cardinal Secondo to perform my unbaptism?”

“You don’t,” Terzo sneered at her, “We already rock, paper, scissored it. Decision is final, Sorella. And clearly I came out on top.”

He gave her another toothy smile as his eyes took her in from head to toe. Alessandra wanted to puke in her mouth. This man was such a waste of her time. The more she learned about him, the more confident she was in her analysis: he was a slut and a moron.

“You’re not as funny as you think you are,” Alé glared at him, crossing her arms, and attempting to shut him out.

Terzo chuckled, clasping his hands behind his back, “Denial is not just a river in--”

“--and Cardinal Terzo, with that, we’re ready when you are,” Brother Garrett interrupted the future Papa with an oblivious smile.

Terzo masked his annoyance and gave Alessandra another wink, “We shall continue this. See you in a minute, dolce.”

Alé felt her stomach churn as she watched the walking headache give the rest of the group a big smile as he took the hand of the first sibling and escorted them out into the chilly water. 

She should have run.

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All the other six siblings that had chosen to be religiously freed today had beautiful, private unbaptisms with the future Papa. One-by-one, Terzo had taken them out into the frigid pond and released them from their prior torment in such an intimate ceremony. No one could hear his words from the shores; odd for the usually boisterous man. 

From watching his face, you could tell he was taking this very seriously. Alessandra had thought a few times she saw him tear up as the sibling thanked him profusely after he had drenched them. Maybe she had judged him too harshly at their first encounter. He may have a few general character flaws, but seeing him like this had Alé reconsidering a lot. Plus he did look even more handsome in white. The classic dark eye makeup around his eyes, his upper lip crispy painted black, framed by his shaggy locks, Alé’s eyes darted to the floor as she noticed Terzo watching her and giving her a mischievous smile. 

“Pronta, Sorella?” Cardinal Terzo held out his hand for her, still grinning. His crisp white slacks were beyond waterlogged and his purple boxers could be seen from miles away. He might as well not even be wearing pants. Alé’s eyes dropped to his chest; a delicate golden Grucifix peered out from his unbuttoned cotton shirt. She felt her breath hitch as she finally took in his chest hair; her eyes began to wander again along his exposed arms, swearing she could see tattoo ink coming from under the cuffs of his shirt. As outgoing as Terzo was, he did keep his own life rather private. Other than the ongoing rumors of how well-endowed he was and his unmatchable stamina, Alé realized she hadn’t heard much else about this mysterious, cocky bastard. As far as she was concerned, his only hobbies were cream pies and sucking dick in the confession booths. 

Alé frowned and hesitated before going against her gut and taking the man’s hand. He was surprisingly warm, despite his damp hand. She almost considered moving closer to steal more of his body heat. Terzo gave her a gentle, comforting squeeze as they began to head deeper into the water. 

“It’s actually quite cold… I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” Alé spoke softly, making nervous, but polite conversation with the religious figure head.

“Eh. Cold yes; only thing I have to gripe about right now is the fantastic shrinkage I’m experiencing right now. Just don’t look down too long for it, I promise I do have a lot more going on than what you can see,” Terzo rambled on, trying not to chuckle at the horrified look on Alé’s face.

“You’re a pig,” Alé gasped, halting in her steps, stopping Terzo with her. She shook her hand to free herself from his touch, as if he were a disease, “I don't think I want to do this anymore." 

“Oh, come now,” Terzo chided, trying to gently encourage her onwards, “I was merely teasing, Sorella! I’ll tone it down.”

“I cannot believe that out of all the Ministry officials who could be doing this, I’m stuck here with you!” Alessandra glared at him, starting to lose her patience. The freezing water was doing no favors.

“Stuck with me?!” Terzo feigned horror, “You should be so lucky, Sorella!”

“Can we just get this over with?” Alé crossed her arms. She shouldn’t have let Liz talk her into doing this with the younger cardinal. She should have waited for Primo. She should have ran screaming as soon as she saw Terzo’s devilish smirk, “I thought this day was going to be a lot more meaningful, but this is clearly just a joke to you. I bet you’re going to dazzle them as Papa.”

“Huh.. I apologize, I took this maybe too far; we can fix this,” Terzo spoke a little more seriously than what Alessandra was expecting from him, “Pronta?”

“Yes, Cardinal,” Alé affirmatively nodded her head, glad he seemed to have moved onto business, still weary he might pull something again. She couldn't let her guard down around him. 

Terzo gently cleared his throat before speaking so only the two of them could hear, “Welcome, Sister Alessandra. Today, you and I gather to embark on a journey of healing from the wounds of a religious trauma. The undoing of a dedication to a religion you did not consent to. A reversal of spiritual decisions you made without clarity, reclaiming your personal power and finding solace within. Are you ready to proceed? “Yes,” Alé whispered in a hushed tone, finding herself unable to look away from his gaze; she let her arms uncross and fall to her sides.

“This act represents the release of the harmful teachings and reclamation of your own truth. Release the pain and wounds caused by religious trauma. Reclaim your power and define your own path. You are no longer bound by the chains of religious trauma. Embrace your strength, reliance, and the beauty of your unique journey,” Terzo prayed over her.

The butterflies in Alessandra’s stomach were out of control. Her heart was racing. She wanted to get closer to him. She could hear each purposeful breath he took between sentences. She could see his pupils dilate wide as he made unwavering eye contact with her; unable to look away from his Satan-given eye. She could smell his cologne overwhelming her senses. She felt her heart skip a few beats as she reached out for the dark clergyman and he firmly grasped her hand in return. With the warmth and energy that surged between them as they entwined their fingers, she could have sworn there were electrical currents in the tiny pond.

“Sister Alessandra, take a moment to reflect on your newfound freedom and the inner strength that resides within you. Today, we have taken a significant step towards healing from your religious trauma. As you move forward, remember,” Terzo paused for a second, finding himself unable to look anywhere but into her hazel eyes. He tried to shake himself from his trance as he continued, softening his tone, taking time to enunciate his words, “You are deserving of love, acceptance, and the freedom to shape your own path. May this ritual serve as a reminder of your own resilience and the power of reclaiming your own truth!” 

Alessandra looked deeply into his eyes as they shared a soft smile. It was only them in the world at that moment. A shepherd and his newly found lamb. Alé leaned into Terzo as he respectfully wrapped his arm around her waist, she felt at ease letting him handle her so intimately. 

“All bonds of servitude have been broken. Power and agency have been restored. Thyself is thy master. Hail Satan!” Terzo grinned as he felt Alé’s suddenly shoulders sag and a heavy, invisible burden seemed to remove itself from her. She stared at him wordlessly, seemingly hypnotized. Terzo cleared his throat, “You ready for a dip, sis?”

“No funny business,” Alessandra whispered, eyes pleading to him. She couldn’t help but look at his soft lips, failing to use every ounce of strength inside her to avoid thinking about kissing him.

“None,” Terzo crossed his heart, “Unless you have also felt the encouragement from The Dark One here with us and are also so inclined for another kiss…”

Alessandra stiffened against his touch, shaking herself out of this trance. What the actual hell was wrong with this man? And how was he also feeling this!? Did this lech hex her!? Alessandra shoved his arm off from around her waist as she stabbed a threatening finger into his chest, “I promise, I will drown you here in front of your family and followers. Don’t tempt me. Keep your hands off me.”

“You keep saying that, but how am I supposed to complete your upbaptism if I can’t touch you?” Terzo grinned cheekily, cocking his weight to one hip, as he laughed at her.

Alé huffed and rubbed her face in annoyance, “You are so unbelievably annoying.”

“Signora, I am a man of the cloth, I have a little more restraint than you seem to give me credit for!”

“Oh because the bullshit you pulled at Yule was you showing restraint?!” she scoffed, hesitant to go back to the dark-haired man.

Ave Satanas. What a spitfire, he thought to himself. Terzo itched at his chin before offering Alé his hand again, losing patience, freezing to the bone, and wishing to just get this over with. Alessandra took his hand and walked into his embrace again as she let him begin to gently lower her backwards into the water. One arm still around her waist and the other firmly clasped to hers, with her hands clinging to him for dear life. 

Terzo paused as he looked down at the beautiful woman in front of him. Her full lips and dark, feathered eyelashes. Her gorgeous raven hair tied off to the side in an extravagant braid as the February sun bounced off the gold flecks in her eyes. He should have stopped there, but his eyes couldn’t stop wandering as he craned to peer through the white cotton gown at her ample bosom.

Alessandra had been transfixed in his green and white gaze; she found herself lost, yet so comforted. Something about him seemed to call to her. As she blinked, she noticed he had broken eye contact and was obviously staring at her breasts.

“So tell me, Cardinal,” Alé interrupted his x-ray advances before continuing her wicked thought, “That night I rejected you… did you have to go home empty handed? Or did Omega take pity on you as he always does and take you to bed like the whore you are?”

Terzo’s eyes widened, not believing what he just heard. I think I might be in love with this woman. He had been halfway to dipping her in the water, the ends of her hair barely submerged, when he quickly released his grasp on her. Alessandra crashed back into the icy water with a shriek. She gasped for air as she tried to find her balance, stumbling again over a sunken log and falling into the water again.

Terzo’s mind buzzed with white static as couldn’t help but feel slightly childish for what he had done. He pushed air out of his mouth before working up the courage to hold out his hand to her, “Sorella, I’m so sorry. My hands slipped!”

Alé’s assessment was confirmed: he was a slut, a moron, and a liar. She hesitated before taking his hand, second guessing her actions. Terzo gave her one quick apologetic smile before she yanked his arm past her, causing Terzo to lose his balance and also fall face-first into the lake.

Terzo pulled his head up from under the water, sputtering and shaking his hair like a dog. He blew a string of snot out of his nose before looking back at the fiery woman, he absentmindedly checked his ear piercings and fixed the chained Grucifix that hung from his left lobe. He sighed and found himself drawn to the damp, furious goddess next to him. 

“Alright. Fair is fair, sister. I apologize for accidentally dropping you,” Terzo managed to pull himself back up, laughing as he held out his palms to her in an effort for peace, “No funny business. Serio.”

“I cannot believe this," Alé murmured to herself as she saw Cardinal Secondo angrily waving them down from the shore with a furious expression on his face.

“Cardinal!" Secondo shouted in a very stormy tone, “Have you lost your mind!?"

Terzo began to scoff before being cut off by his brother again.

“Quit flirting with each other. It's freezing, everyone else is trying to go inside, you've prolonged this enough," Secondo seethed. 

“We are not flirting!” Terzo and Alé balked, loudly talking over each other to try and explain their actions.

“I don't care! Terzo, help the sister up and finish your job."

Terzo noisily sighed as he turned to Alessandra, “At least we knocked the Jesus out of you, eh, Sorella? “

He bowed forward to take her hand to help her out of the lake. Alé slapped his outstretched palm away, “I am perfectly capable of managing myself. Now did you successfully unbaptize me or are you still just fucking around?”

As Terzo opened his mouth armed with a sarcastic comment, his eyes drifted to her heaving chest as she lifted herself back upright from the water. Her large breasts were drenched, white gown clinging to them leaving very little to the imagination. Terzo felt his jaw slacken a little wider. 

Cazzo. I think I am in love, echoing in his brain. He suddenly became hyper aware of his erection pressing through his wet bottoms. He slowly began to wade backwards into deeper water, waving Alessandra towards the shore, “Eh, go on ahead, Sister. We’re all good here.”

Alessandra’s jaw dropped, did he have a boner!? This couldn’t have gone any worse. Her gown dragged against her in the water as she tried to jog back onto land. Liz had a towel opened wide and quickly embraced Alé in a bear hug.

“I need a drink,” Alé uttered from inside the towel, begging to forget this entire experience.

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Shortly after, the crowd had begun to disperse leaving the Cardinals by themselves. Secondo stared wordlessly at his younger brother as Terzo trudged up from the lake, readjusting his cock in his trousers. His eye paint was smeared down his cheeks and soaked from head to toe, but he sported the biggest shit eating grin on his messy face.

“Primo is going to rip you apart for this one, fratellino,” Secondo shook his head, arms still crossed over his chest, “Is that why you chose to punish her? Because Primo has taken to her and she wants absolutely nothing to do with you? Are you are feeling jealous?”

Terzo shrugged noncommittally, still smiling as he threw a towel over his head, “I did what I had to.”

“I hope it was worth it.”

Terzo nodded, drying off his face, “Absolutamente. Now, if you don’t mind, I left a rather large ghoul alone in a bed and I think it’s high time I go see to him.”

“I’m keeping these as emotional reimbursement for you making me hear that,” Secondo crossly replied, wagging the case of cigars and busty lighter at him.

Terzo chuckled as he walked past his brother, “Fair is fair, fratello.”

Translations: 

Onore -- Honor

Non importa -- It does not matter.

Come sta Primo? -- How is Primo?

Potrebbe essere morto, per quanto ti importa! -- He could be dead for all you care!

Cocca di papà -- Apple of Father's eye, Daddy’s girl

Sasso, carta, forbici? -- Rock, paper, scissors?

Sei un rompicoglioni -- You're a pain in the ass

Qualsiasi -- Whatever

Grazie mille! Sono elettrizzato! -- Thank you so much! I’m delighted/thrilled!

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost bc #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfiction #fanfiction of a fanfiction #copiousloverofcopia's characters #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost band #papa iii #papa terzo #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus lll #terzo x alé #terzo x alessandra #terzo x ale #tied as one #prime mover #prime mover alessandra #terzo as a dad #dad terzo #fanfic #Terzo X Alessandra #Terzo X Alé #ghostband #papa emeritus terzo #daddy terzo #cardinal terzo #omega

[copiousloverofcopia]

So there's the videos of family responding poorly to pregnancy announcements, right? The disappointed grandparent or even more upset older children? Would that ever happen with Terzo and Alé? Their older kids having a melt down or even Secondo being horrified? Or would it all just be joyous news? lol

I have been promising to do SOMETHING for you lol and then stuff keeps happening!!

lol anyways here is a little something you asked for love, and I hope you enjoy this small snippet, a mini fic reaction of them finding out about Terzo and Alessandra's 3rd baby!

The Greatest Honor

Terzo and Alessandra have some news to share with the rest of the Emeritus family, though not everyone is excited.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

Secondo let out an exasperated sigh as he hung up the phone. Rolling his head from side to side, listening to the cracking of his bones. Cursing his age felt in them as he headed into the main hall, his course set for Terzo’s office. The old man, muttering to himself how this little “meeting”, called in the middle of his morning prayers, had better be for something good.

“I'm here. Now what is this all about. Some of us have things to do.” Secondo blurted out as he swung the door open. The man had barely crossed an inch over the threshold and was already trying to hurry things along. 

“Come sit down you old fool so we can all talk.” Terzo chided, rolling his eyes. Secondo approached, taking a seat beside Primo and Copia at Terzo’s desk.

"You're looking rather cheery this morning." Primo teased as Secondo settled into his designated chair. Clearing his throat and crossing one leg over the other. His irritation, worn plainly in his demeanor. 

"So?" Copia asked, decidedly more excited than the others of what was to come. Terzo held up a finger as he pulled open his office drawer, revealing a small envelope.

"Here." He said handing it over for Copia to open. The current Papa worked carefully to open it. 

"Is this?" Copia said, his eyes widening as he removed the contents inside—an ultrasound photo. 

"Alessandra and I are expecting another child." Terzo beamed. Prideful and content and so very excited to be adding to his brood. Copia smiled ear to ear, delighting in the news along with Primo. Secondo, however, raised his brow in judgment. 

“Terzo when the old man told you to sire an heir, he didn't mean an entire convocation.” Secondo snarked, eliciting a quick wack to his bald head from Primo’s hand.  "Stronzo." Secondo said, sneering over to him.

“Papa, how can you say such a thing? Terzo This is wonderful news…more little ones to fawn over.” Copia smiled, just as excited as Terzo at the news. Primo too was joyful at the news. Already imagining teaching the little one the ins and outs of the garden. Assigning them their own plot to tend to once they came of age. That being said he wasn't above giving Terzo his own bit of good-natured teasing.

“You do know how this keeps happening, don’t you fratellino?” Primo asked, sending Terzo a wink. Just as he was about to answer, Alé arrived, bringing Mena and Dante in tow.

“Well hello.” she said as Mena and Dante ran from out her side. Mena, heading directly to her father and little Dante, climbing up on Copia’s lap. 

“Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.” Copia said, hugging him tightly. “I am so excited for you Ragazzino!” Dante, looking over to his father in confusion as Alessandra reached Terzo and Mena behind the desk.

“I see you’ve told them.” she smiled, giving Terzo a kiss. The two of them, still so sickeningly in love as Terzo’s fingertips brushed against the still inconspicuous bump of his Prime Mover’s belly.  

“Sí, though not everyone shares our excitement.” Terzo chuckled, motioning towards Secondo.

“Excitement about what Papa?” asked Mena as she tugged against the bottom of his jacket. Terzo squatted down beside her, wanting to meet her on her level. 

“Mena, dolcezza—Your mother and I…we are going to have another baby. You are going to be a big sister again.” he explained, waiting for his daughter's confusion to turn into elation. Instead Terzo was surprised, along with the others, when her face contorted. Tears, spilling down her cheeks as she brought her hands to her eyes.  

"But I don't wanna have another baby!" She cried. Her face, turning red as Dante played completely unbothered in Copia's lap. 

"Glad I'm not the only one." Secondo said snarkily. Alessandra, snapping a murderous look in his direction. Terzo felt for her. Though he was not the oldest child, he knew what it was like to have many siblings. The endless fighting and vying for attention. It could be a lot for anyone to deal with. 

"Oh…mia principessa. It will be alright." Terzo assured her, picking his little girl up and holding her close in his arms. She was so sweet and beautiful, but also so willful—just like her mother. His heart pained seeing her this way.

"Might I?" Primo began, rising up from his chair and taking the empty spot alongside his brother and niece. Terzo shifted so that Mena might see him better. Wiping her eyes of the tears she couldn't help but shed.

"Zio…" she sniffled, holding her arms out for Primo to take her. Primo smiled, giving her a kiss on her round little cheek. His niece, wrapping her arms around him tightly as her tears slowly began to subside.

"Listen piccola. I too am the oldest sibling." He began as Mena raised her head up from the comfort of his shoulder to look at him.

"You are?"

"I am…and you know what?" Primo continued. His voice, so soothing and calm. 

"What?" Mena asked, sniffing back once more.

"It is the greatest honor that I have ever had." Primo told her. Mena seemed to understand, while it wasn't easy it was something she would do with pride, love, and understanding. Wanting to be just like her Zio Primo.

"Thank you Zio. I will do my best." Mena smiled, squeezing Primo with her little arms.

"That's my dolcezza. Now if you ever need some advice or even a break from your siblings you come tell Zio Primo, sí?" 

"Sí…" Mena replied, as Primo set her down. Mena, quickly going to hug first her mother and then father before staring up at them. "I'm sorry Daddy. I will be a good big sister I promise." She said looking back at Primo who gave her a wink.

"I know you will." Terzo praised, giving her a small kiss atop her head before he set her back down. Mena and Dante, quickly taking off from the office full speed as Copia delightfully tagged along behind them.

"Maybe I should tell you that you'll be a good zio…might help improve your mood." Primo chuckled as he placed his hand on Secondo's shoulder. The room, roaring with laughter from Terzo, Alé, Primo, and surprisingly—even Secondo. 

Notes:

Oh mio Dante, stai crescendo così in fretta.- Oh my Dante, you are growing so fast.

Ragazzino- Little buddy

Dolcezza- honey, sweetheart

mia principessa- my princess

Piccola- little one

#you asked I answered #terzo x ale #Terzo x alessandra #papas as dads #a mini tied as one eternally snippet sequel #terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #pregnancy #pregnancy announcement

[deathshallbenomore]

mia madre mi manda aggiornamenti su zerocalcare e la prima cosa che penso è mm questo potrebbe averlo scritto la mia cara amica tumblr mutual giulia deathshallbenomore <3

sarà il fatto che le madri sono indubbiamente genitore 1 e chi la pensa diversamente evidentemente vive dal lato sbagliato della storia (mentre io e il dott. zerocalcare la pensiamo nel modo giusto), saranno i riferimenti ad adrian la serie evento………… del resto sono mai stata avvistata insieme a zerocalcare?

#in realtà che ridere. sì #esistono x persone che possono dire di averci visti nella stessa stanza #correva l’anno boh rega ero tipo al terzo anno di liceo #e andai con uno a vedere questo tale fumettista. onestamente non so se fosse già iper famoso e io solo ignorante o cosa onestamente #questo tale fumettista nel senso che non avevo idea di chi fosse zerocalcare perché vivo sotto a un sasso #però facciamo conto che questo accadde pure più di 10 anni fa #no ecco la cosa che fa molto ridere è che boh forse questo ci stava provando con me o comunque tastando il terreno? non lo so amici era un #periodo confuso e buio della mia vita. ricordo di aver esperito uno degli abbracci più imbarazzanti della mia esistenza #del tutto estemporaneo. lui ottocento metri più alto di me. chimica meno mille. l’unica cosa che condividevamo era l’astio per l’esistenza #ma quella non è affinità. si chiama depressione al giorno d’oggi. lol #quindi mi rimetto al giudizio della corte ma tanto è passato abbastanza tempo da poterci ridere su. la cosa che ricordo meglio era il caldo #perché CHE MINCHIA VAI IN UN POMERIGGIO D’ESTATE A MILANO IN MEZZO ALL’ASFALTO MA CHE È #bene fine dell’oversharing chiedo scusa a tuttə ciao xoxo

[mchiti]

per una marocchina dire che la marsigliese sia l'inno più bello non è un po' difficile? visto il rapporto non tranquillissimo tra i due paesi 😂😂😂

anon assolutamente no, la marsigliese è l'inno più bello del mondo e io sfido davvero tutti a pensare il contrario... quando tutti gli altri inneggiano a patria [intesa come entità sovrapopolare] a re e presidenti e alle bellezze dei mari e dei fiori questi cantano di armarsi e sgozzare i padroni sorry what's there not to love?

poi, la storia colonialista della francia e la sua politica internazionale è una profonda macchia con cui questo paese (e l'inghilterra, di cui si parla meno per qualche strana ragione, e la spagna, l'olanda, i paesi bassi, poi gli stati uniti, in misura minore l'italia) deve fare i conti con silenzio ed umiltà, cosa che purtroppo molti continuano a non avere ed è giusto ammetterlo. Com'è giusto ammettere che è anche facile fare le rivoluzioni e instaurare un concetto di democrazia che poi tieni saldo anche grazie a una crescita economica che poggia sullo sfruttamento coloniale. Com'è giusto che il Marocco tagli i rapporti, figurati che ormai il francese non è neanche più riconosciuto come lingua nazionale. Però rimane il fatto che la rivoluzione francese era necessaria per il popolo, e i poveri non si arricchivano con le colonie, erano vittime pure loro. E sono riusciti a fare qualcosa di importante per lo sviluppo culturale di tutta europa. Alla fine la stessa bandiera italiana nasce sul modello francese e l'inno ricalca la marsigliese, i semi che hanno gettato sono stati importanti.

#asks #comunque molto vicino ci va l'inno brasiliano x me #è bellissimo....il testo......... #ah e quello argentino al terzo posto. il mio podio

[kon-igi]

Fra le misure più importanti stabilite dal decreto, ci sono anche nuove regole riguardanti i minori non accompagnati. Innanzitutto, saranno predisposti controlli più stringenti per verificarne l’età: secondo il governo, fra quelli presenti in Italia al momento, ci sarebbero in realtà molti maggiorenni che si sono autocertificati come minori. Il decreto autorizza le autorità di pubblica sicurezza a disporre, immediatamente dopo l’arrivo delle persone migranti in Italia, lo «svolgimento di rilevamenti antropometrici», cioè di procedure mediche per accertare l’età dei migranti, compresi esami a raggi X, dopo aver chiesto l’autorizzazione a un tribunale dei minorenni. Se viene stabilito che il migrante abbia dichiarato il falso sulla sua età, la pena per il reato di false dichiarazioni al pubblico ufficiale può essere sostituita dalla misura amministrativa dell’espulsione.

Dal punto di vista tecnico qua siamo ai livelli di 'Mettiamo dei virus nei siti dei pedofili' proposto qualche anno fa da un illuminato parlamentare di cui ho voluto scordare il nome.

Sintetizzando, NON È SCIENTIFICAMENTE POSSIBILE individuare con tale precisione l'età di un individuo (l'rx polso-carpo è utile nella fascia 10-15 anni e l'indice di maturità del terzo molare troppo impreciso), senza considerare che lo sviluppo corporeo è influenzato enormemente dalle condizioni ambientali e dall'alimentazione... e per mettere una pietra tombale sulla farneticazione, che la maggior parte delle tabelle di controllo si riferiscono ad adolescenti e giovani adulti bianchi e in buona salute.

Il prossimo passo sarà rispolverare le teorie di Lombroso così si espellerà a prima vista chi ha la faccia da delinquente.

P.S. nessuna vera polemica utile da parte mia (lo so che parlano al loro elettorato) ma mi premeva spiegare l'estensione cosmica della minchiata.

[whatawonderfulexistence--blog]

I Want (Copia x GN! Reader FLUFF)

(A/N: I gotta be honest this was inspired by a Lil Nas X song, I was originally writing this for Secundo but it got way too soft for how I plan on portraying him, so who better to write about than our sweet boi Copia! Would you guys want a Secundo fic? Thanks for reading!)

You sighed, slumping down on your desk, glancing over at Copia's closed door. He was currently in there having a meeting with Terzo about God knows what. You were really hoping that you would get a chance to have some alone time with Copia before your day was over. "Well you certainly don't look happy." Swiss muses, leaning down to make eye contact with you. "Is someone taking up your time with your precious Papa?" You simply roll your eyes at his remark.

"You know it's nothing like that." You absentmindedly start straightening things out on your desk, trying to keep the blush off your face. Swiss groans loudly, laying dramatically across your desk.

"When are you both going to accept that you're in love with each other, the tension is suffocating." You couldn't help but audibly scoff.

"You can't be serious. There's no way in hell Copia's in love with me."

"He's right." You let out a small shriek as Sodo started talking next to your ear. "We've all seen how the two of you are together.

"(Y/N), are you alright?" Copia suddenly bursts through the door. His eyes narrowed as his gaze switched between Swiss and Sodo. "You two aren't causing her any trouble, are you?" They both shake their heads.

"Sodo just startled me Papa, I didn't realize he was here." He gives his two Ghouls one last stern look before heading back into his office. "Did you two really come all the way down here for this?"

"No, we came down here to ask you for a favor." Sodo sits on the edge of your desk. "We have to travel into the city tonight to perform a ritual, Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil are going to be reviewing this ritual so Copia's pretty nervous."

"We were hoping you could convince him to let you ride over to the venue with him, help steady his nerves a little bit." Swiss jumps to the point of what Sodo was trying to ask you.

"You both know he would never agree to that, he likes to be by himself before rituals."

"He wouldn't agree to it if it was one of us, but you, (Y/N), that man would give anything in the world to spend time alone with you." You were still very skeptical about this plan, you crossed your arms and leaned back in your chair. "Come on, I know you want to spend time with him too. Sitting alone in a car with Papa, maybe he'll even want to hold your hand. Maybe, he'll even find the time to confess his feelings-" You cut him off by shushing him, Swiss was borderline yelling at this point and you knew there was only one way to shut him up.

"If I say yes will you guys leave? Terzo's not going to be happy if you keep interrupting his meeting with Copia." They both give you expectant looks. "Fine, if that's what will make you happy, I'll talk to him after his meeting."

"Have fun." Swiss sings at you.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Sodo gives you a clap on the shoulder as he passes by. You nervously began bouncing your leg, checking the time every three minutes. You nearly jumped out of your chair when the office door finally opened. You watched Terzo and Copia exchange a handshake, Terzo wishing him luck at the ritual tonight and Copia telling him that they would talk soon. Terzo bids you a good rest of your evening as he heads out, which left you alone with Copia whose eyes were currently locked on you.

"Can I talk to you for a moment my dear?" You nod, Copia motions for you to follow him into his office. He carefully shuts the door behind you. "Please, have a seat. Can I get you tea? Coffee?"

"Papa, you're making me feel like you're about to fire me." You say nervously. His eyes immediately widen at your statement.

"Oh, no! Nothing like that at all, (Y/N), you're the best assistant I could ever ask for." He pulls up a chair next to you. "Are my Ghouls treating you alright?" He holds one of your hands in his.

"Is this about how Sodo scared me earlier?" He nods and you laugh. "Your Ghouls treat me perfectly, they're my best friends."

"That's a relief, seeing Sodo and Swiss together is usually trouble so forgive me for being so concerned." He chuckles.

"I honestly think it's really sweet you were concerned about me Papa." You give his hand a gentle squeeze. Looking at him now you could see the nervousness in his eyes. Swiss and Sodo weren't lying, he was terrified. "Is everything alright? You seem awfully stressed."

"I just hope this ritual goes really well tonight." He says with a sigh.

"You're going to be wonderful like always." You lean in a little closer to him. "And if you would like someone to hold your hand and help you through it I'm more than happy to volunteer." The two of you exchange a smile.

"It would be an honor for you to accompany me to this ritual tonight."

"It's a date." Copia's grin grows.

"It's a date. Meet me back here by six, alright?" You nod, giving his hand one last squeeze before you left his office to go get ready. You had to stop yourself from skipping down the hallway you were so happy. You had the perfect outfit in mind for the occasion, you had been looking for a reason to wear this. You planned on being elegant yet sexy. Yes, this was your first official date with Copia, but you also had to follow through on your promise to Swiss and Sodo of distracting him from his nerves. You decided to head back a little earlier than necessary, wanting to ensure that you weren't going to be late. You were met with the sight of Copia pacing in front of his door.

"You look very handsome Papa." You say with a smile. Copia was at an obvious loss for words, jaw hanging open as he took in every inch of you.

"(Y/N), you look absolutely wonderful... Wow..." Copia couldn't stop staring, causing you to blush. "Are you ready to get going?" You nod, slipping your hand under Copia's arm. He smiles warmly at you, resting his hand on top of yours. The two of you shared in some pleasant conversation as he walked you down to the garage to take one of the cars for the night. He opened the door for you, you slid to the middle of the bench, wanting to sit as close to him as possible. "I hope you don't mind riding alone with me to the venue."

"I don't mind at all, it's nice getting to spend time with you." You rest your hand on his shoulder. Copia slowly started to lean in towards you, you cautiously copied his motions. Just as his lips were about to meet yours he pulled back, clearing his throat.

"We should probably be on our way." You could hear how flustered he was by his tone alone. You headed off, your head resting comfortably on Copia's shoulder as he drove. "You know it's really nice having you around. I always get so nervous before shows, especially when it's going to get analyzed. They could decide after tonight that they don't want me as Papa anymore."

"There's no way that's going to happen. You're an incredible Papa, I'm sure the Ministry sees that too." He rests his hand on your leg, you smile at him.

"Can I be honest with you?" You nod, giving him your full attention. "When I originally got offered the position I didn't want to be Papa. I still don't know if this is what I want even now."

"Is there anything that you know you want?"

"I want... Someone to love me, who needs me. It's great being Papa, but it's also very lonely." You found yourself smiling down at your lap listening to him. He wanted exactly what you did. You pulled up at the venue, security meeting you at the car to escort you and Copia into the building. He definitely seemed much more relaxed than when you had left the Abbey. That addictive swagger you were used to seeing on stage was starting to come out. Swiss gave you a nod as you walked past him, following Copia into his dressing room. "(Y/N)." Hearing him say your name instantly catches your attention. "After tonight can we make plans for me to take you out on an actual date?"

"Copia, you can take me on as many dates as you like." You say with a small laugh. He makes his way over to you and pulls you into a tight embrace. "You're going to do amazing tonight."

"With you here I absolutely will." The way he was holding you caused your heart to race, knowing that you were physically there with him was the only thing that was allowing Copia to hold himself together. All of the stress and the pressure of being the head of the ministry, you made it all worth it for him. You got to watch closely from the side of the stage, the crowd was eating out of the palm of his hand. Copia was born for this role, there was no denying that. You went through a wide range of emotions watching him out there, even if you weren't out in the crowd yourself you were right there experiencing the ritual along with them. You hadn't realized until everybody started to head backstage, sometime during final bows while you were applauding Copia and all his Ghouls tears had started streaming down your face. This was something you would never forget, a memory you could share with the man you loved more than anything else. He continued waving at the crowd until he was entirely out of view from the stage, the second all eyes were off him he turned to you.

"Copia that was incre-" You were cut off by him grabbing you by the hips, lips crashing into yours in a way that instantly took your breath away.

"I need you to be by my side, is that something you can do?" You nod, absolutely speechless. "I love you (Y/N)."

"I love you too Copia." He laughs with excitement, pulling you to him once more. In the background the faint sound of the Ghouls screaming out in happiness could be heard, some were pissed they lost their bets but happy for the two of you regardless. You wanted Copia more than anything else, it was nice to know he felt the same about you.

#fluff #ghost band #ghost bc #papa copia #papa emeritus 4 #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus x reader #ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa copia x reader #copia x reader

[hiraethhh-h]

healing process

a familiar face comes to escort you backstage before the ritual. you assume it’d be another normal performance, so you spend a bit of time with terzo. unfortunately, it was a fleeting moment.

warnings: spoilers for ghost lore

pairings: papa III x gn!reader, platonic!oc x gn!reader

notes: angst w/o comfort bc im in a silly goofy mood :)

wc: 1.4k

you sat at your wooden vanity, adjusting your outfit and brushing out any visible wrinkles. it was another ritual night, one you were particularly excited to attend because terzo said he’d be playing one of your favorites. you could only wonder which one.

giving yourself another once over, you turned to add any accessories to your outfit, only to hear a knock come from your door. “papa has requested your presence.” a muffled voice called. you frowned slightly, glancing at the clock on your wall. had you really lost track of time? clearing your throat, you called out, “give me a minute!” before standing and grabbing your shoes and slipping them on. 

upon opening the door, you were met with a familiar masked-face, one that had two patches on both sides. “you look ravenous.” snare cooed, her tail idly swinging. you rolled your eyes with a small smile, “shouldn’t you put that away?” you gestured to snare’s appendage, the ghoulette lightly smacking your arm with it in return. “yeah, but i like to have a bit of a breather before rituals. staying in my glamored form for too long makes me antsy.” snare shrugged. you shut the door behind you, beginning to walk side by side down the hallway. “even after all this time?” you tilted your head, glancing at your taller companion. “hell yeah! i’d explain it but we’re kinda pressed for time.” she chuckled.

together you passed through hall after hall making small talk. Eventually you heard the chatter of people beyond a door. snare led you to a backdoor, waving at the guards. you gave the man and woman a small smile, the two letting you pass once they recognized snare. “well, this is where we part ways my friend.” snare turned to you. despite not being able to see her face, you could feel her smile beneath her mask. you shook your head, letting snare pull you into a bear hug. you wrapped your arms around her waist, feeling that her body temperature was on par with a normal human’s. “have fun shredding up there.” you murmured. a soft chuckle left your lips upon feeling snare give you a small squeeze, “you know i will.” she replied.

the sound of a clearing throat drew you two apart, snare glancing over your shoulder. “amore.” you turned around at the familiar voice, eyes brimming with excitement. “terzo!” with rushed steps, you slung your arms around his neck and pulled him down to press a kiss to the shell of his ear. terzo gave a low chuckle, snaking his arms around your waist. “you seem eager.” he hummed, pulling away to look at you. “well, you did promise to play one of my favorite songs.” you smiled. the satanic pope gave a soft laugh, “i did, didn’t i?” he smiled. terzo gently ghosted his knuckle over your cheek, the two of you holding each other’s gazes.

“papa, two minutes till showtime!” snare called from down the hall. she tapped her tail against one of the metal beams on stage, producing a ringing sound. terzo let out a soft sigh, slowly pulling away from you. “i look forward to seeing you in the crowd tonight, 

il mio fiore.” terzo gently brushed past you, striding towards the curtain at the far end of the hall.

you were quick to make your way from backstage, mingling with the crowd. laughter left your lips as you greeted a few familiar faces, the chatter lively and uplifting. soon enough, the lights began to dim, people cheering once fog began to roll over the stage. you turned and watched with hopeful eyes, the room blacking out completely before flashing back on. terzo and the ghouls now stood on stage, the room filling with loud cheering once more as they began to play the opening song. as always, the ritual never made you feel so alive. “alright, alright,” terzo called, stepping forward on the stage. the spotlights zeroed in on him, the satanic pope raising his free hand before shouting, “everyone feeling good tonight?” the crowd roared in agreement, you giving your own cheer at the question. terzo laughed and nodded in approval, “good, good. now, this next song is for a… special someone here tonight.” he looked out into the sea of people, his eyes zeroing in on you. terzo flashed you a smile before backing away to allow snare to take his spot. the ghoulette strummed away at her guitar, shaking her hips from side to side. she nodded her head at you in greeting, dewdrop sauntering up beside her and beginning to synchronize with snare.

your eyes widened in realization. it was cirice… your head snapped to terzo, who simply shot you a quick wink and turned to begin singing the first verse. warmth blossomed in your chest, heat rushing to your face. terzo took long strides across the stage, slowly coming to a stop in front of you. he crouched down, leaning forward and beginning to reach out towards you. your arm shot out at lightning speed, your body pressing against the railing that separated you and the crowd from the stage. the two of you held each other’s gaze, the sound of the others playing and people singing along turned muffled. all that mattered in that moment to you was terzo. your brows furrowed once you saw two figures approach him from behind. “terzo!” two more guards went on-stage, escorting an elderly man dressed in white robes and a matching mitre. one of the guards wheeled an oxygen tank along, the other passing an oxygen mask to the male. he shakily took it, placing it on his face and inhaling deeply before handing it back. he turned to the crowd, spreading his arms out with his palms facing upwards. “the party is over. the middle ages have begun.” he announced.

a loud ringing filled your ears, drowning out the roaring of the people around you. your eyes drifted over to where terzo had been dragged off stage. what did that papa mean? was terzo gone for good now? your chest heaved rapidly, someone placing a hand on your shoulder and giving you a gentle shake. they were attempting to speak to you, but it sounded as if they were underwater. the world around you began to fade to black, your consciousness slipping away from you before you could realize it.

~

the gentle rush of the water did little to calm your nerves, not after the letter you received from snare. it had been three weeks ever since terzo’s dethroning. it had taken snare another week to reach out to you and ask you to meet her at the gardens. ‘east garden. 3am.’ was all the message said. you supposed it was better than being left in the dark, if snare told you anything at all. approaching footsteps snapped you out of your thoughts, a warm body situating itself next to you on the fountain’s edge. “hey, how’re you holding up?” snare questioned, her voice strained and hesitant. a soft sigh left your lips, “not well…” snare’s shoulders sagged at your words, “sorry, bad question.” she murmured.

the rushing water and nightlife filled in for the silence, the moon’s gentle blue glow basking the garden in a soft light. snare cleared her throat, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a black cloth. her masked face turned to you, your eyes glancing at the tinted eye-holes before flitting down to the cloth in her palm. you could faintly make out some sort of rectangular shape, you squinted in an attempt to get a better look. “papa would’ve wanted you to have this.” snare held the item out to you. you hesitantly took it, grasping the item hidden beneath the cloth. your heart began to race as you peeled the cloth off. there sat the yellow kazoo of destiny, right in the palm of your hand.

you sniffled loudly, tears blurring your vision. you shut your eyes tightly, your fist closing around the kazoo as you brought it to your chest. it was all you had left of terzo… snare’s arm wrapped around your waist, gently pulling you into her arms. your body shook with silent sobs, the ghoulette’s other hand reaching to gently massage your shoulder. together the two of you sat in the garden beneath the moon, you crying your heart out at the loss of your lover, and snare keeping her head low as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

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[filorunsultra]

Dakota Jones, l’aria inquinata, la panchina di Chamonix

Dunque c’è questa foto, ripubblicata su Instagram mesi fa, che ho salvato nella certezza che un giorno sarebbe tornata utile. Si vedono tre persone su una panchina, a Chamonix Mont-Blanc, lungo la pista ciclabile. Si chiamano Scott Jurek, Goeff Roes e Dakota Jones, e tutti e tre si sono appena ritirati dall’Ultra-Trail du Mont Blanc 2011. Sono seduti su quella panchina ad aspettare di vedere Kilian Jornet vincere il suo terzo UTMB. Sono giovani—uno di loro lo è ancora oggi, mentre gli altri due appartengono già all’Olimpo dell’ultrarunning. Ripostando la foto, qualche giorno dopo aver fatto podio a CCC, nel 2023, Jones aveva scritto: “In my recent post I mentioned sitting on a bench in Chamonix after dropping out of UTMB 2011. Scott Jurek sent me the photo! This is from that day! I can’t remember who these two other people are. They probably aren’t important to the history of trail running… I look such an idiot on this picture”.

Tra quella panchina e noi ci passano tredici anni, ere geologiche e generazioni di corridori, ma c’è chi è riuscito ad attraversarle indenne, arrivando dall’altra parte meglio di come era partito. Non molti, a dire il vero, e dei tre in quella foto uno soltanto. Nel frattempo, Jurek è diventato una divinità, Roes è stato semidimenticato (forse perché vive ad Anchorage, Alaska, ai confini del mondo conosciuto), ma solo Jones ha continuato a correre ad altissimi livelli, e forse più alti di allora—questo e altri sono i vantaggi di iniziare a correre ultramaratone a 18 anni. Ne riportiamo brevemente la carriera, testimoniata nelle agiografie e consultabile su UltraSignup: Jones corse la sua prima 50 chilometri nel 2008 a Moab, la cittadina dello Utah in cui è nato. Il maggio successivo corse la sua prima 50 miglia, mentre nel 2010 la prima 100 miglia, Bear 100, chiudendo in settima posizione in 22 ore e 15 minuti e vincendo la Bear 50 miglia dieci giorni dopo. Il giorno della foto sulla panchina a Chamonix Jones non ha ancora 21 anni e ha da poco corso la sua prima Hardrock 100 (secondo in 27h10’). Da lì in poi ha corso ogni gara che qualunque corridore coscienzioso sognerebbe di correre, e, oggi, dà l’impressione di essere in questo sport da sempre, pur avendo a malapena 34 anni e avendo appena raggiunto la fase migliore della sua carriera. Si spiega anche solo così, almeno per chi è sensibile a questo genere di cose, perché sia avvolto da un certo fascino. Tocca contare e ricontare aiutandosi con le dita per convincersi che siano passati solo tredici anni, tanto sono cambiati questo sport e il suo sapore.

Flash-forward. È un pomeriggio di febbraio, da qualche giorno #inquinamentopianurapadana ha preso il posto di #palestina nei trend di X e di Instagram. Da una settimana vengono pubblicate ovunque cartine geografiche molto colorate, anche se tutte un po’ diverse tra loro. Dati indecifrabili ai più, ma con un significato chiaro a tutti. Per gli empiristi e i dubbiosi, da qualche giorno dalla collina est di Trento si distingue un denso strato di foschia che copre il fondo valle anche nelle giornate limpide. C’è dunque un’altra foto, destinata a restare negli annali del Trento Running Club: c’è Martina Valmassoi in piedi su una panchina panoramica della Marzola, al tramonto, con un cielo giallo e azzurro e le classiche nuvole estive di fine inverno, e sotto, sulla valle, quella lingua di polveri sottili che copre migliaia di persone. Noi otto—io, Pass, Micky, Martino, Tommy, Mario (il di lui cane), Martina e Dakota—siamo dall’altro lato della fotocamera, a 900 metri e in maniche corte (Mario no, è un cane). Dakota sta imparando l’italiano e ha ben chiara una frase: “giovedì, merda”. È nota l’affezione dell’italiano per la perifrasi, ma quella è fin troppo chiara, così approfittiamo dell’ultimo giorno di bel tempo per portarli sulla Marzola, al di sopra della malaticcia foschia che adombra la valle.

Avevo visto Dakota Jones per la prima volta in mezzo al deserto, mentre mi superava a un metro e mezzo da terra al terzo giro di Javelina Jundred. La seconda, a Chamonix, a qualche metro dall’ormai proverbiale panchina, aspettando il suo passaggio all’ultimo chilometro di CCC; in compagnia, io, di uno scatenato Francesco Puppi e di un commosso Dylan Bowman, per amore del gesto atletico il primo e per patriottismo il secondo. Anche Martina—già notissima ai più assidui frequentatori di questa rivista, ma mica solo a loro—l’avevo incontrata soltanto di sfuggita. Escluse queste fugaci apparizioni, il primo surreale incontro con entrambi doveva evidentemente avvenire qui, in un parcheggio della Marzola, sopra a Trento, in un anodino pomeriggio di febbraio. La scusa, una serata a cui li abbiamo invitati circa un mese prima con un prosaico messaggio su Whatsapp, per venire a raccontare le loro storie ai corridori di Trento, davanti a una birra, schiacciati in una saletta troppo piccola e con due telecamere in faccia e un registratore sulle ginocchia. Perché le epifanie vanno registrate e tramandate, e riascoltate in loop, anche in forma di aforisma, come un reel, che una volta che finisce ricomincia daccapo. È ancora questa, nonostante tutto, una delle ultime cose che ci illude di vivere ancora uno sport di nicchia, rievocato da quella foto sulla panchina: invitare un atleta a raccontare delle cose a caso a gente a caso in una birreria a caso, e a correre un giorno a caso in un boschetto a caso. E senza sponsor, o senza nominare, nemmeno per sbaglio, le scuderie degli atleti. Questo è il motivo per cui quell’amalgama di individui che chiamiamo comunità (inciso: comunità fisica, non mediatica), individui ancora troppo poco adulti per abbandonare il pronome plurale (chi ce lo dirà, tra vent’anni, che quel noi era solo un’illusione?), continuerà a essere grata e devota.

“Ma la cosa che conta di più è lo sforzo, il viaggio che facciamo allenandoci ogni giorno, la routine, e soprattutto condividere questo viaggio con persone che capiscono, persone come voi. Questo è il modo per abbracciare questa comunità. Non stiamo facendo uno sport individuale, anche se tecnicamente quando corriamo siamo da soli, ma facciamo gare per stare con altre persone e perché così possiamo condividere i nostri obiettivi e la nostra passione con altre persone. Ed è una cosa che non capisco del tutto, è una specie di domanda senza risposta: perché significa così tanto per me? Ma essere in grado di viaggiare per migliaia di chilometri e incontrare un gruppo di persone come voi, che probabilmente sentono la stessa cosa che sento io per questo sport, è qualcosa di potente.”

Una banda di matti. Questo, almeno, deve aver pensato chi passava fuori dal locale e vedeva attraverso le vetrate quella piccola folla ascoltare queste parole. Tutti matti, idealisti e sognatori, che poi in fondo sono la stessa cosa.

C’è questa scena bella e violenta, che in pochi minuti spazza via ogni sogno adolescenziale con un colpo di spugna, qualunque sogno, mio e vostro; è il momento in cui diventiamo adulti, in cui scopriamo che tutto quello in cui credevamo non era che un gioco. È l’ultima scena di Quadrophenia, di Franc Roddamm (1979), che, come tanti film che parlano di queste cose, è diventato il manifesto di un movimento pure facendolo a pezzi. C’è quindi questo Jimmy, sulle scogliere di Dover, che dopo aver trovato nella controcultura mod—ma metteteci quello che volete—il senso della sua vita di adolescente disadattato, e dopo aver fatto a pezzi lavoro e famiglia in nome di quello stile di vita, vede i suoi pilastri crollargli addosso a uno a uno, scoprendo che per tutti gli altri—i suoi amici, i mod—era solo un gioco: un modo di vestire, un modo di comportarsi: niente di esistenziale. Così Jimmy torna a Brighton, il luogo in cui per la prima volta aveva sentito di appartenere a qualcosa, e in cui aveva creduto, nel modo più alto, di essere nato per quello. Qui scopre che il suo idolo ribelle, Ace Face, fa il facchino in un hotel, e deluso ruba la sua Lambretta e la getta dalle scogliere. La fine del noi.

Tutti abbiamo la nostra Brighton, e prima o poi Brighton muore. Però c’è qualcosa che di volta in volta si rinnova, qualcosa di cui continuiamo a portare l’illusione, un noi, che sono poi persone con nomi e cognomi, non certo entità astratte, con cui condividiamo il processo, o se non altro dei momenti, momenti che magari non hanno nessun significato, parole al vento che tra vent’anni nemmeno ricorderemo, ma che sono comunque momenti reali. E siamo disposti a fare a pezzi le nostre vite in nome di questo, e a sacrificare il nostro tempo, il nostro denaro, i nostri dolori, e in una certa misura anche alcuni pezzi della nostra felicità. Chiunque corra le 100 miglia è disposto a farlo, almeno in parte, è una forma di privazione. Una gabbia di matti. Sono modi per sopravvivere, tutti insieme, e per dare un senso a qualcosa che non ce l’ha. Maschere, forse, e allora datecene un’altra, un’altra maschera ancora.

Per capire a che livello la mia condizione sia patologica, questa notte ho sognato di andare in questo posto (foto): è il Twede's Cafè di North Bend, Washington, il diner RR di Twin Peaks. Nel sogno non avevano la crostata di mirtilli, bastardi. Poi perdevo treni e aerei e accadevano le classiche cose dei sogni, in cui di solito vivo la perenne condizione dell’out of time man.

[diceriadelluntore]

Storia Di Musica #298 - X, Under The Big Black Sun, 1982

Le due voci di oggi, nel percorso mensile di scoperta dei gruppi in cui la voce leader è maschile e femminile, rappresentano il duo più spettacolare, più estremo e più stupefacente (in molti sensi). Furono agli inizi degli anni ’80 la nuova sensazione della musica punk americana (che ricordo aveva caratteristiche molto diverse da quello europeo, musicali si, ma soprattutto ideologiche). La storia parte con John Nommensen Duchac, un musicista statunitense cresciuto nei dintorni di Los Angeles. Nel 1978 in piena stagione punk insieme ad un chitarrista rockabilly che collaborò con Gene Vincent (quello di Be-Bop-A-Lula) e Etta James, Billy Zoom, e un batterista che ama il country e il blues, D.J. Bonebrake, inizia a suonare nei locali alternativi di Los Angeles. Nel 1979 l’incontro con una poetessa beat (definizione sua) Christene Lee Cervenka, che viene convinta a cantare. Lei cambia il nome in Exene Cervenka, John in John Doe, che è il nome usato negli USA per indicare un uomo la cui reale identità è sconosciuta. Scelgono un nome per il loro gruppo del tutto coerente con la loro idea di apparire enigmatici e “qualunquisti”: X. Con questo nome incidono i primi due singoli, Los Angeles e Adult Book, che comparivano in una compilation dal titolo Yes L.A., la risposta sarcastica ad un progetto simile sulla new wave newyorchese, che si intitolava No New York prodotto da Brian Eno. L’incontro decisivo avviene al Whisky Club di Los Angeles dove li vide suonare Ray Manzarek, colonna dei The Doors. Con il suo aiuto firmano un contratto discografico e nel 1980 esce Los Angeles. Album epocale anche per la iconica copertina (una X in fiamme su sfondo nero) la band mostra il suo lato alternativo allo stesso punk: mini storie nichiliste (Your Phone’s Off The Hook, But You’re Not), inni alla malinconia (The Unheard Music, Nausea, costruite anche con il Farfisa in stile Doors di Ray e usate recentemente in documentari e in famose serie TV), la ripresa di Los Angeles e una cover arrabbiata di Soul Kitchen come omaggio al maestro in consolle. Critica e pubblica sono estasiati e gli X iniziano ad essere la prima vera sensazione del punk californiano. Sull’onda di Los Angeles, nel 1981 la band replica con Wild Gift. Stavolta la copertina è a colori accesi, sempre con Manzarek in produzione, il disco è tutto dominato dai duetti acidi di John Doe e Exene, e musicalmente il punk rock si alterna a momenti dove l’amore di Zoom per il rockabilly ha la meglio (In This House That I Call Home), con due dediche speciale alla città degli angeli, mai così decadente come in Universal Corner e Beyond And Back. Anche questo disco è un successo di critica e pubblico. Alla prova del nove del terzo album, arriva l’atteso capolavoro.

Under The Big Black Sun esce per la Elektra (la casa discografica dei Doors, ultimo regalino di Manzarek) nel 1982: in copertina un disegno del famoso Alfred Harris. Under The Big Black Sun è un album che sulla solita base schizzata e veloce del punk innesta altri stili, per un disco seminale per le generazioni successive: la meravigliosa Hungry Wolf e Motel Room In My Bed sono super rock e tutte giocate sui duetti vocali tra Doe e Exene, e dominati, soprattutto la seconda, dalla stupenda chitarra affilata di Zoom e il drumming di Bonebrake. La poesia del duo si districa tra sbavate storie d’amore, finite spesso in adulteri (Riding With Mary) o nella desolazione di una metropoli che è nerissima e maledetta (Because I Do). La sorella della Cervenka, Mary, morì durante le registrazioni, e a lei Exene dedica la toccante Come Back To Me (dove compare addirittura un sax). Zoom giganteggia anche in Real Child Of Hell e nella famosa How I (Learned My Lessons). C’è spazio anche per una “ballata” (The Have Nots) e per una ripresa di un brano blues (passione profonda di Doe, che con i due maschi della band farà due dischi di country blues con il nome The Knitters) Dancing With The Tears In My Eyes, di Dubin e Burke, nel repertorio di Leadbelly. Il momento magico continua con il successivo More Fun In The New World (1983) in cui si vira più verso tematiche sociali e non più solo personali, con due canzoni che diventeranno famose, The New World e una cover di Breathless di Jerry Lee Lewis, usata nella colonna sonora di All'Ultimo Respiro, remake americano del 1983 del classico di Godard Fino All'Ultimo Respiro, con Richard Gere protagonista. Di questi quattro dischi la celeberrima e mai troppo ringraziata etichetta discografica Rhino ha ripubblicato tutti i dischi rimasterizzati, con l’aggiunta di numerose chicche, anche live. John Doe ha affiancato alla carriera musicale anche una da attore, con ruoli anche in film famosi (Il Duro Del Road House, L'Ultima Volta Che Mi Sono Suicidato, Boogie Nights - L'Altra Hollywood tra gli altri) e ha partecipato a due serie TV molto famose qualche anno fa come Roswell e One Tree Hill. Exene Cervenka invece ha pubblicato diversi libri di poesia. Fino al 1985 i due erano anche sposati (poi la Cervenka sposerà Viggo Mortensen, da cui si separerà a sua volta), e non mi sembra un caso che dopo la loro separazione quel mix speciale e imprevedibile di punk e poesia di cui erano capaci sia diminuito. Date un ascolto ai loro lavori, tra l’altro in pieno stile punk durano pochissimo (Los Angeles in versione originale 27 minuti).

#x (band) #under the big black sun #1982 #recensione

[blueghoul]

She’s a Killer Queen

(Papa III x Female Reader)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, oral sex, vaginal sex. MDNI!

This is my first smut and first fanfic in a really long time. I’m sorry if it’s not the best; I thought really long on if to post it or not. I came up with the idea while listening to Queen.

Summary: You both had a really long day, why not have your Papa come with you on your favorite night at the club to wine down and let loose?

Read it here.

It was a very busy day in the ministry, you mainly stayed in your office with occasionally bringing paperwork to and from Imperator to Papa. You bring over the last of the paperwork you printed up and filled out for Imperator, calling it a day. You tell her have a good evening and leave out of her office to head up to your chambers that were in the same hall as the Emeritus brothers, being a senior sister had it’s perks.

You look down at your watch, seeing it’s half passed 6, you get a little wave of excitement to get to your chambers and get ready for Queen night at one of the local haunts. It was one of your favorite nights and you always looked forward to it, especially after a long day like today. Usually a few siblings and ghouls would follow with you, not sure they would tonight with how hectic it was.

As you walk through the halls, you hear footsteps behind you, thinking it was maybe Dew or Aether, you suddenly feel a strong hand on your back to turn you and wrap around your waist. With a little squeak, you lock eyes with Papa. “You scared the shit out of me, Papa”, you sigh, hitting him on the shoulder.

“Ah, sorry tesoro,” he gives you a shit-eating grin. “I just had to catch up to you. I hardly spoke to you today, I missed you.”

“You big lug, I missed you too. It was a very busy day today.” You cup his cheek, him leaning into your palm, softly smiling at him.

“You seem excited about something, what’s up your sleeve?”

“Oh, nothing special. It’s Queen night at the club, you should join me. Get some fresh air, dance a little.”

“That’s where you disappear on nights like these, si? You know I cannot tell you no.”

“Then go get yourself ready, wear something comfy,” you bite your lip, giving him a smack on his ass, him returning the favor.

You finish your makeup and hair in the bathroom, walking out to decide what you’re going to wear. Normally you’d wear a Queen t-shirt with some shorts, but tonight you wanted to look good for your Papa. You find a black crop top Queen shirt you made, along with some fishnets and a black skirt, it didn’t take much for Papa to be putty in your hands. You put a lacy purple bra and a purple lace thong on, his favorite color, knowing he’ll love it.

“Okay,” you take one last look in the mirror, “time to get Papa. I think he’ll love this.”

You walk over to his chambers, softly knocking on the door you hear him call out to come inside, letting him know it’s you you make your way in. He’s in his closet, still getting himself dressed.

“Hello amore, I am al-oh,” he pops his head out the door, widening his eyes at the sight before him. “Sei affascinante,” he purrs, pulling you to him, “I don’t know if I will be able to keep my hands off you.”

“Grazie, Papa, but we’re going to have to get going soon, they’re about to start in a few,” you wrap your arms around his neck, giving him a chaste kiss.

“Call me Terzo, amore, you know me well enough to not need to always call me Papa.”

“Okay, Terzo,” you kiss him once more.

You help him find something comfortable, a purple button down, that he insisted on having half of the buttons undone, with his black slacks. You hand him the gold chain with a grucifix on the end that you gifted him, it pulled it altogether. You smile, biting your lip in approval, taking his hand you two walk out the door.

You and Terzo make it to the club, walking right in and are welcomed by all the people inside. Some are surprised to see Terzo there on a night like this, some greeting him and some wanting to buy him a shot to start the night. “No, no, grazie but I cannot, you enjoy yourselves,” he turns over to you, “may I buy you a drink?”

“Of course, I cannot turn you down,” you take his hand and walk over to the bar and orders you two a drink.

“So tell me,” Terzo takes a sip of his drink, “how did this come about?”

“Well, I’m the one who started it. I really enjoy Queen, who doesn’t? I figure why not have a night dedicated to them? I’m already good friends with everyone here, especially the owner and bartenders, and I gave them the idea and that was it.”

“You’re good at pitching ideas, aren’t you?”

“You could call it that,” you chuckled, finishing the rest of your drink. You hear Don’t Stop Me Now starting and immediately get pulled into the dance floor, reaching out your hand for Terzo’s to take him with you. “This is one of my favorites!”

As the song plays, you sing along to Terzo, who mostly watches as you dance, eventually making him dance along with you. “I cannot dance tesoro,” he throws his hands up.

“I can’t either, it doesn’t matter if you can or can’t, it’s all in having fun and letting loose. Just follow me, feel the music!”

Finally, he gives in and dances along with you. You can’t help the smile on your face as you watch him let loose, it was always a joy to see him this way.

The song ends and another begins, Another One Bites the Dust, but you and Terzo walk back over to the bar, getting some more drinks. “You ever had fried pickles before?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink.

“I don’t think I have,” he raises an eyebrow, seeming a bit confused at the question.

“I’ll order us some, I’m sure you’ll like them.”

After you’ve ordered the pickles, they bring them out, you lick your lips at the sight, they were your favorite. You take one over to Terzo, popping it in his mouth for him, he hums and nods his head, “This is good, amore.”

You two eat the rest of the pickles, taking a couple more shots along with finishing your drinks. Killer Queen starts up, you drag Terzo back to the floor with you, everyone surrounds you as you sing the song, they practically dedicated it to you. You and him get close together, dancing on one another, feeling the drinks getting to you two. You put your arms around him, his hands pull against your waist, gripping into your hips.

You and him dance like that for a couple more songs, still holding onto each other, you look up to him, pushing his hair out his sweaty face to see that white eye gleam in the lights. “You’re so handsome, you know that right? Even all sweaty,” you breathe against his mouth, feeling his smile against yours pushing into a deepened kiss. “The night is going to be over soon, Bohemian Rhapsody is the last call.”

The last song of the night begins and everyone gets together one last time, this time you sing Freddie’s part. You usher Terzo to sing along with you, but he wants to see you take the spotlight instead. You command the crowd, singing the parts of John, Roger and Brian as you sing Freddie’s.

“I want you to join in the group headbang when it comes okay? You have to!”

“I’m too old for that tesoro,” he laughs.

“Oh pah! Just join in!”

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me

For me

For me

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

Oh baby

Can’t do this to me baby

Just gotta get out

Just gotta get right out of here

As the song nears it’s end, you look over to Terzo, who’s just as sweaty as you, “You look tired.”

“You wore me out, cara mio.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re too tired,” you wink, giving a devious smile, curling your tongue over your teeth.

“I’m never tired for you,” he purrs against your ear, pulling you close against him, kissing on the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Let’s go home then, shall we?”

He growls in excitement, throwing you over his shoulder and giving your ass a hard smack as he carries you over to the SUV waiting for you two. You squeal, laughing as he puts you into the vehicle, not wasting any time being on you the second the door closes.

You both jump out as soon as the vehicle parked, practically running into the building, trying hard not to wake anyone up with the giggling you two were doing the entire time.

Terzo opens the door to his chambers, throwing you over his shoulder once more, shutting the door behind him. He sets you down before his bed, grabbing your face into a deep kiss, his tongue playing with yours. You start pulling open his shirt, breathing heavily through your nose, then working on his belt. He pulls away to lift your shirt over your head, raising an eyebrow at the lace bra, “Hmm my favorite, you know me so well,” he purrs.

You pull your skirt and fishnets down, revealing the purple lace thong, “Of course, I had to match for my Papa.” You smile, biting your lip as he pulls you against him, sucking and biting at your sensitive spot, leaving a trail of bites and kisses along your collarbone.

With ease, he pulls the thong and bra off, tossing them aside and snaking his arms around your waist, picking you up to put you on the bed. You watch as he frees his hardened cock out of its confines, already leaking. He strokes himself a bit before dropping to his knees, face between your thighs, giving your clit a few flicks of his tongue. He looks up at you, giving you a devilish grin before throwing your legs over his shoulders, burying his face into you, sucking on your clit, lapping up your juices that you’ve created for him. You arch your back, reaching down for a handful of hair, the vibrations of his growl only making that heat in your belly grow.

His tongue is followed by two fingers that enter you with ease, he curls them up into that spongey bundle of nerves inside you. You tighten the grip on his hair as you reach your first orgasm, his tongue now sucking on your clit once again. “That’s it, amore, come for your Papa.”

That sent you over the edge, arching your back more, your eyes practically roll behind your head as your walls tighten around his fingers, pulling them out to lick them clean. He gets off his knees to lean over you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock, you can feel the precum mix with yours. “Quit teasing and fuck me, Papa.”

“Mmm, what was that?” He teased you more. “Tell your Papa what you want.”

“Please Papa- ohh fuck,” you gasp as he finally fills you to the hilt. You cup his cheeks to pull him down to you, kissing him hard as he fucks you at a slow and steady pace. He slowly starts to pick up the pace, you claw at his back, biting down on his lip. You can feel his smile against your lips, giving a low chuckle as he picks up the pace, putting his hands behind your knees, making them bend to your chest as he pounds into you, causing you to groan in ecstasy.

You feel another wave of heat building as he hits that sweet spot oh so well, you can tell he’s getting close to his own but will not finish until you come. His thrusts become a little more erratic as he comes close to his climax, he leans in to get in the nape of your neck, sucking and biting along your shoulders to leave marks, hearing his groans against your ear was enough to do you over. A grunt of a moan escapes your throat as your walls tighten around him, grabbing a handful of his hair as he bites into your shoulder, groaning as his warmth filled you.

Heavy breathes come from both of you, coming down from your highs. He lays on your chest, looking up to you with those mismatched eyes. He starts to soften inside you, slowly pulling out to lay beside you, pulling you close to him, your foreheads touching. “Sempre così buono per me, amore mio.”

“Mm, you just know what to do,” you smile, caressing his cheek, softly kissing him.

“We should do this more often, si?”

“This as in the sex or?”

“All of it, the Queen at the club, then having you all to myself.”

“Then yes, we should do it more often, together.”

#the band ghost #papa emeritus iii #terzo #ghost band fanfic #ghost fan fiction #papa emeritus iii x reader #Terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii fan fiction #ghost fanfic #papa emeritus x reader #papa iii

[captaingrebelguf]

Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

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Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log. 

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek. 

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite. 

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table. 

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions. 

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter. 

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him. 

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again. 

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach.  He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body. 

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding. 

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition. 

Translations: 

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Here is a new fic commission just in time for Christmas with a few more to come!!!!

Starting things off with some Terzo and Alessandra from my fic Tied as One Eternally for the lovely @captaingrebelguf!!!

Merry Christmas my love and I hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

That Night Under the Mistletoe

During the Annual Yule Ball, Cardinal Terzo Emeritus spends the night listless until he sees Alessandra, one of the new Sisters of Sin.

If you have not read the fic this is a sequel for, please start there from the link above. Also available HERE on AO3!

Read more below the cut!

It was a long time ago now. A time when the champagne bubbles danced within glasses and the joyous music hummed blissfully in the air. The winter solstice celebrations were nearing their end and it was the Ministry's annual Yule Ball. Each of the siblings and ghouls, merry and gluttonous, as Lucifer intended. All the while truly appreciating the abundance that his dark grace had bestowed upon them during the year. 

Cardinal Terzo sat at the front table of the Hall. Positioned alongside his most trusted ghoul, Omega, and trying desperately to drown out the sound of Secondo gloating. His brother, insistent on droning on and on that he soon would become Papa. Terzo did his best to ignore him, mindlessly tracing his fingers along the edge of his glass and letting out a sigh. Wondering to himself if he was to be Omega again or if he would spend the evening alone.

He found himself scanning the room. Unable to appreciate the bright lights and happy faces. The beautiful decorations and whimsical party before him. Feeling empty as the night carried on. Just as he resolved himself to an early turn in, he saw her. The mysterious and willful Alessandra. A newer Sister of Sin from the most recent group of novitiates. She was surrounded by the rest of the crowd, yet somehow seemed as if she were by herself. The rest of them, only a blur with her silhouette against the bright lights—calling to him.  

She was breathtaking in a short, golden liquid knit dress. Dripping in sparkle and cinched at her waist. Her long dark curls, bouncing with each step and every curve on display. Smiling brightly as she worked the room with ease. The Cardinal was instantly smitten.

“Something on your mind.” Omega asked, nudging Terzo out of his thoughts. Noticing that he was obviously distracted. 

“Just admiring the view.” he mused, Omega following his line of sight to the sister. Rolling his eyes and twitching his tail in response. Terzo was intrigued by her, adjusting himself in his seat as he was visibly happy to see her. 

“If you’re so interested”, the ghoul jabbed, taking note of the visible swelling in Terzo’s pants, “why don't you go talk to her?” 

“You know what? That sounds like a great idea.” Terzo smirked, rising from his chair and practically hopping over the table to go greet her. Primo watched, glancing over to Omega and shaking his head. Secondo, only now stopping his monologue as Terzo took off across the room. 

“Where’s he off to?” he asked, having been completely aloof. Primo placed his hand on his brother’s shoulder. Giving him a look that implied they both knew where he was going and why. 

“He’s trying to find himself a good time...but I have a feeling it’s not going to go well.” Primo sighed, Secondo nodding and returning to his rambling. 

By the time he reached her, she was by the entryway doors. Ready to leave for the night and return to the solitude of her room. Just as Alé set foot on the threshold, Terzo brought himself between her and the exit. His abruptness was jarring, catching her off guard.

“Oh…I’m sorry Cardinal.” she responded, minding her manners. Knowing all too well that his intrusion in her space was anything accidental. Still, she would be expected to show respect with him as a member of the high clergy.

“No…no sorella. I apologize for startling you. You see I had noticed you from across the room and well I couldn’t help but come over to say hello.” he responded. The famous Emeritus charm oozing from every pore. His smile, mischievous like the Cheshire cat’s grin. Alessandra immediately recognized he was up to no good, but it didn’t help that he was also so incredibly handsome.  

She had been made well aware of him. The Cardinal’s reputation was one of legend within not only the Abbey but the whole of the Ministry. A man whose ability to charm someone out of their pants, was matched only by his proclivity to hop from one person to the next. Seemingly allergic to commitment, but somehow so convincing that he had been able to have his pick of anyone, siblings of sin and ghouls alike. 

Terzo, known for having a string of broken hearts in his wake. It was for that very reason Alessandra had been actively avoiding him. Unsure if her resolve would be enough to prevent her from suffering the same fate. Despite that, now they were face to face and there was nowhere to escape. His mismatched eyes, captivating as they stared deeply into hers. 

“Well now that you have, I’m sorry but I think I should go. I think I may have had a bit too much champagne.” she laughed nervously, hoping that her excuse would be enough for him to let it go. It was true, he was hard to resist even for someone as levelheaded and firm as her. Terzo smiled, closing the space between them. Coming closer and closer, forcing Alessandra to back up against the door frame. Trying her best to avoid the press of his body against her. 

“No need to be shy, sorella.” he said, glancing upward and noting the fortuitous placement of mistletoe. Alessandra looked up, her heart beating fast within her chest as she too caught sight of it. “Would you do your Cardinal the honor of a small kiss…we are under the mistletoe after all.” he reasoned.

His eyes had turned soft, unlike the lecherous gaze she had expected of him. What a clever disguise , Alé thought to herself. He was a notorious playboy, and she knew no matter how innocent and sweet those eyes looked now, succumbing to them meant she’d end up a notch on his belt and a story shared with the ghouls. But they were oh so enticing, Alé forced herself to divert her eyes, only worsening the situation when she found herself staring down at his pouty lips. Despite her better judgment, she began to cave. Closing her eyes before him. 

“Just this once.” she whispered, waiting for the press of his lips against hers. Terzo quickly grabbed hold of her hips and tried to kiss her. Unable to hold himself back from his passionate and lustful desires. His hands filled with the curves of Alessandra’s rear end just before a swift smack to the face. 

“You bastard!” she barked, eyes wide open and jaw clenched in anger. How dare he try to man handle me like that , she thought to herself. Steaming hot inside as Terzo’s arrogance once again had gotten the better of him.

“Aww come on sorella, don’t be like that.” he whined. Watching Alessandra’s face flush red. Doing everything in her power to restrain herself from slapping him again.  

“Get bent, you letch.” she snapped, shoving past him and heading down the main hall, towards the siblings’ wing. Terzo stood in the doorway. His hand held gently against the tender flesh of his cheek. The sting of Alé’s touch, still burning there.  

“Struck out?” laughed Omega as he approached. Relishing the humor of such a rare sight to see. 

“Seems that way, but you never know.” he winked as the two of them watched Alessandra disappear up the stairs. 

------------------Many years later…-------------------------------

The lights were tickling quietly on the Yule tree. Terzo, mesmerized by them as the memory of that night lingered on his thoughts. Though it had been many years, there were times when it felt like just yesterday—just the two of them beneath the mistletoe. Things have changed so much since then.

This year they had declined attending the Yule party. Choosing instead to enjoy the soft echoes of celebrations in the distance as their little family got nestled in for the night. It was hours ago when their oldest children, Mena and Dante had fallen asleep. Snuggled up against their father after a long day of wreaking havoc, as small children often do. Terzo and Alessandra’s newborn daughter, Luciana, too was slumbering away peacefully in her mother’s arms. 

Alessandra inhaled deeply. Enjoying the quiet moment shared between them, and the scent of pine that filled the air, when she noticed Terzo smiling beside her. Watching the lights on the tree. “What are you thinking about?” she asked him, resting her head on his shoulder while they listened to the cracking of the warm fire beside them in the Papal suite. 

“I was remembering that first Yule after you arrived.”

“Oh?” Alé laughed, remembering all too well how things had played out that night. “Yeah…that seems like a dream now, doesn't it?” she asked him. Both of them, watching little Luci wiggling around in her swaddle.  

“What we have now, is the dream.” he smirked, Alessandra perking up an eyebrow at him.

“You were something else then and you’re something else now.” she chuckled to herself, completely amused by his cheesy and yet still very romantic charm. Even after all this time. 

“Who knows what could have been had you only kissed me then, that night under the mistletoe.” 

“Hmm…” Alé hummed before kissing her husband. Both of them, careful not to wake the kids, “Guess we’ll never know.”

#merry christmas 2023 #merry ghristmas #commission fic #Terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #terzo x ale #terzo x alessandra #papa emeritus iii x prime mover alessandra #prime mover #sister of sin #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #cardinal terzo

[orotrasparente]

ma come fai a non amare il mare?

e amo provaci tu ad avere la carnagione di un petto di pollo che se sto 5 minuti al sole prendo fuoco in tre tipi di cotture diverse e devo mettere la crema ogni circa 12 minuti altrimenti mi ricoverano x ustione di terzo grado

però per il resto giuro mi piace andare al mare

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This is pretty long so you don’t have to respond if you don’t wanna…I found someone do this on ao3 a bit ago and wanted to ask you

For Copia + Terzo, how would the NSFW abc’s be like for them?

Here are like the prompt thingy, you don’t have to answer this btw!

A is for Aftercare (What they're like after sex):

B is for Body Part (Favorite on them and their partner):

C is for cum (anything to do with cum):

D is for Dirty talk: (Are they into it? What would they usually say in bed?):

E is for Experience (How experienced are they?):

F is for Favorite Position:

G is for Goofy (How serious are they?):

H is for Hair (How well groomed are they?):

I is for Intimacy (How are they during the act, romantic etc):

J is for Jerkoff (Do they masturbate and how often?):

K is for Kink (Their kinks):

L is for Location (Favorite places to have sex):

M is for Motivation (What turns them on?):

N is for No (Something they won't do):

O is for Oral (Oral Preferences):

P is for Pace (How fast or slow? Are they rough?):

Q is for Quickie ( Do they like quickies?):

R is for Risk (Are they down to experiment?)

S if for Stamina (How long can they go for?):

T is for Toys (Do they use toys and do they like them?):

U if for Unfair (Do they like to tease?):

V is for Volume (How loud can they get?):

W is for Wild Card (Random things):

X is for X-Ray (What are they packing):

Y is for Yearning (How high is their sex drive?):

Z is for Zzz (How fast do they fall asleep?):

casual disclaimer this is my interpretation and headcannons of these two , im aware that other people sees them different than how i present them

A - Copia usually get allll soft and still high in the cloud especially if hes on the receiving end. Terzo enjoys taking care of him of course. But he also loves it when it was Copia's turn to take care of him.

B - for Copia i think he just loooooves Terzo's hands. they must be soothing and soft. and his eyes. my small hc for terzo is that he has grey eyes so in every diff lighting it looks as if his eye colours are different.

Terzo: ASS AND BOOBAH and thighs and waist and hips and love handles an- C - We all know whos the biggest fan of creampies between them both.

D - I think the two of them would be both into it. always try to up one another.

E - Brain says theyre both experienced but my heart says Terzo has more experiences

F - I think the two of them are well versed with the kamasutra lol. Terzo likes it when copia rides his face while Copia likes it when hes on the table (when hes topping) or the classic missionary (when hes bottoming)

G - Terzo tries to make things sexy but sometimes Copia farts and he would just wheeze.

H - Theyre both well groomed I - almost attached to the hip in a way. Terzo loves to keep a hand on Copia.

J - They do, teasing each other with it too. Copia loves to call terzo during meetings and just teaaaase him endlessly

K - Terzo has more , almost as many as Secondo. Copia enjoys some good spanking , edging , rutting on terzo possibly

L - Aside from their chambers and offices , the chapel.

M - watching each other perform on stage always riles them up the fastest. soft hand touching seems to make copia smiles and blushes.

N - Terzo doesnt enjoy seeing their partner upset or crying while theyre on the bed ( even if its roleplaying ) he would stop everything to comfort them. Copia doesnt doesn't like gang bangs or orgies despite him riling the crowd up about something with that nature.

O - glug glug they're both ok with anything about it. Copia enjoys giving Terzo head while Terzo in trans copia au while go feral when it comes to eating Copia up. that man is starving

P - There are some instances where they gotta go fast, especially when theyre in public but they probably would love to take their time in the chambers.

Q - They do!

R - Terzo is definitely down for it, Copia is a bit of a coward ( lol )

S - al night if they have to, its a criteria of being a Papa

T - They do. Terzo has a dildo with the imprints and shape of his own cock.

U - Terzo definitely

V- Copia can het LOUD with all the moaning. Terzo will moan , grunt even growl.

W - lets talk about virginity. how early they lost it? I figure Terzo looses it first with a sister when hes young. Copia is much later, possibly with a sister as well .

X - where are they going? oh right. Terzo is a decent size. Not so big yet hes on the girthy side . man got volume down there. Copia is bigger definitely , im guessing 7-8inch idk how dicks works honestly.

Y - VERY HIGH, they yearn for each other.

Z - Terzo gets sleepy first the moment his head touches the pillow. He loves being the giving one so that he can watch them fall asleep first.

#ghost hot chilli peppers #copiiia #c3 #papa hc

[astra-zioni]

Non ho mai sperimentato una depressione così paralizzante. Spesso in questi momenti c’è sempre stata una luce, un’esperienza che mi avrebbe accesa - fosse anche disfunzionale tipo drogarmi, far sesso con sconosciuti, prendere e partire senza oggettivamente averne le possibilità -, ma adesso tutto mi sembra ugualmente fonte di noia e un’impresa titanica. Dici, grazie al cazzo, è la depressione, eppure ho sempre conservato in momenti analoghi un barlume di curiosità, un certo brivido per qualcosa che non avevo mai fatto e che avrei potuto fare. Ho sempre avuto una spinta, seppur scarsissima, nel correre ai ripari, vedere un amico, fosse anche solo per piangere. Adesso mi paralizza anche la remota possibilità di vedere qualcuno per un’ora perché temo che dopo dieci minuti avrei bisogno di scappare, di dire Senti, perdonami, ma non riesco ad ascoltarti, ad interessarmi a te, non riesco ad essere reattiva. E mica puoi dire a qualcuno se gli va di vedersi senza parlare solo per stare sdraiati sul letto unicamente per ricevere un po’ di contatto umano. Chiedere un caffè al bar per me è come aver già risolto la giornata, svegliarmi e lavarmi la faccia è già un traguardo. La mia agenda ha su scritto impegni tipo “chiedi a madre cosa x”, “ricordati di rispondere a persona y”, “mangia”, “esci almeno dieci minuti alla settimana”. Questi sono letteralmente gli “impegni” che mi prefiggo perché altrimenti la mia vita già a puttane smetterebbe di avere un minimo di senso. I miei social sembrano quelli di una persona ai domiciliari, stamattina ho ripreso le benzo e m’è sembrato di ricominciare a respirare dopo tre mesi. Ma la cosa che più mi schiaccia è il privilegio in cui vivo e il totale menefreghismo con cui lo abito, è l’università privata che frequento, la possibilità di poter ancora scegliere a 24 anni cosa studiare perché ci son i soldi di mami, la totale assenza di doveri in cui sguazzo. È un pensiero irrazionale, me ne rendo conto. Molte persone che a stento arrivano a fine mese probabilmente soffrono un terzo e non scambierebbero mai la loro vita con la mia. Ma chi soffre come me e deve lavorare? Chi soffre come me e non può curarsi? Chi soffre come me e sa già che dovrà vivere col rimpianto di non aver potuto studiare? Mi vergogno di come conduco la mia vita miserabile ogni dannato giorno e abbasso la testa davanti ogni mio minimo successo, ogni sfoggio di ricchezza materiale, perché così penso di potermi riscattare. A volte mi sembra di soffrire solo per punirmi, per bilanciare la “fortuna” materiale che m’è capitata. Il pensiero che questo mio stato di depressione potrebbe essere lo stato stato che vive la maggior parte della gente, per citare la Woolf, e che solo io reagisca in maniera così drammatica, mi devasta. Ho sputato così tante volte in faccia alla vita che ora è lei a sputarmi addosso, e magari lei è sempre stata a portata di mano, ero io ad essere cieca.

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