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Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Pregnancy, Prime Mover au, oral sex, ritual sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Additional Tags: friends to lovers, use of pet names, domestic fluff, developing relationship, no beta Word Count: 2515 Chapters: 6/6 Summary: When Papa Emeritus IV needs to find a Prime Mover, you volunteer yourself. Ao3 || Masterlist Parts: I — II —III —IV—V—VI

cw: pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, birth Note: I've never been pregnant, I'm just going on what I've seen friends and family have gone through and google, so if things aren't accurate about our character's pregnancy, I apologize. COMPLETE

VI.

“Oh, cazzo, amore….”

His fingers were curled in your hair as you took his cock so deep into your mouth that your nose was brushing near curls of hair. You couldn’t do much being so pregnant, but you could pleasure him from your knees (after he promised to help you up, of course). You were at week 37 and were about to pop, but you were amazed Copia still wanted you. Feeling like a whale did something to your self-esteem.

“Sei così bella. Ti amo così tanto.” (You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.) He moaned, fingers curling tighter in your hair as he comes down your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you before pulling back from him with a lewd popping sound. He smiled as he looked down at you, brushing a drop of his seed from your lips. He held out his hands for you to take, and slowly and carefully pulled you up from your knees. His hands came to rest on your belly, supporting the weight of the bump briefly. “It won’t be long now,” he said before kissing you.

“Thank Lucifer,” you groaned, a hand going to your aching back. “I need this kid out of me now.”

You were so sick of being pregnant; over having your bladder constantly kicked, your aching back and breasts, and the way you had to waddle if you wanted to get anywhere. You were being closely monitored for any signs of preeclampsia or anything else that could cause serious complications leading up to giving birth. Dr. Miller even ordered bed rest for you, much to your displeasure. There were only so many books or tv shows you could binge in a day before you grew restless. “I know, amore. You want your body for your own again. That is understandable. I won’t stand here and pretend I know what you’re going through, but I am here for you every step of the way,” Copia said, guiding you to the bathroom and making sure you moved steadily on your feet. “I know, baby,” you replied. “You’ve been so wonderful to me. I know you’ve been busy.” Busy was an understatement. Since Perpetua arrived at the Ministry, everything was full speed ahead. The team was close to completing the concert film from Copia’s last show and preparing to release it the upcoming summer, and the ghouls and new Papa were recording a new album and planning a new tour. The relationship between Copia and his twin was stagnant. You liked Perpetua. They seemed nervous, but they were trying. You could tell they looked up to Copia, but Copia wanted nothing to do with them.

Copia was still upset and angry. He would vent to you on the harder days, but he really tried to keep his work life and his personal life separate, trying to spare you from unneeded stress. When he came through the front door of your shared suite, he stopped being Frater Imperator and was just Copia.

As you sat on the toilet, you felt a twinge in your abdomen. “Fucking Braxton Hicks,” you mutter as you touch your belly. Copia looked at you with concern as he got to work prepping a warm shower for you. The first time you started having the false contractions, he nearly went out of his mind with worry. He called all four of his ghoulettes to the suite. They all worked with Dr. Miller and some nurses to become midwives in case you couldn’t make it to the good doctor in time. And it took all four of them to convince him you were alright.

“They are false ones?” He questioned, voice dripping with anxiety as he stepped closer to you. “Yes,” you sighed, trying not to let frustration taint your voice. You wanted to snap at him sometimes for being so overbearing. You felt frustrated, hot, tired, huge, and scared. But snapping wouldn’t solve any of those things you felt. You closed your eyes and squeezed them shut, trying to clear your head. When you opened your eyes again, Copia was kneeling before you. “It’s going to be okay,” he said, reaching to cup your cheeks in his palms. “I know you’re scared, and you want this to be over. It will soon.”

You nod and place your hands on top of his. “I’m trying really hard not to freak out,” you confessed.

“You are being so brave,” he said so tenderly that it made you tear up. He leaned up and kissed the stray tears that fell. Things were going to be alright.

You were dreaming. You were at the beach on the most beautiful day of the year. Next to you, Copia was sitting on a beach towel while you lay on your belly reading a book on your own towel. You look over to him to see him watching a couple of his ghouls play with a small child in the sand.

“I want another,” Copia said, looking down at you.

You smiled. “Me too,” you said, and before you know it, Copia is lifting you up into his arms and carrying you to the water. You woke up just as your dream body touched the water. It was just a lovely dream you told yourself.

But if it was just a dream, why were you wet?

You sat up in alarm, turned on the light on the nightstand next to you, and threw back the covers. Your nightgown was soaked around your legs, and the sheets were wet below you. Next to you, Copia groaned in his sleep and rolled over onto his stomach.

“Wake up,” you said, shaking him. “Copia, my water broke.”

You saw his eyes pop open and him jump up out of the bed in nothing but a pair of boxers with little rat faces on them. He looked around wildly as he came out of sleep. “Let's go!” He said without hesitation, grabbing a pair of sweats out of the dresser and hastily pulling them on.

“Copia-” You started, but were cut off as he came to your side of the bed and tugged on your hands to help you sit up. “Let’s get you out of your wet things and into something nice and dry, amore,” he said as he pulled your nightgown up and over your head. “Copia-”

“Are you feeling okay? Any pain?”

“No, I’m fine. Can you just stop for a second?” You said, grabbing his hands before he could help you stand. “We don’t have time, amore. The baby is coming!”

“Copia, my water broke. My contractions haven’t started. If we go down to the infirmary now, we’re going to be sitting there bored all day until they start.”

“Sooo…” He began piecing what you just said together. “We’re not going anywhere yet.”

“Right,” you said. “We have some time. But I will accept your help to get me into dry clothes.” You held out your hands for him to pull you up.

Copia remained at your side as you sat propped up in bed, trying to rest before your contractions started. He contacted Dr. Miller and the ghoulettes to prepare them. He double-checked the bag he packed for you and made sure all the baby stuff the two of you bought over the last several months was ready as well.

The sun had just come up over the horizon when your contractions started. You could tell Copia was trying not to panic as he timed the contractions. When your contractions were five minutes apart, Copia called for Cumulus and Cirrus to help you into a wheelchair and wheel you down to the infirmary, where Dr. Miller was waiting for you. It all started to hit you as Copia and Cumulus helped you change into a hospital gown. Every little fear that you refused to acknowledge came rushing to the surface, and you shook as they helped you into the bed. “I’m scared,” you whispered, reaching for Copia’s hand. “I’m so fucking scared. I can’t do this. I can’t do this.”

“I know you are scared, so am I,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “You are so strong. You are going to be okay. I will be right here the whole time. I am not going to leave your side.”

You sniffled and blinked back hot tears. “Okay,” you whimpered in response before pulling him into a hug. You did your best to relax into his arms, but another contraction ripped through you and made you pull away and cry out. “Fuck!” Hours went by, and they dragged. The contractions continued to get worse and worse, but you couldn’t have an epidural yet. So instead, Copia helped you walk up and down the length of the infirmary and out into the hall to help keep your mind off the pain. Copia was so patient and so tender with you that you began to feel bad about him having to put up with you during this whole thing. He got you ice chips, rubbed your feet, let you squeeze his hand until his fingers went numb, and coached you through your breathing with every contraction. “I was reading on the internet,” he admitted. “And thought some breathing techniques would come in handy.” Once you were finally dilated enough, Dr. Miller administered the epidural, which left you with no feeling from your belly button down.

“Much better,” you sighed as Cumulus helped you get situated again. “It won’t be much longer now,” Copia says, kissing the hand that didn’t have an IV coming out of it. “Our little one is almost here.” “I’m excited. Scared shitless, but excited,” you said softly as you cupped his cheek with the hand he just kissed. “All the other ghouls are outside waiting, and your friends came too,” he said. “They’re all here for you.” “She’s not here, is she?” You asked, looking around as though you could see Sister Imperator’s ghost. You knew Copia could see her and Papa Nihil’s ghosts and sometimes received counsel from Sister, but you couldn’t see them, and you didn’t want them there when you were about to push a baby out of you. “She is not. And neither is Nihil,” Copia reassured you. “Sister wanted to be here, but I put my foot down and told her no. She might visit after, but I will tell you if she comes.”

You nodded as Dr. Miller came over and checked to see how dilated you were. “It’s time,” she said with a smile. “Are you ready?”

“No,” you admitted. “But I don’t have a choice now, do I?”

The doctor gave you a sympathetic look as she, Cumulus, Cirrus, Sunshine, and Aurora began to prepare the space and get everything ready. “You’re going to start pushing on my count,” Dr. Miller said. “You shouldn’t feel much pain, but you will feel pressure. You’re going to feel like you don’t need to push, but you’re going to have to. You’re going to get tired, but you have to keep going. We’re going to try to make sure as easy as possible.”

You nod, your hand searching for Copia’s. He was right there, taking your hand and stroking back your hair from your already sweaty forehead.

“I’m right here, amore,” he breathed against your temple. “You can do this.”

And then you were pushing.

You learned the epidural didn’t completely block your pain, and you were crying out at every push, cursing God and Satan, and cussing out Copia. “We’re never having sex again, asshole,” you whimpered at one point.

Copia took it like a champ, though. He recognized you were saying this out of pain and stress and didn’t actually mean any of it. He kissed your hand and cheek, dabbed your forehead, and whispered sweet, encouraging words into your ear.

You fell in love with him even more in that moment. You weren’t sure how it was possible. The love you had for that man already ran deep, but this? This was your Mariana Trench. That’s how deep that love ran.

“Almost there! One more big push!” Dr. Miller encouraged with a smile. “You can do this.” “I’m so tired. I can’t…” You cried, tears pouring down your cheeks. “I know, but you need to do this. Just one more,” she said.

“Come on, amore, you can do it,” Copia chimed in, squeezing your hand. “The little one is almost here.” You swallowed, gave up the last bit of your strength, and pushed.

“And the baby is out! Congratulations, Frater and Prime Mover. You have a baby girl,” Dr. Miller said. “Frater, would you like to cut the cord?”

You managed to look at Copia, and despite him looking like he was about the pass out at any second, he nodded and went forward. Everything after that was a whirlwind. You were opening your gown, and the doctor was placing the now-crying baby on your chest. You were sobbing. Copia had tears spilling from his eyes as he kissed the top of your head, muttering phrases in Italian that you didn’t understand. You pressed your lips to the top of the baby’s head, not caring that she was still wet.

“My baby,” you whispered hoarsely. “You’re here. It’s so nice to meet you. I’m your mama, and this is your papa.” You glanced up at Copia and smiled.

“Ciao, piccola,” he breathed. “Welcome to the world.”

The whirlwind continued, and one of the ghoulettes took the baby away to clean her, take vitals, and then swaddle her, all while you had to deliver the afterbirth. That was a fun little detail you forgot about, and then, finally, you were cleaned up, dressed in fresh gown, and situated comfortably in bed.

Copia went out to the hallway to update everyone on the news. You could hear cheers from the ghouls and your friends before they left you to rest. Copia had Aether run out and get you a burger from your favorite restaurant while you were moved to a private room to recover.

But finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Cirrus was placing the baby swaddled in a pink blanket into your arms. The little one was awake; her eyes, one green and one white, staring up at you. The thick tufts of hair on her head matched your own hair color, and you could see she had the slope of your nose and the shape of her father’s lips. “She’s perfect,” you marveled, unable to tear your eyes away. “She is,” Copia agreed as he sat on the edge of the bed, arm around your shoulders and staring down at his daughter.

“Are you still good with the name?” You ask, glancing at him. You two discussed names only a few weeks prior. There was one boy name and one girl name picked up for whatever you were having. “If you still are,” he said, kissing your temple. You smile and look back down at the baby. “Elizabeth Emeritus, you are so, so loved.”

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ghuleh-witch · 16 days ago

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Fandom: Ghost Rating: Explicit Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, Pregnancy, Prime Mover au, oral sex, ritual sex Relationships: Papa Emeritus IV/Copia x Female!Reader Additional Tags: friends to lovers, use of pet names, domestic fluff, developing relationship, no beta Word Count: 2069 Chapters: 5/6 Summary: When Papa Emeritus IV needs to find a Prime Mover, you volunteer yourself. Ao3 || Masterlist Parts: I — II —III —IV—V—VI

cw: pregnancy and pregnancy symptoms Note: I've never been pregnant, I'm just going on what I've seen friends and family have gone through and google, so if things aren't accurate about our character's pregnancy, I apologize.

Touring was hell.

You didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to hide your pregnancy symptoms, not that you were hiding it to begin with. Within the first hour of being on the road, all the ghouls knew you were pregnant.

“You have two distinct scents now,” Aurora explained as they watched you and Copia. “But don’t worry, we won’t tell.”

While Copia rehearsed during the day, you tried to relax and went on the spa trips Sister had booked for you. You spent your nights backstage with earplugs in, watching the love of your life perform in front of thousands of screaming fans. Afterwards, once Copia showered, and they were back on the road to the next destination, you made love quietly in the tiny room at the back of the bus. Other nights, you two fell asleep, too exhausted to do anything else.

One afternoon, a week into the tour, you went to a health clinic under a false name and had the pregnancy confirmed and made sure everything was good so far.

Between traveling, the fatigue, heartburn, and morning sickness, you started to notice your clothes getting tighter. You weren’t showing yet, but there was some definite weight gain. On top of all of that, you no longer could stomach anything with garlic in it, much to Copia’s dismay. The smell and taste made you gag.

By the time the first break of the tour came about, you were thankful to be returning home for a few weeks. It was halfway through your tenth week when you and Copia returned to the abbey. When the car pulled up front to drop you two off, you spotted Sister Imperator standing there, waiting for you. She stood rigid, cross-armed, and her eyes narrowed in a glare. “This can’t be good,” you said to Copia before getting out of the car.

“You were pregnant this whole time and hid it?” She seethed when you and Copia approached. “Do you know how reckless you were? What if something happened? What if you lost my gran-the baby?”

“I was fine. I’m not fragile,” you replied, holding your ground. You decided to ignore her almost slip-up. You knew Sister was Copia’s mother. He told you not long into the start of your position, but made you promise to keep it to yourself. You agreed but understood why she was so desperate for Copia to have a Prime Mover. You felt Copia’s hand on your lower back, a gentle reminder that he supported you through all of this. “I was safe. I’ve been taking the vitamins Doctor Miller recommended, and I had my list of doctors if something had happened. But it didn’t.” “Well, praise Satan for that,” Sister said, rolling her eyes. “You will not be going on the next leg of the tour.”

“But-” You began feeling panic. You had a month with him before he headed off for the next leg of the tour, and then he’d be gone for almost three more months. By the time he got back, you’d be over halfway through the pregnancy.

“No buts, you are staying here where we can take care of you and monitor you. Cardi will be back before you know it,” Sister said, casting a knowing look at you, then at Copia.

“What if Doctor Miller came with us on the next leg of the tour?” Copia suggests. “It would be safe then.”

“No, your Prime Mover is to remain here where she will get the best care and where there’s no stress of traveling,” she said with finality before looking back at you. “Now come on, the good doctor is waiting for you.”

According to the doctor, your pregnancy was progressing just fine. The baby’s heartbeat was strong, and they were developing nicely. It was still a little too early to confirm gender, but you weren’t in a rush. You were more focused on trying to enjoy the break Copia had before having to leave for the next leg of the tour.

You were officially in the 2nd trimester the week Copia had to leave again. On his last day with you, the two of you spend the day curled up in bed. His hand was on your belly, which had begun to show the beginnings of a baby bump. He spoke softly to your stomach in Italian, occasionally leaning down to kiss the bump and then your lips. His kisses turned from gentle and sweet to needy and full of lust. Then he had you spread out on the bed, naked, with his head between your thighs, eating you out like you were the last meal he’d ever have again.

By the time he finished with you, you lost count of how many times he made you come. The next day, when Copia had to leave, you sobbed.

It had been a month since Copia left for the tour. You were going stir-crazy. Copia called you and video chatted every morning when he woke up and again at night after each show. It still wasn’t enough for you. Your heart ached for him, and you wanted nothing more than to be by his side. Sister Imperator was making sure you went to every appointment, took every prenatal vitamin recommended, and made sure you were staying off your feet and relaxing.

All the while, she looked more and more run down as the days went by.

“Is she alright?” You asked Doctor Miller as you both watched Sister leave the infirmary, arm looped through ghouls for support. “She’s not my patient,” the doctor responded. “But in my professional opinion, no.”

Whatever was going on with Sister seemed to soften her up, and she allowed you to go visit Copia for the weekend, being accompanied by one of Copia’s old ghouls, Aether. When Copia met you outside the tour buses parked at their next destination, he held you in the tightest hugs, peppering your face with kisses and getting his black lipstick all over your skin. He then dropped to a knee and pressed his hands to the now obvious swell of your belly. “Ciao piccolino, sono io, tuo papà,” he whispered. (Hello little one, it’s me, your papa)

The sight made your heart melt, and you carded your fingers through his hair. “Your child is giving me wicked heartburn and making my fingers swell. I had to take off my rings,” you teased.

“Sii gentile con tua mamma,” he coos. (Be nice to your mama.) He then looked up at you and smiled. “I love you both so much.” He rose from his knees, took your hand, and led you into the bus to get you off your feet.

The further your pregnancy progressed, the more he took care of you, even from afar. While he was on tour, it was not uncommon for a package to show up for you at the abbey. He always filled it with your favorite self-care items. Occasionally, there was a onesie in the box that had some silly saying for whatever state the band was visiting, such as “My Daddy Visited Texas and All I Got Was This Onesie.”

And then Sister died.

You were five months in, just over halfway, and just had your check-up appointment with the doctor that day. Doctor Miller asked if you wanted to know the sex of the baby, but you said no. If Copia couldn’t be there to hear it, you didn’t want to know either. It would be a surprise to both of you when you gave birth.

You were expecting Copia’s call that evening and couldn’t wait for him to gush about how good the final show of the Re-Imperatour was. It was going to be recorded and turned into a concert film to be shown in theaters worldwide. You knew Copia was incredibly anxious about it. It was a huge stepping stone for him, but you also knew just how afraid he was.

The final show for Terzo had him pulled off stage, literally, and then, weeks later, killed along with Primo and Secondo. You knew Copia feared the same would happen to him. His fear of replacement and of becoming another relic added to the touring collection terrified him. You assured him that it would never happen. The ministry was doing better than ever with him as Papa. The Upper Clergy would be fools to get rid of Copia now.

But when Cumulus called you instead of Copia that night, you knew something had gone wrong.

“He’s okay,” the ghoulette said when she first answered. “But Sister Imperator passed…He needs you.”

That’s all you needed to hear.

Aether booked the flight at your request, and you updated Doctor Miller. You didn’t get her permission to travel. You did the courtesy of telling her you were leaving. No one was going to stop you. Ten hours later, you were outside Copia’s hotel room, knocking on the door. When it opened a minute later, you took in Copia’s red-rimmed eyes and paintless face. He looked surprised to see you, but said nothing as he pulled you inside and then pulled you into his arms. Once the door clicked closed behind you, he began to cry into your shoulder. You held him tightly, whispering soothing words as you stroked your fingers through his hair.

You guided him over to the bed and gently sat him down. His arms moved to wrap around your waist, careful of the ever-growing bump of your belly. “I am not Papa anymore,” he said after a moment, looking up at you with watery eyes. “I have her job now…I am Frater Imperator now.”

You cupped his face with your hands and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “You will always be Papa to me. And you will be a papa to this little one,” you said, moving a hand to rest on your abdomen. “Your title doesn’t make you who you are, Copia. You are what makes you who you are. Whether you are Papa Emeritus IV or Frater Imperator. You’re still Copia. Still my Copia. And we will love you no matter what title you may carry.”

The shattered look on his face broke your heart, but your words seemed to pull him back together. The smallest hint of a smile formed on his lips before he pressed his lips to your belly. “I will always be papa to you,” he said before he looked up and met your eyes.

“Always,” you whispered in affirmation.

The next two months of your pregnancy were the most stressful time of your life. Upon returning to the Ministry, a fire broke out and destroyed much of the abbey. Luckily, you and Copia were out at the time, so neither of you was ever in danger, but the move to the new campus across the ocean was awful. You were so round and swollen, and it made sitting on a plane painful. Once you made it to the new monastery, Doctor Miller put you on bed rest.

“Too much stress,” she chided you while you sat up in bed.

“Kind of hard to relax with everything going on,” you quipped back.

And it was. Copia’s new duties as Frater took up a lot of his time. On top of that, he just found out he had another brother, a twin, actually, and they would be coming to the Ministry to be confirmed as the new Papa. This put Copia in a mood. He was bitter, and rightfully so. But he tried to keep a pleasant smile around you and keep his work life separate from the life you were building with him.

“His name is Perpetua,” Copia said one night to you while you were tucked into his side, and he rubbed the swell of your belly. “What kind of dumb fucking name is that?” You bit back your tongue, wanting to comment that his mother also gave him an unusual name and that he didn’t have room to talk. So you let him rant and rave about how he should still be Papa and that this new guy was going to ruin everything he worked so hard for. Eventually, Copia tired himself out and fell asleep with his head resting against yours and a hand holding your middle protectively as the baby kicked happily against it.

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