ghulehthezombiequeen

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

“Old men tend to be attracted to me.”

The Expectation:

The Reality:

Just google “annoying old man stock photo” or something and apply more old black men who think they’re slick and you’ll get the idea

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

i need someone who loves me as much as terzo loves meliora 😢

no okay imagine terzo and meliora dancing together in their shared bathroom, husband and wife. terzo continuously peppers kisses all over her neck and jawline while meliora giggles because she's ticklish. he murmurs in her ear sweet nothings until they are forced to be separated due to a ghoul looking for terzo's help with the new album's chord progressions.

like augghhhghhhh yall dont get it

i might expand on this later but THE VOICES AUUUGHH

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

I'm like. cute. I think I might be cute. I think you might be cute too. let's try being less mean to ourselves. I think we all might be really pretty

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

yay is my birthday!! 🥳

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

DO YOU GUYS THINK HE EVER LOOKS IN THE MIRROR AND DOESNT RECOGNIZE HIMSELF 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

HII BESTIE HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🧡🧡

(im gonna boop you)

HII HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🤍 those are so cute!!

(NYOOO IM FLOODED WITH BOOPS NOW)

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

WHOEVER SENT ME EVIL BOOPS IM COMING FOR U

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Die With A Smile - Copia x male ghost oc

I LOWKEY FORGOT TO POST IT EARLIER I'M SO SORRY I MEANT TO POST IT YESTERDAY

warnings/things to note: this fic series is Copia x MY OC, not reader. he's a ghost, so mentions of death, abandonment, heartbreak, angst all around really plus even MORE angst this chapter... but if you stick around for the end something sweet pops in 🤭

word count: 2625

-> part 1 - part 2 <-

Chapter 3 - Another Lifetime

Copia hasn’t been able to get Ren out of his head. 

It’s a constant torment, this need, this ache to touch him again. 

And he can’t, he knows he can’t, but his face, his eyes, his voice are seared into his mind, and he’s not able to think about much else. 

He doesn’t get much sleep anymore.

Weeks have passed and Copia feels like he’s slowly going insane.

His brothers have noticed, of course. They’ve seen his lack of sleep and his constant dazed look in his eye. He’s even caught a glimpse of his own reflection, and he looks like some half dead version of himself. Pale, gaunt, with dark circles under hollow eyes.

He knew Ren continued to weep every night, in the same spot, waiting for someone to free him of this torment. But how could one do such a thing?

One night, Copia couldn't sleep. He rolls around in bed, his eyes shut tight, desperately trying to find something to think about other than Ren. He stays like that for hours, before he lets out a quiet, frustrated grunt and sits up. 

He can’t handle this. This need feels like it’s consuming him. 

He kicks back the blankets and gets out of bed, sliding on his house slippers and making a beeline for the library.

When Copia enters the library, Meliora turns towards him, a soft smile hinting at her lips. "Something troubling you at this hour, Cardinal?" 

Copia jerks in surprise when he hears Meliora’s voice, not expecting it in the library. 

It takes a moment for him to compose himself, standing up straighter and clearing his throat as he turns to the sister. 

"Er- yes.. something is troubling me, sister.." he mutters, his voice hoarse.

He looks tired and slightly disheveled, his hair a mess and his shirt creased, like he’s been tossing and turning in bed. He moves to one of the circular tables and sits behind it, gesturing for Meliora to take the seat across from him. 

"May I tell you about it?"

"Of course," she grabs her own book off the shelf and sits down across the table. "You usually don't stay up too late, do you? What's the matter?"

Copia lets out a tired noise and shakes his head. 

"Couldn't sleep," he mutters, his eyes flickering down. "There's been.. something in my mind and.. I can't get it out of my mind." 

He hesitates, his eyes moving back up. "Something I need… but can't have."

"Hmm..." Meliora put a finger to her chin as she thought, her brows furrowed as she normally does when she thinks. "What type of need is it, if I may ask? A person?"

Copia’s gaze flickers down for a moment again, his heart clenching. 

"Yes. A person. Someone I can't have, someone I can't - I can't touch.." he trails off for a moment, swallowing the sudden lump in his throat.

"Can't touch? That's odd..." her brows furrowed even more, puzzled by his description. A few seconds passed before she gasped softly. "Do you mean the weeping ghost, perchance?"

His breath hitches in his throat at her question. A pang of both relief (for finally being able to talk about it) and grief (the very mention of Ren makes his heart ache) hit his chest, and he suddenly feels like he can't breathe. "You-" he manages, "you know of the ghost?"

"Of course," she chuckled lightly as a memory resurfaced in her mind. "Back when Terzo was Cardinal, we.. we used to go ghost hunting. He got really freaked out when we stumbled upon it. Poor thing was sobbing its heart out, and Terzo screamed like a little girl." 

The image of Terzo, his former brother, screaming like a little girl at the sight of a weeping ghost, made Copia let out a snort of surprise. 

"Anyway, I'm pretty sure there's a legend or two in the Ministry's history books," Meliora glanced behind her shoulder, trying to recall which bookshelf it could be in. Copia let out a breath and shook his head, "is there? A legend? Do you think there’s any way to - to stop it?"

"Ouh," she grimaced. "I can't quite recall. But I think it has... something about how it can't contact flesh or pure substances, eurgh... it weeps for the lost souls, and the way to free the souls is through.. pure blood, I believe?"

Copia’s brows furrowed at this.

"Pure... blood?" he asked, confused. "Pure blood, you mean like- like an offering?"

"That.. sounds correct," she nodded. "Uh... sprinkle the blood onto the four corners of the cemetery's gates, erh… there's definitely got to be a chant somewhere too..."

Copia nodded along as Meliora talked, absorbing what she said and already making a mental checklist. 

"Do you-" he asks hesitantly, his eyes flickering down again. "Do you know where I might be able to get this pure blood?"

"I'm sure goat's blood will work just fine," Meliora answered.

"And I just… sprinkle it on the corner gates, and do the chant, and it should… stop weeping?"

Meliora nodded. "Technically, it should free its soul. So along with that, it should be able to take human form for a while, but no one knows how long it'll stay that way." 

Copia's heart was suddenly filled with an intense *need* at the thought of being able to see Ren, hold him,  touch him…

"Really?" Copia breathed out, suddenly finding himself standing up.

Copia leaned on the desk, his eyes intense as he looked at the still-puzzled Meliora. 

"Sister… this is going to sound insane, but I need to go to the graveyard right now. Like.. right now."

"Wha- uh... I- okay, let me go get the, um... blood," Meliora stood skeptically, making her way to the storage closets.

Copia waited patiently but impatiently as the sister left to get the blood, his fingers drumming on the desk. He glanced at the large windows of the library, trying to guess how long he’d have before the sun started rising.

'I'll free you, Ren,' he thought to himself. 'You won't be alone anymore.'

~ 𓉸ྀི ~

About fifteen minutes later, Copia stood at the entrance of the cemetery, Ren's soft sobs echoing in his ears. Copia had a vial of blood stuffed in his pocket, as well as the words of the chant burned into his memory. 

His eyes scan the place, searching the surroundings until he catches a glimpse of Ren's milky eyes, wet with ethereal tears. 

"Amore," he breathes out, his body filled with an intense wave of need and desperation. "It's me. Come," he beckoned. 

Ren's weeping ceased almost immediately, and he drifted over to where Copia stood. His breathless whisper replied, "Copia? What are you doing here?"

Just the sight of him was almost enough to drive Copia insane again. To hear his voice, to see his pure eyes, to smell the faint ghostly scent of him again….

"I found out about the legend, about the way to release you.." he breathes out, his voice shaky and his eyes practically begging the ghost. "I'm here to free you, amore."

Ren's eyebrows twisted upwards. If his heart still beat, it would've stopped. "..Why? I don't have anything to repay you, and you don't owe me anything.."

Copia felt his heart clench tighter at the question. 

"I don't want anything in return," he says, his voice soft, as he moves his gloved hand to caress Ren's cheek, his touch incredibly gentle. "I'm doing this so I can touch you, hold you, kiss you… I've been going crazy without you, I need to be with you, I crave being with you. "The thought of you being here, all alone, with no one to hold you- it’s been torment, it’s been pure torment…" he continues, a hint of desperation in his voice.

Poor Ren felt himself wanting to cry again, but this had a different reason. No one had thought twice about him in this form, yet Copia was willing to try to lift his curse. 

Was this.. love? 

Ren's lip trembled and more phantom tears fell from his milky white eyes. "No one's… ever made me feel this way…"

Copia's eyes softened. He wanted to kiss them all away, to hold him and comfort him and love him for the rest of eternity. 

“Can't imagine anyone wouldn’t do this for you, amore," he whispers, his hand caressing your cheek more. "You're the perfect person to love."

Ren's eyes widened, and he turned his head to avoid looking at him. However, Copia moves his other hand to Ren's other cheek and gently cups the ghost's face. 

"And that I do," Copia says, his voice still a whisper, his eyes meeting yours. "Love you, I mean."

"You... love me..?" Ren whispered. 

"Of course I do," the Cardinal whispered back, his eyes searching Ren's still-void eyes. "How could I not love you? You're beautiful, my heart aches for you - my mind has been consumed by you, thinking of you day and night, wanting to hold you, and kiss you, and have you all for myself-"

"S-Stop," Ren whimpered, his translucent hands grabbing at Copia's nightclothes in vain. "I-I love you too. Okay... do it, please. I-I can't wait any longer."

Copia’s eyes soften even more at the ghost boy's admission of love. He takes both of Ren's hands in his, wanting so desperately to feel him, but being met with the cold feeling of his spirit hands.

"Are you sure?" he asks quietly, his eyes pleading. "It'll only give you a few hours…"

Ren nodded. "I don't care.. I just want to be free."

Copia nods slowly, reluctantly releasing Ren's hands and moving to reach into his pocket for the vial of blood he smuggled out of the Ministry. 

He holds it with a shaking hand, taking a shaky breath, before unscrewing the cork. Quietly, he goes to the four corners of the cemetery, sprinkling the goat's blood while whispering the chant.

Within seconds, something shifts. Whether it's in the air or the atmosphere or the energy around the two, but there's suddenly something different. 

"I-I feel different…" Ren whispered, holding his stomach.

And then, all of sudden, a glow begins to surround his body. Copia gasps softly and drops the empty vial, his eyes widening as he watches Ren's body transform from a ghost into someone.. tangible.

Ren falls from where he was hovering with a yelp, landing on his back.

Copia let out a strangled noise of surprise and quickly rushed to Ren's side, falling to his knees beside him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked, his hands immediately going to your form to check that you were okay.

He was warm. He was alive again. 

"Y-You've freed me," Ren's soft voice graced Copia's ears, his human hand reaching out to finally touch Copia's cheek. It was an odd mix between warm and freezing, and Copia couldn't quite place it for the life of him. 

"Thank you…" 

In that moment, Ren pulled Copia into a deep kiss, the feeling of flesh on flesh foreign yet familiar. Copia held Ren in his arms, never wanting to let go. 

The tears that were shed were not of pain for the first time, it was of joy. 

Copia couldn't help it as his hands immediately went around Ren's new form, holding him tight to his body.

His hands clutched at Ren's white clothes, his body shaking as finally, finally- he could hold him in his arms, he could feel him, touch him, taste him, love him. 

And oh, did he love him. Copia’s heart was practically hammering in his chest as he kissed Ren back, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.

As they pulled away, Ren's strength was beginning to dissolve as the sun's rays peeked from below the earth.

"Thank you, Copia. Thank you," Ren repeated, a bittersweet smile present on his lips. 

Copia's eyes were almost fearful as he realized what the boy's words meant. 

He didn't want to let him go, had only just gotten him in his arms, finally feeling his skin and touch.

Yet his human form was slowly fading. "No.." Copia whispered, his hands gripping into Ren's flesh harder. "Please, no…"

"Don't be afraid," Ren whimpered, hugging Copia as tight as he could, with his hand pressed against Copia's chest. "Don't be afraid... I'll always be with you, in here."

 Copia’s heart clenched tight, a lump forming in his throat. The sound that came out of his mouth was a mix of a scoff and a sob, his throat squeezing and his eyes already feeling water. 

"Please," he whimpered, his hands now gripping the back of Ren's shirt, holding him as tight as he could. "Don't go.."

Ren's eyelids fluttered, his grip slowly loosening. "I'll find you... in my next life... don't cry..." 

Copia shook his head, his body shaking and his heart aching to hold him for longer, but Ren's form was slipping from his arms. 

It was all happening so fast, the sun slowly rising and watching him fading away from his touch. 

"No, no, no," he whispered, his hands immediately going to hold Ren's face, a desperate plea. "No, please, please don't leave me.."

Yet Ren went very still, his eyelids shutting for good. As the sun's rays began to bathe the cemetery with light, Ren's form shimmered and dissolved from Copia's arms into the slow breeze. Copia let out something that was almost a strangled cry of defeat, his body suddenly feeling so alone and cold again.

He sat there for a moment, his hands still raised and hovering uselessly where he had just been moments ago, the air just feeling like a lonely, empty wind.

~ 𓉸ྀི ~

Finding the Ministry wasn't that difficult, most of the locals tended to avoid looking at the large building with eternally spooky vibes. In some twisted way, it felt like home to you. The last decade hadn't treated you well, and you felt a pull to this place grow stronger as time passed.

Walking to the front doors and knocking four times, you straightened yourself up to look as presentable as possible. A few minutes later, an elderly looking woman opened the door. 

"Yes?" she asked, eyeing you up and down. 

"Hello, Sister," you greeted. "I'd like to become one of your Siblings of Sin." 

She nodded, allowing you to enter. "Welcome, dear. Come, we'll get you set up in my office. You may call me Sister Imperator."

As you both walked down the halls, you made eye contact with one of the cardinals, who was oddly riding a tricycle. He looked somewhat old and sad and tired, which was odd as you'd assumed people who ride tricycles were usually young and happy, yet you felt a pang in your heart for him. You looked away to marvel at the interior of the Ministry.

Little did you know that Copia found his eyes staring at you for a moment too long, his mind trying to place you. But you had a certain familiar look... perhaps it was just his imagination.

"Who's that?" you find yourself asking aloud. 

"Hm? Oh, that's Cardinal Copia," she glanced behind her, rolling her eyes for a brief moment. 

'Cardinal Copia,' you thought to yourself. 'He seems familiar.. Like I've met him before?'

"Despite his childlike mannerisms, he's a very helpful boy," Sister Imperator praised, pulling you out of his thoughts. "I'm sure he'd be happy to show you around if you ever get lost." 

You nodded, making a mental note in the back of your head. This place gave you a strong sense of deja vu, but you couldn't quite place it for the life of you. 

Oh well. Maybe it was in another life.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Psst you tagged your Ren fic as x reader

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

thank u anon bless 😢

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

hi i just noticed that in chapter 9 copia is not wearing black gloves

i dont think i can recover from this discovery honestly

screenshots from chapter 9 : tomb it may concern

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

okay so we're all gonna pretend i didnt write Ren as reader for the first bit of chapter 2 and forget to edit it

right

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Die With A Smile - Copia x male ghost oc

buckle up y'all part 2 is coming in hot and she's THICK

warnings/things to note: this fic series is Copia x MY OC, not reader. he's a ghost, so mentions of death, abandonment, heartbreak, angst all around really plus more angst this chapter

word count: 2723

Chapter 2 - Ethereal Tears

Copia couldn't focus. 

All he could think about was Ren. He was unable to sleep no matter how hard he tried, tossing and turning in his bed as he mentally scolded himself for leaving him in the graveyard so soon. 

Finally, at around 3 in the morning, he couldn't take it anymore. He got up and grabbed a cloak, slipping it over his pajamas and heading straight out of the castle. Before he left, he stared at his gloves.

 Maybe…

He slid them on hastily before quickly walking out towards the graveyard.

Soft crying could be heard, yet Ren was nowhere to be seen when Copia entered. Ren was hiding behind yet another headstone, curled into a ball and weeping into his hands. No tears fell, just pure, raw, painfully quiet sobs. 

Copia's heart shattered in his chest. 

He had a sneaking suspicion that you were crying and it pained him, oh how much it pained him to hear Ren’s quiet sobs. 

He slowly walked in the direction of the headstone, moving quietly through the rows of tombstones so as to not startle him. 

His hands itched from the desperate urge to touch him, to *hold him* and wipe away his tears.

He finally arrives in the row where Ren was hiding behind the headstone, a feeling of dread forming in his gut as he took in the sight of him crying. 

"Ren," he called out softly, as if his voice would rip in two from the sheer amount of wanting he had. "Please... look at me," he whispers, his heart aching for the ghost. “What’s wrong, my dove?”

"It's nothing," Ren sniffled, lifting his head. His white eyes were glassy, his cheeks glossy from the ethereal tears. "It's just my curse..."

Copia's heart ached when he saw Ren’s glossy cheeks and glassy eyes. He wanted nothing more than to brush his knuckles against the other’s skin, to run his fingers through his silvery-brown hair like he had longed to. 

He huffs out a quiet, bitter laugh before replying, "A curse, dove? What kind of curse do you have?"

Ren sits up a little more properly, wiping his face with his hand. "Every night, I must weep... for the lost souls. Those that have been buried in here, this cemetery… yet have not found mercy in their eternal punishment. I cannot leave... I'm stuck." 

Copia frowns and his gaze softens, full of sympathy for the ghost. "You cannot... move on..." he murmurs, watching as Ren wiped his face. 

He swallows, his heart clenching again. "You have to... cry... every night- for all of these poor, lost, unforgiven souls." He says this quietly, barely audible.

"What kind of cruel fate is that... to not only be stuck here- in this graveyard, but forced to be in pain... every day, every night..." He mutters this quietly, almost as if talking to himself, trying to wrap his head around Ren’s punishment.

"I... I was too young to be eternally punished when I died, yet not pure enough to be spared," Ren whispered. "I was told.. never to leave the grounds. But I want- I want to see the world; I want to explore.. that is also why I weep." 

Copia's heart sinks.

He swallows audibly, trying to push back his sorrow, sadness, and empathy for Ren. Yet, he couldn't help but reach out and instinctively try to touch his cheek.

This time, Copia's glove does touch Ren's pale face, and was immediately met with the freezing temperature of his cold body. Ren blinked, his brow furrowing. 

"You're... touching me... but how?"

He had instinctively reached out to touch Ren’s cheek, his fingers desperately trying to soothe away the other’s tears, when they met the freezing cold of his skin. Copia lets out a quiet shaky breath, his fingertips running down his cheek. He had never touched a ghost before. He had never even thought about what it would be like. Yet now, he'd gotten such a small taste, and he wanted more. More, and more, and more.

He didn't care that touching Ren’s skin was like touching an ice block- no, he didn't care one bit. As long as he could touch him, even if it was only for a brief second. 

And he doesn't withdraw his hand either, letting it still rest on Ren’s freezing cold skin as he looks deep into the other’s glassy eyes.

The warmth radiating off Copia's glove stirred Ren's insides, causing him to cry again. Phantom tears rolled onto the leather of Copia's glove, dissolving into the air once they came in contact with the fibers. 

"It- it's been so long... I'd forgotten what it felt like to be touched..." Ren whispered through quiet sobs. "You're so warm..." 

Copia's heart aches.

Too goddamn long. 

His hand trembles as he continues to touch Ren’s cheek, feeling how cold and soft his face is under his touch. 

"I-" he swallows hard and lets out a shuddering breath, his own eyes stinging in the corners. "You're cold, maledizione, you're so cold and pale and beautiful... precious, my precious dove..."

He continues to slowly caress Ren’s cheek with his gloved hand, wanting nothing more than to pull him into his arms and warm him with his body. 

"I don't care if you're cold, I don't care if touching you feels like touching a block of ice. All I care about is you, my dove.” He whispers, his voice wavering slightly.

"No," Ren says, pulling away abruptly even though his heart ached. "No, this... this cannot happen... I won't let it..." 

Copia lets his hand drop as Ren yanks himself away from him. He feels like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head, feeling the sudden loss of Ren’s cold skin. 

"This... this can happen.." he says through gritted teeth, reaching out in an attempt to grab him. "Damn it, Ren, what do you mean..?!"

"I cannot give you what you desire, human," Ren sobbed, standing up. "I am cursed. I cannot- I don't know what I can or cannot do anymore, but... I will lose you too... and I cannot bear to lose another." 

Copia stands up as well, taking a step towards Ren and reaching out. He doesn't care if it'll be like trying to grab smoke, he needs him to be back in his reach. 

"You won't, you won't lose me- I won't let you," he grits out, his eyes narrowing. "You can't be scared- dove, you can't be scared of me-"

He moves towards Ren suddenly and grips his shoulders, keeping him in place. "Don't be scared, don't be scared, it's me. You know me, you've seen me a thousand times. Don't push me away, I beg of you. Don't leave me here alone." Copia's voice breaks, and the desperation in it is clear.

Ren tenses, more of his ethereal tears streaming down his face. His ghostly presence flickers as he tries to keep his composure.

"But I don't even know your name," he whispered, his lip trembling. 

Copia swallows hard and lets his hands travel up Ren’s shoulders, all the way up his face until it is cradled in his gloved hands. 

"Copia. My name is Cardinal Copia," and by god, he wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Ren’s cold lips and hold him and warm him with his body.

He gently brushes away the tears from Ren’s cheeks without looking away from his glittering, glassy eyes, and moves closer as he speaks, moving one of his hands to the nape of Ren’s neck. 

"Don't forget my name," he whispers, his fingers moving up to thread through Ren’s silvery-brown hair. "Don't you dare forget my name, my dove."

Ren could only sob in response, fear and sorrow and yearning washing over him. His pale hands gently hovered over Copia's gloved ones, his milky white eyes taking in Copia's face. "I won't.."

"No, don’t cry… don’t cry, dove, shh…" Copia attempts to sooth Ren, though his own emotions quickly become a mess.

"I cannot... kiss you, hug you, hold you... I cannot feel your skin without... without a pure substance in the way to buffer," Ren sniffled. "You have to understand, I-I can only touch pure metals... and mixed fibers.." 

Copia's breath stutters and gets caught in his chest as Ren’s words sink into his head. 

He'd thought about kissing him , holding him, hugging him, and more many times. He'd imagined it over and over again, imagined what it would be like to have his cold, fragile body in his arms. He'd even dreamt of it all, but- 

"You cannot..." he echoed quietly, his hands stilling, "you cannot touch flesh?"

Ren nodded sadly. 

Copia swallows hard, a painful lump forming in his throat as he thinks over Ren’s words.

He'd been so desperate to touch him- hold him, kiss him - yet he'd forgotten that he was a human, and Ren was a ghost. 

No matter how badly he wanted to hold the other in his arms and kiss him until he couldn't breathe, he couldn't. Ren'd just slip through his fingers like smoke. 

He looks down at the ghost, holding his face in his gloved hands, "That damn curse..."

Yet, as he stood there holding you in his hands, a sudden idea popped into his head. 

He didn't know if it would work, or if it was even possible to do, but he was desperate to touch Ren- to feel every part of him. 

He wanted to have him, even if it was just for one night. 

"Can you... touch gold?" 

Ren blinked as he thought. An odd question, though he understood why it needed to be asked.

"I-I've never tried…"

Copia lets out a breath of relief that Ren can at least possibly touch gold. He was determined to make it work, to have him in any way he could. 

"You've never.. tried?" He repeated, a hint of excitement to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Hold on, I-" he says suddenly and steps away from Ren. 

He had a silver and gold Grucifix rosary around his neck. It was a symbol of his un-faith, and he was about to commit the most unholy act of his life. 

Copia grabbed the rosary around his neck and yanked it off him, the chain digging into his skin as he did. He barely even noticed. 

"Touch it," he commanded, holding the necklace in front of the ghost, "try and touch it."

Ren lifted a single finger, hesitating to touch the rosary. When he did, his finger burned. He yelped and flinched away, holding his hand close to his chest. He began to sob again, his soft cries echoing in the eerie cemetery.

Copia's own hands curled into fists, and he clenched his jaw as he watched the spirit attempt to touch the rosary and cry out in pain as it burned his skin. He didn't know that the rosary would burn him, he'd been so sure it would work. He wanted the other so desperately and yet now he'd hurt him, in both body and mind. 

He let the rosary drop onto the grass as he moved back towards you. "Are you- are you alright?"

"Just- just leave me alone," he whispered, turning away from Copia and floating off into the fog. "I knew I shouldn't have... shouldn't have trusted you.."

Copia swallows hard, watching you float off and disappear into the fog. He felt like an idiot- he'd hurt Ren. 

No, no, no. 

He couldn't leave him alone, not after what he'd done. He had to explain, he had to try and make up for it. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he was after him, moving deep in the fog that surrounded the cemetery.

"Wait, please!" Copia called out as he moved through the fog. He could vaguely see Ren's figure in front of him, and he continued to follow it. "You need to know that it was an accident, I didn't know that the rosary would burn you, I swear!" 

Copia continued through the fog hastily, not realizing where he was heading. He'd tripped over a log and almost fell into a hole in the ground, but Ren turned around at the right moment. He quickly reached out to grab Copia and yank him back upright, both of them pausing as they realized what Ren had just done. 

Copia's heart had just about jumped out his throat as he tripped and almost fell into the goddamn hole, when suddenly he felt a firm, yet freezing cold grasp on his arm. 

He looked up, expecting to see him, when he realized. Ren was holding him - touching him with his bare, icy cold fingers. Both of them froze, staring at each other as a wave of realization crashed into the two like a truck.

"I... I don't understand..." Ren whispered, his voice wavering as he felt more ethereal tears drip down his translucent skin. 

Copia swallowed, his breath shuddering and his heart hammering in his chest as Ren held his arm. He stared at the other, his breathing uneven and fast as he slowly reached up with his free hand to touch his. 

"You're- You're touching me," he whimpered, his voice almost breaking as his fingers met your impossibly cold skin.

"I can feel your warmth... your energy," Ren sniffled. "But not your flesh. I-I don't understand it at all… why could you go through me before, yet not now?"

Copia's breath hitches as Ren said he could feel his warmth and energy. He can barely process the ghost's words through the adrenaline rushing through his body. 

"I- I-" his words got stuck in his throat as his fingers carefully wrapped around Ren's hand. "I-I don't care why you can- you can touch me... I don't care why. Just... Just don't let go."

"Okay," he nodded, although his essence was trembling. "Okay, I'll…I won't let go." 

Copia lets out a shuddering breath, carefully lacing his gloved fingers through Ren's and holding Ren's hand gingerly between his own.

"You're... you're cold," he says simply, his breathing still a little uneven.

"And you're… so warm." 

Copia looks back up at Ren's face, staring into his milky eyes, iridescent tears and trembling lips, realization slowly dawning on him. 

He can never truly hold him, kiss him, have him. He can only look at Ren, and that realization alone feels like a punch to the gut and a stab in the heart all at once. Copia's breath becomes shaky, and he swallows, his mismatched eyes becoming glassy. 

Ren is right in front of him, but he is not his to hold and kiss and love. Ren is a ghost with an icy body, while Copia's a living, breathing man who needs, and Ren is a need he will never be able to satisfy. 

"I want to be with you, oh, how I want to," Ren whimpered. "I wish I wasn't dead... I wish I was alive again with you.."

The more the spirit spoke, the more Copia felt his heart breaking. With each whimper his chest twitches slightly, the organ in it aching and squeezing. He can’t even speak right now without his voice shaking and cracking. 

“Me too,” he replied, barely above a whisper. “I wish you weren’t dead… I wish you were alive, so I could touch you and love you like how I need to…”

"Promise me something," Ren sniffled. "Promise me... you won't ever harm yourself as a means to become a ghost with me. Live your life, Copia. I did not, and now I pay my price."

Copia's heart drops when Ren asks him to promise him that. The very thought of him harming himself, to become a ghost and stay with him forever does send a thrill through his body-

But he knows Ren is right. He can’t do that, can’t harm himself, he can’t kill himself to join the other in the afterlife. It’s still a hard one to promise, and he has to take a sharp breath in and close his eyes to try to focus. 

“I… promise,” Copia whispers, his voice strained.

"Thank you," Ren nodded, a hint of a smile playing at his lips before he drifted away into the fog once more.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Die With A Smile - Copia x male ghost oc

buckle up y'all part 2 is coming in hot and she's THICK

warnings/things to note: this fic series is Copia x MY OC, not reader. he's a ghost, so mentions of death, abandonment, heartbreak, angst all around really plus more angst this chapter

word count: 2723

Chapter 2 - Ethereal Tears

Copia couldn't focus. 

All he could think about was Ren. He was unable to sleep no matter how hard he tried, tossing and turning in his bed as he mentally scolded himself for leaving him in the graveyard so soon. 

Finally, at around 3 in the morning, he couldn't take it anymore. He got up and grabbed a cloak, slipping it over his pajamas and heading straight out of the castle. Before he left, he stared at his gloves.

 Maybe…

He slid them on hastily before quickly walking out towards the graveyard.

Soft crying could be heard, yet Ren was nowhere to be seen when Copia entered. Ren was hiding behind yet another headstone, curled into a ball and weeping into his hands. No tears fell, just pure, raw, painfully quiet sobs. 

Copia's heart shattered in his chest. 

He had a sneaking suspicion that he was crying and it pained him, oh how much it pained him to hear Ren’s quiet sobs. 

He slowly walked in the direction of the headstone, moving quietly through the rows of tombstones so as to not startle him. 

His hands itched from the desperate urge to touch him, to hold him and wipe away his tears.

He finally arrives in the row where Ren was hiding behind the headstone, a feeling of dread forming in his gut as he took in the sight of him crying. 

"Ren," he called out softly, as if his voice would rip in two from the sheer amount of wanting he had. "Please... look at me," he whispers, his heart aching for the ghost. “What’s wrong, my dove?”

"It's nothing," Ren sniffled, lifting his head. His white eyes were glassy, his cheeks glossy from the ethereal tears. "It's just my curse..."

Copia's heart ached when he saw Ren’s glossy cheeks and glassy eyes. He wanted nothing more than to brush his knuckles against the other’s skin, to run his fingers through his silvery-brown hair like he had longed to. 

He huffs out a quiet, bitter laugh before replying, "A curse, dove? What kind of curse do you have?"

Ren sits up a little more properly, wiping his face with his hand. "Every night, I must weep... for the lost souls. Those that have been buried in here, this cemetery… yet have not found mercy in their eternal punishment. I cannot leave... I'm stuck." 

Copia frowns and his gaze softens, full of sympathy for the ghost. "You cannot... move on..." he murmurs, watching as Ren wiped his face. 

He swallows, his heart clenching again. "You have to... cry... every night- for all of these poor, lost, unforgiven souls." He says this quietly, barely audible.

"What kind of cruel fate is that... to not only be stuck here- in this graveyard, but forced to be in pain... every day, every night..." He mutters this quietly, almost as if talking to himself, trying to wrap his head around Ren’s punishment.

"I... I was too young to be eternally punished when I died, yet not pure enough to be spared," Ren whispered. "I was told.. never to leave the grounds. But I want- I want to see the world; I want to explore.. that is also why I weep." 

Copia's heart sinks.

He swallows audibly, trying to push back his sorrow, sadness, and empathy for Ren. Yet, he couldn't help but reach out and instinctively try to touch his cheek.

This time, Copia's glove does touch Ren's pale face, and was immediately met with the freezing temperature of his cold body. Ren blinked, his brow furrowing. 

"You're... touching me... but how?"

He had instinctively reached out to touch Ren’s cheek, his fingers desperately trying to soothe away the other’s tears, when they met the freezing cold of his skin. Copia lets out a quiet shaky breath, his fingertips running down his cheek. He had never touched a ghost before. He had never even thought about what it would be like. Yet now, he'd gotten such a small taste, and he wanted more. More, and more, and more.

He didn't care that touching Ren’s skin was like touching an ice block- no, he didn't care one bit. As long as he could touch him, even if it was only for a brief second. 

And he doesn't withdraw his hand either, letting it still rest on Ren’s freezing cold skin as he looks deep into the other’s glassy eyes.

The warmth radiating off Copia's glove stirred Ren's insides, causing him to cry again. Phantom tears rolled onto the leather of Copia's glove, dissolving into the air once they came in contact with the fibers. 

"It- it's been so long... I'd forgotten what it felt like to be touched..." Ren whispered through quiet sobs. "You're so warm..." 

Copia's heart aches.

Too goddamn long. 

His hand trembles as he continues to touch Ren’s cheek, feeling how cold and soft his face is under his touch. 

"I-" he swallows hard and lets out a shuddering breath, his own eyes stinging in the corners. "You're cold, maledizione, you're so cold and pale and beautiful... precious, my precious dove..."

He continues to slowly caress Ren’s cheek with his gloved hand, wanting nothing more than to pull him into his arms and warm him with his body. 

"I don't care if you're cold, I don't care if touching you feels like touching a block of ice. All I care about is you, my dove.” He whispers, his voice wavering slightly.

"No," Ren says, pulling away abruptly even though his heart ached. "No, this... this cannot happen... I won't let it..." 

Copia lets his hand drop as Ren yanks himself away from him. He feels like someone had just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head, feeling the sudden loss of Ren’s cold skin. 

"This... this can happen.." he says through gritted teeth, reaching out in an attempt to grab him. "Damn it, Ren, what do you mean..?!"

"I cannot give you what you desire, human," Ren sobbed, standing up. "I am cursed. I cannot- I don't know what I can or cannot do anymore, but... I will lose you too... and I cannot bear to lose another." 

Copia stands up as well, taking a step towards Ren and reaching out. He doesn't care if it'll be like trying to grab smoke, he needs him to be back in his reach. 

"You won't, you won't lose me- I won't let you," he grits out, his eyes narrowing. "You can't be scared- dove, you can't be scared of me-"

He moves towards Ren suddenly and grips his shoulders, keeping him in place. "Don't be scared, don't be scared, it's me. You know me, you've seen me a thousand times. Don't push me away, I beg of you. Don't leave me here alone." Copia's voice breaks, and the desperation in it is clear.

Ren tenses, more of his ethereal tears streaming down his face. His ghostly presence flickers as he tries to keep his composure.

"But I don't even know your name," he whispered, his lip trembling. 

Copia swallows hard and lets his hands travel up Ren’s shoulders, all the way up his face until it is cradled in his gloved hands. 

"Copia. My name is Cardinal Copia," and by god, he wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss Ren’s cold lips and hold him and warm him with his body.

He gently brushes away the tears from Ren’s cheeks without looking away from his glittering, glassy eyes, and moves closer as he speaks, moving one of his hands to the nape of Ren’s neck. 

"Don't forget my name," he whispers, his fingers moving up to thread through Ren’s silvery-brown hair. "Don't you dare forget my name, my dove."

Ren could only sob in response, fear and sorrow and yearning washing over him. His pale hands gently hovered over Copia's gloved ones, his milky white eyes taking in Copia's face. "I won't.."

"No, don’t cry… don’t cry, dove, shh…" Copia attempts to sooth Ren, though his own emotions quickly become a mess.

"I cannot... kiss you, hug you, hold you... I cannot feel your skin without... without a pure substance in the way to buffer," Ren sniffled. "You have to understand, I-I can only touch pure metals... and mixed fibers.." 

Copia's breath stutters and gets caught in his chest as Ren’s words sink into his head. 

He'd thought about kissing him , holding him, hugging him, and more many times. He'd imagined it over and over again, imagined what it would be like to have his cold, fragile body in his arms. He'd even dreamt of it all, but- 

"You cannot..." he echoed quietly, his hands stilling, "you cannot touch flesh?"

Ren nodded sadly. 

Copia swallows hard, a painful lump forming in his throat as he thinks over Ren’s words.

He'd been so desperate to touch him- hold him, kiss him - yet he'd forgotten that he was a human, and Ren was a ghost. 

No matter how badly he wanted to hold the other in his arms and kiss him until he couldn't breathe, he couldn't. Ren'd just slip through his fingers like smoke. 

He looks down at the ghost, holding his face in his gloved hands, "That damn curse..."

Yet, as he stood there holding you in his hands, a sudden idea popped into his head. 

He didn't know if it would work, or if it was even possible to do, but he was desperate to touch Ren- to feel every part of him. 

He wanted to have him, even if it was just for one night. 

"Can you... touch gold?" 

Ren blinked as he thought. An odd question, though he understood why it needed to be asked.

"I-I've never tried…"

Copia lets out a breath of relief that Ren can at least possibly touch gold. He was determined to make it work, to have him in any way he could. 

"You've never.. tried?" He repeated, a hint of excitement to his voice that hadn't been there before. "Hold on, I-" he says suddenly and steps away from Ren. 

He had a silver and gold Grucifix rosary around his neck. It was a symbol of his un-faith, and he was about to commit the most unholy act of his life. 

Copia grabbed the rosary around his neck and yanked it off him, the chain digging into his skin as he did. He barely even noticed. 

"Touch it," he commanded, holding the necklace in front of the ghost, "try and touch it."

Ren lifted a single finger, hesitating to touch the rosary. When he did, his finger burned. He yelped and flinched away, holding his hand close to his chest. He began to sob again, his soft cries echoing in the eerie cemetery.

Copia's own hands curled into fists, and he clenched his jaw as he watched the spirit attempt to touch the rosary and cry out in pain as it burned his skin. He didn't know that the rosary would burn him, he'd been so sure it would work. He wanted the other so desperately and yet now he'd hurt him, in both body and mind. 

He let the rosary drop onto the grass as he moved back towards you. "Are you- are you alright?"

"Just- just leave me alone," he whispered, turning away from Copia and floating off into the fog. "I knew I shouldn't have... shouldn't have trusted you.."

Copia swallows hard, watching you float off and disappear into the fog. He felt like an idiot- he'd hurt Ren. 

No, no, no. 

He couldn't leave him alone, not after what he'd done. He had to explain, he had to try and make up for it. 

Before he knew what he was doing, he was after him, moving deep in the fog that surrounded the cemetery.

"Wait, please!" Copia called out as he moved through the fog. He could vaguely see Ren's figure in front of him, and he continued to follow it. "You need to know that it was an accident, I didn't know that the rosary would burn you, I swear!" 

Copia continued through the fog hastily, not realizing where he was heading. He'd tripped over a log and almost fell into a hole in the ground, but Ren turned around at the right moment. He quickly reached out to grab Copia and yank him back upright, both of them pausing as they realized what Ren had just done. 

Copia's heart had just about jumped out his throat as he tripped and almost fell into the goddamn hole, when suddenly he felt a firm, yet freezing cold grasp on his arm. 

He looked up, expecting to see him, when he realized. Ren was holding him - touching him with his bare, icy cold fingers. Both of them froze, staring at each other as a wave of realization crashed into the two like a truck.

"I... I don't understand..." Ren whispered, his voice wavering as he felt more ethereal tears drip down his translucent skin. 

Copia swallowed, his breath shuddering and his heart hammering in his chest as Ren held his arm. He stared at the other, his breathing uneven and fast as he slowly reached up with his free hand to touch his. 

"You're- You're touching me," he whimpered, his voice almost breaking as his fingers met your impossibly cold skin.

"I can feel your warmth... your energy," Ren sniffled. "But not your flesh. I-I don't understand it at all… why could you go through me before, yet not now?"

Copia's breath hitches as Ren said he could feel his warmth and energy. He can barely process the ghost's words through the adrenaline rushing through his body. 

"I- I-" his words got stuck in his throat as his fingers carefully wrapped around Ren's hand. "I-I don't care why you can- you can touch me... I don't care why. Just... Just don't let go."

"Okay," he nodded, although his essence was trembling. "Okay, I'll…I won't let go." 

Copia lets out a shuddering breath, carefully lacing his gloved fingers through Ren's and holding Ren's hand gingerly between his own.

"You're... you're cold," he says simply, his breathing still a little uneven.

"And you're… so warm." 

Copia looks back up at Ren's face, staring into his milky eyes, iridescent tears and trembling lips, realization slowly dawning on him. 

He can never truly hold him, kiss him, have him. He can only look at Ren, and that realization alone feels like a punch to the gut and a stab in the heart all at once. Copia's breath becomes shaky, and he swallows, his mismatched eyes becoming glassy. 

Ren is right in front of him, but he is not his to hold and kiss and love. Ren is a ghost with an icy body, while Copia's a living, breathing man who needs, and Ren is a need he will never be able to satisfy. 

"I want to be with you, oh, how I want to," Ren whimpered. "I wish I wasn't dead... I wish I was alive again with you.."

The more the spirit spoke, the more Copia felt his heart breaking. With each whimper his chest twitches slightly, the organ in it aching and squeezing. He can’t even speak right now without his voice shaking and cracking. 

“Me too,” he replied, barely above a whisper. “I wish you weren’t dead… I wish you were alive, so I could touch you and love you like how I need to…”

"Promise me something," Ren sniffled. "Promise me... you won't ever harm yourself as a means to become a ghost with me. Live your life, Copia. I did not, and now I pay my price."

Copia's heart drops when Ren asks him to promise him that. The very thought of him harming himself, to become a ghost and stay with him forever does send a thrill through his body-

But he knows Ren is right. He can’t do that, can’t harm himself, he can’t kill himself to join the other in the afterlife. It’s still a hard one to promise, and he has to take a sharp breath in and close his eyes to try to focus. 

“I… promise,” Copia whispers, his voice strained.

"Thank you," Ren nodded, a hint of a smile playing at his lips before he drifted away into the fog once more.

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Die With A Smile - Copia x male ghost oc

had a headcanon a while back that really stuck and i got the first chapter done! im hoping to write longer chapters and post them all within the month of october, we'll see!

warnings/things to note: this fic series is Copia x MY OC, not reader. he's a ghost, so mentions of death, abandonment, heartbreak, angst all around really

word count: 1754

Chapter 1 - Greetings

It was late at night. Too late at night for Copia’s mind to be racing. There was so much work to do in such little time. He sighed, rubbing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair, the hinges creaking from overuse. Maybe he needed to take a walk to clear his mind. Yeah, that sounded like a healthy alternative to overwhelming stimulation. He shrugged off his gloves as he wouldn’t need them to walk. Besides, it was good to get his hands dirty every once in a while.

It was about two in the morning, the last time he checked his watch. He yawned and stretched his muscles before setting out to walk into the eerie graveyard. It was always his favorite spot, especially at this time of year. Fog was beginning to roll in, the temperature was cooler, and it felt more… spooky. At home, for Copia at least. 

He wandered in, the old iron gate groaning from lack of movement. Copia’s mind cleared more and more the further he walked in. His hand lightly trailed across the tops of the headstones, silently repeating a prayer of respect to the souls buried here. He’d already done half a lap when he heard rustling by the old mausoleum, which was securely locked with an old-fashioned padlock and key. He shook his head in disappointment. Probably some ghouls again, he thought to himself. He made his way to the old mausoleum, his steps clicking against the stone at a medium pace, and found the padlock untouched, with the key hanging in its rightful place. 

He took a step back, puzzled. "What even?" he found himself thinking out loud. 

The door rattled again, causing Copia to flinch. "He- hello? Is someone in there?"

"Help," a small voice replied, along with the door rattling once more. 

Instantly, Copia reached for the key, putting it into the slot and turning it, unlocking the padlock. He grunted as he pulled the door open, revealing…

An empty room. 

What? 

A cold brush of wind went through his bones, causing him to turn on his heel. 

His eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight before him. 

A ghost. A real ghost. 

"Caro Sathanas…" he whispered. "Hello," he greets, his mind scrambling to find his manners and look presentable to the spirit in front of him. "I- uh… what were you doing in there?"

Instead, the ghost let out a small squeak and hid behind one of the headstones, not expecting to see him either, he supposed. A light chuckle left Copia’s lips and he shook his head. 

"It’s okay, I’m not here to hurt you. Come on out," he gently coaxes, staying rooted in his spot so as not to spook the ghost. A bit ironic, he thought to himself. 

The ghost peeked his head up for a moment, revealing his silvery-brown translucent hair and white-clear skin. His eyes were pure white, though one could still know where they were looking. 

Copia was somewhat taken aback by his eyes, though he did an impressive job at hiding it. 

"There you are," Copia says, his heart strangely hammering against his ribs. Perhaps it was because it was the dead of the night or perhaps because he can now properly register the fact that he was talking to an actual ghost. "You don't have to keep your distance. Come here."

The ghost hesitantly let go of the headstone he was hiding behind, drifting closer to the man in front of him. 

"Y-You saved me.." he whispered.

Copia smiles at his words. "Of course, I saved you. What else was I supposed to do?" He asks jokingly with a feigned air of arrogance, though it was clear to see that he was being gentle with the other. He studies his face for a moment, almost as if he was taking in and mentally noting the ghost’s every feature.

"Don't stare, please... it makes me nervous..." he murmured, his voice sounding as if it were coming from another room. He looked down, and if he still had blood in his veins, his cheeks would be a bright pink from embarrassment.

Copia blinks in surprise, taken by the slight pleading in his voice. His gaze immediately falls from the ghost’s face. 

"Oh, my apologies," he muttered, scratching his head. "I didn't mean to stare like that. I.. I was just admiring how precious you are. Forgive me, I'll keep my eyes to the floor, if that helps."

"Oh..." the ghost floated back just a few inches, holding his hand to his heart as if it ached. 

"I just... don't like humans in general..."

Copia's shoulders drooped and his brows furrowed, sadness flashing in his eyes. 

"Oh," he murmurs and steps back a bit, giving you more space. "I apologize if I made you uncomfortable. I wasn't trying to scare you... I just thought you were beautiful. I-" Copia huffs out a sigh and pushes a hand through his dark hair. "I didn't expect you to like humans, but I thought if I was at least nice, you'd tolerate me."

He rubs the back of his neck and averts his eyes, letting out a short quiet laugh; one that seemed bitter and pained. 

"That's stupid of me, isn't it? I was stupid to think that.... a ghost would even... tolerate... a stupid human."

"N-No, that's not..." he started, hesitantly reaching out then retracting his arm, his shoulders tensing. "I-I don't know... it's been so long since I've.." 

He trailed off as the moonlight peeked through the overcast clouds, illuminating his essence and catching his eye. He drifted away from Copia, his eyes wide as he took in the beauty of the moon. 

"I forgot... how beautiful the moon was..." 

"You really think so?" Copia asks quietly, watching as he drifts away and basks in the moonlight. 

"Maledizione, you're even more beautiful in the light," he murmurs, his heart clenching in his chest as he takes in the sight of the other bathed in the silver glow of the celestial object.

He's drawn to the other like a moth to a flame and he slowly reaches out, as if wanting to touch him. 

"I never thought I'd be this close to a ghost," Copias breath hitches, "especially to a ghost so beautiful... bellissimo..." 

The ghost gasped as he felt Copia's hand go right through his back, an uncomfortable tingle spreading throughout his body before he yanked himself away from the human's touch. 

"Don't... you can't touch me... I-I'll go right through you..."

Copia immediately regrets reaching out, flinching as the other pulled away. He frowns, looking down at his hand with a sad look. "That... didn't feel very pleasant," Copia says, "I can imagine just how unpleasant it is for you. I'm sorry, I should have thought better." 

He lets his hand drop to his side slowly, though he can no longer take his eyes off the ghost. "How long have you been alone here, I wonder," he whispered and took another small step towards him, though careful to not get any closer. 

He wanted nothing more than to touch him again, to touch his hair, his pale skin. He wanted to hold his delicate hands. He wanted to hug him.

"A long time. Very long time," the ghost whispered in return, his expression turning melancholic as he looked back up at the moon in awe.

"I've... not seen another human in... I don't even know how long... the last time I saw a human, I was trapped in there."

"In... you were trapped there?" Copia tilts his head in confusion, though realization soon dawns on him and his eyes widen. "Oh, cazzo, you're stuck in that… that old mausoleum?" 

He points behind his shoulder, to the mausoleum that is nearby. He had almost forgotten that the damn thing was even there.

He nodded, a clear streak of what could have been a tear running down his pale cheek. "It was.. awful. No one could hear me... I couldn't go through the doors because they were locked…”

Copia winces, as if in pain, at the ghost's last sentence. It hurt him badly imagining him alone in that cold, dark room. It must have been torture. 

"I can't imagine what that was like for you," he says quietly, "having to scream and no one would listen... no one would hear you..."

"I don't want to talk anymore," the ghost whispered abruptly, his already distant voice seeming quieter than usual as he began to drift away from Copia.

"Hey, hey, wait a second," Copia suddenly pleads and reaches his hand out to him, even though he knew there was no way he could touch him or stop him from floating away. 

"Please... can't you at least tell me your name? That's all I want to know, please," he says, and there was clear desperation in his voice.

He turned back, his brows furrowing upwards as he contemplated trusting Copia with his name. Would he begin to trust humans as a whole again? This one was certainly much kinder than the last one he'd met. 

"Ren."

Copia's heart beat loudly in his chest as he was finally given a name. "Ren," he murmured, letting the word sit on his tongue like honey. The ghost's name perfectly complimented his beautiful features, and the human realized that he wanted to say his name more often. 

"Ren, what a pretty name," he says quietly, though he wanted to shout it out like a prayer. He wanted to shout it for the whole world to hear.

His hand was still reaching out for Ren as if he could grab him by the arm and stop him from floating away. 

"Ren, bellissimo, please don't go," he pleaded, and he took another step forward. He was so desperate to have him near, even if he knew Ren’d slip through his fingers like smoke.

"It is getting late," Ren murmured, unable to keep his eyes on Copia. "Go back to the castle. 'S not like I can really leave..." 

Copia's expression softens as you tell him to go back to the castle. You were right, he should probably leave soon...

Yet, he did not want to. 

He wanted to stay here in the graveyard, with Ren, and talk to him in the dead of the night for as long as he could. 

"You're right, it is late... I..." he sighs softly, reluctantly taking a step away from the ghost. "I should go back."

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

im cooking yall be ready for october 🔥

also no im not doing kinktober.

what i have planned is better trust and believe

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

working on this ... hopefully it's done before halloween ...

copia headcanon !!

Copia fell in love with a ghost once. He found them when they were trapped in the Ministry's graveyard, locked inside the storage unit as the lock was made of pure metal. It was purely by accident that they met, but the ghost had grown attached to the man who had freed them.

They started to follow Copia around the Ministry quietly, hiding from any and everyone who still had a pulse. However, Copia noticed them a few times, yet found it adorable.

When they grew closer to each other, Copia noticed that ghosts cannot touch human flesh or pure metals, and humans cannot touch ghosts. Despite this, they both discovered that ghosts can interact with polyester clothing, so Copia ordered a specific uniform set so that he could touch, hug, etc. the ghost.

~

might expand on this later when i have free time lolll but here's this to make up for lack of requests (pls yall im on my knees begging /nf)