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captaingrebelguf · 2 months ago

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I Can Do Better

Ciao, ciao, ciao. Life is too short; so I've brought another drabble to the two (maybe three or four?) party fan club that I am still dragging my sweet, patient @copiousloverofcopia along with me. Sorry, girl. lol <3

Once again dicking around in the magical AU that came from the mind of the ever lovely: @copiousloverofcopia.

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. Ayyyoooo!

Be well, be good to each other, and happy Thursday, my dudes.

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Okay. So, this takes place a way a way back...

Terzo handed his radiant, exhausted, (and kind of sweaty) Prime Mover a plastic cup full of ice chips.

Alessandra stared dumbfoundedly at her husband as if he had three heads; hesitating to take the ice, “Terz… I said--”

“I have Omega and Alpha headed out to go get the shawarma order, it's not something the kitchen could handle,” Terzo cut her off, scrunching his nose at her and placing the cup at her bedside, “Paziente, Mama.”

Alé groaned, letting her head fall back against the mountain of pillows fluffed up behind her, “I’m not going to make it."

Terzo smiled brightly as he brought his lips to give her a chaste kiss on her forehead, “Soon, cara, soon. You’re strong as hell, Alessandra; this is a cakewalk.”

“You have no idea,” Alessandra sighed in agreement before a yawn slipped out; she looked down at the hour-old infant bundled in her arms. Dante Alessandro Emeritus, their second child, their first son; already had his parents wrapped around all his ten fingers. His button nose was the spitting imitation of Mena’s as a baby. His tufts of soft, ebony-hued hair were already a mess. Dante had Terzo’s full lips and matching eye colors. Alessandra couldn’t see much of herself in their newest addition, but she knew their son was going to be one handsome bastard. Just like his Papa.

“I’m starving,” Alé pouted, stretching her achy back as she gave her husband pouty eyes. Terzo gave her an apologetic smile, biting his tongue before he let himself foolishly mention something else she could put in her mouth.

“Don’t,” Alé warned sternly; knowing exactly where his train of thought was going, “I am in no mood for your jokes.”

“I wasn’t!” Terzo lied, laughing as he stroked his wife’s untamed curls. Alé scoffed, rightfully not believing him.

“You really are amazing, cara,” Terzo murmured, taking in his strong-willed Prime Mover holding their child at her breast. He lowered his gaze to their son, ‘Satanas, did they make great looking kids.’

Alé smiled tiredly from her cot in the ministry’s infirmary, proudly taking the compliment. Once they had made it from Dante’s impromptu birth suite in the hallway, the nursing staff quickly threw together a temporary private room for the family. Alessandra and Dante had both been fully checked out and given the ‘all clear’ by the physician. Terzo silently watched everything from Alé’s side, slightly shell-shocked as the adrenaline died down.

“He’s pretty handsome, huh?” she whispered still in a happy dopamine-filled daze; her heart couldn’t feel more full looking between a father and his son, “I wonder if you looked like this when you were born..”

Terzo smiled sadly; he couldn't help but instantly think of his own childhood, his own mother. He turned his head away from Alé. She continued to coo over their son, laughing to herself, “Just imagine: now you get to be tormented the same way you punished Primo all those years. What goes around, comes around, Terz.”

Terzo didn’t reply, the fears he’d been suppressing over the last nine months all hit him at once. The memories of his miserable childhood seeped back in as he tried to focus on anything else in the room. Traumatically losing his own mother. Being shipped across the country from one sect to another, before finally arriving at the ministry as a young child. And then immediately being tossed aside by Nihil; already having been inconvenienced enough to have a third unwanted child dropped on his doorstep. Terzo never forgot that dejected, hollow feeling from the man who was supposed to care and love for him.

Terzo held out for longer than he would ever admit waiting for Nihil to see him as his son; waiting for him to be proud. Terzo remembered all the times he had been caught in the middle of Nihil's drunken rage; being screamed at and having items thrown at him. He remembered the silent car rides growing up where Nihil couldn't even pretend to be interested in his own sons' lives. Or Nihil disappearing for months on end on drug benders. The cigarette ashes being flicked at him if he ever said the wrong thing at the wrong time. The public monologues of what a disappointment Terzo was to him.

Terzo looked up at the ceiling and turned his body away from his partner and child, pleading with himself to think of anything else. But the ‘what ifs’ kept circling back. What if this was his future? What if he ended following his own disappointing father’s footsteps and let his own kids down? What if he ended up being a failure?

“Terz?” Alé asked, looking away from the infant only to be met with her husband's back side; realizing he had gotten strangely quiet. He had his arms folded snugly at his chest and stood as straight as an arrow. She saw his shoulders sag down as he took a ragged, calming breath.

“Terzo, what is going on?” Alé pressed again, more worry evident in her voice, “What’s wrong?”

He slowly turned around, avoiding eye contact, mustering up a smile for her sake. Alé could see the misty look in his eyes and held her hand out to her partner, “Terzo, what’s wrong?”

He sniffled and let out a short laugh, he took his wife’s hand, giving it three squeezes, “I’m sorry, cara mia. Everything seems to have caught up to me all at once. I'm just emotional.”

Alé rubbed her thumb over his knuckles soothingly, smiling softly, “I knew you couldn’t be that calm, cool, and collected.”

Terzo chuckled, waving her off, trying to shrug off the conversation, “Sadly: no. Fake it until you make it. I’ll be fine, amore. Promise."

“Well, that's a lie. If you don’t talk to me right now, I swear to Lucifer you will never see me naked again,” Alessandra warned, trying to get her husband to crack. She raised an eyebrow at him as she waited for his response.

Terzo laughed as he dropped himself down into the folding chair the staff had pulled out for him next to Alé’s cot, “Eh. You got me. It’s just been a lot--”

Dante interrupted their conversation with a few snuffles and coos sounding like it might lead into a good cry. Alessandra smiled down at her first son; she gently clutched him closer to her chest, swaying him. She couldn’t believe he was finally here, still thanking Lucifer all went well. Terzo looked away from the infant, choosing instead to stare into the space in front of him as he debated about how to go about this conversation.

Alessandra interrupted his thoughts, “I just realized: Terzo, I’ve been hogging the baby, why don’t you hold him?”

“No, no, cara,” Terzo woke out of his trance and shook his head, trying to lighten the mood, “You’ve earned this, you did all the hard work. You keep the fresh baby.”

Alé rolled her eyes at him, scoffing as she started to move the infant from her chest, trying to swiftly pass him off to Terzo before little Dante started to stir again, “No one likes a martyr, Papa."

Terzo’s arms remained firmly crossed and unmoving over his chest, “Alé…”

“Why don’t you want to hold your son?” Alé sternly questioned, before slightly grinning and teasing him, “Don't pull a Nihil."

Terzo pursed his lips, feeling the knot in his throat forming again. Alé immediately regretted her words, knowing she had struck a nerve. She moved Dante back into one arm and with her free hand she reached to rub her husband’s arm, “I'm sorry. That wasn't funny. I didn't mean it like that…"

“Alessandra,” he finally sputtered, speaking a mile a minute, “I’m so scared this will be different and I won’t have the same bond I have with Mena. What if Dante is like me and he’s a stronzetto? What if I yell at him? What if he hates me? What if I don't have the patience for him? I… I can’t be like Nihil.”

“You’re not!” Alé exclaimed, grasping his hand, giving it a gentle, but firm shake, “You are nothing like him. You are an incredible father, Terzo. I don’t know how many more people you need to hear this from. You are the best father I could ask for for our children. You’re a little… much at times, but you are everything Mena and Dante deserve from a dad. You are nothing like him in the ways where it matters. Why didn’t you bring this up earlier? You promised me no more secrets, Terz. We're in this together."

Terzo tipped forward and buried his head in his hands, “I don’t have a good excuse. I know you’ve been struggling and worried about having two kids and I refused to add more undue stress to your plate. And… I waited too long to bring this up…”

She reached out and rubbed circles on his back, “My sweet idiot. You are nothing like Nihil. The fact that you’re even having these thoughts is asinine.”

Terzo didn’t reply at first. He began to open his mouth and then it felt like there was an elephant’s foot on his chest crushing all the air out, “What if I do treat Dante like how Nihil treated me and Primo and Secondo?”

“Again: you won’t,” Alé replied, completely dismissing the idea, “You’re better than that, Terz. After everything he put you through, you know what to do and what not to do. Look at Mena. I think we’re doing a pretty damn good job with her! A little spoiled, no thanks to you, but I think we’re doing well.”

Terzo smiled up at his wife, sniffling as he carefully dabbed at the black smudging around his eyes, “Time will tell… But I can’t stop thinking about it. Every night before bed. Every morning I wake. When there’s a quiet moment in my office. Every time I'm tucking Mena into bed. What if I become my father?”

“Terzo,” Alessandra scolded, “You will never become Nihil, you care too much. You're a good man. Now stop being a fool and hold your son.”

Terzo sat up and shook his head, “I’m not ready. Not yet.”

Alé disappointedly sat back, holding the newborn baby tightly to her, “I didn’t realize you were this upset about it, Terzo.”

“Eh, the paperwork, the Papa duties shit, chasing Mena around, and courting you all day are pretty good distractions. As I said: I know you had enough to worry about already,” Terzo admitted to his partner. He looked over at his son as his thoughts began to swarm his mind again.

‘I have a son’ kept reverberating in his brain. He couldn’t believe it, after nine long months, he was finally here. And Terzo was able to be there for Alé the entire pregnancy this time around. He was there for all the milestones: every ultrasound, the first hiccups, the first movements, being there to massage out any and every cramp she had, playing him music (Meliora being the first album once they were convinced the unborn child could hear), the midnight cravings, being there to help Alé with her birth plan (a sad waste of time looking back on it now), and especially feeling his son respond and move when he sang to him. Terzo loved every second of it. Their son was worth it all. Dante wriggled against his mother, making tiny huffing noises; unable to fathom how loved he was already.

“I can't believe he's already here,” Terzo murmured, trying to change the subject, he was hypnotized by the small creature, “I’m sorry for dumping this on you… it should be a happy time... and-- I'm sorry, amata.”

Alé smirked, still watching their son with his Emeritus-colored eyes, sleepily looking up at her, “You’ll learn this soon, Dante. Your Papa makes bad choices; just really, really poor choices and he’s a damned fool. I think he's just scared of you overthrowing him. But believe me, he will grow on you after a while.”

Terzo scoffed as he briefly stood from his seat to kiss Alé’s flushed forehead, “You’re something else, dolce.”

“You’re something special, too. You're a good man. You're a great father. Stop doubting yourself; there's a reason I keep you around and let you knock me up," Alessandra teased, trying to lighten the mood, “I think being retired has made you soft. What happened to the arrogant, self-righteous Papa with an ego so large, it could barely fit through the door.”

Terzo stuck his tongue in his cheek and folded his hands behind his head, laid back as much as he could in the plastic seat, “I’ll show you large.”

“There he is,” Alé giggled, shaking her head. She stroked Dante’s cheek, softening her voice, “These kids have no idea how lucky they are to have a role model as compassionate, empathetic, supportive, and courageous as you.”

“Ah, tesoro, you’re making me blush,” Terzo fanned his face, finding himself unable to pull away from her loving gaze, “Thank you for the pep talk.”

“I mean, do you think Nihil was even present for any of your guys being born? Let alone delivering a baby! You’ve already surpassed him in “dad-ing”. None of this would have been possible without you, again, Dr. Papa Emeritus the Third,” Ale cackled, tossing her head back, gently rousing Dante again.

“Okay, circling back to that,” Terzo began ramping up for his spiel with wide eyes, already waving his arms wildly, “We’re choosing a date for you to be induced next time. Because I’m not doing this any more!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry the problem you helped create is inconvenient for you!” Alessandra mocked, still laughing to herself.

“It’s not the birth, it's the fact that you keep having me on the receiving end. You know my track record, Alessandra! I’m going to drop the next one!”

“In the name of Lucifer,” Alé groaned quietly as her laughter ceased, wiping at her eyes, “There is not going to be a ‘next one’.”

Terzo’s well-prepared, crude response was interrupted by a soft knock at the door, “We will follow up on this later.”

"There is nothing to discuss!" Alé scoffed as Terzo sarcastically nodded in agreement as he stood.

Once he reached the entryway, he opened the door to see his two older brothers, and there excitedly hanging onto Zio Secondo was Terzo’s perfect daughter.

“Tesoro! Complimenti, Mena! You’re a big sister!” Terzo cried out, holding out his arms to his daughter; both just as equally excited to see each other. Mena almost threw herself out of Secondo’s hold as she eagerly stretched out her arms to her father.

Secondo handed his niece off into her father’s embrace, “We heard congratulations are in order, eh?”

“She did it again, Alé was an absolute macchina. A whole even 8lbs and a whopping 20.6 inches. Maybe the generational stature curse will skip him!” Terzo teased as he shook his ‘older’ brother's hands while balancing Mena on his hip.

Secondo peered past the dim glow of the room, studying his brother’s face. He looked down on him, momentarily lowering his sunglasses, “Perché stai piangendo?”

Terzo waved him off as he continued to rock his daughter before changing the subject, “I assume you’ve heard where he made his entry?”

“We are aware. Sister Imperator is already there assessing the damage. She’s furious, Terzo. If only you could hear the screeches coming out of her mouth. She’s already roped in as many of the nosy ghouls and siblings loitering around to help facilitate clean-up,” Secondo chuckled, already so proud of his nephew and his excellent choice in timing; already sticking it to Sister. He carefully extracted a wrapped Cuban cigar from the pocket of his onyx suit and handed it to Terzo, “Congratulazioni, fratello.”

“Lo apprezzo molto. Grazie, fratello,” Terzo replied, touched by the gesture before tucking it safely into his breast pocket. Secondo gave him a brotherly pat on the shoulder as he stepped aside for Primo.

“We didn’t want to intrude, but our nipote had been asking nonstop about you two; she is aware her brother has arrived. She’s been insistent on finding her Mama and Papa,” Primo explained from the doorway.

“Thank you for babysitting her, ti devo,” the new father expressed his gratitude as Primo enveloped both him and his daughter into a bear hug. The lingering smell of warm sun beamed off Primo’s button-up shirt, he must have been out gardening when he heard the news. The familiar, comforting aroma lifting a weight off his soul.

“Non c'è di che,” Primo replied softly as he stepped back from the embrace, “Well, we’ve done our parts. We will let you four have your family time, please let us know if you need anything else. We’re here for you.”

“Nonsense!” Terzo insisted, “You are family, too. Let me check with the mama.”

“Only if it’s not intruding,” Secondo reminded him, before shuffling his hands together, “But… we are excited to meet our nephew.”

“You should be, he’s a looker. He’s going to be something special, just like his big sister,” Terzo beamed at his daughter, receiving a shy giggle in return. He held up a finger as he and Mena headed behind the privacy curtain to see Alé and Dante, “Aspetta un po’!”

“Mama!” Mena squealed as soon as she laid eyes on her mother in the bed; noting something bundled and stirring in her arms. She began to try and wiggle herself free from Terzo’s hold to run to Alé’s bedside. Terzo clung onto the toddler and fought her tiny iron fists squeezing out of his arms. They had wanted the meeting of the siblings to be a little more controlled and calm. Terzo was insistent on this. From all the books he had devoured over the past nine months, trying to fully prepare himself this time around, he had some idea what he was doing; surprising even himself.

“Oh, my Mena!” Alé’s eyes began to mist up at the sight of her first born, remembering bringing Mena home for the first time years before, “I’m so happy to see you, I’ve missed you, baby.”

“Missed you, too, Mama,” Mena dittoed. She whined against her father, trying to bend herself backwards out of his arms.

“Mena, aspetta, per favore,” Terzo struggled out, beginning to lose hold over his incredibly strong child, “Alé, amore, are you willing to see ai ragazzi? You don’t have to if you’re not up to it.”

“Of course!” Alessandra warmly welcomed the visitation as she sat herself up and pulled her robe back over her chest and shoulders, regaining a little modesty before receiving her brothers-in-law.

Terzo winked at her as he obviously captured one more mental image of her exposed breasts. Alessandra scoffed in disgust at her partner and rolled her eyes, patting down her hair as he turned away to gather their guests.

“Alright, gentlemen,” Terzo excitedly began, waving them into the nurse’s room, “Let’s go say hello!”

The group headed past the curtain to be met with the glowing vision of Prime Mover Alessandra and her newborn son. The exhaustion was still evident on her beautiful face as she happily greeted her guests. She shifted Dante in her arms to allow the older Emerituses a quick peek. Primo and Secondo cooed afar at the newborn as they seated themselves in the other pair of fold out chairs; letting Mena and her new brother have their moment.

Terzo mentally prepared himself, asking his daughter, “Tesoro, are you ready to meet your fratellino?”

“Yes!” Mena whispered excitedly, desperate to get into her mother’s arms.

Terzo and Mena approached Alé and Dante in the bed as Mena began to take in the view of her new sibling.

“Hi, baby,” Alessandra cooed to her first born. Terzo leaned in to allow Mena to give her a kiss. Alessandra couldn’t believe it seeing her children before her; they had two kids now. Two. She couldn’t comprehend how she had agreed to this again. But she took faith in her husband’s reaffirming words: they’d figure it out and they’d be fine, “Mena, this is your brother, this is Dante.”

The four sat in a brief silence allowing Mena to adjust and take everything in. Terzo hugged Mena a little tighter, drawing her attention to her father, "What do you think, tesoro?”

“He’s hairy,” Mena stared at the newborn intently, taking in all his features.

“He… he is a little hairy… isn’t he?” Terzo hesitantly agreed with his oldest, the books did not prepare him for this scenario, “You too had a lot of hair when you were born, stellina.”

“I remember,” Mena nodded stoically. Terzo and Alé glanced at each other and shared a skeptical, but confused look.

“Eh, right,” Terzo broke the silence, “Do you want to say hello to him, Mena?”

“Ok,” the eldest Emeritus heir nodded slowly; still a little skeptical of the new human nestled in her mother’s arms.

Terzo lowered their daughter onto the bed next to Alé and Dante. Terzo fluffed up a pillow behind her to give her a little extra support. Mena burrowed against her mother, clinging to her arm, but still kept a curious eye on her newborn brother.

“He isn’t scary, I promise,” Alé empathetically whispered to her daughter, “You can get closer to look at him.”

Mena sat up, her small hands still firmly planted on her mother’s arm for security. She peered down at Dante’s face. Alé shifted her arms to move Dante closer to his sibling, he lightly stirred before silently yawning; his eyes still adjusting to his new environment.

“Hi, Dante,” Mena tilted her head, giving her new sibling an unsure, but welcoming smile. Mena cautiously reached a hand out to touch the blanket he was wrapped up in, seeming to relax a little more against her mom. Her little brother tried to focus on her face as she looked down on him. She squinted, inspecting the newborn before whispering for just Alé to hear, “He has my eyes.”

“He does, doesn’t he?” Ale laughed quietly at the innocent revelation, stroking her daughter’s curls, “Don’t you think he looks like Daddy?”

Mena glanced back to observe her father before turning back to her brother, shrugging, “I guess.”

“What do you think, my love? How does it feel to have a little brother so far?” Alé smiled, pressing her lips to her daughter’s crown.

" He's okay…” Mena agreed, taking in her sibling's features before nodding assuredly to herself, "He's gonna be trouble.”

The room erupted in laughter at her statement. Primo gave Terzo a stern, knowing nod, remembering just how much trouble Terzo truly was as a child.

"I'm glad he gets your seal of approval!” Terzo teased smirking at his daughter. Relieved the meeting of the two seemed to be going well.

“Do you want to hold him, Mena?" Alessandra offered.

Mena nodded softly as her mother carefully placed Dante into her tiny, outstretched arms. Terzo's hands waiting on the side of the bed to catch him if Mena lost interest; as he had witnessed her doing with her baby dolls before dropping them to the floor.

“See?" Alessandra began, beaming down at the two humans she created, “Holding a baby isn't that scary, Terzo."

“I don't need your merde," Terzo jokingly muttered in a hushed tone, glowering at her while trying to mask his amusement at her taunts.

“I'm only teasing, my love," Alé winked, wrapping her arm around their daughter and resting her cheek on her head, “Mena, tell your Papa it isn't scary to hold him."

“You held me, why don’t you hold Dante?” Mena innocently asked, not taking her eyes away from Dante’s face. She seemed to be entranced by the baby as she gently held onto his small hand; taking in all of his features and the strange noises he made.

"That's not fair," Terzo chided Alé for using his daughter against him, clenching his jaw through a tense smile. She flashed a wicked smile at him and a wink.

"You haven't held your own son, yet?” Secondo piped up, joining in on the gentle hen-pecking of his younger brother, "Why won't you hold the baby, Terzo? You are scared, aren't you? Might drop him, mani di ricotta?”

"Stai zitto, testa di minchia,” Terzo seethed at his brother, glaring daggers. Primo gently nudged the middle Emeritus brother, breaking up their spat. Primo could read Terzo like a book and this wasn't the right time; his little brother was more tense than usual.

Primo rose from the seating in the infirmary room and made his way silently to his family. He rested a hand on Terzo's shoulder as he peered at the newest arrival.

“You’re doing so well, tesoro,” Primo complimented Mena, “You’re already such a good big sister.”

“Grazie,” Mena grinned up at her beloved uncle before returning to coo at her little brother.

"He truly is the spitting image of you, Terzo. At least from the few pictures your mama had of you when you arrived here,” Primo recollected, softly smiling as he basked in the glow radiating from the family snuggled on the bed.

“Bah, how would you remember that?” Terzo scoffed at his brother, wrapping his arm around him, patting his back. Primo leaned into the sideways hug, returning the embrace.

"You really would be surprised by all that I remember,” he smiled at his younger brother, tapping at his temple. He leaned close and spoke in a hushed, reassuring tone, "Sei dieci volte più padre per loro di quanto lo sia mai stato per noi. Non avere preoccupazioni."

Terzo’s eyes widened as his hand clasped over his heart, “Cazzo stregone. Esci dalla mio mente.”

Primo chuckled as he gave his brother another pat on the back, "I know you fairly well, stronzo. Now get that garbage off your mind and celebrate the arrival of your son.”

“Ave Satanas. Grazie, fratello," Terzo shook his head in disbelief.

“Sí, sí. Go tend to your tua moglie," Primo gestured forward.

Terzo gave his brother's arm a thankful squeeze as he turned his attention back to Alé and their kids. He lowered back down onto the chair, eye-height with Mena, “Tutto bene?”

“Sí!" Mena asserted, “He's very interesting."

Terzo nodded, pretending to understand, “You're telling me he's not too bad to hold, eh?"

Mena nodded vigorously as if she were an expert now, “Oh yes, he's a good baby."

“Alright, Terzo broke the brief silence, clearing his throat. He held his arms out towards his son, “I’m ready for a turn then.”

Notes:

Paziente -- Patience Stronzetto -- Little asshole Complimenti/Congratulazioni -- Congratulations Macchina -- Machine Perché stai piangendo? -- Why were you weeping? Lo apprezzo molto -- I appreciate it Nipote - neice Ti devo -- I owe you Non c'è di che -- Don’t mention it Aspetta un po’ -- Wait a second Ai ragazzi -- the boys Stellina -- little star Mani di ricotta -- butterfingers Testa di minchia -- dickhead Sei dieci volte più padre per loro di quanto lo sia mai stato per noi. Non avere preoccupazioni.-- You are ten times more of a father to them than he ever was to us. Don't have worries. Cazzo stregone. Esci dalla mio mente. -- Fucking witch. Get out of my head. Tua moglie -- Your wife Tutto bene? - All good?

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the-hole-in-terzos-shoe · 2 years ago

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Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of binding, mythical creatures, idk it's mostly pretty sappy

Word Count: 6.8k

It's finally here! For some reason I really hit a wall with the smut and it slowed me down, ALAS I hope you enjoy Miss Reader falling terribly in love with the angel she found in Primo's garden 🥰

Photo credit: @nabizboslugu

You stand nearly frozen, peeking your head out from behind a shrub, frightened as you stare at the massive heap of black feathers curled up in the garden maze. Unable to look away, you watch as the figure shakes with angry tears, punching the ground hard enough to feel like an earthquake. You can't make out much about them, just seeing a shred of pale skin here and there, and that raven black hair... darker even than the dusty black wings.

"H-hello..." you stutter out, not even sure what your own tone meant. The figure stops; facing away from you, they continue their heavy breathing, perhaps trying to calm down. Their wings lower slightly giving you a better look at their profile: short dark hair that fell just above the ears, sharp jawline, and muscular shoulders. They cut their eyes at you, whether to look at you without turning or out of anger you aren't sure.

In what is likely a stupid move, you step out from behind the bush that had been keeping you safe, "Hey... Are you okay?"

The huge black wings curl around the figure in a protective manner, and he turns slightly to you. Still at a distance from him, you can't make out his features perfectly, but he looks handsome despite the scowl, and you catch a twinkle of something in his left eye.

You hold your hands out to him like you would to an injured animal and take a step forward; he immediately recoils. "I- I'm sorry..." you whisper, staggering back to where you started. Tears start to well up in your eyes. 𝘚𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘮𝘣. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴.

You think about turning away to go get help when you hear a raspy, "You're scared, too." You can't tell if it's a statement or a question. You look back up, finally making eye contact, seeing the white eye for certain this time.

"Yes, I am, but I won't hurt you. I just want to help you," you tell him honestly, with as clear a voice as you can muster.

"That's... brave. Talking to a 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 like me." He cringes at the word. "I used to be beautiful..." he utters quietly to himself.

"Don't call yourself that! I mean- it's just- you're not a creature... You're quite lovely," sure enough, this little encounter has you blushing as you step closer to him again. "Is there anything I can do to help you? You're not hurt, are you?" you offer before any awkward silence has a chance to settle in.

"No, no, I am alright. I'm not even sure what I need. It's been a long time since I've been on Earth," he looks at the ground forlornly.

"What exactly does that mean, umm?" You inquire his name, sitting on your knees near him.

"Oh, uhhh, Alessandro," he supplies.

"Alessandro..." you try the name out on your tongue before replying with your own. "So were you somewhere else?"

"Sì, I was. I, uhh-" he looks away from you, like he doesn't want to disappoint you. "You will think I'm pazzo."

You giggle at his Italian, having picked up a little from working in the church, especially around Primo and Secondo. "You're not crazy. The church here that I'm a part of... We believe in some pretty, um, unconventional things. Why do you think I didn't just run screaming in the other direction?"

That pulls a small chuckle from him before he bites his lip, really looking you over for the first time, "You're very lovely, too, cara."

Blushing yet again, you refocus the conversation, "So where were you before you came here?"

"Heaven," Alessandro answers bluntly.

"Heaven? Are- are you?"

"Un angelo caduto? Sì."

"Wow..." With your eyes wide, you have about a million questions you want to ask the man in front of you, but only one comes to mind, "Do you want to go inside?!"

He seems a little taken aback by your question.

"In the church," you gesture towards the towering brick spires of the building overlooking the gardens. "You can stay with us, and Secondo will know just what to do to help you."

"S-Secondo?" he has an outwardly confused look at the name, meaning "second."

"Yes, Papa Secondo and his brother Primo. They'll help you. I've only read about fallen angels before, but rumor has it that they've met some," you had taken on quite an academic tone, happy that your studies had finally paid off.

"Their names are First and Second?" the angel grumbles to himself.

You continue rambling while he is stuck in his thoughts, but he is promptly pulled away from his musings when you place your hands on his cheeks. The intense eye contact shared between you silencing both of you.

"Do you wanna go inside?" You repeat your question in a shy whisper this time.

The thought of going anywhere other than where you were going seems less appealing to the angel. "Sì, I'll go with you." His mismatched eyes continue to search yours until you try to help him stand.

You're certainly met with an eyeful as you're reminded that he is, in fact, naked. "Oh, umm," you mumble, covering your face with your hands like a child, "Here, take this." You use one hand to slip off the veil of your habit off your head.

"Oh... How should I?"

"Just hold it!" you demand, carefully uncovering your eyes to see Alessandro holding your veil in front of his nudity. You quickly help him tie it around his hips, before leading him into the monestary you call home.

• • •

After a quick stop by the Siblings' quarters to drape him in some proper robes, your next stop is Secondo's door. The leader of the ministry was rarely in his office, so you head straight to his suite.

A loud knock on the door is met with "Fuck off!"

Another insistent knock. And another response, "Who is it?! What could possibly be so important?"

The grim man swings the door open, face paint smudged and in a robe. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘚𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳--𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭--𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘥. He opens his mouth to berate you for bothering him, but he stops cold when he sees Alessandro.

They both immediately notice the shared white iris.

"Fratellino?" Secondo whispers to the angel, still in shock. He straightens up, taking in a sharp breath, signature scowl returning to his face, "You must come with me."

"No!" the angel yells, shocking even himself. "Not without her," he declares, grabbing your hand.

"Nonsense. The things we have to discuss... Well, they're bigger than her, frankly." He doesn't mean to be offensive; he's just straightforward--kind of to a fault.

"I don't know you. Why would I go with you? She's gone out of her way to make me welcome here, 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰," he cuts at Secondo. You'd never seen anyone talk to him that way. Papa's eyes widen like he might take the angel's head clean off his shoulders, but he concedes. This issue is bigger than you, after all.

"Fine. The Sorella can come." He huffs before storming off; Alessandro never let go of your hand as you follow Papa, who quickly beats a coded knock on Primo's door before leading you both to some kind of meeting hall.

Sitting in silence at the long table, you squeeze the angel's hand, letting him know everything will be okay.

"What is it, fratello? Is Nihil- Oh," Primo enters, immediately noticing the elephant in the room.

His black wings towering over the back of the ornate chair he sat in, Alessandro asks, "You must be Primo?" Perhaps trying to make a better impression than he had with Secondo.

"Sì, and your name?" The older man extends his arm across the table for a handshake.

"Alessandro."

"Ahh, Alessandro. Nice to meet you, fratellino. And Sorella, good to see you, as well." He cut a questioning look at Secondo.

"Our fallen angel here insisted on bringing her," the antipope gruffly explains.

"Well, it's nice to have a friend, sì? As long as our Sister of Sin can keep a secret?" Primo was always softer than Secondo felt he should be; they balance each other out in this way.

• • •

"You're all fallen angels?!" you blurt out, this being the first time you've spoken the whole meeting.

"Sì, Sorella, what do you think makes Papas special, sets them apart from other humans?" Primo gently explains. "Lucifer chooses the one most likely to dissent from God, just as he did, and places us at the head of his church." Both you and Alessandro feel like your heads are spinning, him because he's just found out why he was cast out of heaven, and you because you feel like you've learned about some secret ancient order.

"Well, with the new Papa sent for us, I suppose we'll need to get him ready for ascension, which is good, because I was getting ready to retire, eh, fratello?" Secondo jokes to Primo.

The angel grabs your hand tightly under the table, overwhelmed. His first day on Earth and now he'll be the leader of some Satanic church?

"Actually, that's perfect," Secondo continues, gesturing to your clasped hands, "La Sorella can help you with your new face paints while Primo and I discuss this with Sister Imperator. Glad you've finally arrived, 𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘻𝘰." The figurehead pats the angel on the shoulder before him and his older brother make their exit.

"I have to have one of those stupid names now?" His eyes are able to search yours for the first time since meeting his brothers.

"Well... I think Terzo sounds much nicer than Primo and Secondo. Rolls off the tongue, nicely." The compliment at least attempts to make him feel better about all this. "I had no idea you would be our next Papa when I brought you in here. I'm sorry if you don't want it-"

"Shhh... Clearly this place means a lot to you, cara mia, and my God didn't care enough to keep me in the place that meant so much to me. Maybe your Dark Lord has a better plan for me, sì? Besides... What did Primo say? It's nice to have a friend." His hands caress yours.

"You shouldn't do this just for me. You should only do it if you want to." It's important you let him know that; you didn't want to clip his wings, so to speak.

"I can't describe it... But I trust in you. Maybe I'm meant to do something great here, sì?" You can't deny the hopeful look in his eyes as he thinks about his future here.

• • •

You sit across from Terzo at his vanity in his new papal suite; it had been prepared for a long time, the brothers had been expecting another fallen angel. It is kind of stuffy in the room since it hadn't been used a lot, but a few open windows help it to feel more fresh.

The angel sits, wringing his hands together staring at the little pans of black and white face paint before him. The thought of covering such a beautiful face... now that's a sin. "I don't know... I think it should be, erm, softer than theirs. It seems they really embraced the scary thing with their looks." You can tell it's a half hearted effort from the man in front of you; he's clearly still having reservations about all this, but you'll do your best to make him feel at home, to make him the best Papa he can be. It feels like a lot of responsibility for one Sister of Sin.

"Okay, so, maybe no teeth like Secondo?" you posit.

"No teeth. And clean lines, unlike Primo."

"What if we give it sharp angles? It'll make you intimidating but not scary."

"Like that?" He points at the stained glass window over the claw footed bathtub. It's an art deco style abstract design; clearly this room was added on after the rest of the abbey, but it's still antique. It makes you wonder how long they've been expecting this new angel, and how old Primo and Secondo actually are...

"Yes, like that! Do you like that?" Your excitement over making a new Papa fights with your concern for how he's feeling.

A small smile cracks on his lips, "Sì, I do like it. I think it looks..."

"Cool?!"

He chuckles at your childlike wonder, "Sì, 'cool,' I suppose. As I said, I trust you, cara mia."

Now, you were no expert artist, and neither was he, but after about an hour of passing the brush back and forth and about a million makeup remover wipes, you had some kind of product.

"What do you think, Ale- Terzo?"

He stops looking in the mirror for a second to give you a playful side eye, "AleTerzo, eh? A new nickname already? I joke, tesoro. You can call me Alessandro if you like, I don't want to lose my old self entirely."

The thought is actually kind of sad, but he's handling it so well.

"What do you think, cara?" His fingertips on your jaw pulling you from your thoughts.

"Alessandro... I think it looks so good," your eyes admire all the hard work you had both put in on his face, "It's totally different from the other Papas, but the dark eyes really bring out your scowl, and the angles on your jaw and hair line certainly bring out your best features... Leaves something to be desired. The other Siblings of Sin are going to freak out when they meet you."

He's happy to be covered in paint so his blush isn't so evident after your tirade of compliments. "There are others like you?" he asks innocently.

"Oh yes, lots! They'll be your biggest fans."

"Fans?"

"You know, like supporters. They'll scream and cheer for you, applauding your name every time you enter the room," you grin at him, already proud of all the things he'll accomplish.

"Oh," he can't help the smile on his face, blush creeping up to his ears. "I shouldn't be so prideful. It's not good to sin."

"This place is all about sin," you urge, grabbing his hands, "Be as prideful as you want, and you'll fit in well here, Papa."

Calling him by his soon-to-be title did nothing but stroke his ego, but he may have also felt some heat gathering in his thighs hearing it come from you.

• • •

The next few weeks were almost a blur, as your days were packed to the brim with preparing Terzo for his new role: fittings for new suits and vestments, of course this was preceded by Secondo teaching his new brother how to bind his wings so no one would know about them, practicing speeches, getting better and better at doing his face paints, learning prayers and rituals. He had to become an expert on Satanism in no time at all, but he constantly reminded you that he would be fine with you at his side; you had sort of become his personal assistant unofficially.

Oh, and the whisperings around the halls of the ministry run rampant. Secondo had already announced his retirement, and Sister Imperator made it known that there was already a new Papa being prepped for ascension.

Ghouls twitch about with excitement, but of course the Siblings can't help but run their mouths.

"What do you think he'll look like? Do you think he'll be hot? Hopefully better looking than Secondo."

"No way, no one could ever be sexier than our Papa Secondo!"

"Maybe he'll have hair..."

That last one made you snort as you passed by the group of chattering friends.

"Well I heard he came from another Abbey! They've been hiding him away for a long time. Maybe we should reach out to see if our extended family knows anything!"

"Oh who cares where he came from? What matters is where he's going, which is hopefully to bed with all of us!!"

They all squealed with giggles at the thought.

However, some of these comments came directed at you with your closest friends knowing something is up:

"You're never on your duties anymore, you get up early, you come to bed late, and you never say a thing about where you are all day!!"

"You've seen him haven't you, the new Papa?!"

"Ohhh I bet she's his new Prime Mover or something! Is he good in bed?!"

"Will you guys shut up?!" you yell at them, hopelessly trying to cover the flush on your cheeks.

"Satanas, it's true! Look at those rosy cheeks!"

"He must be dreamy if he caught your attention, prude!"

Your friend catches an elbow in the side for that one.

"Listen, I can't say anything," you start in your best gossip-y voice, "but perhaps the rumors aren't too far off. Except for that last one about me, that was very off base."

The small Senior Siblings lounge fills with fits of laughter and excited anticipation over this mystery man.

• • •

"Cara, I don't know if I can do this," your new Papa grabs your hand, moments from the metaphorical curtain going up.

"All week you've been so excited about meeting everyone, where did that go?" you coo softly to him, trying to soothe his nerves while picking a piece of lint from his vestments.

He addresses you by name, a serious look in his two-toned eyes, "What if they don't like me?"

"Trust me, Papa, they're going to love you."

You calling that always does something to him, and he pulls you impossibly close to him with an arm around your waist. He lingers on your lips for a moment but thinks better of it, instead leaning his forehead to yours, noses touching, his eyes are the only thing you can see.

"They loved Secondo didn't they? And you know how gruff he can be," you attempt to reassure him again, drawing a breathy laugh from him.

He holds you like that for a while, relishing in the peace you always bring him, "Thank you, amore. I couldn't do any of this without you."

"Oh hush. You're Papa Emeritus III now, you can do anything!"

"But you made me into Papa. Your Papa. Just how you'd like your leader to be."

Pink starts to creep up your neck; you guess he has a point, "I just did what's best for the ministry."

"Maybe you should be Papa then, no?" He giggles at you.

"No no," his flattery getting to your cheeks again, "You were sent for us, remember? That makes you special. I'm just a Sister of Sin, and I'll get lost in the sea of Siblings once you meet all of them..."

"Shh! How could you say that? You will always stand out to me, tesoro," his hand cups the back of your head, feeling your soft hair. You both close your eyes.

"Alessandro..." You can feel his breath on your face.

𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒 𝘒𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘒! "Two minutes!"

The loud bang and Sister Imperator's cold voice pushes you about a mile apart. Terzo looks at you with a wicked grin and giggles like a school girl.

"What?!" you ask pointedly, trying to get your nerves settled, as you smoothe down your habit and veil.

"You are Papa now, see?" he starts snickering as you look in the mirror of his dressing room. Sure enough, there was white paint on your forehead and black at the tip of your nose.

Grabbing a makeup wipe and scrubbing your face, "Satanas! We have got to start setting your face with powder."

Less than a minute later, some ghouls enter the room in their new silver masks to lead Papa out to the chapel's altar. You quickly slip his mitre over his jet black hair, and wish him luck before he exits the room.

Even from the little dressing room behind the stage, you hear the eruption of clapping and shouts. You sit in the room alone for a moment, taking it all in. Likely, you'll go back to your regular duties after this; after all, you'd only been included in the plans because you'd been the one to find him in the garden, and the upper clergy wanted as few people involved as possible.

𝘔𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘥. You take a deep breath and leave the little space, heading to the back of the chapel to watch the new Papa take his reign.

Man, he far exceeds your expectations. He works the crowd beautifully, reaching down to take Siblings' hands, kissing some knuckles here and there, and he takes his time with it. He doesn't rush in, and perhaps that only makes him more alluring. Through his speech and greetings, he is surprisingly charismatic, though you suppose it peeked through in little ways when he was with you.

Among the chatter, you heard Siblings gawking over how hot he is, how they can't wait for their chance to warm his bed, some even saying they might use alone time in the confessional to their advantage. Hiding a laugh, you think 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯. You can only imagine how Alessandro will handle those kinds of comments. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. And there it is: the familiar pang of jealousy in your stomach.

The thought wouldn't leave your mind. Of course everyone else talked about getting into bed with him, but it hadn't crossed your mind about him actually wanting that. You can't help it; you need to leave. Although you're incredibly proud of how far he's come, you don't want to ruin his first night as Papa Emeritus III with this stupid little crush.

• • •

As Terzo enters his rooms, he calls for you, "Cara mia! Tonight was excellent! Did you have a great time?" He leans back on the heavy wooden chamber door and is met with silence. "Piccolina?"

Normally, you always wait for him in his suite after your long days working. Why should today be any different?

He calls out your name, moving into his bedroom, then his bathroom looking for you. His eye catches the stained glass above the tub. "Where is she?" he asks the window as if it would respond.

His mind starts racing, thinking back to when he'd last seen you. It dawns on him that he hadn't seen you at dinner, and he'd been so overwhelmed with the crowd in the chapel that he would hardly remember any of their faces. Was the dressing room really the last time?

Terzo rushes over to the heavy wooden door again swinging it open, but he stops dead in his tracks when he realizes he has no idea where to look for you.

"Hey! Ghoul!" He isn't good with their names yet. "Could you please send for my dear assistant? I can't find her anywhere. Oh, and please bring leftovers from the kitchen, too."

The Ghoul quickly heads off, grateful that the new Papa at least says please when asking something.

• • •

Quickly being carted into Papa's room by a Ghoul had you nervous. 𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮?

Through the door, Terzo comes into view, pacing back and forth across his living space. Suddenly you're made very aware of the fact that you're only in your night gown and robe. "Papa, I'm sorry I'm not in my habit, it just seemed so urgent, and I didn't wanna keep you wait-"

"Shush, il mio bambino," he quiets you, scooping you into a hug, "You know I don't care about those habits. I may make it a rule to get rid of them. I'm just happy you're okay, tesoro." He steps back, looking you over for bruises and scratches as if you were an injured animal, "Where did you go this evening? You weren't at dinner, and you weren't in my room when I got back."

"I, uhh," you start, looking down at the floor, "I wasn't feeling well, so I just went back to my room... Besides..." Your face scrunches up, trying not to tear up. You were going to miss working with him all the time, you'd grown so close over these weeks.

"Besides, what, piccolina?" his face cups your cheek; he longs to look into your eyes again.

"Well, it's... it's not really my place to wait in your chambers anymore. I'm sure they'll be assigning you a new assistant soon. A real one who knows what they're doing."

"Tesoro, who ever said a word about getting a new assistant?" he demands, picking your chin up with his index finger.

"No one. It's just the way things are around here. People get assigned to jobs or committees when they're needed, then reassigned when the job is done. Now that everyone knows you're Papa, you don't need me anymore." Tears threaten to spill down your cheeks, but Terzo is quick to wipe them away, snatching off his white cotton glove to do the trick.

"How many times must I tell you, amore, I'm stronger with you by my side?" The look he bores into you is almost too much to take, but it means he's serious. "I'm Papa now, so you stay where I choose."

Clearly understanding the power of his new position, he holds you close, letting you know you won't go anywhere if you don't want to.

"Thank you, Alessandro," your voice comes muffled from where you held your head against his chest, the thump of his heart calming you down.

"Please, tesoro, come sit. You need to eat."

You peek over his shoulder at the spread on the little coffee table by the couch.

You sniffle a little before apologizing, "I'm sorry I missed your first dinner as Papa."

"Nonsense, we have dinner now, and I'm still Papa!" His goofy tone made you laugh as you relaxed into the plush furniture. "Please, eat. I must get out of these clothes." His words left no room for argument, but you did like the thought of him getting out of his clothes... Besides, you knew exactly what that looked like from your first meeting. You fight the heat coming to your face by stuffing your mouth with food, and Satanas, it's so good; you're so grateful Terzo thought to have this brought up for you.

You had probably taken down half the plate by the time he saunters back into the room, papal robes discarded, wearing nothing but a pair of silk pajama pants hanging low on his hips; even the paint is gone.

"Excuse my appearance, cara, my wings couldn't take the binding anymore," he explains, getting comfortable next to you on the couch, "and my skin can hardly take anymore of that paint!"

You both share a laugh, before you remind him, "Secondo says you'll get used to it, give it some time, pretty boy." Your eyes stray from his face, carefully observing the tone of his muscles and the dusting of dark hair across his chest, leading south to-

"So you think I'm pretty, eh?"

"It's just a saying," you mumble, trying to brush him off.

"Ah, but you said it, no?" His argument barely makes sense, but he still has a smug grin on his face. "I think you are pretty, amore mio, così bella..." His eyes are practically burning into your soul as he pesters you. "At least I can be honest about it," he tuts his tongue at you.

"Fine!! You're pretty! Are you happy now?!" you nearly explode at him.

Cheekily, he leans over, laying his head in your lap and looking up at you. It was a miracle you didn't take a wing to the face. "Sì."

"𝘚𝘪," you mimic him, sticking your tongue out.

"Ahhh, la ragazza dà la lingua ora, sì?" (Ahhh, the girl gives tongue now, yes?) He bites his lip, which definitely draws your attention to them.

"Non a ragazzini stupidi, no," you fire back. (Not to stupid little boys, no.)

"Bella mia..." the surprise and excitement in Alessandro's eyes is undeniable, "tu parli italiano?" (You speak Italian?)

"Un po', sì." (A little, yes.)

"Mmm, dovrò vedere cos'altro può fare quella lingua," he jabs at you, sitting up in front of you, one eyebrow quirked up. (Mmm, I'll have to see what else that tongue can do.)

There's a notable silence as you flush a deep red color at that remark. For the second time that night, your faces are only centimeters from one another, and Terzo doesn't intend to miss his chance this time. Gently, his fingers curl into the locks of hair just behind your ears, tilting your head back ever-so-slightly before closing the space between your lips, his nose nuzzling against yours.

Your eyes flutter closed, and your hands nervously fumble for his skinny little waist. The kiss is soft and sweet, but it sparks a fire between you.

Taking your time, your hands slide up the slope of his back, nimble fingers making contact with the base of his wings. His breath hitches in his throat as your angel pulls off of you, not going very far though.

"I'm sorry, Alessandro..." your apology is whispered.

"No, bella, is okay. Continua così," he pants out, his lips soon back on yours.

With a delicate touch, your hands explore his wings once again, the dusty black feathers soft but strong beneath your digits. It seems like Terzo staves off a moan as he moves to straddle your lap, warm hands returning to your face.

One of your hands continues gliding itself across the massive appendages cocooning you both while the other threads itself in the short black hair at the nape of his neck. Curling your fingers tightly in his locks earns a whimper from the man on top of you; it sounds needy and has that fire in you moving toward your core.

Finally, after making him wait so patiently, you open your hot mouth to him, letting him know 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 what your tongue can do. As the raven haired man presses himself closer against you, you find his desire has already manifested itself as his cock stands at attention in the loose silk pants, pressed between your bellies. He wraps his arms around your shoulders, needing to feel as close to you as possible, even digging his nails into your skin a bit as he works your robe off your shoulders.

It was only when you both could no longer breath that Alessandro broke the kiss, opting instead to attack your neck with his open-mouthed lust. Immediately drawing a sigh from you, your grip on his hair tightens. Unable to take your lust-blown eyes off the beautiful feathers your fingers tangled in, it took one word falling off your lips to make your new antipope come undone, "...Papa..."

In a snap, Terzo had you pulled up off the couch and already walking you backwards to his bedroom. Your knees hit the back of the bed, but before you can fall, soft fingertips slide the thin straps of your gown down your form, leaving you bare in front of him. "Bellissima..."

You lean up, kissing him slowly but kind of sloppy. Pressing your hands to his chest, your mouth starts it's descent, leaving hot open mouthed kisses and love bites trailing down from his jaw, his neck, his shoulder, following his happy trail until your warm breath traces over the waistband of his tented pajamas. Your knees form depressions in the lush carpet, while your fingernails drag at the silk separating you from him. He looks down at you with so much anticipation, hand cupping in your hair, as you start to palm him through the thin fabric.

Seeing your face nuzzle up against his sex drags a groan from him, a small wet spot forming at his tip. Freeing his erection at last, your mouth quickly envelops him, tongue swirling around the tip before taking it as deep as you can while your hand works the base of his shaft. Terzo huffs out a breath, wings really showcasing how much he relaxed at the sensation. He fights the compulsion to move his hips, although the warm wet of your mouth feels so divine on him.

"I finally see why Satan rewards sin so fruitfully, Sorella..." That phrase really made it sound like he'd embraced his role as Papa. "I may see stars if you don't stop."

With that, you leave him with a lewd pop, a harsh juxtaposition to his poetic words. The pad of his thumb wipes the saliva from your swollen lips, and he pulls you to your feet and into a fiery kiss, tasting a hint of himself on you. Another groan flutters from his vocal chords when you feel feathers pressings against your curves. Wings caress you carefully, almost protectively, as the soft plumes tickle your nude form.

Unfortunately their warmth leaves you, but it's quickly replaced by Terzo hooking your knee over his hip so he can walk you back onto the soft bed. Soon as your head hits the pillow, your lover finds his place beside you, hands exploring the folds he so desperately wanted to familiarize himself with. As his middle finger softly flicks over your clit, it elicits a jolt from your muscles, and Alessandro delights in bringing you such pleasure.

Your arms wind around his neck, hands finding themselves in his soft hair once again, while his fingers tease at your entrance, sliding a digit in only a knuckle deep. Your wanton moan lets him know you need more, and he obliges, diving his finger in to the hilt. Before long, he's adding another one; he just can't help but want to pull more of those beautiful sounds from you. His roaming eyes stop on yours and you end up locked in a heated make out, muffling your whines and moans against him.

Already wanting more, your hand trails down his form, lightly scratching at his neck, his chest, his abdomen, before fingers hungrily grasp his hard length. Now it's his turn to moan. He hadn't realized how neglected that area was until you start pumping your hand lazily up and down, up and down.

You could almost stay happy like that, masturbating one another, but you both know it won't suffice. Another moment lingers until Terzo is pushing your knees apart, making room to reside between your legs.

Now on top of you, lips hardly ever leaving you, you're both gasping as he grinds his sex against yours. Noticing the black cocoon of feathers around you once again, you reach out for them, brushing your fingers through some individual blades. It causes the man above you to furrow his brows with his jaw dropping open and eyes nearly rolling back.

"Please, amore," he begs, head falling right next to your ear, "let me make love to you."

Feeling him fill you earns him probably the neediest moan that's ever left you; it just feels so good, his hardness pressing against your walls so deliciously. You want him so badly you don't even want time to adjust, simply urging him on with a heel pressed to his lower back.

Intimacy had never felt so... intimate before. With one of his hands laced with yours, and the other cradling your head, never letting it hit the pillow, you'd never felt so close to someone, so vulnerable yet so cared for. It's as if he's locked in a trance worshipping you.

His lips trace the softest kisses across your collarbone, heightening you sensitivity there, before nipping lightly with his teeth. It causes your legs to tighten around his waist, only motivating him to move his hips against you with more fervor. Your free hand scratches at his back, holding a death grip at the base of his wing when the tip of his cock drags across that sweet spot inside you.

"Hell... Sweet Satanas, Alessandro, again!" He kind of likes being ordered around by you, so he quickly indulges you, bending one of your legs at a sharper angle, allowing him to find that spot with every thrust. You simply can't stop the near screams that come from you as he seeks to pleasure you in every way he can.

It takes no time for your release to creep up on you, "Oh, oh, Ale- I'm!"

Your toes curl and your thighs twitch, while you bite back the sound of your climax. This won't do for the man above you; his hand finds your jaw and gently urges your mouth open, wanting to hear you. And he's rewarded with a stream of whimpers and whines and his name falling off your lips. That combined with your nails scratching at his wing is all it takes for him to follow you over the edge, himself also letting out a few very needy sounds as he fills you with his seed.

His muscles practically give out on top of you, and he lets all his weight rest on you, enjoying the last few moments of bliss before he has to leave that tight, wet heat that feels so good around him. He eventually does pull out, but not without a kiss to distract you.

Rolling off of you, he pulls you onto your side to face him, not wanting to let you go very far at all. "Stay with me, sì?"

"I don't know... I don't have any clothes here." You want to stay, but you're worried you'll get in trouble.

"No no, piccolina, you will stay the night; this is not negotiable. I ask if you will stay by my side? Be my 'assisstant' or whatever silly title I must give you so I may see you every day?"

"If that's what you want, you're Papa after all," your rub your thumb across his cheek, taking in his beautiful mismatched eyes.

"Sì, I am Papa, but is this what 𝘺𝘰𝘶 want, stellina?"

You think about it, really considering the gravity of what he's asking but not really saying. Of course you want it.

"Yes, Papa, I want to see you every day," you nuzzle your nose against his.

"No no, call me Ale like when you cum," he giggles at you, really liking the accidental nickname.

You attempt to hide your blush by burying your face in the crook of his neck, "Yes, Ale, I want to see you every day... Is that better?"

"Perfetto."

You both fell asleep cradled in each other's warmth with one black wing draped across you.

• • •

Your eyes crack open suddenly with the realization you aren't in your quarters. Sitting up and rubbing your face, you look at the clock. 𝘜𝘨𝘩, 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. Carefully and quietly, you move Terzo's arm from around your waist and slide out of bed. You grab the robe he had hooked on his bathroom door, bundling up in it, although it wasn't much compared to his warmth.

The soft orange of the sky catches your attention. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦? As the golden hour spilled in the large windows, the amber glow of the sun caught the angel's sleeping form so beautifully. Aside from the gentle rise and fall of his chest, he could've been a Renaissance marble sculpture with the way his hair hung over his eyes and the sheet clung to him, draped in all the right places.

Taking in a deep breath and attempting to open his eyes before squeezing them shut again at the bright sun coming up, he just groans and waves at you to come back to bed. He purrs in delight when he feels your weight on the soft mattress, pulling you right back to the spot you'd fallen asleep in.

"Don't ever leave me again," he mumbles with a small smile on his face as he nuzzles his forehead into your shoulder.

"You're so dramatic, you know that?" you whisper in his ear.

"Me? No... It is you who ran off last night, no?" He knew he had you with that one.

"Oh shut up," you try to act mad.

He tuts his tongue at you, "That's no way to speak to your Papa, now is it? Especially your Papa who loves you so much?"

"Ale, you- you?" You can't even repeat it.

"Sì, amore," he kisses you on the forehead, "Ti amo. And I will tell you this every morning you wake up in my arms."

"I love you, too," you declare to him.

You're met with a series of soft kisses that feel suspiciously like the way all of this got started last night. Who knows what you're in for with this angel you found in the garden? All you know is that you wouldn't miss out on it for anything.

#ahhhhh i hope you love it ❤️#i already have more things planned!!!!!#ghesties i have so much brainrot for these Papas #and you get to reap all the benefits!!!!!!#the band ghost #ghost band #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa 3 #papa terzo #fallen angel #secondo #papa primo #they're in this #au #fanfic #oneshot

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Love Trope February! Mafia AU! Copia x TransMale! Reader

Copia had taken over the Emeritus family ‘business’ after his brothers were killed. He has been running the family for the last 5 years, his ‘ghouls’ aka his lackeys, have been his only real friends since he took the position until he met (Y/N), who just so happens to be the child of an enemy family, the (L/N)’s. They had run into each other in a bar and ended up hooking up, blowing off steam if you will, and they didn’t realize just who the other was until they sobered up and (Y/N) noticed Copia’s signature white eye and Copia saw the signature white streak that is known for (L/N)’s. Even though they should hate each other, they continue to run into each other and hook up, and eventually form a relationship. But when Seestor tells Copia that she has arranged for him to marry the daughter of a ally family. He is distraught, running out of the mansion and to (Y/N)’s apartment, where he seeks comfort from his partner. What happens after?

Hello before anything SMUT WARNING

The lovely @artfulapple5536 requested this pairing from me and I hope I fulfilled your request!

TransMale Reader, as seen in the title, his clit is referred to as his clit, but he has a cunt. And what I mean when I said let alone a man, even if he was trans, was that even though it is possible for YN to have kids, Sister would rather Copia have a wife because this isn't the Satanic church this is the mafia babes.

Anyways I'm sorry the ending sucks. It's currently 3:30 am and i have work in the morning hehe, please end me ;-;

-Love Whiskey

“You are to marry Silvia Horan by the end of the year, and that is final, Allessandro Copia!” Sister yells, slamming her computer closed as she glares at her son. They had been arguing over the news she had just dropped onto him. She expected Copia to marry Silvia, the daughter of a family they had been close to for many generations, “To bring the families together!” as Nihil had excitedly put it. Copia was understandably against the idea, 1. Because he never wanted an arranged marriage, he wanted to marry for love, 2. He knew Silvia; while she was a sweet girl, he knew she didn’t care for him more than a brother, and she had a boyfriend that she had been secret for years, and 3. He was in love with someone else.

(Y/N) (L/N), the son of the rival (L/N) family, someone he never imagined he’d meet, let alone come to love. Yes, the way they had met was ironic, but he had truly come to love the smaller man; his (E/C) that he loved to gaze into, the white streaks that filtered through his (H/C) hair he would run his fingers through when they were relaxing together, his (S/T) skin that he loved to suck hickies into, the calloused yet soft hands that made him shiver just imagining, and so many other things. Sister would never approve of her son marrying a (L/N), let alone a man, even if he was trans and wanted to have kids, “Yes, Mother,” Copia mutters, “May I please leave?” he asks, looking up at the powerful woman with a disdainful glare.

“Yes, you may. We are hosting a dinner with the Horans tomorrow night. Please do not go out and get drunk tonight, Alessandro. We need you to be presentable.” Sister says, reopening her laptop and typing away at the device, probably emailing Silvia’s father of how she had informed Copia of the news. “Yes, Mother,” he says, standing and dusting off his suit pants before turning and leaving the lavish office. Dew and Aether were leaning against the opposite wall, seeming to have been in the middle of a conversation, when Copia emerged. The small male looks over at the Papa, a smirk visible through the mouth hole of his mask, “Hey boss, sounds like you got amazing news in there. Care to share with the class?” Dew asks; Aether gives his partner a look, “Sorry, boss, are you okay?” he asks, a concerned look in his brown eyes. Copia sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose against the oncoming headache, “Yes.. I’m fine, let’s go to my room. I’ll tell you more in there.” he says, “I need a drink” The two ghouls nod and follow after the older man.

Opening the door to his private rooms, Copia is met with the sight of Mountain and Swiss lounging on the couch, sharing a joint; the girls sprawled out on his bed, gossiping about something that Cirrus and Sunshine had overheard in the halls. Rain sat, legs elegantly crossed over his knee, reading a book that Copia noticed was the one he had recommended to the lanky male. All of his bodyguards were maskless, something he allowed them to be when in the privacy of his room since no one would dare to enter without the Papa’s permission, minus the maids and staff, of course, but they only came when they knew the room would be empty after one maid had walked in on the Papa and his ghouls amidst an orgy.

“Hey, boss, how’d the meeting with Seestor go?” Swiss giggles, now layed across Mountain’s lap as he tries to put out the joint in the ashtray on the side table. The taller male rolls his eyes, grabbing the joint from him and tapping it out. “You know Sister hates when you call her that Swiss. You’re gonna end up getting punished again.” Rain says, not looking up from his book, “Oh hush, Rainy, she’s not here now.” Swiss whines, stretching out across the couch even more, grunting when Dew suddenly launches himself on the Multi-talented males’ lap after he tossed his mask onto a table. “Sister has arranged for me to marry Silvia Horan,” Copia says, hands clenched at his sides.

The room goes silent, the girls whip around and gape at their boss, Rain slowly closes his book and sets it aside, and the other men all stare at Copia in disbelief, “Bu..but what about (Y/N)?’ Sunshine asks, crawling to kneel at the end of the bed, head tilted. Copia sighs, “Sister would never approve of the match, he’s a (L/N), and our family has been enemies with them for years. Plus, she’d never let me marry a man..” he says, disdain and sadness lacing his voice. “I thought she had said that you can marry whoever you want as long as you can produce an heir?” Aether asks, arms crossing over his broad chest, mask now on a table. “That was the original plan, but apparently, I was taking too long, and she decided to ‘move things along’ for me.” Copia growls, the conversation playing on repeat in his mind.

Sister had called him into her office for a meeting, thinking it was a simple meeting about the dinner the next day. Copia had come in and happily sat down, plans to head over and spend the night at (Y/N) ’s afterward already set, so he was in a good mood. They had started with simple small talk until Sister suddenly dropped the bomb. Copia to wed Silvia this winter; her father had offered her hand and even to pay for almost the entire wedding, “You both are getting older. You need to settle down and produce an heir before it’s too late. You don’t want to end up like your brother’s right?” she had said with a sickly sweet smile. This sent them spiraling into an argument. Copia yelled at her about how she had promised he could marry who he wanted as she screamed that she was doing this for his own good.

“That’s fucked up. You’re supposed to be the boss, the big man?! How can she decide something like this for you?” Dew demands, teeth gritted in anger. “While I am the head of the family and usually make the final decisions, my Mother is still the real head of me. She makes arrangements to help further the family’s wealth and status,” Copia says bitterly. Cumulus frowns, getting up from the bed and coming over to her boss, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug, “I’m sorry, Copia.” she whispers. The male sighs. The smallest of his guards always gave the warmest hugs and was more motherly to him than Sister had ever been, wrapping his arms around and returning the hug, leaning his cheek against her soft curls. “Thank you, Cumulus.” he whispers back, she looks up at him with a sweet smile, but then it dips down into a frown, “How are you going to tell (Y/N)?” she asks.

Copia lets out a groan, “I have no fucking clue…I hope he isn’t mad about it.” he says. Cumulus pulls away and pats his cheek, “I’m sure he won’t be. He is always so understanding. He knows how the family business is.” she reassures him as Cirrus comes over, patting Copia’s shoulder, “Lussy’s right, (Y/N) always understands.” she agrees. Suddenly there is a loud growl from across the room, the three turns to where Dew is standing, clearly seething, “This is fucking bullshit! Who cares if you’re not married?! Having a bunch of cum pets isn’t gonna change anything!” he yells, kicking the edge of the couch. “Dew, I need an heir to carry the family name; that’s what this entire thing is about. They want me to be married so I can have a legitimate heir.” Copia explains, approaching the hot-headed man, “And why the hell can’t (Y/N) do it? He’s still got a pussy and those operators, or whatever they are called!” he yells.

Copia frowns. The ghouls had joined him and his partner a few times in threesomes and even a few orgies, “Dewdrop, drop it. I would appreciate it if you didn’t discuss my partner like that. Plus, like I said, Sister would never approve because of his family. (Y/N)’ s father and uncle are the ones who assassinated Primo and Secondo!” he hisses. Dew freezes. If it was possible, it almost looks like his ears drop in guilt, “I’m sorry, boss… I’m just pissed for you; why do you have to be forced into a marriage with someone you don’t love when you have a perfectly good partner.” Dew says softly as he sinks back onto the couch.

Letting out what feels to be the 100th sigh since he left Imperator’s office, he walks over to the couch and places a comforting hand on the smaller male's shoulder, “I know, Dew, just..today has taken a turn for the worse.” he says, squeezing light and offering a smile. Dew looks at him before leaning into the hand on his shoulder with what feels like a purr. His group of guards are almost cat-like in their affection and fight like demons despite being human. There’s a reason nobody seems to try to attack the Emeritus’. When Primo, Secondo, and Terzo had been attacked, their ghouls had immediately launched at the assaulters and damn near tore them to pieces. All that was left to identify them was their fingerprints and dental records.

“Hey, boss, remember that plan I told you about when you first got with (Y/N)..” Swiss interjects, tapping Copia’s shoulder, “What plan?” the Papa asks, eyebrow raised. Swiss gives his signature grin, “The one where we bust you out of here, and you two run off into the sunset, of course, with your faithful posse behind you.” he says. “I don’t recall this. Care to explain?” Copia asks, crossing his arms over his chest, all of the other ghouls leaning in as Swiss gives his elaborate “plan.” He apparently has family down in the Caribbean that would be willing to help them escape from their respected families, and he also apparently has contacts who could help them leave the country without being noticed. “Wow, I definitely would’ve remembered that. Sadly, my sweet Swiss, that simply wouldn’t work.” Copia says, patting the male on his head.

Swiss pouts and crosses his arms, leaning back into Mountain, who had silently sat the entire time. “I have a better idea,” he offers. Copia turns to look at his tallest guard, “What is it, Mountain?” The large male shuffles slightly, drawing Swiss into his lap, so he doesn’t have to deal with his squirming anymore, “Tomorrow’s dinner is a masquerade, correct?” he says. Copia nods, “Bring (Y/N), we’ll bring Sister into an area where she can’t call her guards in, aka Dew and Aether take them out of commission for a while, and you explain that you’re going to marry (Y/N) or you’re leaving. Simple as that, if she refuses, we go into hiding until she gives in. I have my own contacts that know how to make people disappear.” Mountain says, a sly smirk on his face. Copia stares at his typically stoic guard, impressed by the plan. “That..might just work, Mounty, thank you,” he says, an offended hey comes from Swiss but is shut up with Mountain pressed his large hand over his mouth and presses a kiss to the top of his head, nodding at his boss with a grin as he holds the writhing male.

“Alright, I think it is time for me to head over to my beloved's home. I said I’d be there after the meeting. Copia says, slipping off his suit jacket in favor of a simple jacket that he wears whenever visiting his lover. “I’ll drive.” Rain offers, standing from his chair, Mountain, Aether, and Cirrus standing from their respective spots to follow. They tend to accompany their boss whenever he visits (Y/N). “Amazing, let’s get going. I am excited to see my amore.” Copia chirps, leading the way out of the room and down the garage.

(Y/N)’ s apartment was about half an hour from the mansion. He had chosen to live away from his own family’s mansion since he had gotten tired of his mother forcing him into feminine clothing; his oldest brother paid for the expenses, he had always been supportive of his brother’s decisions and understood his desire to get away from his mother, though (Y/N) still had a job at a local cafe, so he didn’t completely depend on his family’s money. Copia loved his quaint 1 bedroom, 1 bath in comparison to the vast estate he had grown up in. It felt homier than his house ever did. His ghouls, of course, stay in the car in order to stay inconspicuous, along with the fact none of them were exactly in the mood to watch their boss have sex with his boyfriend. “I imagine that you’re staying the night, so please just let us know when you’re done so we can come up,” Cirrus says.

(Y/N), of course, welcomed Copia’s ‘ghouls’ into his apartment, even though it was a little cramped, simply because 1. He didn’t want them to have to stay in a car all night, he had gotten mad at Copia when it happened the first and only time, and 2. He loves having the guards around because he loves them. The Papa nods, “Yes, yes. Feel free to take my card and get some food or go shopping or whatever while you wait. If I don’t message by the time you’re tired, just come up, we won’t mind.” Copia says, winking at the female who rolls her eye, though she snatches the offered credit card from her boss with a smirk. “Have fun, boss~” Aether teases from the backseat.

Copia quickly exits the car and enters the apartment building, rides the elevator up to the 4th floor, and makes his way down the hallway to the correct door. Knocking lightly, there is a moment of silence before there is a clatter, and the door suddenly swings open. (Y/N) stands in the doorway wearing only a t-shirt and a pair of boxers, holding a pistol that he quickly drops when he realizes it’s his boyfriend. “Alle!” he cries, jumping into Copia’s arms, who chuckles and hugs him back tightly, nuzzling his nose into his lover’s slightly damp hair. “Hello mia amore, I’m sorry it took me so long, Sister talked forever.” he apologizes as he sets (Y/N) back on the floor and follows him inside, not exactly lying but not wanting to worry his love just yet, “She always seems too.” (Y/N) chuckles, closing and locking the door behind them.

Before the taller male can even get his jacket off, the smaller yanks him into a dirty kiss, one filled with tongue and teeth. Smirking against his lover’s lips, backing the smaller man against a wall, the Papa shoves his thigh between the (Y/N) ’s, earning a whimper as he feels just how damp his boxers have already become. Stripping his jacket from his shoulders, then yanked the oversized shirt over his lover’s head, only breaking the kiss long enough for the fabric to be pulled off. (Y/N) whines into Copia’s mouth, grinding down on the thick thigh while the mob boss separates from the kiss to instead make his way down the (S/T) throat, leaving dark hickies in his wake. “Co..couch or bedroom? (Y/N) moans out, gripping his boyfriend’s shoulders and tilting his head back to give him more access.

Sucking one final mark, Copia lifts (Y/N) off the floor and wraps his legs around his waist, carrying the smaller man into the bedroom. Laying him down on the bed, Copia kisses his way down his lover’s chest, making sure to give some attention to his sensitive nipples ad pressing a kiss to the arching scars under his pecs before continuing down to his target. Grinning up at (Y/N) ’s bright red face as he kneels between his spread legs, the smaller male is panting and biting his lip before licking a hot strip up his clothed slit.

(Y/N) moans, hands coming to tangle into grey-streaked brown hair as Copia continues to tease him through his boxers, soaking the material with both slick and saliva. “Pl..please! I need you, baby, need your mouth on me, please.” (Y/N) begs, tugging lightly at the strands. Smirking at how needy his lover already is, “Already so desperate for me, how long have you been waiting, hmm?” he teases, rubbing his fingers against the soaked spot. The smaller male arches his back and whines, “Al..all day! Waited for you to get here, didn’t touch myself because it doesn’t feel as good as you!” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking his hips.

Holding back a groan at the desperate words, Copia pulls down the last barrier between him and his lover’s now dripping slit. But he can’t hold back the noise he makes when he finally sees his lover's soaked cunt, his little cock standing at full attention and twitching with every beat of his erratic heart. “Fuck mio amore, you’re dripping!” Copia moans, earning a whine of embarrassment from (Y/N) that quickly turns into a choked whine as the taller male wraps his lips around the sensitive nub, suckling and tracing circles around the small tip as he slips 2 fingers into his lover’s hole. The younger man is quickly overwhelmed, the testosterone he had been taking made his cock incredibly sensitive, and the way Copia was assaulting it with his mouth was almost too much for him to handle, along with the drag of his fingers inside his clenching cunt.

“Fu..fuck!” (Y/N) moans, clenching his fingers tightly into Copia’s hair, which just spurs him into sucking harder, flicking his tongue at the same pace as his fingers. The tight warmth was quickly spreading through the smaller’s stomach, toes curling against the bed, “Go..gonna cum so..soon, fuck it’s too much!” he cries, hips bucking slightly against Copia’s mouth, grinding his wetness into his chin. Smirking around the cock in his mouth, the older male slips a third finger in before closing his lips tightly around the sensitive nub and sucking as hard as he can, making sure to twirl his tongue around the tip.

(Y/N)’ s vision goes white, his eyes roll back, and he is nearly screaming as he cums hard, slick gushing around the pumping fingers, thighs closing in hard around his partner’s head as he works him through his orgasm. Finally relenting once he feels (Y/N) ’s thighs twitching harshly around his head, Copia withdraws his fingers slowly before sucking them into his mouth, moaning at the taste. “My Satan, my sweet, you always taste so lovely. Could stay buried between those thighs for hours.” he groans, winking at his partner. The smaller whines, and his hips buck slightly at the thought, but for now, Copia has other plans. He stands, quickly unbuckling his belt and shucking his pants off, before he is once again leaning over the younger man. Pressing their lips together, (Y/N) moans at the taste of himself on the other’s tongue, Copia lines his aching cock up with the drenched hole and sinks in.

Both men moan loudly; Copia at the tight, hot wetness that now surrounds his cock and (Y/N) with how full he feels, along with the fact the head is brushing directly against his g-spot. Panting into his lover’s mouth, the mob boss slowly pulls out before sinking back in, setting a slow pace that slowly grows faster. They cling to each other; (Y/N) ’s legs wrapped tightly around his hips and arms around his neck, Copia’s arms around his waist. Their lips move lazily against each other, moreso just breathing into each other as the taller fucks into his lover.

Loud moans and whines fill the room, along with obscene squelching noises from just how wet (Y/N) is, Copia can feel the slick dripping down his balls as they slap into his cunt. “You feel so amazing, Tesoro, so tight and warm, so fucking wet!” he groans, earning an embarrassed whine from his lover, “Fuck, baby! Right there, right there! Fucking shit!” (Y/N) cries, back arching as the pleasure overtakes his senses. Feeling him clench even harder around him makes the knot in Copia’s belly tighten even further. He can feel his balls tightening as his orgasm builds, “Go..gonna fill this pretty cunt up with my cum, wanna feel you cum with me, can you do that for me mio amore?” Copia pants, reaching down to rub (Y/N) ’s cock. All the smaller male can do is nod spastically and moan, letting out a high-pitched squeak at the sudden feeling of fingers on his sensitive nub.

It doesn’t take long for them both to cum. Copia falls over the edge first, hips stuttering as he cums deep inside his lover. The feeling of the hot cum being spilled inside them, along with one last hard stroke to his cock has (Y/N) ’s back arching as he cries out Copia’s name. Clenching down hard on the cock inside him as he cums, trembling violently and clinging tighter to his partner. Slowly withdrawing from the wet head, making (Y/N) wince due to how sensitive he is, Copia carefully helps his lover further onto the bed. Kissing his forehead before stumbling out of the room to grab a washcloth and some water for both of them, returning a minute later to find his partner carefully pushing the cum back into themselves despite whimpering from oversensitivity.

Smirking at the sight, “Such a good boy, pushing my cum back into you. Don’t wanna waste a drop, do you, my little cumslut?” Copia teases, sitting on the bed and handing (Y/N) the water, who just sleepily smiles at him, “Can’t let that previous Papa juice leak everywhere.” he giggles. The statement makes Copia choke on the water he had just drunk, sputtering it out, making (Y/N) laugh harder, patting his back. “You okay, love?” he asks, smirking while knowing the answer, “Yes, just please warn me before you say such things amore! I am an old man. I might have a heart attack.” Copia cries, and the smaller man rolls his eyes, “You’re not old, Alle. You’re only 43.” he states, drinking some of the water. “Fine, but I am still not as young as I used to be.” he retorts, gently wiping the little bit of cum that had begun to ooze out.

The pair finish cleaning up before snuggling on the bed, (Y/N) curled up on Copia’s chest. Sighing, knowing he has to break the news, “Amore?” he whispers quietly, earning a hum, “About the meeting with Sister…she has arranged a marriage with Silvia Horan and me.” he says. He feels the male on his chest tense before he sits up, staring at him with a hurt look, “What the fuck do you mean, arranged a marriage?” he spits, anger taking over. “(Y/N), amore, before you get more upset, please listen to me.” he begs, grabbing their hands in his, pleading green and white staring into hard (E/C), “Sister arranges this against my will, neither Silvia nor I wish for this, she has a lover of her own that she loves very much.” he explains, “But I do have a plan, well Mountain came up with it.”

(Y/N) stares at him, all of the thoughts rushing through his mind, he is hurt, but he knows that Copia would never agree to such a thing. The plan also intrigued him, “Well, go on.” he says. Copia sighs, “Tomorrow night, we are having a masquerade dinner; you are going to come with me, I have an extra ghoul mask that you can wear, and we’re going to tell my mother whether she agrees to call off the wedding, or we leave. Simple as that. I don’t care if I have to leave my family behind, my brothers are gone, and you know how I feel about my mother…I love you (Y/N) (L/N), I don’t care if our families have had this rivalry for decades. You are the one I want.” Copia states, pressing a gentle kiss to their hands.

The confession makes (Y/N) ’s eyes water, and no one has ever said anything like that to them before, so heartfelt and pure, it makes his heart twist and pound. “That…plan sounds wonderful. I’m confident it’ll work.” he says slowly before looking into those mismatched eyes he had fallen in love with, “I love you too, Allessandro Copia Emeritus. You are the one that I have dreamed of for years.” he says, letting go of Copia’s hand to reach up and cup his cheek as the tears fall. Laughing as he hiccups a sob, the older male smiles a dorky smile and tackles them in a hug, pressing kisses all over their face, kissing away the tears that were slowly falling.

That next day, they execute the plan, Sister is brought away in a far-off corridor, unknowingly guarded by Mountain and Swiss and the girls, and Copia enters with (Y/N), who pulls off his ghoul mask. Sister gasps at the sight of his white streaks, but Copia holds up a hand before she can scream. He tells his mother that he will leave if she does not call off the wedding with Silvia. Taking his guards and all of the money in his bank account that she cannot touch, he will manage the family from afar where she cannot bother him ever again. Sister sputters that he can’t do this, but when Copia shrugs and turns to leave, she begrudgingly agrees. They walk back into the ballroom, where she makes the announcement that the wedding is off. Silvia cries with joy and kisses her lover in front of their parents. He is a guard that has been a part of their household since she was 18, him being only 3 years older. Her father was pissed but couldn’t do anything in front of everyone. (Y/N) and Copia happily press their lips together in front of everyone, making it known that Papa Allessandro Emeritus and (Y/N) (L/N) were together and nobody could separate them

#copia x reader #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #mafia boss #mafia romance #mafia au #love trope febraury #whiskey's burbling barrel

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prittyvenus · 1 year ago

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My Zombie Queen Emily

🐍🥀🦋Ghost X Corpse Bride One shot🦋🥀🐍

Francesco (Primo) Valentino (Secondo) Alessandro (Terzo) Dante (Nihil) Giovanni (Copia) Rebecca (Sister)

Warning: adult language, suicide, miscarriage, sexual orientation.

“Another rejection, Valentino!” yelled Sister Imperator. “You are about to be 30 soon, and as the oldest of the bloodline, you have to be the first to have a prime mover! Cardinal Francesco has already been chosen to be Papa in your father's place. As the oldest child of Nihil...”

“Oh, shut the fuck up woman!” Valentino lashed out. “You are not my Mother! So, get off my dick!” Valentino takes a flask out of his jacket and drinks from it. “You got rejected by my father after he cheated on you. Heck, I even know that you lost your role as prime mover. You even gave up your son as a result. So why the fuck should I listen to your failed ass.”

Papa Nihil bangs his staff on the floor. “That is enough, Valentino! You shouldn’t argue with Sister when she's talking to you. You already lost your role as Papa Emeritus Primo to Cardinal Francesco, and I told you many times that if you don't fix that attitude soon, you will never be Papa. Look at you now. You haven't learned anything.”

“Shut the hell up, you hypocrite!” Valentino empties his flask. “You can’t say shit after you left my mother to be with Alessandro’s mother. You cheating scumbag! I found out that you slept with my second date! Why should I go through with what you say after what you already did?” The room became dead silent. “I already had enough of this place! I'm leaving the clergy!”

Papa Nihil gets up from his seat as Valentino leaves the room. “Someone, stop him!” Yells Sister Imperator.

Francesco grabbed his arm and took him to the hallway. “What is wrong with you! Are you drunk?” The smell of alcohol leaves Valentino’s breath. “You have been drinking again haven't you?”

“Fuck you, Francesco. You're not my dad!”

“No, but I raised you like you are my own son.” Francesco told Valentino. “I know you better than you know yourself, little brother.” Francesco drags Valentino back to the conference room. “Come let us go and apologize.”

Valentino pulls his arm away from Francesco. “I’m not going! I'm leaving the clergy and that is final!” Alessandro sees his Valentino run from Francesco. He runs to Valentino and tackles him. The Two brothers fought to the ground. Francesco tried to separate the two. Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil watch as Francesco successfully separates the two.

“That is enough from the both of you!” scolded Francesco. “Don’t you both ever think?” The two men look at Francesco. “Alessandro, you should be studying. Why are you here?”

“I heard the rumors from the ghouls that Fratello is leaving the Clergy of sin. I thought I could stop him from leaving.” Valentino turned away from the two and Alessandro tried to tackle him again.

Valentino punches Alessandro to the ground and runs away. Francesco helps Alessandro as Papa Nihil watches sadly as Valentino leaves. “Sister, send out the ghouls. Valentino must be punished.”

Sister Imperator summons shadow ghouls to him. “Find Valentino and bring him home. He must face punishment for his actions.” The shadow ghoul nods takes physical forms and leaves to go find Valentino. Francesco gets help from a ghoul and they take Alessandro to the hospital wing of the Clergy.

Valentino makes it to the Clergy Cemetery. He tripped on a small headstone and dropped his mother’s wedding band on the ground. He watches the ring bounce and roll away down the hill and into the woods. “Oh, fuck!” He gets up and runs after it. The ring rolls next to the root of a dead tree. he picked up the ring and held it close to his chest. Then a strong hand gently hits his shoulder. Valentino turned around and saw four heavy-set ghouls behind him.

“We are here to take you home Master Valentino.” said one of the ghouls.

“Oh, under whom? Rebecca or Francesco?” asked Valentino.

The ghouls look at each other and then back at Valentino. The ghouls grabbed Valentino and tackled him. Valentino accidentally put the ring on the skeleton's hand as he was trying to get away from the ghouls. The hand began to move as two of the ghouls dragged him away to the Clergy. The blasting sound of dirt exploding got two of the ghouls' attention. They see the corpse of a bride moving up and out of a hole. The two ghouls ran and yelled, “I think Master Valentino has summoned something.” The two ghouls holding Valentino see a dead bride moving towards them. “Protect the Master! We can't let her near him!” A ghoul quickly took Valentino over his shoulder and rushed over to the Clergy. They made it inside the Clergy and dropped Valentino off at the head office.

Papa Nihil and Rebecca Imperator are doing paperwork when the ghoul rushes in. “Take your leave. We’ll handle him.” Rebecca told the ghoul. A sister of sin shows up at the main office. “What is the meaning of this?”

“I’m sorry Sister, but there's a zombie walking around inside the Clergy.”

“Where did it come from?” Rebecca asked the sister of sin.

“Sister!” Nihil points to the corner of the room and sees the bride standing then walking over to Valentino.

Sister yells “Get him out of here! We can not lose the main bloodline to the dead!” The ghoul takes Valentino and brings him to the family mansion.

“Master Francesco, we have some bad news.”

Francesco raised his hand. “I’m already aware of the situation. Alessandro, you...” The doorbell rings. “Who is ringing at this time?” Alessandro looks at the peak hole and sees the corpse standing in front of the door. Alessandro screams loudly and runs away from the door.

“She’s here! She's outside!” Alessandro points to the door.

Francesco looks at Valentino with anger in his eyes. “What did you do?” Valentino was dead silent. “What on earth did you summon here?”

“I don't know!” Yells Valentino. “I dropped my mother's ring and lost it while I was fighting with the ghouls under the dead oak tree.” The doorknob began to move and the doorbell began to ring.

Alessandro's jaw dropped. “You mean the dead oak tree in the woods outside of the Clergy.”

“You know something about it?” asked Francesco. One of the servants came to the door and opened it. “Wait, don't open the door!” The bride walks in and crows and ravens surround her. Valentino ducks as the blackbirds surround him. He looks up at the bride with his back on the steps.

The bride leans on Valentino. “You may kiss the bride.” She said as they vanished leaving behind black feathers in the main hall.

Valentino awakens to the sound of a woman’s voice. “Oh, thank goodness. You’re awake.” She smiled and softly stoked Valentino’s face.

Valentino’s eyes widen with fright. He screams as he crawls backward to the wall. “Who are you? Where am I?” He looks around the room. “Where are my brothers?”

“Your brothers?” The bride looks at the body-less waiter. “Your brothers are not here.” She told Valentino. “You came to me and placed the ring on my finger.” She shows her left hand revealing his mother's wedding band.

“My mother's ring!” He runs to her and falls flat on his face when she moves out of the way. “That ring was my mother's before she died.” He remembers his mother climbing the window. “That ring is all I have left of her.” He sees her fall from the window and lands dead from the four stories. “She’s all I have left.” He tears up with the memories of his mother.

The waiter and the bride look at each other. “Who is your mother? Maybe we might find her.” The bride suggested.

“Don’t you get it! She's dead! She's no longer here!” Yells Valentino.

“But monsieur, this is the realm of the dead. If she is dead, you can find her here.”

Valentino looks at the waiter. “What did you just say?”

“This is the realm of the dead, sir.” Repeated the waiter.

Valentino got up and rushed out the door. He got to the main street and saw walking corpses and skeletons going about their day as if they were alive. He slowly looks around seeing if he can find her.

“Excuse me, sir? Are you from the realm of the living?” He looks around trying to find out where the sound is coming from. “Down here.” Valentino looks down and sees a very short skeleton general. “So, are you from the realm of the living?”

“Yes, I’m Valentino Emeritus.” Valentino answers.

“Emeritus? That family is in charge of the lower Quarter. Off the pier near the lake of the dead.”

Valentino smiles. “Do you know how I can get there?”

The general points to the stairs down the alley. “Go up those steps and you reach the Outlook Park. If you look to the far right of the park you'll find the pier.” The general beacons Valentino to move closer to him. “But be warned. They are demons and ghouls in that area of town.”

“Thank you. I will keep that in mind.” Valentino goes to the alleyway.

The bride walks to greet the general. “Oh, hello my dear Emily. What is it that you need?”

“I’m looking for my husband. He's from the realm of the living.” Emily told the general.

“You mean, Valentino Emeritus?” He points to the stairs down the alleyway. “He’s heading to the lake pier. If you can meet him at the park you might stop him from going there.”

“Thank You, Napoleon.” She kisses his forehead and walks down the alley.

Valentino zig-zags the alley corners and steps to find the park that overlooks the realm of the dead. As soon as he leans down the railing a cold skeleton hand touches his hand. “Ah!” he jumped away and the bride, Emily was standing in front of him.

“Valentino, you can't just disappear like that.” She smiles and looks at the scenery. “Look at this place. It takes my breath away. Well if I had any.” she giggled.

“You’re not very convincing.” Valentino scolded. “What do you want? Why are you following me?” Valentino asked Emily.

“I’m Emily, your wife. I have to be by your side.” She goes over to the bench and sits down.

He looks down on her. “You’re not answering my question.”

“I know, Valentino.” She smiles at him. Emily taps the bench signaling him to sit down next to her. He heavily signs and sits next to Emily. “You know you never gave me your mother's name. Besides the fact that she's an Emeritus.”

“She’s Olivia. She died jumping out the window of our villa in the clergy.” Emily covered her mouth. “She was a kind and lovely woman. I saw her jump out the window to her death.” He lowers his head and tears up again. Emily leans over to Valentino and comforts him. “I couldn't stop her. She died because I failed her.” Emily brings Valentino closer to her. He grabs her waist and cries loudly. “It was my fault! I wasn't strong enough to stop her!” Emily looks defeated and helplessly comforts Valentino.

A shadow looms over the couple and speaks. “No, my son. It was I who was not strong enough.” Valentino looks behind him and sees a rotting nun with a skeleton baby in her arms.

“Mother!” He gets up and hugs the nun then slowly gets back as the skeleton baby begins to cry.

“Valentino this is your sister, Emma. I lost her from the miscarriage. Remember?”

A memory of his mother crying in the bathroom as Rebecca smiles at Olivia's loss. “oh, yeah. I remember Sister was smiling when you miscarried.” Valentino clutches his fist. “She was an awful woman. She is going to pay for what she did.”

“No, son. That's in the past right now. We need to head home so we can celebrate your marriage.”

“My marriage?” He looks behind him and sees Emily waving. “You planned this, didn't you?”

“In the realm of the dead. You can't hide things here.” Olivia told Valentino. “Sister will get what is coming to her. Mark my words, son. If karma doesn't get Rebecca, then it will come after her child.”

“Oh, I get it. An eye for an eye.” Valentino smiles.

“So, when did my baby become such a mess.” Olivia fixes his tie.

“Mother please.” He looks behind him seeing Emily giggling.

“Oh, hello Emily.” Emily gets up and Olivia kisses her on both cheeks. “I can’t believe my son went far to marry you.” Emily shows off her wedding band. “This is my…”

“I couldn’t let Sister Rebecca have her way with the ring. So, I kept it with me until I found someone to give it to.” He explained.

Olivia smiles at him. “My son I’m so proud of you. Well, except for the fact you were drunk when you got married.”

“Mother!” He blushed.

“I’m so sorry for my son’s behavior, Emily.” Olivia holds out her hand.

“It’s fine, Sister Olivia.” She takes Olivia's hand and goes to Valentino's side.

They go down the steps near the edge of the park and head down another alleyway to the east side of a lake. Valentino sees a mountain with a large triangular hole in the center of the mountain. He sees mist forming around a small wooden boat with a cloaked figure on it. Valentino sees the boat move the pier and pick up a man holding a ball that is chained to his leg. The shadows blocked the man from going back to the pier as the wooden boat moved to the hole in the mountain.

“That’s the river, Styx.” Olivia told Valentino as she pointed at the hole. “It’s where the underworld is linked with the pits of hell. Only the most dangerous can go to the pits. The rest are sorted out by their sins.” Olivia sighed. “They are lucky enough to have a decent life sentence.”

Olivia, Valentino, and Emily made it to the pier and meets and old ghoul at the entrance. “The old ghoul looks up at Valentino. “Oh, my goodness. A mortal in the underpass? Sister Olivia, what is the meaning of this? He is not supposed to be dead yet!”

Emily reached to Valentino’s side. “Excuse me? He is my husband.” She told the ghoul.

“No offense, but this is a violation I can’t not let you pass through. You must speak with the elder papas in the church.” The ghoul told Valentino.

“I’m not going down the river. I just want to enter the town.” Valentino told the ghoul. “I won’t go down until I’m dead.”

The old ghoul pulled a lever bringing down the gate to the lakeside town. A bell rang on the side pier by itself. “Ah, new arrivals.” The ghoul sends a message by letter and sends it up a pipe. A letter was sent back to the ghoul and he carefully read it. “Oh, fiddles sticks.” The ghoul shakes his head.

Emily pulls Valentino by the arm. “Come on dear.” They enter the town. And walk up to a cathedral size church with a upside-down cross with a G in the center of the cross.

They heard some singing coming from the inside of the church. As the open the doors the singing stopped and whispered began to erupt. “Why have you stopped?” Yelled a skeleton pope. When the pope looked behind him he sees Sister Olivia going down the aisle with Valentino and Emily. “Why is there a mortal here? Those of flesh and blood are not allowed in this realm. Sister, did you bring him here?”

“No, Papa Emeritus Eternity .” Sister Olivia answered. “He is married to Emily. She is our in-law.”

“But how? Olivia, explain this to me!” Yelled Papa Eternity. Emily explained what happened in the woods and how he was dragged to the realm of the dead. “A corpse can’t marry a mortal. There needs to be a special ritual for it!”

“But, papa!” Emily tried to explain.

“Was there a wedding for the both of you? Was there a mass or ritual for your summoning, Emily?” Emily stood quietly. “No? Then he must return to the world of the living. The marriage is flawed. It will not work.” He turned his back on them.

“Papa, please try to understand.” Emily got on her hands and knees begging for his approval.

“Emily!” He looks down on her. “Death has already taken you. He is still alive and well. He has to return to the mortal realm.” A child with a missing eye came to him with a black staff engraved in silver with an clergy symbol. Papa Eternity banged the tip of his staff on the floor and a fog of mist appeared over the top of the altar.

Francesco was adjusting his red papal ropes in the mirror. “Little brother, I understand that something did happen in the woods. But there’s no evidence or body that can prove anything.” Francesco turned to Alessandro and gently placed his hand on his shoulder. “Your half-brother is in the realm of the dead. When I become papa, I will bring him back home.”

Images of Alessandro was arguing with Francesco appeared in the mist. “Listen to me, fratello. The corpse in the woods is no rumor. There was a murder that happened in the woods.”

“But It will be too late by then. You got around six days, brother! The full moon will rise and he will be trapped inside the realm of the dead for life.”

Papa Eternity looks at Emily. “His brothers are looking for him. You and only you alone can return him, Emily.”

“But, why me?” Emily asked Papa Eternity.

“Because you dragged a man out of his realm with out permission, and then forced him to be your husband with out a wedding.”

“But, he gave me his mother’s wedding band.” She shows the ring.

“That doesn’t count, my dear. If I remember correctly, It’s supposed to be ‘until death due us part’, Emily. He has to go. I told you this before, Death has already taken you.” He banged the end of the staff. “The marriage is invalid. Take him home.”

Emily cried as Papa walked away. The ghouls grabbed Valentino and separated him from the rest of the crowd. They took him to a abandoned bedroom and locked the door. When Valentino looked outside the window he saw that he was in the realm of the living.

“You are lucky that we can travel through both worlds, Master Valentino.” Called out a ghoul from behind the door.

“Alpha, you knew?” Yelled Valentino.

“You, being dragged into another realm? Yeah, we knew.” Valentino stood silently. “That girl, Emily. She was not supposed to be a prime mover.”

“I see.” Valentino clutched his fist.

“Master? I have something to tell you about Emily.” A deeper voice called out.

“What is it Omega?”

“Emily is Rebecca’s younger sister. Papa cheated on Rebecca Imperator with her younger sister. She murdered her own flesh and blood because of Master Dante’s, I mean Papa Nihil’s infidelity. Sister disposed of her body under the oak tree in the woods. She is left there in an unmarked grave.”

“So, how long will I have to stay here.” Asked Valentino.

“Until Sister Imperator says that you can be released.” Said Alpha.

Emily transport to the realm of the living and rushed over to the Clergy. She called out for Valentino in the garden. The ghouls almost noticed her but ignore it. She whisper his name as she goes around the Clergy trying not to get caught. She soon reached an old building guarded by two ghouls. She goes closer to the building and she hears a man singing. She goes around the windows to see if she can find who is singing. She finally finds Valentino as he was singing himself to sleep on a patted mattress next to the window.

“Valentino?” She whispered. He opened his eyes and gets up. He looks around and gets spooked as he sees Emily worried from the window. “What happened to you?” She gently caresses his cheek. “You disappeared from us. We were worried sick.” Valentino told her what the ghouls told him. Emily covered her mouth in shock. “Rebecca? Why?” Valentino looks stern at her as her shock turned to rage. “That two timing bastard! They regret what they did to me. Rebecca is going to pay.”

Foot steps echo loudly through the hall and Emily hid by ducking under the window. A small nervous voice. “Hello, Alpha. I’m here to deliver food for cardinal Valentino.” The opens and a teenage boy dress in a white gown. Enters the room with a tray of food and a pack of cigarettes. “Hello, Cardinal. I brought some food.” He lifted up the tray.

“Thank you, brother Giovanni. Leave it on the table but pass me the cigarettes.” Giovanni nods his head and puts the food on the table and a past him the pack of cigarettes.

A small rat shows up on the table and tried to get a nibble of Valentino’s food. “No little Rosa! That's not for you!” Giovanni grabs the rat and puts it in his pocket. “I’m so sorry cardinal.”

“Get that filthy rodent out of here!” Yells Valentino. Giovanni holds the rat from his pocket and leaves the room. Emily gets up and looks around the room. They hear the door locked from outside the room.

“Fuck off, Sister. I know what you want.” Snarled Valentino. “I know the truth of what you did.”

“Valentino, are you going to be okay?” Asked Emily.

“Don’t worry about me. This is not my first punishment.” Answered Valentino. Valentino leans his hand on the window sill. Emily takes it and holds it close to her face. He soon caresses her soft cold face.

Emily sheds a tear. “You’re so warm.” She hears footsteps coming from the corner and runs to hide in the bushes.

A flame ghoul look around and sees Valentino leaning on the window sill with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Hello, Master. Have you seen anything strange around here?”

Valentino takes the cigarette out of his mouth. “No.”

“I see.” The flame ghoul looks around and sees nothing but a baby rabbit coming out of the bushes. Valentino puts the cigarette back in his mouth. “Let me get that for you master.” He lites his thumb like a lighter and lit Valentino’s cigarette. “Sorry to bother you. I'm going to continue my rounds.” The ghoul leaves to the other side of the building.

“You can come out now. He's gone.” Emily gets up and looks around. She rushed back to Valentino’s side.

“There must be a way to get back at them.” She told Valentino.

Valentino eye widen with an idea. “Emily!” He whispered into her ear. She gasps and holds her hand up to her mouth. “I know it's crazy but only you can pull it off. Do you think you can do it?”

“Yes, I'm in.” She seriously answers him.

He gently caresses her cheeks and pulls her in for a kiss. “Thank you, my dear.”

Emily smiles and looks around. “I’ll be nearby if anything changes.”

She ran into the abandoned garden and hid herself there. Valentino goes over to the table and ate his food. He looks out the window biting his time.

3 days went by and a female voice called out his name from the door. “So, have you learned your lesson, Valentino?”

“I don’t even know what you mean. Open the door.” The ghouls unlocked the door and opened it. Papa Nihil and Rebecca went inside the room and the ghouls closed the door.

“What the hell do you want old man?” Valentino asked.

“Tomorrow is your brother’s coronation day and Francesco wants you to be there at the ceremony.” Papa Nihil looks at Rebecca. “Sister and I are considering shortening your sentence. If you make a formal apology to the clergy for what you did.”

“Fuck you, old man!” Valentino yelled. “I will never apologize! I’m not your prisoner, I am not your puppet for you to master! I know what you are Sister Rebecca Imperator! You are the monster that is willing to shed blood of your own flesh and blood, so you can have a seat of power in the Clergy as prime mover!”

Nihil gasped and looks at Rebecca. She stood still with no expression on her face. “Sister, is it true?”

“The dead knew everything of what is happening in the realm of the living. Old man, she killed her own sister to be with you. She has gone that far and will do it again, if she has to.”

Rebecca spoke up to Valentino. “And with what Proof do you have of this ridiculous story of yours?”

Valentino smiles at them. “Hello Emily, My dear.”

Rebecca and Nihil hears a loud breath of behind them. They look around and see Emily pissed from behind them. “Hopscotch” she whispered as she pulled Nihil. Rebecca tried to stop her but Valentino grabbed Rebecca before she could get Nihil. Rebecca screamed and cried when Emily took Nihil to the realm of the dead. The two ghouls opened the door and sees the room filled with black feathers and Rebecca a crying mess.

Alpha and Omega asked “What happened here?” Valentino let’s go of Rebecca and she viciously attacked him.

“You did this to him!” She yelled as she was punching him down. “This is all your fault!”

The ghouls dragged her off of Valentino. “That’s enough Sister!” Yelled Alpha. “It will not bring him back.” They dragged her out of the room as she continued to cry and scream.

Francesco appeared at the doorway completely confused. “What on Earth did I miss?”

Alessandro peeked into the room and sees Valentino beaten up. “What happened to you? Did the bride beat the shit out of you?”

Valentino sticks up his middle finger. “Fuck you, little brother.” Valentino brushes off the feathers from his body.

Francesco asked Valentino. “What happened here?” He looks at the floor of feathers. Valentino explains everything about his adventure and how he discovered the bride’s true identity. “So let me get this straight, the bride Emily is Sister Rebecca’s little sister, and she was murdered by Rebecca, all because of Papa was two-timing them!”

Alessandro thinks for a moment then burst out laughing. “Oh, shit!” He laughs hard till his stomach hurts. “Holy shit!” He can’t stop laughing.

Francisco grabbed Alessandro by his collar and pulled him out of the room. “That is not a funny joke, you are going back to studying.”

Valentino left the room and looked back. “Thanks, Emily. I will send you flowers to your grave.” He stretched his arms out and walked away. Several Days later, Papa Nihil returned alive but Sister was not in the clergy when he got back. She was released from her duties by the Director and was discharged from the Clergy. Many years passed and Valentino was in the woods under the oak tree. He kneeled and placed white flowers on a headstone reading “Emily Imperator Emeritus” he smiles and looks down on the dirt near the root and something shiny. He digs it up and finds his mother’s ring on the finger of a skeleton hand. He smiled and cried as he covered up the hand with the ring. “Forgive me, my dear. Next time we meet we will have a proper wedding.” He looks at the headstone. “I can promise you that.”

Omega shows up behind Valentino. “Master? It’s almost time for your coronation of becoming papa.”

He turned to Omega. “Thank you Omega. I’m on my way.” He looks back at the headstone. “Root for me, my dear. I’m going to be Papa Emeritus Secondo today. I just wish that you were here to see this moment.” A small blue butterfly landed on his hand. He looks at it fluttering around Valentino then flying away from sight. He smiles as he walks away with Omega to the Clergy. As he was alone getting his makeup ready in front of the mirror. Papa Eternity appeared behind him with the silver staff. As Valentino jumped up and looked behind him, Papa Eternity was gone and the staff remained. Valentino took the staff and made a short prayer to Papa Eternity. He finally finished his makeup and takes the staff with him to become the Papa Emeritus Secondo.

Fin.

#the band ghost #papa secondo #emily corpse bride #ghost fanfiction #nameless ghouls #sister imperator #papa nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa emeritus i #papa primo #alpha ghoul #omega ghoul #papa emeritus ii

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shesinshambles · 2 years ago

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A Tryst in the Apothecary (Papa III/Ofc)

Cordelia teases the newly appointed Papa Emeritus III perhaps a little too much during morning sermon, and learns the consequences. 18+

This is originally written as a chapter to my fic Selfish Creatures, but you can read this no problem as a standalone.

Cordelia had been sitting in this stiff pew for what felt like hours. And really, it had likely only been twenty minutes, but when Nihil droned through morning announcements, it truly felt like an eternity. He gave you nothing but a foggy head and bleary eyes. Was he still on about ghoul behaviour? She glanced over at Claudio Copia next to her. In his scant years as a cardinal the man had developed quite the useful skill of sleeping with his eyes open. Utterly convincing save the rumbling and occasional snort.

“All cleaning supplies should be kept locked behind the child guards. They are not snacks,” the old man chided, casting his withering glare to the little fire ghoul crunching happily on hard candies, and to Claudio, who, glassy-eyed, held his gaze unwaveringly. She watched intently. Though ancient— and assumedly with one foot in the grave for the past ten-ish years or so—Nihil’s gaze was yet still potent enough to make even Secondo squirm at times. And yet Claudio held fast; if only he were so brave when he was conscious, perhaps then the old patriarch would stop walking all over him. With a quirk of his crusty brow, Nihil rumbled on. She ought to ask him to teach her to do that. Maybe then the horrible pews wouldn’t encroach on her daydreaming.

The fluffiness of Alessandro’s bed under her back, the plush pillows, the intoxicating scent of his boozy tobacco, enveloped in his warmth. The heat of his hands melting her stiff muscles, making her pliant. Tracing over the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips, deft fingers dipping between her thighs… Cordelia felt a rosy heat bloom across her cheeks, and she swallowed thickly, biting her lip and blinking. It was morning mass. Nihil was doing the morning announcements, now was absolutely not the time to get herself worked up. Focus, you silly girl. She forced her gaze back up to the lectern, only to find Alessandro quirking a pristinely painted brow in her direction, a knowing smirk slowly creeping up at the corners of his mouth. Cordelia swallowed thickly, and darted her gaze down to her lap. It would be asking too much, wouldn’t it, for him not to say something completely ridiculous. Even mildly silly, she could tolerate. But the twinkle in his eye was looking far too much like the Alessandro that liked to cause problems than the Alessandro that had nuzzled her neck and kissed her hair as she woke up this morning. No, this was an Alessandro she hadn’t seen directed at her in quite some time. He was preparing for battle, and Cordelia straightened her shoulders and returned his gaze with a sharply quirked brow of her own. She would not be cracking today.

“Good morning my children, and thank you Papa Nihil, for your rather, informative lecture. I trust you all had a carnally good Samhain. I certainly did,” he purred, shooting her a discreet and lascivious wink. Cordelia merely pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, but unfortunately for her, and perhaps for Terzo, because his eyes widened the tiniest of fractions, that sole wink did not go unnoticed. Because of course Claudio had chosen to wake up as Alessandro stood before the altar. And of course Dewdrop had to elbow him when Alessandro had shot her that wink; and of course Claudio had reacted exactly as the mischievous ghoul had wanted him to, with an amused snort that caught the undivided attention of everyone at least in the first three rows of pews. Including Nihil and Imperator. Cordelia’s eyes flickered down, a heat pooling in her cheeks as her brother threw a hand over his mouth, eyes blown wide in surprise while their father shut his eyes, taking his glasses off so he could pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. She could feel the old patriarch’s cataract eyes boring into her profile, and biting her lip she dared to raise her eyes from underneath her lashes, shooting Alessandro a withering glare that he returned with an apologetic smile as he picked back up crooning through his sermon without much misstep.

“Thank you, Cardinal Copia,” Alessandro grinned. “I see I wasn’t the only one in upper clergy.” His little quip earned a gentle rumbling of laughter throughout the chapel, and Cordelia bit her lip against the smile threatening to crack as Claudio went beet-red in her periphery. The gest had its desired effect, and she felt Nihil’s icy glare peel away from her face, and immediately Cordelia relaxed, shoulders straightening. Alessandro had not come to play this morning. And she squared her chin, quirking her brow in silent acceptance of his challenge.

“In pagan tradition,” Alessandro’s smooth voice echoed throughout the chapel and Cordelia grinned softly, absent-mindedly fiddling with the rosary around her neck as she let it fill and swim about in her head. “Samhain marked the beginning of a new year. And in that same vain, we are marking new beginnings here in our Church. We seek to learn from what has come, and improve upon what has come before. There will be changes in the next several months as I adjust to my new role, and you adjust to me.” She bit her lip, watching as Alessandro’s eyes trailed discreetly—and actually discreetly this time— over to her section of pews, landing at the pointed toes of her lace-up boots. His teeth were branded into her inner thighs and the aching in her legs and her gut flared deliciously as she crossed her ankle over her knee, the buttoned hem of her dress slipping open slightly to reveal a sheer-stockinged leg. He swallowed thickly, the muscles in his neck working as his mouth hung agape for a moment, as Alessandro gathered himself. She smiled softly as he picked up once more, albeit his voice warbling a little, uncertain, tense. She watched, a serene masking the delightful warmth bubbling within her. Surely he wouldn’t make it so easy. And she steeled herself, swaying her crossed ankle slowly, anticipating the next blow from her opponent.

***

It turned out that Alessandro had given in that easily. He pulled the rest of his punches, carrying on with his sermon in graceful agitation, eyes never venturing too far away from her however; but instead of racy quips and lascivious sneers and winks, it was all soft smiles that sent her heart fluttering in a truly embarrassing way, earning her giddy elbows to her ribs from Claudio whenever he noticed them. Perhaps he thought better to wage all out war when their fathers were seated so close by. It was probably all for the best, Cordelia mused as she herbs, orange peel, and anise into a pot of water on the old gas stove in the apothecary.

She knelt against the countertop, tapping her nails on its surface as she waited for the brew to come to boil. The ground had become rigid with frost and the grey clouds that loomed overhead looked heavy with unshed snow. They would likely burst today. The air smelled like snow. The door clicked open and in swirled an uncharacteristically balmy tendril of air, around her. Cordelia leant into Brigid’s caress, giggling softly to herself as the spirit toyed with her long locks of hair, twisting them around invisible fingers, pulling them up and letting them fall as she sauntered to a corner of the room.

“You had an awful lot of fun teasing me at mass this morning, didn’t you my darling?” Cordelia froze, smiling and biting her lip. She turned around slowly to find Alessandro leaning against the doorway, eyes dark and hungry. Cordelia swallowed, and shrugged, feigning indifference. So perhaps she had pushed him a little more than had been called for. Her lower lip was swollen from having been clutched between her teeth for the better part of mass, and she supposed he hadn’t appreciated her undivided and enraptured attention. But that hadn’t all been intentional. It proved rather difficult to keep herself well-behaved when Terzo was gliding down the aisles so confidently, his robes sweeping around him in a cloud of incense and boozy vanilla and tobacco. It was a good thing she was typically fidgety, or someone would have thought the number of times she crossed and uncrossed her legs, squirming uncomfortably in the pew, was awfully concerning.

“You started it,” she shot back rather childishly, turning back to the stove and stirring the brew as it started to simmer. He stepped further into the room, the heels of his dress shoes clicking harshly against the stone, his white eye a deep void in the sea of angry black painted on his face, a grave brow quirking in challenge. Cordelia backed up against the counter, its edge digging into her flesh as she swallowed thickly around her heart pounding in her throat, nervous excitement bubbling low in her belly as the anti-pope strode up to her slowly. Every movement leeching an enticing venom into the air; sensing it, their spectral friend excused herself from the apothecary with a whoosh, the door slamming shut behind her, the distinct click of the lock sending a trickle of electricity throughout Cordelia as Alessandro’s hands landed on the countertop at either side of her hips. She was completely boxed in, and that shouldn’t have been as thrilling as it felt, but he was looking as though he were ready to completely devour her, all hard-lines and seething teeth, sharp and ready to sink into their prey.

“Did I now?” He growled, leaning in, towering over her. Cordelia had to crane her neck to keep her eyes level with his, leaning back as he dipped further into her space, painted nose brushing against hers, his lips only a breath away. Her breath hitched slightly as her eyes flitted down to his lips, and of course it hadn’t gone unnoticed; Terzo smiling devilishly as she struggled to gain any ground.

It was her turn to be a flustered mess. And really, if he was being honest with himself, Cordelia really hadn’t done much. But it didn’t really take much from her to have his blood run hot through his veins. Watching her worry at her plush lower lip, twirling his grucifix around her neck as she stared at him with those big brown eyes under lust-heavy lashes.

“Y-yes,” she breathed out shakily, running her tongue over her teeth, trying to scrounge up a perfectly reasonable excuse in her foggy head. “Don’t lay the bait if you don’t want me to take it,” she murmured. And maybe that wasn’t the right thing to say if she’d wanted him to leave well alone so she could get back to work in peace. Had that been the outcome she truly wanted. It seemed Alessandro, to her own delight, was not in the mood for games this afternoon. Because in a matter of seconds he had a clawed hand wrapped around her throat. Sharp nails dug into the sensitive flesh, and Cordelia whimpered at the sensation of claws at her hips. The edge of the counter dug painfully into her backside as he pushed her back against it with his weight, his hot breath ghosting across the shell of her ear.

“That is no way to talk to your Papa, Cara Mia,” Terzo hissed, sending a bubbling shiver down her spine. She tamped down the moan that threatened to eke out her throat and bit her lip, quirking a brow in silent challenge. How far could Cordelia push this?

“Is it now?” her voice wavered, the words quivering out her mouth and he laughed darkly, a low throaty rumble that rattled her core, kindling the fire inside her further.

“I think you know it is. Do you require further instruction, Ms. Nielsen?” Cordelia swallowed thickly around the large hand at her throat, Alessandro’s fingers flexing, squeezing the delicate column of her windpipe as she squeezed her thighs together. Her hand fumbled for the gas switch on the stove, eyes fluttering shut as Alessandro pushed himself flush against her, and she felt his growing erection pressing insistently into her hip.

“Last I recalled you didn’t teach on Sundays—and besides I, ahhh—” Cordelia whined as he pressed white-hot kisses down her neck, sloppily trailing down to her collarbone, teeth grazing over his old marks. “I’m rather busy at the moment, Papa.” It was all talk. The brew could wait, it had to cool anyway, she had plenty of time, and even if she didn’t, Alessandro was snaking an arm around her waist and much to her dismay, one of her legs was already hooked around his hip. This wouldn’t do. Cordelia slid her hands to his chest and gave him a firm push back with a mischievous grin. “You, need to stop pestering me, I have to cleanse the thresholds.” Alessandro let out a frustrated snarl and tugged viciously at the long locks of hair at the nape of her neck. Cordelia winced against the delicious sting of her scalp, her tongue running along the swell of her lower lip, grinning smugly as she watched his eyes follow its movement.

“Learn. Your. Place.” He seethed through gritted teeth. His cock was straining against his trousers and Cordelia squirmed against its pressure, a delightfully stupid idea popping into her head.

“Make me.” There was fire in his eyes, sharp nails digging into her scalp as he fisted her hair and shoved her to the floor. “Fuck!” Cordelia hissed at the sting of her knees against the cold stone, the screaming of her scalp. A firm hand gripped her chin, jerking her head back.

“You want me to make you? Hmm, Cara? You want Papa to punish you?”

“Alessan—ahhh” a violent tug on her hair forcing her head back flooded her eyes with tears, sending shocks through her core, pooling in her gut. The clink of his belt buckle as he kept one hand on the back of her head, holding her in place.

“Pa-Pa” he hissed, popping the p’s as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulled his leaking cock out. Cordelia’s mouth watered, and she looked up at Alessandro with wide, pleading eyes, plush lips slightly agape.

“Yes Papa,” Cordelia murmured, chewing on her lip, waiting anxiously for his instruction. She’d had enough teasing; and her bruised knees sent a yearning gnawing deep in her core. He pulled her lower lip from between her teeth with his thumb and her breath stalled, rattling out to hitch back in again. Every minute touch made her throb, and Cordelia squirmed on the floor, pressing her thighs together to try and find some reprieve.

“You want my cock, don’t you?” She nodded. “Use your words, Cara Mia.”

“Y-yes.” Alessandro quirked a brow and dug his claws harder into her scalp. “Yes Papa,” she gasped, squeezing her eyes against the sting. Alessandro caressed her face, running a soothing thumb over her cheekbone before taking his cock in hand. He stroked himself languidly, running his thumb over the head as he gathered the rest of her hair into his grip and pushed her head forward.

“Good girl,” he purred. “Now open up.” Cordelia fought the lurch in her stomach as she gagged around Terzo’s thick cock. With one steady thrust he’d pushed himself down her throat and began fucking her mouth in earnest. Tears streamed down her face as she regained her breath, humming in delight at the breathy moans and snarls above her, at the hands tangled in her hair, holding her head in place. Perfectly pious.

“Such a good girl.” She keened at the praise and Alessandro jerked in her throat, growling. “fffuck. You’re so beautiful like this. Look at me, Cara.” Cordelia opened her eyes, eyelashes fluttering, and she moaned at the sight above her. His hair was perfectly unkempt, that unruly lock of hair that had got her into this mess all those years ago hanging over his brow. His eyes were glazed over in ecstasy, mouth agape as he grunted, thrusting himself down her throat at a brutal pace.

“So beautiful,” he snarled. “So fucking beautiful on your knees for me.” Her eyes were bleary and unfocused, scalp stinging, drool running down her chin and neck, cunt throbbing as he used her. She slid her hand under the hem of her dress but he caught her arm, holding her wrist, not skipping a beat. Cordelia whined, looking up at him through tear-flooded eyes in silent plea. Her jaw was aching, and the heat in her gut was becoming too much. It was all too much. She needed him. Alessandro merely tutted.

“Only. When. I say so,” he hissed, punctuating every word with a harsh crack of his hips, making her gag. She tapped his knee and Alessandro backed off just in time as Cordelia coughed violently, trying desperately to catch her breath. Alessandro stroked her hair calmly as she grounded herself, wiping the spit off her chin.

“Papa,” she whimpered.

“What is it, Cara?” He asked, petting her cheek, running his cock over her swollen lips. She kitten-licked the head, big brown eyes wide and imploring, hoping it would help sway him. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut.

“I need you.”

“What do good girls say?” He murmured, pinching her chin between his thumb forefinger.

“Please, Papa.” A hungry smile bloomed across his face, and he pulled her up by her underarm. Cordelia was in a fog, her mind crawling so slow behind as Alessandro lifted her onto the countertop, pushing the skirt of her dress up over her hips and yanking her underwear down, casting it aside.

“You are so beautiful like this, Cara Mia,” Alessandro purred, yanking her hips against him, lining up his cock with her entrance. Her breath hitched, hips bucking against, desperate for any friction. “So pliant, begging.”

“Ale— Papa.” She whined as he ran the head of his cock up and down her slit, circling her bud before pressing it against her entrance.

“So wet for me. So fucking perfect.” Cordelia’s nails skittered across the countertop, curling around the edge and gripping on for dear life.

“Ffuck, please, fuck me!” Alessndro snapped his hips and buried himself inside her in one steady thrust, punching all the air out of her lungs, Cordelia shivered at the wave of pleasure and pain crashing down around her as he stretched her. He set a brutal pace, punching against her sweet spot with every thrust, and it was all she could do to wrap her arms around his neck and hold onto him, tears streaming down her face as she keened into his neck.

“Such a good girl,” he hissed, fucking her hard, the lewd sound of their flesh slapping together and her frantic mewling filling the air. “So good for her Papa.” He was babbling into her neck, hands clutching her hips in a bruising grip, adding to his collection all over her body as his thrusts falter, growing more and more frantic. He wouldn’t last much longer. And neither would she. She’d been hovering at the edge of the precipice for far too long and it would all come crashing down. Cordelia cried out as his cock hit her g-spot, clenching around him, and sensing how close she was he shifted his angle, her vision going spotty as she tumbled over the crest, sobbing into his neck.

“Fuck Papa!”

“That’s my good girl!” Papa snarled, slamming his hips into her, fucking her through her orgasm. “Only I can have you like this. Say it!” Cordelia was boneless, floating in ecstasy, and as she came down from her high she cupped Terzo’s face, pressing her forehead to his.

“Only you.” And with those two words and one solid thrust, Alessandro came, his cock kicking inside of her, collapsing into the crook of her neck. They stayed still, silent and shaking, clinging to one another as they caught their breath. After what felt like hours Alessandro pulled out of her— a throaty groan escaping both their throats—and tucked himself back into his pants. Cordelia made to slide off the counter but Alessandro stilled her with his hands planting firmly on her knees.

“Stay there a moment,” he murmured, fetching a glass from a cabinet and filling it with water. He handed it to her and Cordelia began gulping it down greedily. “Slowly,” he warned. He took the glass when she was finished and deposited into the sink. “Are you okay?” He tucked a messy lock of brown hair behind her ear, studying her with concern and something akin to maybe love, or adoration, but she was nowhere near ready to explore that train of thought in her current state. So Cordelia merely nodded.

“Yeah.” She smiled shyly and Alessandro pulled her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. He was so warm, so soft, comforting. Home, a voice deep within her mind whispered. She wanted to stay, enveloped close to his chest, his lips ghosting across her hair, but there was much to do. The brew would be cold by now, Special would be wondering why she hadn’t started her duties. “I have to get back to work,” she mumbled into his chest, and she felt his gentle rumble of laughter through her core.

“I know,” he whispered, pulling away and pressing a gentle and surprisingly chaste kiss to her lips. Cordelia melted into it, and sighed when he broke away much too soon for her liking. “Are you sure you’re alright?” He asked, helping her down from the counter and standing her on shaky legs.

“I’ll be fine. I need my underwear though,” she replied distantly, searching around.

“I think I’ll be keeping these, actually.” Cordelia turned around to find Alessandro holding her panties in one hand, a devilishly mischievous smirk on his lips.

“Alessandro—”

“Think of it as a reminder Cara Mia, while I’m running down your legs, of just what happens when you test your Papa.” She racked her brain for a quick retort but came up empty. Instead, Cordelia stood in the middle of the apothecary, eyes wide and mouth gaping like a suffocating fish as she watched Alessandro tuck her underwear into his pocket and with a wink, and walk out the door.

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