#BUT NOT IMMEDIATELY IVE NO PRIMOS | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

ramblingoak · 1 year

Text

Care Package

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader ~ You take care of Copia after he gets sick at the end of the tour

Warnings: Copia being dramatic while sick, fluff, sfw, 1k words, not proofread forgive me

“I’m dying.”

Here we go. It was a good thing your back was turned because Copia would pitch a fit if he saw you rolling your eyes. You sighed and continued to pick up all of the used tissues that were littering the floor. When he let out a pitiful sigh you groaned, turning your head to glare at him.

“Copia, you’re fine.”

“No, no this is it. I can feel it.” You bit your lip to stifle the laugh that wanted to bubble out. Copia was endlessly dramatic whenever he was under the weather. “It’s near.”

“What’s near?”

“Death.”

“Oh Lucifer, you’re not going to die from a cold.” He started to respond but was immediately interrupted by a series of violent sneezes, the whole bed shaking from the force of them. You turned back to the dirty tissues, shoving them into a trash bag while he recovered. The sound of him blowing his nose filled the room and right when you were turning to check on him again a wet, balled up tissue hit you right in the face. “Son of a fuck! Copia!”

“Eh?” His adorably confused look stopped you from leaping onto the bed and strangling him, but just barely. The sight of his red, watery eyes made your irritation disappear. His face was flushed from the fever and sweaty locks of hair had fallen across his forehead. When Copia realized you were staring at him he groaned and threw his arm over his face. “You shouldn’t see me like this.”

“Like what?” You dropped the trash bag and grabbed another box of tissues, slowly walking around the bed to sit by his hip. He whined when you tugged on his arm so you could see his face. “Hey, like what?”

“Pathetic.” You cooed at him, reaching out to brush his hair back. He sighed when you placed your cool hand on his forehead. “Weak and old. Hideous.”

“Well, this is all true bu–”

“Dolcezza!” Copia’s voice broke while he whined and he was overcome with a fit of coughing. You helped turn him so he was coughing away from you, rubbing his back as they came to an end. “Ugh, why are you here?”

“Someone has to take care of you.”

“You’re going to get sick too.” He rolled back over on his back with a groan. “I don’t want you to catch this.”

“I’ll just have to risk it.” You smoothed his hair out again, giving him a soft smile when he met your eyes. “I want to take care of you, Copia.”

“Fine, fine. Twist my arm.” He managed a weak smile and you resisted the urge to lean down and kiss him. “Thank you, amore.”

“You’re welcome, Papa.” You reached towards his night stand and grabbed the damp cloth you had set there earlier. Copia let out a relieved sigh when you wiped the sweat off his face. “Now, I’m going to clean you up a bit and then you’ll need to eat something before you take any more medicine.”

“I couldn’t possib–”

“It's homemade chicken noodle soup.”

You laughed when he grabbed your hand, his eyes lighting up at your words.

“Did Secondo make it?”

“Yes, your brothers gave me a care package for you.” Copia sniffled a bit and you let him pretend it was from his cold. You got up to grab the laundry basket Terzo had given you and brought it over to the bed, setting it at Copia’s feet so you could show him everything inside. “Your ghouls also added a few things.”

“Anything good?”

“Primo gave me a salve I’m supposed to rub on your chest.” You shook her head at him when he waggled his eyebrows. Even when feverish he couldn’t help himself. “And Terzo added a book and these penis shaped hard candies for your throat.”

“Where does he find this stuff?” Copia made grabby hands for the candies and you tossed them over. He opened the bag quickly, popping one into his mouth and smiling around it. “These aren’t bad though, what book is it?”

“The Hobbit.” His eyes immediately started watering and you frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing. He used to read that to me when we were kids.” Copia cleared his throat and smiled. “What did the ghouls send?”

“Um, Phantom knit you a sweater but he ran out of yarn so it’s missing a sleeve.” You held up the bright blue monstrosity that the quintessence ghoul had proudly shoved into your hands that morning. “Other than that you got some eucalyptus candles and tea, a few crossword puzzle books and Aurora is letting you borrow her box set of all the Halloween movies.”

Copia’s face lit up at the last item, both he and the ghoulette had bonded over an intense love for slasher movies. You laid the sweater over his chest and handed him the dvd’s then busied yourself putting the basket away and setting the candles around the room while you both pretended he wasn’t crying. After he blew his nose a few times you wandered back over, the book from Terzo in your hands. Copia yawned and settled back into his pillows while you fussed over him, helping him get comfortable.

“Will you read to me, amore?” You wanted to get him to eat some soup first, but rest would be good for him as well. As carefully as possible you got up on the bed and sat next to him, smiling when he scooted closer and rested his head against your thigh. “Just until I fall asleep.”

“Whatever you need, Copia. I’ll be right here.” His breath was already evening out, his body going limp as you ran your fingers through his hair. You quietly opened the book in your lap, taking a few seconds to watch him before you started to read. “In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit…”

If you'd like to be added/removed from the tag list (or if I accidentally left your name off) of this fic or any of my others please leave a comment or send me a dm! Thank you! Also if you'd prefer to only be tagged in my reader insert stuff that's ok! Feel free to let me know!

My Masterlist ~ My Archive of our Own ~ My Ko-Fi Tip Jar

#my fic #my writing #papa emeritus iv x gn reader #copia x gn reader #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfiction #papa emeritus iv fanfiction #copia fanfiction #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader

635 notes · View notes

emeritus-fuckers · 9 months

Note

How would the papas react to an unplanned pregnancy?

Papas and unplanned pregnancy

Primo

First of all, he's surprised.

He knows he is old, so he's mostly surprised that it took.

But, he is more than happy to sit with you through the pregnancy, or if you decide to terminate, he's also happy to pay for it.

He's kinda chill about the whole thing, tbh. Just wants to make sure you're comfortable.

Secondo

He is calm for about.. two seconds.

Then starts freaking out. He's a party man- He doesn't know how to deal with a kid!

Is probably more freaked out about it than you.

Don't get him wrong, he is happy if you decide to keep it. And he would likely clean up his act a little bit, and calm down from all the parties.. at least a little bit.

If you decide to terminate, he is also happy to hold your hand through the appointment, and help you afterwards.

Extremely freaked out, but going along with what you want.

Terzo

Immediately starts screaming.

At first, it's scared, Then its happy.

He loves kids!

He would be more than happy to keep the kid, and would be there the entire time. Treating you like an absolute god/goddess.

And if you decide to terminate, he will also understand. Make's sure you have the best doctor and you have the best pampering when recovering, if you need it.

Just very supportive.

Copia

"Oh amore!"

He is extremely happy. He love's kids and has always wanted one. He is so happy, immediately starts talking about names and how he can decorate the nursery, about how the ghouls will love the child.

If you decide to keep it, he is over the moon, hugging you and immediately looking for pregnancy vitamins.

If you decide to terminate, he understands. He will hold you and smile as he say's he will make the appointment. He cannot be pulled off of you for the entire appointment, and makes sure you're comfortable if you need anything after.

Just wants whatever makes you happy, a smile on his face the entire time.

Old Nihil

Completely flabbergasted.

Don't get me wrong, he knows he's fertile. He did make four sons (well, he doesn't know about one of them being his son, but that's a different story) and probably some... other unknown children.

He did not expect to make a kid at his current age, though!

Everything's up to you, really, but he will point out that he's... well, too old for a baby.

But if you decide to keep the kid, he's gonna try to at least help you out... somehow.

He's not very good at it, though.

Young Nihil

He is... not very happy.

It's not so much that he hates his kids (despite what it seems), there's just... a shit ton of trauma that nobody ever cared to deal with. (Please send him to therapy)

His first reaction is demanding you get rid of it and storming off.

He finally comes back the next morning, completely wasted.

He sees you crying and breaks down, too, finally opening up.

You talk for a long time before making a decision together.

If you keep it, he'll try his best. He will fuck up a lot, but he'll try.

If you terminate, he's gonna be with you and he'll hold you as long as you need afterwards.

Papas I-IV written by Zenith/Jasper.

Papa Nihil written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @dio-niisio @firefirevampire @mybotanicaldemise @emo-mess @natoncesaid @sirlsplayland @ouijaboardemo @lightbluuestars @igodownjustlikeholymary @thatoddboy @strawberriiblossoms @dark-angel-is-back @choco-meow69

64 notes · View notes

silverofthunder · 3 months

Text

☆ shadow of the past ☆

Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

summary: It was obvious that this was the only way out of the situation.

content: 2.8k words, mystery (kind of), drama, fantasy, romance, friendship

♡♡ part 1 ♡♡ part 2 ♡♡ part 3 ♡♡ part 4 ♡♡ part 5 ♡♡ part 6 ♡♡ part 7 ♡♡ part 8 ♡♡ part 9 ♡♡

It's been a while since the last part, so sorry about it. But Ghovie happened and then I wrote something else and... Well, you know how it goes. Not abandoning this story, though. And tbh, this part has been sitting on my file on my laptop for a while already, so... Enjoy!

”Seems like we interrupted your banging,” Terzo commented with a smirk as soon as you had gotten into the back room of the Hunter’s Moon. He wasn’t exactly wrong – you had been almost naked when the messages had come and so you had had to get dressed fast. And now that you looked at your shirt, you noticed it wasn’t buttoned right. You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks but did your best to ignore it.

Terzo was still smirking as you and Copia sat down on the free chairs. He was about to say something but Copia’s hand smacked to cover his mouth.

”Don’t even start,” Copia said, a warning tone in his voice. Terzo seemed to understand the message as he offered Copia a serious look and a nod, and Copia withdrew his hand.

”So what was the emergency?” you asked, really wanting to get to the point.

”The police stopped by. They found a young lady drained of blood nearby,” Primo explained, and you blinked as the words sunk in.

”Cazzo,” Copia cursed quietly beside you. ”Do they think one of us is behind it?”

”No, but they will surely keep an eye on us.”

”Do you know who might have --” you didn’t finish your question, and Copia’s hand found yours immediately, offering a light squeeze.

”Some newborn vampire, it seems. Probably didn’t realize they had taken too much blood and then it was too late, they panicked and left the body,” Secondo answered, massaging his temple.

”Can the police find them?” You were nervous, now facing a situation like this for the first time. Thinking about some vampire who couldn’t control themselves being on the loose… It was scary.

Secondo gave you a half-smile. ”They have vampires among them, too, so it shouldn’t be hard but still, we need to be prepared. And keep you safe.”

”What about Olivia?” you asked, not wanting them to forget her and your gaze met Terzo’s and he smiled at you warmly before his expression changed.

”If they touch her, they won’t be seeing another day.”

Terzo wasn’t joking, it was obvious, and you could only imagine what he would do if he caught the vampire. Your eyes went to Primo and Secondo who looked at Terzo with a mix of amusement and fondness and the sight warmed your chest.

”We need to keep our cool and make sure everyone stays safe. You,” Primo started, nodding towards you, ”and Olivia aren’t allowed to be alone late in the evening or at night.”

”Does that mean that we will get some body guards to look after us?”

Primo flashed you an amused smile. ”Basically yes.”

”And maybe it’s best that we all stay at the Ministry for a while,” Secondo stated.

”The Ministry?”

”It’s our enourmous mansion. Hasn’t Copia told you about it?”

You shook your head, turning to look at Copia who only offered you a apologetic smile and mouthed ’sorry’ right after. You rolled your eyes, letting out a long sigh.

”Why didn’t you tell about it?”

”It’s mostly used only for emergencies. We spend most of our time here or outside,” Copia answered and you nodded. It was weird that they didn’t live there – if you had a mansion, you surely would take all the pleasure out of it.

”Okay, so how long we have to stay there?”

All the brothers shared a look between them, until Primo answered.

”As long as it’s necessary.”

”Don’t worry, dear, you and Olivia will love the place,” Terzo said and you hoped that it would be the case when you eventually would get there and see it.

”I really hope they find that asshole vampire soon,” you said quietly and Copia squeezed your hand again.

”They will,” Primo stated, sounding so sure and you really wanted to believe him. But you couldn’t fully trust the words as the fear was making your gut feel unpleasant. This probably wasn’t a first time something like this happened but for some reason you had thought there was this unvoiced peace between vampires and people. That as long as no one would get hurt badly, everyone could live their lives as they wanted.

Honestly, you hadn’t really paid much attention to the news, especially the bad ones, so it was possible that you might have missed a several of this kind of cases. Still, this was way too good of a reminder of how dangerous the world with vampires in it was. People could be dangerous, too, but the power vampires had could be so much worse. One move and everything could turn into a chaos.

”Tesoro…” Copia’s voice reached your ears, pulling you out of your thoughts. Your gaze went to him, noticing the line of worry on his forehead as he looked at you.

”Sorry, I was just thinking…” you sighed. ”I suppose this is not the first time?”

”Sadly, no,” Copia said, bringing his hand up to cup your face. ”But we will be alright.”

You hummed, offering Copia a small smile.

”I thought you all would want to go search for the newborn and…”

All brothers chuckled in unison.

”Trust me, we all want to do that but it wouldn’t be wise now,” Secondo spoke, leaning back on his chair. ”It would be nice to give the newborn a little lesson, though.” He bared his fangs and smirked.

It was probably a half-joke but you could easily believe that there was some instinctive need to intervene hidden behind it. But the brothers chose not to intervene and you were glad of that. You didn’t want to end up in the middle of something that could be straight out of a horror movie. Now you only needed a place where you could be safe until the situation would be resolved.

And the only safe place now seemed to be the Ministry.

The week at the mansion had gone fast and just like Terzo had said, you loved the place. You fell in love with it instantly. It was enormous so you all had the space you needed and you had spent all your free alone time to exploring the mansion. There was a proper library in it, books from different times calling you to read them every time you walked between the high shelves.

The decor of the whole mansion reminded you of a church, it was old and decorative, colourful and you were sure you would never get bored of taking in all the details. It was truly beautiful and now you got to enjoy it as if it was your home. To you it was easier to adjust the situation but Olivia had had some hard time. She was just getting into the world of vampires and now she had to see the uglier side of it. She was clearly afraid, keeping her distance when she had the chance.

And it wasn’t easy as you had to still go to work but now you had at least two vampires coming with you, making sure you got the workplace and back to mansion safely. It was just a precaution – Emeritus brothers didn’t believe that the newborn would be imminent threat to you but they didn’t want to take any risks so you had to just accept that you wouldn’t be going out alone for a while. The club was still open as usual but the closing time was now moved to earlier and they were more strict with who could enter and anyone who was acting disturbingly would be directed out.

There had been no news of more bodies found, yet, which was good but the police still hadn’t found the newborn vampire. And every new day on the loose meant that another body could be found. It was unnerving but you had your ways to prevent your thoughts from going to the bad direction. As now, it was a late evening and you hadn’t gotten any sleep so you were sitting on the plush couch on the living room, this time a proper sketchbook in your hand, your vision clear in your mind as your hand moved the pen upon the page.

Soon you head footsteps approaching but didn’t look up to see who joined you. They sat on the couch and you could feel their eyes on you but they stayed silent, letting you do your work. A faint smell of something herbal reached your nose soon and you breathed it in, a small smile rising to your lips as you drew some long lines onto the page.

”For vampires, you surely can walk loudly,” you commented quietly, earning a little laugh from Primo.

”Would you prefer other way of approaching?” Primo get into the joke and you just chuckled, shaking your head.

”No, thanks. I don’t need a heart attack now.”

There was a tiny moment of silence before Primo spoke again.

”Are you alright?”

You let out a long sigh, dropping the pen onto the page, moving your gaze to Primo. His features were full of concern, the lines prominent on his face, shadows deeper under his eyes and for the fist time he looked old. Very old.

”I’m not saying this is easy but I guess I’m as good as I can be in this situation.”

Primo hummed, taking a sip from his tea.

”We’re all afraid. It’s been a while something like this has happened. Maintaining peace between us and humans hasn’t been easy. For most humans we’re still just bloodthirsty monsters but they don’t just dare to say it or do anything.”

”That image I also had in my head before I met Copia and you all. Actually, I wasn’t sure if I even believed your existence before that,” you spoke truthfully.

”You’ve come a long way from that and in a quite short time,” Primo said, a smile tucking at his lips.

”Yeah, I never expected that I would fall in love with a vampire.”

Primo chuckled, his whole lithe body shaking as he leaned back on the couch.

”We know how to charm people,” he stated, his expression turning into more serious. ”But the sad part is that most people leave running when they see the reality of our lives.”

”Everything that you can’t fully understand is scary,” you said, speaking from the experience. ”Your world is still mostly a mystery to me but I guess I will eventually learn to understand it.”

Primo’s brow quirked up. ”Ah, you want to turn.”

You nodded. ”Yes. No matter how much I think this all, I can’t see any other option. But…” you paused for a moment, shifting nervously, ”I’m kind of scared of the newborn thing. I mean, will I become some… killer machine?”

Opening up to Primo was surprisingly easy. If there was someone who would never judge, it was him. You could see why Copia adored him. He was the one everyone would need as their big brother. Or just some mentor.

”It’s possible but I think you have nothing to worry about. Copia – we all – will take care of you.”

You offered Primo a smile, appreciating him trying to ease your nerves.

”Newborns have harder time but with right kind of guidance they learn to control themselves. But mistakes are always possible and you have to prepare for it. You have to accept that sometimes you might kill someone, either accidentally or with purpose.”

Primo finished his tea and set the cup aside on the small table beside the couch, moving then closer to you. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you let your sketchbook slide off your lap and without a moment of thought leaned to wrap your arms around the vampire.

”Thank you,” you mumbled against his chest as his arms slid around you. Primo didn’t say anything, just hummed quietly, holding you a bit tighter and you let out a sigh, feeling how the nervousness slowly faded away.

Primo was right. You had four vampires close to you, ready to help you when you needed, and Olivia, too. There was no need to worry. Everything would be alright.

As soon as the brothers came back to the mansion after their workshift at the club, your stomach turned unpleasantly. The look on their faces told that something had happened and you didn’t have to guess twice what.

”They found another body close to the club,” Terzo said and Olivia gasped beside you, grabbing your hand tight. You shook your head and pulled her into a hug.

”We have to close the club for a moment,” Secondo added as he sat down on the nearest armchair. ”It’s not safe to be around there now.”

Fuck. This was what none of you wanted but it was only a matter of time before there would be another body.

”Why it was again left near the club?” you asked. It couldn’t be a coincidence. Two bodies in almost the same place was definitely suspicious.

The brothers shared a look before Primo answered.

”Someone wants to hurt us, it seems. Someone from our past.”

That didn’t sound good. Not at all.

”Who is it?”

There was a moment of silence and it only made you feel more anxious.

”She goes by the name Sister Imperator,” Copia said, coming to you and setting a hand on the small of your back.

You had never heard that name but it didn’t surprise you.

”And she is…?” Olivia joined in as she pulled away from you.

”One of the most vicious vampires you can imagine. She used to be quite powerful but it’s been at least hundred years since we’ve last heard from her,” Secondo said.

You blinked, finding it hard to believe what you were hearing. The brothers hadn’t shared much of their past yet and now you started to see why.

”The night we got turned into vampires… That was the same night as her husband died and he was with us,” Primo told, his gaze finding yours.

You tried to connect the dots and when one thought came to your mind, it made your skin crawl.

”Did you --?” you couldn’t finish the question.

”No, we didn’t kill him. We tried to save him but couldn’t do so. But she doesn’t believe us.”

”So this is about revenge?” Olivia chimed in again. ”The newborn…”

”The newborn isn’t a newborn. Just some poor vampire who does her dirty work,” Terzo said, walking to Olivia and wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Olivia leaned against him and you could see her body relaxing and a small smile rose to your lips.

”What are you going to do now?” you asked, turning to look at Copia. He looked worried as he pulled you closer to him as if to seek some comfort from you. You wrapped your arms around his middle, holding him tight, and he let out a breath, placing a quick kiss on your forehead.

”There are not much options, sadly,” Copia replied. ”She wants us.”

His words made your heart hurt and stomach turn again, so much you almost felt nauseous. Then the worst thought of all hit you and tears gathered into your eyes.

”No, you aren’t… You can’t. You’ll get yourselves killed.”

”She has tried that before and failed.” It was Secondo who now stood up, squeezing his hands into a fist and when he opened them again, the sharp nails were visible, his fangs now revealed and the other eye glowing red. Your gaze went to Olivia who was staring at Secondo with wide eyes, her mouth hanging slightly open. She wasn’t scared, it was more of a surprise and awe.

”We’re not alone,” Terzo said with a low voice and now his features turned into vampire-like, too, and Olivia turned to him. Terzo smiled at her, fangs on full display as his hand settled under her chin.

”He’s right,” Copia said and your gaze settled on him again. ”If we don’t stop this now, she will continue spilling innocent blood and everything will turn into a chaos.”

Sighing, you moved your other hand on Copia’s chest. You hoped you could help them but since you were a human, there wasn’t much you could do. Copia placed another kiss on your forehead, his lips lingering longer there this time and you swallowed, feeling the lump in your throat. It was obvious that this was the only way out of the situation.

”You need to come back in one piece,” you said, your voice a little shaky. ”All of you,” you added, turning your head to look at the others.

Primo stepped into the center of the living room, his whole appearance now screaming of danger power, and his brothers followed his lead until they all stood side by side, full on predator mode, watching you and Olivia. The air around them oozed of power, a power that could snap the life out of you in a blink of an eye.

They seemed so sure – not even an ounce of hesitation could be seen or sensed. And you couldn’t do anything else than trust that.

They would come back.

taglist: @nijiru

#papa emeritus iv x reader #copia x reader #ghost band fic #ghost band fanfic #jen writes fics

22 notes · View notes

noxturnalpascal · 5 months

Text

Happy Ending [IV]

Masterlist (with all warnings)

A/N: tía - aunt, tío - uncle, primo - cousin, dios mío - my god, chulo - pimp, bonito - pretty (masculine), mala - bad, cariño - darling, guapo - handsome, mi amor - my love

🩷 🌅 🌴

He leans down and keeps his hands gripping your ass, picking you up and folding you over his right shoulder. As he carries you towards the back door of his villa he turns his face and lovingly nibbles at your outer thigh, where the slit on your dress has exposed your skin to him. He can hear your quiet laughter muffled into his back and can feel your arms roaming around his body, gabbing at his butt, thighs, stomach, and chest. Once inside he gently plops you down on his king-sized mattress and towers over you, taking in the sight of you.

He pulls your right foot against the center of his chest and unties your shoe, a nude-colored strappy thing, brushing off any sand left on it as he goes. He repeats the same treatment on your left leg as you pull the zipper down on the side of your dress. He watches you shimmy out of it, revealing soft, nude-colored underwear and a strapless bra. He sees your phone sticking out of your bra and smiles, reaching down to pull it out and setting it on the side table. He moves to lean over you and you put your foot back in the center of his chest, stopping him.

“Why are you still dressed? Gimme a show Panchito,” you giggle.

He rolls his eyes but obliges you, moving back to the foot of the bed and unbuttoning his shirt. You watch him, laying on your back, perched on your elbows, eyes roaming his body. Slower you command, and he unbuttons the last two buttons in slow motion. No, faster, you say louder, and he throws his head back in laughter, sliding the shirt off his tanned shoulders. He toes his shoes off as he undoes his fly, waggling his hips for you as he does, causing you to erupt with giggles. He lets his pants drop to the floor and he stands before you wearing only his underwear and socks. He puts his socked foot up on the edge of the bed to show you.

“Take those off,” you laugh.

“You first,” he challenges.

The playfulness on your face slowly turns to desire. You sit up and reach your hands behind you, undoing your bra, and then you rip it off you, throwing it at him. He catches it but can’t take his eyes off you. He saw you in a bathing suit plenty of times but not since you were twenty, and even though he’s never seen you naked before he knows the scars, freckles, and wrinkles that dot your body now aren’t things he would have seen before.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Get over here,” you order.

He tugs his socks off quickly and then gets on the mattress, crawling across the bed to hover over you. Shit, he’s just realized he didn’t pack any condoms. This was the last thing he was expecting to happen this weekend.

“I don’t have-”

“It’s okay,” you answer the question he didn’t ask.

You put your hand on his cheek, running it backward and scratching your nails through his hair. He leans in to kiss you, moaning into your mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist. You push on his shoulder and before he realizes what’s happening you’ve flipped him onto his back, on top of him now and straddling his hips. His hands immediately go to cup your breasts, palming the weight of them, thumbs caressing the soft underside of the roundness, and then joining the index finger in lightly pinching your nipples.

You throw your head back and groan, fuuuuuuuuuuck, put your palms down on his chest and begin to drag your core over his covered length. Holy shit you’re so fucking beautiful. He’s seen you with your eyes closed, chasing your own pleasure so many times… but it’s never been this hot. Goddamn you feel so fucking good. You’re pressing against him, rolling along his shaft, and he can feel a wetness in the fabric of his underwear - from you or himself he’s not sure. You’re breathing heavy and whimpering, the same noises he’s heard you make a thousand times. Fuck this is so- oh shit.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT, fuck, sh-,” he babbles as your movements above him stall. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, shit, I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

“Did you just?”

“I’m so-, fuck, I swear I’m better than this at sex, I just-... I-.”

You lean down and plant your mouth on his, effectively shutting him up. Oh god he feels like he might cry. You peck your lips all over his, cooing to him that it’s okay, brushing your fingers along his forehead and curling them in some of his hair. Your hips are lifted off his, sparing him the overstimulation, and he relishes the feeling of your warm chest pressed to his own. Once he stops trying to continuously apologize, you pull back and swing your legs off him, sliding to the edge of the bed and reaching for your dress.

“You’re not leaving, are you?”

He immediately goes into a panic, worried he’s disappointed yet another person, not sure if he’ll be able to bear it this time. You turn your body back towards him, a slight sadness on your face.

“I don’t want you to feel-”

“Please stay,” he says at the same time, grabbing your hand in his, unconcerned with how desperate he sounds.

“-obligated,” you finish your sentence quietly.

“It’s not obligation, but you deserve better than that.”

“Frankie,” you say his real name, shit, “it’s okay, I promise. You don’t owe me anything.”

“Baby,” he sighs, the nickname slipping out. “You deserve good things too.”

You let him pull you back to the center of the bed, let him gently nudge your shoulders down to lie back, let him slowly peel your underwear down your legs. When he takes his place between your spread thighs he doesn’t even think about how you looked in your video. How could he? He’s got the woman of his dreams here in front of him in the flesh, and he’s finally - finally - going to taste you.

He takes a moment to admire you, noticing you have hair trimmed on your mound in a triangle shape while the rest of you is bare. He lies down on his belly, pushes his hands under you to wrap around your spread legs and begins kissing the insides of your thighs, each placement of his lips agonizingly closer to your sex. He can hear you whining but he can also see how badly you want this. He brings his mouth to your lips; puffy with a shine of arousal, probably sensitive from anticipation. He kisses you up one side and down the other, listening to your keening take on an even more elevated pitch. Christ, he can fucking smell how badly you want this.

He begins to softly touch his tongue along your seam, letting you cant your hips and guide his movements. He watches you shudder when he flattens his tongue against you, moving his head back and forth over your sensitive bud. Your legs spread wider and you reach both hands between them, grabbing fistfulls of his hair and already beginning to fall apart.

He lets you press his face deeper - pliable and happy to lap at you greedily - following your guidance to resume an up and down motion over your clit. He sets a steady pace, lets you control the pressure, and carefully watches your face. Your eyes are scrunched closed and your head begins to nod as he hears your painting turn to yesyesyesyesyesyesyes. He reaches his right hand up to grab at your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple, sending you screaming over the edge of your orgasm.

He gently licks and kisses all around you, as you twitch and squeeze his head with your thighs, recovering from your peak. He trails his mouth up your abdomen and over your breasts, nuzzling their roundness with his nose and teasing over your nipples with his tongue. You groan in pleasure under him, slowly dragging your nails across his scalp. Moving up your body he sucks tenderly at your neck and then meets your mouth, sliding his tongue past your lips and giving you the sweet taste of yourself.

“That was…” you trail off.

“The next one’s gonna be even better.”

“So, you think this is gonna happen again, huh?” you tease.

“Baby,” he slides his hand down your body and cups your center. “It’s gonna happen right now.”

He watches your eyes go wide as he bypasses your sensitive nub and slowly slides a finger into your hot, wet clutch. You grab his face and pull it back to yours, mashing your lips to his and letting out a long, muffled moan. You’re so open and wet from your release that his finger moves easily, so he pulls his hand back and adds a second finger, pushing them smoothly inside. He hears you react, keening and writhing under him, just like he always dreamed about. His palm presses against your core, giving you indirect stimulation on your clit as he starts to curl his fingers inwards, pressing against your inner wall.

He increases his speed and pressure, making bigger movements with his hands in response to your heightening reactions. He watches your body, the way your muscles undulate beneath your skin as you clench your jaw, the way your hands claw at his sides, the way your legs kick and your body jolts. He hears your breath hitching, your lips babbling words, the wet sounds of your cunt filling the room. He slides a third finger in and you shove your face against his neck, crying out against him, your moist breaths rhythmically heating his skin. He continues to press the heel of his hand against your hooded bud, curling his fingers inside you while moving his arm up and down to press firmly against the spot inside of you that’s driving you wild.

“All right baby, all right baby,” he says against your temple. “Come on, now”

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod.”

“Just let go baby,” he coos. “Come on. Come on.”

You finally let go, throwing your head back on the pillow and biting back your moan until you begin to feel the change. Just as he expected, a stream of warm liquid leaves you, and he hears you gasping above him, shocked but lost in the movement of his hands, working to coax more out of you. Holy shit, holy shit, he hears you murmuring, continuing to leak out over his hand, soaking his high thread-count sheets. He thinks - technically they’re your sheets - so no harm done. He slows down the movements of his hand and lets you catch your breath, kissing the side of your face and showering you with praise.

“You did so good baby, what a good job you did,” he whispers, and hears you let out a strangled sob. “You did so good for me, you’re so beautiful, look at you. So good.”

“That- …That’s-” you pant, struggling to catch your breath. “That’s never… never… happened to me before.”

“Did it feel good?”

“I think you know it did,” you pin him with a look. “Pancho Bonito.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him chest-to-chest, both of you opening your mouths and lazily exploring the other’s with your tongue. Your lips cover every inch of his face, your fingers brushing back the curls of hair that fell forward on his forehead. His tongue tastes every inch of your neck, thumbs swiping the tears that have spilled over the corners of your eyes. He rolls his body halfway on top of you and you pull your head back, looking shocked.

“What is going on down there, Mr. Morales?”

He chuckles. “That, my innocent little angel, is an erection. You see when a man and a woma-”

Your laughter interrupts him. “Yes, Francisco, I know what a boner is. But what are you - a forty one year old man who just came - doing with one?”

“I’ll tell you whose fault it is,” he leans his head down and envelops your nipple into his mouth, circles his tongue around the pebbled bud, and pulls his mouth off with a pop. “That gal right there.”

“My left tit?”

“Oh, not just her,” he says as he repeats the attention on your other breast. “They’re both guilty.”

You squeal as he flips you over to the drier side of the bed, moving to your ass and groping the rounded flesh in his hands. He leans down and bites one of your cheeks gently, smushing his nose against the swell and muttering this has been teasing me all night too into your damp skin. He slowly crawls up your body, placing more kisses and nips along your back as he goes, finding dimples and stretch marks and freckles to cast guilt upon as he goes, worshiping each before moving along to the next.

When his head is just above yours, he presses himself down into you, sliding his cock along the crack of your ass, letting his pubic hair scratch at your soft skin. Your hair is still up - albeit far from the polished look you wore before- and he reaches down to brush the strands of loose hair off your neck and back from your face. He leans his face down and slowly rubs his trimmed stubble along your cheek, putting his mouth to your ear and giving it a lick with his tongue before touching his teeth to the lobe, carefully tugging it and eliciting more noises from you.

“Those noises you make are the most guilty of them all,” he huffs in your ear. You respond with a whine. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you like this?” He licks the shell of your ear and kisses behind it. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming of you under me like this?”

He presses his hips down, into your backside harder, and he watches you turn your face and moan into the pillow. He grabs your hair in a firm but gentle grip and turns your face back to the side.

“Baby, no. Please don’t keep those noises quiet.”

He moves back to his knees and pulls your hips up, your knees between his and your ass lifted in the air. Both hands move to your ass again and he firmly grips each cheek, clenching his teeth in a snarl.

“You better relax back there Panchito, or you’re gonna have another mess in your pants.”

Mala, he tuts as he slaps a hand on one of your cheeks, garnering a yelp and a chuckle from you. He soothes his hand over the mark and he watches goosebumps roll across your back.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he praises, maneuvering his sticky, come-filled underwear over his hips and down his legs, pulling them carefully off one leg and then the other. He takes his dick in his hand, lazily pumping it, staring at you open and exposed in front of him. You turn your face and it catches his eye, both of you making eye contact before he watches your eyes trail down his body and land on his cock. Your eyes get bigger and your face relaxes, your lips part and you huff out a breath.

“Jesus, fuck,” you groan. “Why is it so perfect?”

Your reaction has Frankie chuckling, but bury your face back in the pillow. He reaches forward with one hand and grips your hips, his other hand bringing his tip to notch at your entrance. He hears you moaning again into the pillow so he lightly slaps your ass in the same spot, and you turn your head to let him hear the end of it.

“You want this?”

“Yes. Frankie-,” you whine. “My Pancho… yes.”

Frankie pushes himself into your warmth, both of you making sounds of relief. Holy shit you feel so good. His hands gripping your hips, he thrusts slowly and shallowly, gradually working himself in. You’re still plenty lubricated but Frankie’s been told his dick is on the larger side of average, so he knows he has to ease his way in so the stretch isn’t overwhelming. He finally fits it all in, his pelvis coming to rest flush against your backside. He pauses and lets you adjust, noting your approval of his methods when he hears you simpering ohmygod it’s so big, fuuuuck.

You reach a hand back and put it over one of his hands on your hips and squeeze it, a signal for him to move. Steadily, he pulls out and pushes into you, listening to you, watching you, following your unspoken cues that he’s doing what you like. He wants to make sure you’re not in any discomfort, he wants you to feel as good as he does, he wants to give you everything he has. He begins to snap his hips harder, pressing deep into you, and you cry out. For half a second he’s worried that he hurt you but then he feels your hand snake between both of your legs and cup his balls, urging him on.

He snaps his hips shallowly, letting you tug on his balls, listening to the pounding sounds of you whimpering, hearing you getting wetter, and he’s grunting and growling above you, fingers digging bruises into the flesh at your hips. So fucking good he hears you keen and he knows he’s close, he hopes you are too. But he doesn’t want it like this, not for the first time. He stops his movements and pulls out, earning a loud nooo from you. He gently turns you over and moves between your spread thighs, pushing them apart and back into your chest.

“I need to see you,” he leans down and kisses you. “Need to see you come on my cock, baby.”

He slides his dick back in and you both cry out, resuming his pace as he snaps his hips into you. He’s pushing down on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees back into your chest, and you bring your arms around them to hold them tight to you. This is the best sex he’s ever had. He leans over you and kisses wherever he can reach, feels his muscles burning with exertion, feels sweat dripping down his back, feels the clutch of your pussy gripping him tight. He slams himself deep into you, grinding himself onto your pussy, stimulating your clit with every thrust.

“Fuck, Frankie, fuck. I-, oh my god, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-.”

“That’s it baby, yes baby,” he encourages as he feels your pussy clamp and throb around him.

He leans back and watches you come undone again, continuing to fuck up into you even as you begin to squirt again, the liquid pouring out around his cock and spraying onto both of your legs. He slides his thumb up and down over your clit and watches another wave hit you, gasping and dripping and clenching. You’re so beautiful like this. He needs to come. He pumps himself into you again, hard, chasing his release. He hears you begging him to give it to you, to come inside you. Frankie can’t wait one more second. He manages to get a few more deep thrusts in before he stills, grunting loudly, his cock pulsing, rope after rope of his come painting your walls. He keeps groaning above you as he finishes coming, pulling out of you slowly, tapping himself down on your clit to watch you shiver beneath him, and looking at his spend slowly leaking out of you.

“You were right,” you exhale.

“I know,” he quips. “About what?”

You chuckle tiredly. Panchito. “You were right about being better at sex than that.”

He huffs a laugh in response as you both crawl out of bed, standing on shaky legs. You check your phone and then motion for him to follow you outside.

---

Standing under the hot water of the outdoor shower, you both lean against each other for support, letting the warm water run rivulets down your sweat and come-soaked bodies. His hands roam over you, caressing and massaging all of the skin he touches. He kisses the top of your head and hears you sigh.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” he admits.

“Who, me?”

“No cariño, the other woman I just had mind-blowing sex with,” he teases as he pinches your ass.

You laugh. “What do you mean? Whatcha been thinkin’ about?”

“Well sometimes when I’m at the lowest points in my life I like to look back on some of the high points.”

He’s thinking that he’s glad he doesn’t have to look you in the face when he says this but then you pull back and make him look at you, your big eyes looking straight into his soul.

“I’m a high point?”

“Oh, baby…” he pulls you back to his chest so he doesn’t get lost in your gaze. He lets a long pause go by, just the sounds of the water falling, the rhythmic waves against the shore, the breeze blowing through the trees, and your shared breaths. “I was basically in love with you back then.” Another long pause goes by and you groan into his chest.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” he shrugs.

You push back from him, separating your torsos but keeping his arms around you. You look wrecked.

“All I ever wanted to do was ruin our friendship,” you whine.

“What?”

“Pancho, I was fucking crazy about you, are you kidding me?”

“You-,” What? “No,” no, that can’t be. “But you were-,” way too good for him. “Since when?”

“Um, since the moment I tapped you on the shoulder and asked you to dance,” you say as if it's obvious.

“No, nonono, you told me your friend wanted to dance with me.”

“Yeah I lied… I was the fuckin’ friend.”

“I-,” whatthefuck, “why didn’t you say anything?” Now he’s sure that he looks wrecked.

“I don’t know,” you say, worrying your teeth on your lower lip. “I’ve thought about that a lot over the years, even more over the last week,” you take a deep breath and exhale, tucking your face into his neck, kissing at the water droplets dripping down his skin there. “I thought you wouldn’t want someone like me, wouldn’t want to take home a girl like me to your mother. I’m not sure if it was immaturity or insecurity or a combination of the two.” He squeezes you tighter.

Not want ‘a girl like you’? You’re all he’s ever wanted. What difference would ‘a girl like you’ have made in his life? Maybe all the shit he’s still slogging through wouldn’t have even existed.

Eventually you let go of each other and stand next to each other beneath the twin shower heads. He leans his head forward, letting the water push his long hair over his forehead, dripping into his eyes and obscuring his view of you, which he can’t stop admiring. You take your hair down and hold your whole body under the rainfall showerhead, rubbing your hands along your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw, your neck, your arms. He watches you touch the path his mouth took along your body, tracing over your pebbled buds, dipping your fingers into your folds, sliding your palms over your ass. He watches the cascading water wash away any remaining traces of makeup, and sand, and Frankie.

When you come back in the room he immediately notices the bed is remade and all the clothes you stripped off each other are gone. What the fuck? He stops just inside the door and points, but before he can ask outloud you grab his hand and mumble Kiki, then pull him onto the fresh sheets with you.

“Still want me to stay?”

“Of course I do,” he whispers into the nape of your neck, pulling your warm, smooth body against his front.

#francisco morales #frankie catfish morales #happy ending #noxturnalpascal #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x reader #triple frontier fanfic #triple frontier fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #Frankie Friday #writing challenge 2.0 #iamasaddie prompt

28 notes · View notes

ghostsmybeloved · 2 years

Text

Fond Memories

Papa Emeritus IV (Copia) x Reader

Summary: Papa had no idea who you were, or how you came to suddenly be such an important thing in his life. He wasn't complaining though.

Words: 3.2k

Copia held his head down as he rushed through the Abbey towards the abandoned wing, tears threatening to fall as he could hear members of the Higher Clergy call out behind him. The Papa didn’t care though, he needed to escape away from his Papal duties.

As he entered the abandoned wing, the atmosphere almost immediately changed. He could hear scampering of nonexistent creatures, the wind whistling past him as he continued on his journey. Copia figured it was just his paranoia, his anxiety as the Papa ignored the feel of eyes on his back.

The Papa grew closer to the old practice rooms, used by Papa Nihil when the Ghost Project was first founded. The wing had been abandoned when Nihil tried to turn away from the spotlight of the stage. Copia had heard stories about the wing growing up, but none of them suddenly came to his mind as he continued his trek.

Slowly, faint singing reached his ears as he stopped. If his Ghouls were here, he’d deny that he was nervous, scared even, but in his moment of isolation, Copia thought of turning around. As the Papa remained still, he could slowly hear the lyrics more clearly.

As if his body moves on its own, Copia found himself following the sing as he came upon one of the practice rooms. Silently opening the door, he found himself in the presence of you, who hadn’t quite noticed the Papa.

Your singing of Life Eternal had both your and the Papa’s attention, sitting on the piano bench as your fingers grazed above the old piano. You weren’t playing it, your fingers barely above the keys as you sang. Copia started swaying to the song, smiling softly as he felt his worries from earlier slip away like they were swept up by the ocean.

“Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?” you finished, opening your eyes to feel the mismatched eyes on your body, making you tense up and turn around. Copia jumped at your turn, clearing his throat.

“Ah so sorry for interrupting! I just- uh- heard your voce incantevole!” Copia stuttered, making you giggle as he cleared his throat again, “You are a- uh- beautiful- I mean great- singer…yeah.”

Your smile held even though your giggling stopped, “Well I am glad you enjoyed it Papa. It is one of my favorite songs from the Ghost Project. Your singing is so much better than mine, but I am honored that you praise me.”

“I am Papa- Copia, I mean. Per favore, chiamami Copia.”

“Well what brings you to my wing Copia?” You scoot over on your bench, offering the Papa to sit down with a bright smile on your face. Who is he to deny your offer?

Striding to the stage, he quickly gets up and sits down on the bench next to you as you both face the piano keys. Your fingers dance above the keys once again, like you were teasing both him and the piano of a performance.

Copia takes a deep breath as he begins to spill his Papal secrets, “Mi nascondo. The meeting with the Higher Clergy today did not go as planned, they doubt my abilities. They want me to be like my brothers before, while being nothing like them.”

Finally, your fingers grace the piano keys as you started performing a piece Copia had never heard before as you spoke, “Do not listen to them. The differences between Primo, Secondo, and Terzo is what made them shine so bright when they stood on those stages.”

The Papa does not reply, listening to the old piano as he closes his eyes. The piano was withered by age, yet despite the disoriented sound that was hidden underneath the music, it was still beautiful. It reminded him of one of the Ghoul’s lullabies, making Copia quietly hum along to the keys.

You two stayed sitting as you performed while he hummed. Copia had no idea how long time had passed, he didn’t care much, until your piece ended. Before the Papa could praise or ask for another, you took his hands and guided him back to the abandoned commons.

“What-”

“Papa! There you are!”

Copia quickly turned around at the mention of his title, seeing Aether rush over to him. The Ghoul looked exhausted, like had overused his Quintessence energy again. Though, he still was filled with joy to find the Papa.

“My Ghoul! Aether, this is-”

As he turned around, the Papa didn't see you behind him anymore, like you snuck away. Seeing this, Copia’s words died on his tongue as he looked between Aether and where you were standing.

"Are you alright Papa?" Aether asked, putting his claw on Copia's shoulder, making him look at the Ghoul, "Are you seeing things?"

"No, no, no. Giuro, qualcuno è stato qui!"

Aether looked at the Papa concerned, before nodding, "You can tell us all about this mystery person back in the Den, okay?"

"..okay."

* * *

Copia was restless in his seat, desperate to be free of another meeting with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil. She was scolding him for rushing out of yesterday's meeting, but her words never reached the Papa's ears. He wanted to rush back to the abandoned wing to see if you were there again.

"Are you even listening?!" Sister Imperator growled, making Copia snap to look at her. She had a scowl on her face when he looked at her.

"Of course I am, Sorella. I am just tired."

It wasn’t a complete lie. He was tired, he hadn’t gotten much sleep because he couldn’t get you out of his head, your singing of his song and your performance on the old piano. You felt so familiar to the Papa, but he couldn’t understand why.

Papa Nihil went to say something, but Sister Imperator quickly glared at him, making him shut up with a quiet apology. She turned her attention back to Copia with a fake smile, her eyes glaring daggers. If the Papa wasn't so distracted by the thought of you, he might've been intimidated by her.

Sister Imperator rose out of her seat quietly, striding over to Copia's desk, "How about you get some rest, C? Your assistant can do the rest of your work today."

The Papa sighed quietly, nodding as Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil left the room arguing about something. Copia didn’t really care what they were arguing about, he cared that this was the perfect time to escape and try to find you again.

As he listened to the faint footsteps get fainter, Copia took this as his time to escape as he slipped out of his office and down towards the abandoned wing. Unlike yesterday, his anxiety and sorrow was replaced with excitement and a fluttery sense.

Creeping behind the wing’s large doors, he smiled brightly as he almost ran down the hallway. The small footsteps of creatures and the wind whistling didn’t bother the Papa today, he was too focused on seeing you again. You were like his most sinful dream, a gift from Lord Lucifer himself.

Copia entered the abandoned commons to see you sitting on the floor, noticing that the couches were far too dusty for anyone to sit on. In your hand was a book he was all too familiar with, it was an ancient Latin book that only the most knowable Clergy could read.

“Hello…” Copia squeaked out, mentally slapping himself for the sudden nervousness around you. Hearing his voice, you turned around with a big smile on your face, “Ci scusiamo per l'intrusione.”

“Oh no Papa, it’s no intrusion. Between us, I shouldn’t even be here, but I tend to get quite lost,” you chuckled, patting the spot next to you as another offer to the Papa, “Come, sit. I knew you’d be back.”

“You did?”

You made a quiet noise in response, nodding your head as he walked over to sit next to you. Once Copia was seated, you moved the book to rest on your legs to share it with the Papa next to you. It was senseless gibberish to him, but you looked like you understood it all.

The two of you made eye contact, making Copia blush and quickly look down at the book, “You.. uh… understand this book?”

“Ah yes. My father taught me when I was young. He told me it was going to be a great skill.”

“Your father? Is he a part of our church?”

You hesitated, opening your mouth to speak as you took a couple of seconds before answering, “No. My father… does not agree with my choices.”

“E tua madre?” Copia is quick to ask. A little too quick which makes him quickly speak again, “Sorry, nothing bad! I am just curious!”

You giggled again with a bright smile on your face as he stuttered over his words again. He felt like such a fool in front of you, but hearing your laugh was worth it. It warmed the Papa more than the deepest pit of Hell could.

“I never knew my mother, I don’t know whether she died or just didn’t want anything to do with me,” you explain, your smile turning sorrowfully as you looked up at Copia, “It was just my father before I joined.”

“I am an orphan,” Copia admits, making you squeeze his hand gently, “I was left on the Abbey’s steps one day with nothing. I was one of the few orphans to stay within the church though.”

“That must have been hard.”

Copia hums in response before turning his attention back to the book, “Can you tell me what it says?”

“Its written about our Lord, describing His kindness. Have you ever felt His presence, Copia?" You looked over at him, your hand still on top of his as you questioned again, "Have you heard His messages?"

Copia feels his heart to race, pounding in his chest like a cage. He doesn't know if it's racing because of your hand or your questions, but he quickly responds, "I haven't. I pretend to do so, I am Papa, but I have not. È vergognoso."

"I think those closest to our Lord don't hear His words because they are going down the right path."

Copia smiles softly as you start reading from the book, your voice soothing the Papa. He wasn't listening to your words, instead focusing on your voice. It sounded sweeter than any fruit of Eden.

As you ended the chapter, the Papa was so grateful you read to him. He hardly listened to the chapter, he knew it was bad since it was about Lucifer, but he couldn’t help himself. Copia loved your voice and your talent.

Looking up at the old grandfather clock, you hummed in disappointment, “It’s time for you to go Copia. Dinner starts soon.”

“Hm?” Copia looked at the grandfather clock and gasped, shooting up, “Oh no! I’m late! I promised to help set the tables in the grand hall!”

Before he knew it, he was rushing out the hall without saying goodbye to you, and without even getting your name. Copia only realized it as soon as he got to the grand hall, his frown apparent as he looked back in the direction of the wing.

Tomorrow, the Papa promises himself, tomorrow he’ll get your name.

****

Tomorrow came and went, along with many more weeks as he visited you daily. Every day the Papa sees you, you are doing something different. Copia then is mesmerized by what you have to say, he listens for hours and hours, which only feels like minutes, till someone finds him or he has another event.

Every time, he doesn’t get your name, and every day he promises himself the next day. Copia has told his Ghouls all about you, the way your eyes shined when you spoke, the beautiful laughter of yours.

Today was just like any other, the Papa practically skipped to the abandoned wing with such joy of seeing you again. As he reached the large doors, Copia couldn’t help, but push them both open to make a grand entrance.

Entering the commons, Copia noticed how you weren’t sitting on the floor like you have been a couple of times. He shrugged it off and went through the practice rooms with no sights of you. Slowly, anxiety creeped up the Papa’s neck as he opened almost every room to look for you.

When he came up empty handed, he glanced at the old summoning room as he gulped. You had joked with the Papa that the summoning room held a beast that could tear humans apart with no trouble. Your joke now didn’t seem so funny as he stood in front of the oak door.

With a great hesitation, his breath hitched as he slowly opened the door. Copia peaked his head in to see a fire within the circle reach to the stone ceiling. As he stumbled in, the Papa saw you standing in front of fire with a frown on your face.

“What’re you doing?” Copia asked, making you sigh with the flames dancing off of your face, “I asked what’re you doing?”

“I cannot stay, Copia, my time is over. I failed.”

“What do you mean?”

You looked over at the Papa, tears streaming down your face as you spoke, “You're not the son of Satan, none of the Papas have been or will be.”

“Step away from the fire, piccolo topo, let’s talk about this somewhere else,” Copia begs, slowly walking closer to you as you continue to cry, “Explain it all to me, please. We can go to the gardens.”

The flames quickly died as you stepped towards him, grabbing the Papa’s wrist as you stormed towards the exit of the Abbey in the wing and out into the cold October night. You dragged him into the forest, muttering something about it being your last chance. You finally let go when you brought him to a clearing.

“Do you remember this place?” you asked, facing Copia as you spoke, “Do you have any of your memories? We were right here! Years upon years ago!”

With a wave of your hand, the surrounding forest changed as someone who looked oddly like Copia stood in front of you. He had a beautiful set of white wings that protected him as you had the same. His voice was similar to Copia’s, but a bit deeper.

“Y/N,” he spoke clearly, making you almost take a step forward.

“Yes?”

He looked back towards the now changed forest, “I’m going to stay and fight for these humans. You don’t have to do this with me.”

“But I want to!” you exclaimed, finally taking a step forward as you tried to reach out for him. Copia saw your desperation and your pain in your eyes as tears fell into the grass.

“I know you do. Please please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed, and if we win, we can never go home,” he explains, going to grab your hands, only to go through them.

You smiled sadly as you moved your hands like they were in his, “Why would I ever want to go home if you’re here?”

“My angel, you’re wonderful,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you, but as soon as he was close enough, he disappeared along with the surroundings.

“Everything I ever did, I did for you.”

“I don’t understand…”

You turned to face the Papa as you grabbed his hands and held them close to your heart, “You aren’t the child of Satan, because you are Satan! You’re Satan and I’m your angel! Please please remember!”

Copia subconsciously took a step back, overwhelmed by your frantic words. You took this as a rejection, sighing as you let go of the Papa’s hands. Muttering a small goodbye, wings sprouted from your back as you took off, leaving him alone in the clearing.

“No! Wait!”

It was too late, you were gone by the time he called out. Copia was alone once again, with new memories.

* * *

It had been months since you left, every day for the first month he kept going back to the wing for you, but there was nothing. You had left a hole in the Papa’s heart he didn’t know was there. Even though you weren’t in the abandoned wing, he still found himself going there to process his new memories.

Copia had only told his Ghouls of his discovery with you about his true history, to which all responded with joy. They knew who he was, but it wasn’t their place to tell him. They asked about you a lot, knowing you as the ruler of Hell after Lucifer disappeared.

As his memories of Lucifer slowly came back to him in waves, he found himself missing you even more. The Papa started searching through books for a way to summon you back to Earth, but even with the Ghouls help, the search came up empty.

Until one day, Copia finally found the book you had read him all those months ago, which now thinking about it was almost two years ago. The final page had a ritual, a way to summon the ruler of Hell for those brave souls who were stupid enough to try it.

Copia was more than willing to do it.

The Papa gathered all of the Ghouls in the Abbey for the ritual, telling some to protect the wing and the summoning room as he prepared for it. Chatter was large as Copia grew the signs needed for the ritual with the help of Aether and other Quintessent Ghouls.

It was midnight now, the bell ringing through the Abbey to signal the time. Copia took this time to start the ritual, chanting with the Ghouls as the flame started in the summoning circle. The Papa almost cried at the sight as he heard your voice ring through the room as you sang.

Once the fire calmed down, he finally saw you again, just like the first time all over again. You were singing Life Eternal, your eyes closed as you stood in the circle. All Ghouls gasped, bowing as they quieted down.

“Can you see me longing for you forever?” you sang, slowly opening your eyes as you gasped at the sight. You turned around till you faced Copia once again, “Copia? What’s going on?”

“Ciao mio angelo,” Copia whispered, making you gasp once again as your hands found a home against your mouth. The Papa held out his hand for you to take, “I have missed you so much. I could not wait to see you again.”

“My Lucifer!”

You sob, rushing into his arms as Copia cradled you, running his fingers through your hair. He finally held you in his arms again, your Hellish warmth mixing with his as you two hugged. Slowly, the Papa lifted your head to look at him as he pulled you in for a kiss. Copia finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon.

So sorry for not posting for awhile! I got a little bit of writer's block. I hope you enjoyed this!

#ghostsmybeloved works #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #aether ghoul #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #sister imperator #papa nihil

210 notes · View notes

dantesunbreaker · 1 year

Text

Ditch of Despair

Papa Emeritus IV x Reader (based off me falling in a trench the other day, fluff, anxiety, hurt/comfort, 1.9k words)

You are working outside when you manage to trip and fall. But a certain Papa finds you and comes to your rescue!

Warm sunlight seeps out between a cover of thin wispy clouds reaching across the blue sky. Birds chirp their beautiful evening songs from the trees above. Sweat clings to your skin in a thin even layer, a single river trickling down between your shoulder blades to pool at the small of your back.

Luckily, despite The Clergy’s insistence that all Siblings of Sin are to wear uniforms, you had yet to encounter anyone who would enforce said dress code. And thank Satan for that. Otherwise you would have long since melted into a puddle under the sun. Wearing a pair of shorts and an all too big cut off shirt was all that was sparing you from the full brunt of the blazing Summer heat. Plans had been set to build a gazebo near their small pond in order to make the church grounds seem more lively and inviting. You happen to be among the Siblings tasked with making it happen.

Others had been with you through the day and afternoon, but without a supervisor to oversee their work, they all had decided to call the day early around 3PM. Ever the workaholic however, you were set on working until the expected 5PM cut off time. Even if that meant working alone. Why prolong a project more than is necessary? So, alone you stand as you place a level along a cross beam that would soon make up the floor. A few minor adjustments are made before you are expertly securing the board into place.

Along the outer edge of the frame of the gazebo some of the Brothers have dug small trenches where Primo plans to plant some of his rhododendrons. You remain completely unaware of the uneven earth surrounding you. Okay okay, so maybe you did know about your Brothers digging around the worksite. But what’s the phrase? Out of sight out of mind?

Taking a step backwards as you are turning around surely isn’t your brightest idea, but you are already in motion before the thought crosses your mind. Big mistake. As your foot twists along with you, it catches the edge of one of the many ditches and has your balance immediately thrown out the window. Strings of curses spill from your mouth as your world begins to turn horizontal.

Your ankle hits first, exposed skin dragging along rough dirt until the flesh is pink and raw. From ankle to knee your shin burns with the friction along the disheveled earth you come crashing down upon. All too late for salvation, your palms catch the grass in a futile attempt to stop your already stalled momentum, right hand catching and slicing layers deep. Flat on the ground you lie as you wait for the thunder in your chest to cease. But it doesn’t.

Tears bubble at the corner of your eyes as you try to make sense of what’s up from down. Frustration fueled panic sets in, inducing your anxiety to cloud your senses. Stomach churning, you can’t bring yourself to lift up and out from the shallow ditch. Can’t bring yourself to assess the damage. You are content to wallow in the makeshift grave until either the passing of the feeling of impending doom or Satan himself is ready to come claim you. Pressing your face down you try to let the soft grass kiss your cheeks and muffle the stutter of your quiet sobs.

“Caro, are you out here?” A breath hitches in your throat at the sound of a familiar accented voice. One you have grown to love, but one you dread to face in your current state.

Maybe, just maybe if you hold ever so still enough he won’t be able to spot you. But he isn’t that prehistoric. The last thing you want is your partner seeing you in such a sorry state. But you hear the crunch of footfalls through grass continues to creep closer. You can’t bring yourself to lift your head as the footsteps halt a few feet away.

“Napping on the job are we now, amore?” From an outsider’s view it surely looked as if you had stepped into the small hole and spread your upper half out amongst the grass.

You are somewhat sprawled out in an awkward way that if anxiety wasn’t killing you, you would find it quite comical as well. Kind of like a starfish clinging to the rocks of the tidepools. But we don’t always get what we want. Giving the single most pathetic whimper you have ever heard, you lift your head just enough to expose your big watery eyes and trembling bottom lip. Mismatched mirthful gaze turns somber within seconds as Papa Emeritus IV drops to a knee before you.

“Oh, caro, what happened? Did you take a tumble?” Copia speaks in such an easy soothing tone that is full of concern. At your nod, he gives the most heart wrenching frown. “May I see? Can you do that for me, amore?”

Stifling another sniffle you drop your face back into the grass but you lift your stinging hand, outstretching it away from you. Leather clad hands grasp your hand in a feather light touch before delicately turning it palm up. A whine leaves your lips as a thumb brushes along what you can only assume is a large gash splitting your palm.

“It’s not so bad topolino. Come take a look, si?” You really don’t want to, but as both thumbs move to rub gentle circles along your wrist you know that you have to. “Prometto, it truly is not as bad as you may think, amore mio.”

Sucking a deep breath in hopes it will provide the strength you require, you lift your head once again. Your eyes follow the same path as the mismatched pair before you to take in the damage.

“Oh...”

You feel just as small as you are sure your voice sounds in the moment. A mere two inch cut is what you see before you. Blood is clearly seen between the torn skin, but it is trapped below the surface of another layer of skin already sealed off due to the angle of the wound. Embarrassment flushes your cheeks as you drop your head and let out a pitiful wail. Tugging at your arm, you try to pull from Copia’s grasp to curl up in on yourself. But he holds fast.

“No, no none of that! There is nothing to be ashamed of mio dolce ragazzo!” His hands slide down your forearm to grasp just above the elbow. As you pause your retreat, Copia takes that as his go ahead to continue. “Will you come out so I may see all of you?”

Eyes lifting to meet those of your lover, you silently beg for him to lend you some of his strength. Sensing what you need, Copia gives you a bright beaming smile that tells you without words that he believes in all that you are. Another whimper passes your lips, but in a way that communicates your appreciation.

Reaching your other arm out towards Copia, you wait for him to take hold and begin to move backwards. Half being pulled and half crawling, you manage to slither out of your pit of despair only to sprawl awkwardly partially in Copia’s lap. He hums and coos at you as he shuffles your limbs around until you are cradled perfectly between his legs and side pressed to his chest.

“That’s it,” Copia gives one of those old man sighs of comfort and content as he gives you praise and holds you to him. “Now let Papa see the rest, si? Let me take care of you.”

Nodding, still not quite ready to use your words, you press your face into his neck and point him towards your shins. Unlike your palm, your left leg looks a bit worse for wear. From ankle to knee your skin is a practically glowing shade of radiant pink. Patches of skin in areas are rubbed away and completely raw, oozing bits of blood and plasma. It will certainly be a big mess of scabs come the following day.

“You will be fine,” Copia’s soothing voice hums as one hand rubs up and down your bicep. “Just a few scrapes and booboos, nothing you cannot handle, si?”

Once again you nod, head tucked nicely into his neck. But that is all the answer Copia needs. Rather than pushing you before you are ready, Copia is content to simply hold you until you decide to tell him the chain of events that led him to finding you this way. Focusing on the steady rise and fall of his chest with breath puts you more and more at ease with each passing moment. Nuzzling once into his neck, you finally sigh and straighten your back.

“Are you ready to tell Papa what happened?” Copia’s voice regains his teasing tone as he takes note of your improved mood. It earns him a small giggle and soft elbow jab to the ribs. He takes it as a sign he has done his job.

“I uh... forgot that the others had dug out some holes for Primo’s flowers. And well, I kept working after they all decided to leave early,” your hands are moving and gesturing, conveying nothing really in particular as you explain your mishap. “So there I was making sure the board was level, then I stepped back as I was turning to grab something and... and well then I was in a ditch. It seems my clumsiness knows no bounds.”

All the while Copia listens intently, reassuring hands giving you a gentle squeeze whenever your speech begins to falter. When you’ve finished, he gives a nod and gains a look of being deep in thought. Holding you close to his chest, Copia lets his eyes meet yours before he speaks.

“I see, topolino,” a thumb reaches up to brush along your cheek. “Would you like for me to punish the other Siblings for abandoning their duties early? It is not safe to leave a Brother to work alone on the job.”

For probably too long you consider the thought. Sure, had the others been there you may have not fallen. Or even if you did, they at least would have been there to help you immediately instead of leaving you to wallow with frustrated anxiety.

“No, Copia,” you punctuate his name by placing a kiss along the bottom of his jaw. “Thank you for the offer though.”

“Are you sure? I know Sister Imperator would be more than delighted to subject them to a weekend of work.”

Snaking your arms around your Papa’s shoulders, you smile and once more press your nose into his neck. Without a doubt you could see Sister full of glee at putting more work onto the shoulders of your Siblings.

“Yes, I am sure. It wasn’t their fault, and I just as well could have gone with them when they all left. But you know me, a big workaholic.” You feel the way Copia leans into your touch. “However,” you break the brief pause of silence. “I would love it if a certain Papa were to carry me back to his room to get cleaned up...maybe even to share a hot bath with.”

Happy chuckles leave your partner as he slides an arm under your legs. A small giggling scream leaves you as you are lifted into the air as Copia stands. Though you hear the creak of his old joints, he shows no signs of strain or discomfort under your added weight.

“That I can arrange, amore mio,” you don’t miss the eyebrow wiggle he gives before setting towards his room at a more than walking pace.

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus 4 #papa copia #copia is such a dad #papa emeritus x trans reader #papa emeritus x ftm reader #papa emeritus x male reader #the band ghost #ghost the band #I generally always write with a transmasc reader in mind unless otherwise specified #poorly translated italian #does anyone read tags?#will anyone read this?#Idc this man too hot for me not to write about him

69 notes · View notes

copias-sewer-rat · 1 year

Note

Hello! Here to bother you with a new ask (when you have the time of course!) May I please request the different Papas reacting to their s/o (reader) telling them that they grew up without a father? I.e reader has trust/abandonment issues.

(This is also VERY true for me, and I still find it hard to deal with sometimes 🥺)

I’m so sorry it took me so long to do this and that it isn’t even that long! It has been a hectic week with work and trying to get my comic done (and also with the last Ghost ritual), so I hope you enjoy this tiny thing at least:

Papas comforting a reader when told they grew without a father [GN] I. Primo

- Primo did have a father, but sometimes he wished he didn’t have one.

- During his childhood, Nihil was either pressuring him to be the very best or fucking around, so he was pretty much useless as a father figure.

- However, when you tell him about your childhood and how you grew up without a father he listens.

- He doesn’t bring his own childhood into the picture. He knows that you need comfort, not someone making the situation about them.

- So he just listens until you are finished venting. You had been pretty emotional lately regarding that subject.

- When you finish speaking, Primo tells you that he is sorry that you didn’t have that love as a child. He hugs you then, promising to give you all the love that you missed on tenfold.

- He will do whatever be can to make you feel loved and taken care for.

II. Secondo

- Primo basically raised him.

- When he was born Nihil didn’t give two shits about being a father.

- Not that he ever cared with Primo, but with Secondo even less.

- When you start explaining the reason behind your current mood, his mood changes as well. He was happy to see you after a long day, wanting nothing but to spend time with you talking and having fun, but now he is worried about you.

-He sees so much of his pain in you and he doesn’t want that, he wants nothing more than for you to be happy.

-Like Primo he will listen as you let your feeling unravel, he is next to you all the time, touching you gently so you know he is there, that he cares.

-When you are finished he will ask if you need space or if you want company and a distraction.

-If you ask for a distraction he will let you choose whichever activity you want to do: videogames, puzzles, cooking… You name it.

-He will be happy to be by your side to remind you that you are your own person and that he will always love you no matter what.

III. Terzo

-Terzo was also raised by his brothers, but he also wanted the approval of Nihil when he was a child.

-Tiny Terzo (not that he ever got big) was a people pleaser. He still is, but he manages to keep a balance.

-It took a lot of effort and a long talk with his brother for him to value himself.

-When you go to him with your confesion he just hugs you immediately.

-He wants to drain all your pain with his love.

-Terzo won’t let you think about any other thing that it isn’t him or your comfort.

-He will prepare you a relaxing bath, dinner, entertainment, he will give you a massage and wrap you in the most comfortable blanket, telling sweet nothings until you fall asleep in his arms.

IV. Copia

-Copia holds the most resentment towards Nihil. He knows that he is his father but chooses to ignore that fact. He actually has no father.

-When you tell him that you grew up without a father something inside of him breaks.

-He will cry with you for a bit, both of you holding each other through your pain.

-After a well desserved crying session he will make everything he can to make you feel good.

-He will put all his rats on top of you to make you giggle.

-He will cook your favourite comfort dish.

-He will act goofier and sillier than ususal, making voices for his rats and enacting a big dramatic performance with them.

-In the end you fall asleep together, holding each other, promissing to never let go.

#gonst #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #ghost #cardinal copia #ghost band #ghost bc #papa emeritus iii #papa terzo #papa secondo #my writing #ask box

30 notes · View notes

thewitcheswitch89 · 3 months

Text

The Witches Image

Papa Emeritus IV- Part 1

Authors Note: its my Fist Ghost fanfic. Please give me construtive criticism.

you can also read it on:

Min Heyoka (@TheWitcheswitch89) - Wattpad

"A warm welcome, sister!". An older woman in her 60s approached me with her arms wide open. I tried to smile, even though I didn't feel like it.

I hadn't actually intended to change convent. However, Abbess Blake had left me no choice. I had been summoned to her office three days ago to tell me that I was in higher vocations and needed more intensive guidance to find my right path. And for that it would be necessary to transfer me. Sister Imperator would be the perfect person for that.

When I asked if it was really necessary and if I could just sign up for more courses, all I got was a blunt "Don't question Lucifer's decisions, my child!". I had barely had time to say goodbye before my bags were packed, the flight booked and I was here. A new member of the unholy church Emeritus. I didn't care what privilege I was given. I would have liked to stay there with my friends, my teachers. But this decision was not given to me.

Nervously, I clenched my fingers in my pocket. Sister Imperator was a slim, good-looking woman. Her blonde hair, streaked with gray, was pinned up in a loose bun. In her black blazer, suit trousers and red pumps, she looked a little intimidating.

"It's great that you're finally here!" she beamed when she reached me. Her voice echoed in the empty crypt.

"Thank you for letting me be here, sister," I replied. Not convinced of my gratitude. Her eyes briefly scrutinized me from top to bottom with a disparaging look. I immediately became afraid that she had noticed. No matter how hard I tried, you could see everything in my face, like an open book. Her gaze lingered on my Doc Martens, which were long past their prime. I was immediately annoyed that I hadn't worn something more formal. First impressions counted here. Even though I didn't want to be here, I had to accept the idea now. The formal smile that didn't reach her eyes didn't leave her lips as she pierced me with her gaze.

"Abbess Blake didn't promise too much when she recommended you to me," her voice broke the uncomfortable silence. "But let us go to my office, Sister! Surely you don't mind a cup of tea?...Leave your luggage here, one of the ghouls will take care of it!".

She turned on her heel and stomped off down the corridor. As I hurried to keep up with her, I couldn't get her remark out of my head. ...'Abbess Blake didn't promise too much'...What had she said to her?

She steered purposefully towards a tall double door that led from the entrance hall into a darker and narrower corridor. Fine wood paneling adorned the walls. The floor was covered with dark red carpet. The light refracted through the high stained glass windows, giving the corridor an almost magical feel.

. High wooden doors lined the corridor, golden signs were attached to each one. As I walked past, I caught a glimpse of the names. "Primo", "Secondo", "Terzo", "Papa Emeritus 4" and "Nihil".

"Here we are!" She let me enter first and I was amazed. Her office was huge, a wide fireplace, dark shelves, armchairs upholstered in heavy red velvet, high windows with heavy white curtains draped around them. Paintings of every emeritus on the wall. If it looked so grand here, what did Papa's office look like?

"Have a seat!" She closed the door and went to her desk, which was in the middle of the room. I took a seat opposite her.

"Please bring me tea for two," she said into her phone, hung up and turned to me.

"Welcome again, sister! I hope your journey was pleasant?" She folded her hands on the table with a smile.

"Yes... thank you!" I replied. "Even if everything had to happen pretty quickly!". Sister Imperator nodded sympathetically and furrowed her brow.

"Sometimes there's no other way...you have to act before the child has fallen into the well...Abbess Blake seemed very worried when she contacted me. Concerned for you...and your faith in our unholy church!" She leaned in my direction, sighing. "She told me that she feared that you might leave your path to Lucifer!".

I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. What did that mean? I had done everything that had been asked of me. I had taken part in every mass, every ritual and every festival. Hadn't that been enough? I hadn't refused ... well ... except for one particular thing. But that couldn't be the reason for the transfer...not because I...

At that moment, there was a knock at the door and a sister dressed in the habit of the Order entered, a tray with a teapot and two cups in her hand.

"Your tea, Sister Imperator!" she said and placed the tray on a small table next to the desk.

"Thank you my dear!" Sister Imperator rose to fill the cups with hot tea, while the young woman turned to me, winked with a smile and left the room.

Sister handed me one of the fine porcelain cups and sat down again, sighing. Was she expecting an answer now? I awkwardly put my cup down and cleared my throat to say something, but she beat me to it.

"I offered Abbess Blake to put you back on the right path... The way she raved about your talents, I think you will find your way with us very quickly!". She sipped her tea and continued: "I understand you were active in book illumination and translations of holy scriptures?". Sipping my tea, I looked at her with wide eyes. Should I answer now?

"Yes!" I replied, burning my tongue.

"That's excellent, sister! We've been looking for someone to write down our unholy father's masses for posterity for a long time!" She took an almost exuberant sip of tea. "That will be your task now, my dear!".

"It's a...great honor, Sister Imperator," I grinned. To be honest, I felt a little overwhelmed. After all, it was a big job and a lot could go wrong.

Another knock made me flinch briefly.

"Come in!" she called, still grinning. I took another sip of tea and tried to get used to the idea of my new task.

"Sorry to disturb you, sister! But you wanted to see me?" a male voice with a heavy Italian accent said hesitantly.

"Come in, my dear!" She stood up. I hesitantly put my cup down and stood up.

"I would like to introduce you to our new member... Sister Lia!".

My gaze met his exactly. One green and one white eye. Black make-up adorned his eyes and his upper lip.

"Papa!" I said. The corners of his mouth twisted into a grin. While I couldn't help but stare into his eyes. Minutes seemed to pass, even if it was only a few seconds. I couldn't tear myself away from his gaze. It almost seemed as if his white eyes were shining. The corner of his mouth pulled upwards. He was a head taller than me. His hair was combed back and his hands were in black leather gloves. His black suit was tightly tailored. I blinked and immediately felt ashamed of my stare.

"Benvenuta sorella Lia!" he said, taking my hand and pressing a kiss to the back of my hand. I felt a tingling sensation where his lips had touched my skin. He didn't take his eyes off me during the kiss. The warmth rose in my cheeks.

Fortunately, Sister Imperator interrupted the tension between me and him with her voice. I had a moment to catch my breath as he turned his attention away from me. Sister took a seat behind her desk, grinning broadly, let her eyes dart briefly to me and nodded to Copia, who took a seat next to me.

"Sister Lia... will take care of the transcripts of your masses in future! It's important to record them for posterity so that faith in our unholy church is deepened even more!".

"Meraviglioso!" laughed Copia in Italian. "What an enrichment!". He gave me a look, which I answered with an embarrassed smile. My cheeks were burning. Lucifer ... I had to pull myself together.

"I've long been of the opinion that you need an...assistant! Sister Lia will certainly be able to do some of the work for you. Isn't that right, sister?"

Without stopping it, my features slipped and all I did was stare at her with wide eyes. She was expecting an answer, but I was so caught off guard that I only managed a hesitant "Yes?". Copia next to me cleared his throat, which drew Sister's attention to him.

"Eh...maybe we should give Sister Lia time to arrive first!" he patted my hand and winked at me.

"Yes, of course you're right!" she sighed, before turning back to me. Her gaze was almost empathetic. " Take your time today and we will talk tomorrow about the admission ritual. Then we'll discuss more concrete things!". More concrete? What else was coming?

Sister Imperator pressed a button and a short time later there was a knock at the door and the sister who had brought us tea earlier entered. I had been staring at my hands the whole time, not only because I didn't know what was happening to me, but also to avoid Copia's worried look that he was giving me. I felt bad, I didn't want him to think it was directed at him.

This day seemed to have one surprise after another in store for me.

"Sister Magret, accompany Sister Lia to her room!".

#ghost band #ghostbandfanfic #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv #papa nihil #papa secondo #papa primo #papa terzo #sister imperator #the band ghost

12 notes · View notes

ask-the-clergy-bc · 1 year

Note

Hello! Mama Emeritus anon here. So glad I finally caught your box! I'll try to be specific this time. Let's presume that Papas I-III are not dead. Somehow, Nihil has finally sired the little girl he has always wanted. How do the Papas I-IV deal with having a little sister so much younger than them? What activities do they like to do with her? etc. Thank you!

Thank you for resubmitting! I hope these are what you are looking for! :)

I’m going to go back and forth with names, but expect each Papa to be called Papa and Primo/Secondo/Terzo for ease. I’ll call the daughter Mama for this, as I don’t want this to read so much as an OC and more like an open template for a character type.

I normally write as if all the Papas are still alive, but I’m going to add some background for this particular prompt. In this situation, all of the Papas are not only alive but know Copia is their baby brother. Copia is still getting used to being a part of the family after being estranged. The new baby’s prime mover in this scenario is only present sometimes; as prime movers have a choice to raise their children or let them be solely adopted by the Emeritus.

I also included their reactions and jumping around a little to ages.

Papa’s with a New Baby Sister

Papa Nihil + Sister Imperator: Papa Nihil is so ecstatic to have a little baby girl, his youngest even if he was practically ancient! The only thing, thankfully, keeping him alive is that this was a child APPROVED by Sister Imperator. No one is quite sure why she would allow Nihil to have one more child when she wants Copia to succeed so badly. Speculation includes needing an extra heir in case of her son’s failure or that the ministry DEMANDED one more heir… after all, none of the boys have sired children yet. Nihil didn’t mind any gender, he’s just happy to be a new dad again! Nihil is much more mellow and attentive to his daughter (much to the annoyance of all of his children.) Sister is also quite pleased that there is a new potential Mama, if not the next Imperator. Imperator is much more relaxed raising the child than she was with Copia. Nihil dotes on her but Imperator is definitely the disciplinarian. Mama is going to be raised by Sister to rule with an iron fist and take no shit!

Papa I: Does what he’s always done and immediately dedicates some of his time to being her mentor. Papa was NOT happy Nihil decided to have another child for many reasons. The Grandpapa being more relaxed as an old codger did not put Primo at ease. Papa takes his job as the eldest and most gifted of the Emeritus brothers very seriously. He vows to raise and teach Mama the way he did for his two brothers (except Copia for obvious reasons.) Papa was both there during the birth and conducted her unholy baptism ceremony. There was never doubt in his mind he could love her, as he loved all of his brothers and their shared bond. He’s a firm but knowledgeable mentor to her from her grade school days. They usually bonded over her favorite school subjects and his willingness to pause his Papal duties to tutor her. Papa had the same sense of pride for when she graduates seminary, takes her vows, and eventually becomes Mama.

Papa II: Absolutely wanted nothing to do with Mama when she was born. It was nothing personal, but she is Nihil’s problem and responsibility. Papa already has to deal with Copia being dragged into their dysfunctional family. As a Papa he just sent the congratulatory bottle of wine and flower arrangement. If it wasn’t for Primo asking, Papa would have ignored his new sister altogether. Secondo eventually came around when Mama was a toddler. He won’t admit it, but she was damn adorable. Though the two don’t have as strong of a relationship until she is out of Seminary as an adult. That’s when Papa feels he can bond with her and have actual conversations. He slowly goes from a distant uncle like figure to a proper brother. Papa gives her much needed unbiased advice, and typically serves it blunt and without babying her. Which is appreciated the higher she climbs the ministry ladder. Papa will never admit that he’s happy to watch her grow into a strong and capable Mama, despite having an idiot for a father. Fun fact, he taught Mama how to drive and gifted her her first car from his own collection.

Papa III: Papa was a huge brat about it at first, even if he tried to hide it. He was used to being the baby of the family for almost six decades before Copia showed up. Now he has to be the MIDDLE child?? Despite being told to act like a grown man, Papa insists he won’t care about the baby AT ALL! He will be nice, he will just not take on Nihil’s newest child… until he holds her for the first time. Papa is instantly smitten with his baby sister, almost like she was his own daughter! Gushing about how she was adorable and HE was going to give her the life she deserved. Papa is a very attentive and loving big brother, almost like a second dad. He never wanted his own children and this is like his chance to have one. He’s there for almost every milestone and spoils the shit out of Mama. From matching outfits, to shopping trips, to traveling. Even to the not so fun times of heart break, of question faith and her place in the world. Papa just wants her to have the father figure he never did. They do everything together (which is both convenient AND annoying to Nihil.) His favorite is taking her out for ice cream so they can talk. He does this even when she’s an old lady and he’s practically ancient.

Papa IV/Copia: Admittedly, this was very difficult for him and somewhat bittersweet. The news of Nihil’s Mover having a child put him through a bit of a self doubt spiral. Copia felt very pushed out when he was barely in the family to begin with. Now he’s being replaced? Copia still went to the birth to meet his new sister. He didn’t want to hold her but the moment he did his heart changed. There was still the conflict of wanting to get rid of an heir that could take his place… but Copia wanted to be a better big brother. Copia wanted to help love and raise a baby sister that would NEVER have to go through the pain and loneliness he did. Even as a toddler, Mama has Copia wrapped around her finger. He is there for crayon coloring, tea parties, and taking her to get candy and toys. The little princess wants for NOTHING as long as he’s around! Their bond grows closer when she’s a teenager. Copia is the brother she confides her insecurities and fears too, as he’s so much more open about his own.

#the band ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost bc #mama emeritus #papa nihil #sister imperator #papa i #papa ii #papa iii #papa iv #cardinal copia #reader insert #character blank

39 notes · View notes