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maplleaf · 3 months ago

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Fool

Veritas Ratio x gn!reader

[ im back 🔥 this has been in my drafts for a year, and i work on it on and off. Finally finished it hwhwhw. Anw, i made a twt account so if u wanna be mutuals just follow me and I'll follow back. Its @/viktkt

lecturer x lecturer]

"When you hate something, it's a sign that one day; you'll love it. Just let it bloom first"

There has always been an understanding between scholars. Dr. Veritas Ratio is a man who works with logic and rationality.

Rationality is, by all means, literally in his name.

He never denied it. After following this path in life, it does require him to work with his head more. Even if he never denied it, it doesn't mean Veritas agree with it either.

Case in point, you.

"...with this concludes the philosophy of today's lecture regarding IX." The chalk hits the board one last time, specs of white dust falling to the floor.

"Any questions?"

The whole class looked at the large chalkboard in front of them, all filled with words that they struggled to understand. Veritas' grip on the chalk hardened, rolling his eyes behind the plastered mask.

He despised doing introductory lessons. Too many fresh-faced idiots came for his reputation and test their knowledge with the lecture, not for the lesson on its own. There were only a few that really understood, yet they were too scared to ask.

As he was about to close the session, a hand raised up towering above the others.

He pointed at the source, "you."

You stood up, already catching the glance of the other students.

"The Aeon if Nihity doesn't see a worth in doing anything, as they don't interact with Aeons," you began. "Is this exclusive to Aeons, or are... lesser beings included?"

Snickers of students hearing the question filled the room. The answer itself is already in the question. 'IX doesn't care enough to see aeons, why would it see mortals?'

"The Aeon of Nihility's existence will always be a mystery, but to answer your question based on the current information," he placed the chalk on the table.

"IX wouldn't go out of its way to search for anything. It views the universe as a worthless space."

Then you did what everyone here wouldn't. Before he could finish the answer, you spoke. No fear nor overconfidence in the tone. "Then, if a person one day, with no affiliations to other Aeons, interact with IX, can there be a different result?"

Veritas tilts his head. It's not every day a student made him curious.

"Aeons have always acted by their own will and desires, due to IX's lack of either," he leaned on the lecture table. "I'm afraid it's hard to give a direct answer."

"...five points, stay behind the lecture after this."

...As all the students left, you were left in your seat alone. Murmurs from the other students fell deaf to either of your ears.

Before you could utter a word, Veritas shuts you down.

"Genius Society Member, [name]. Specialize in divination and Quantum energy."

Veritas cocked his head. If the unnerving plaster mask weren't on his head, then he would've been staring you down.

You... smiled, "i didn't even say hello, doctor."

"There's no need to, but why are you here?" Veritas remarked. You stared into the empty eyeless head. You wonder how he sees with that thing.

"Is there a true reason for anything, Doctor?" You shrugged, meeting his glare. "...but if it will satisfy you, I was here when I heard Doctor Veritas Ratio is teaching a class."

Veritas raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. "You never went to this school, nor do I know anything that might interest you here. I don't see a reason why you would be here."

Veritas stared at you, trying to catch any micro-expressions or signs. Only to find... nothing. As if, there was no motivation to begin with.

A chuckle escaped your mouth, "I'm not going to question how you know that, but..."

Veritas sees you shoving your hand in your pocket, pulling out an employee ID, with the word 'lecturer' on it. "We'll be working together now, Doctor."

It took a few seconds, Veritas had questions in his mind. Genius Society Members, they can be just as foolish or an enigma. Some are Geniuses who he respected, most are beings who has a God complex with a morality only an insane person can understand.

With being a Genius, also come with the reputation. That's how he knew you. As a researcher, of course.

An unknown long-living Genius, records of your research and creations aren't hard to find, making your fame inevitable among scholars. A Genius with smarts, morals, and the... unpredictability.

"Whilst it is an honor to be working with you," his emphasis on the word 'honor' brings out chills. "Aren't you missing?"

He could see your smile faltering, reverting back to the more neutral state.

'Genius Society Member No. 94, [name]. Specialize in Divinations and Quantum research. Works; The Matrix of Prescience, the Theory of the Quantum Sea, etc. Last seen; 30 years ago. Best assumption, Polka Kakamond.'

He knew you, and he knew why you shouldn't be here.

"Well," you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle, and shrugging. "Now I'm back from that hiatus, and working here. Nothing wrong with that."

Veritas couldn't help but have that gut feeling that something is wrong, his deductions are rarely wrong. But he couldn't think of anything.

Your existence, prescence, and the lack of personal goals now; it's all an enigma.

Veritas could only sigh, Genius Society members are always like this anyway. "... Please don't impersonate yourself as my student, unless you actually enroll or want to do the assignments I'll give you."

Seeing his 'interrogation' end, you gave him a smile. "Noted, Doctor."

...and that's how it began.

If someone asked him, who is the most foolish person in the campus. First, he would list the names of some of the students of the intelligentsia guild. Second, he would say you.

He came to the conclusion after a couple of months of having you as a co-worker.

The first sign, he remembered it was raining that day. He had finished class but stuck standing by the doorway. The path between some buildings wasn't connected by a corridor, and his umbrella was in his office.

"What are you doing?"

A voice called beside him. Veritas' eyes drifted to them, hidden behind the mask. "Standing here for absolutely no reason-- what else do you think I'm doing?"

He saw you shrugged, before taking off your coat. "Wanna use my umbrella?"

Veritas gave a confused expression, which unfortunately didn't show due to his cover. His eyes looked at you from head to toe. Not even spotting an umbrella anywhere. "Is your mind growing dull?" he asked rhetorically.

He then saw you making a gesture with your hand, "get down," you told him.

He was going to say no, but seeing as you're new and seem to be at least different from the other lecturers. Veritas wanted to see what you would do.

As he bent down, he felt something covering his head and shoulder, and your body pushing itself closer to him. Right then and there his wrist was grabbed, and Veritas felt his mood sullened in an instant.

Unfortunately, before his body could react, you pulled him with unexpected strength and went out the door.

He could feel water hitting his body that wasn't covered by the coat. Wetting his clothes in the process, but seeing as they were in the middle of a pouring rain in campus, Veritas couldn't just stop either.

It didn't take long for them to reach the office building, and yet his back was drenched. Veritas instantly glared at you, "you utter fool!"

A laugh escaped you, taking back the coat that was now drenched also before bundling it up and twisting it to release all the water. "What? It's a shortcut."

Before he could start going off the deep end, he saw you start to run off. Seemingly knowing that he was going to scold you, "well, gotta go. Bye!"

To save the details. He had spare clothes in his office, but ever since then he made a mental note to stay away from the deranged co-worker each time it rains. Or even any time at all.

The second sign, is how each time there was an overlap when you didn't have a class and he did. You always managed to sneak yourself in and attend his classroom. He couldn't even count the amount of times he kicked you out mid lecture with his fingers anymore.

It became well known that a certain divination lecturer from another department always had the time to attend one of another lecturer's classes when they were free.

What didn't help you to stay hidden is that 80% of Veritas' class had already dropped out. Making you stand out more.

His hand worked on the board with his chalk, as if on a trance. To the people who only like to watch, it almost seemed poetic; entrancing the viewers. For his students, it was like hell. Right as he hit the end with a dot, Veritas asked; "is there any question?"

As usual, when he turned his head, he saw your arms raised high whilst the others cowered low.

"Anyone else besides the braindead one?" He sighed, only to see you tense your muscles even more to raise it higher.

Finally, he points his chalk at you, instantly propping the other to stand up. "In the calculations for the problem 2BAC, if it were used in a situation for a planet victimized by, just a random example, Dr. Primitive's experiments. What would happen then?"

As Veritas listened to your words, he even had to look back on the board. Shocking the other students, which probably became campus gossip for a day. But he answered, "The result would be that some lucky planets may be able to evolve back to normalcy, but in a real situation; the probability needs to be extremely high," he answered professionally, "does that satisfy you?"

Veritas dislikes your attitude. He didn't like how you always crossed the boundary that he had to feel sane.

But at the same time, even if his words are bitter sometimes and even insulting; he respects you. An intelligent person who still held their own mystery. Perhaps the way you boldly and proudly annoy him may affect his respect. For the better or not, that's for time to tell.

"No," you answered, "...if you wanna satisfy me, we should get dinner after this."

Nevermind, he hates this co-worker of his.

There were more moments, but he spared himself the time to think back on it. It's the first time he's ever been on the fence between distaste and like. Maybe the closest person would be the gambler from the IPC.

Veritas's eyes then drift towards you, each pen stroke coming from you made him lose another minute in his life.

"Is it necessary to come by my office to grade your own class's works?" he sighed, no longer hiding his face behind the alabaster sculpture in front of you.

A low chuckle escaped your lips, "No, but it's easier for my legs."

The statement made Veritas let out another exasperated sigh. "For the last time, you wouldn't be having this much exercise if you just stay in your class instead of visiting mine," he pointed out, but as usual, you didn't bat an eye to his protests.

He glared at you for a few seconds before sighing. Hearing his exhasperation made you smile.

Veritas didn't even know why he's doing this, why he's putting up with you. Someone... who wasn't even a part of his life until a few months ago. He shook his head, finding it a waste of brain cells to think about it.

After a few minutes of silence, a slam of the book made him look at your direction with annoyance. 'So loud...'

"Let's go eat," you announced with a smile, standing up from the couch as it creaked from the loss of pressure.

Veritas brows furrowed for a moment, then he answered. "No."

Even if he said that, you managed to drag him to a noodle shop near the university. Veritas squints at the sight as you take your order with a smile, his eyes drifting to the molten red broth. It was even slightly bubbling from how hot it is.

The genius took a deep breath before shaking his head in pure exhasperation.

"So, how's your universe project?" you asked, taking a spoon with a handful of noodles on it.

"Still a work in progress, Screwllum and I are still sorting the algorithm," he answered, "but that doesn't concern you."

A laugh escaped your lips as you took a big bite of the food. Veritas squints for a moment, seeing as steam was coming out of your mouth, but you held no care. "C'mon, when are you going to warm up to me, Doc?"

Veritas rolled his eyes with the usual amount of sassiness that you grew accustomed to.

"Actually, if you don't mind," you started, turning your chair to the doctor. "I want to offer a collaboration with your project."

The offer wasn't out of nowhere, seeing as you've asked him to work with you multiple times. But he raised an eyebrow in inquiry, letting you continue.

"I've been getting interested in Emanators again. And, with my experience, i could add a new variable regarding Emanators in your project, if you don't mind. I would like a collaboration between us," you suggested.

Veritas noticed you cocking your head, your lips curved into a smile as you look at him. That genuine smile then falters, turning into a coy one as you shrugged. "Of course, if you don't want to. I can ask your buddy."

He scoffed before pointing out, "have you even met Screwllum?"

"Hey, don't doubt my connections!" you point at him, with noodles still in your mouth.

Veritas didn't bother wasting air to bicker again. But in his mind, he started to consider.

The genius sighed at his own answer.

"So this is the behind the scenes!"

Veritas's eyes drifted to your figure. Walking on nothing in the middle of space, as different stations are around the area. Floating holograms of texts accompanying you both.

He saw you glide your hand through all the blessings, recognizing a few of the frames. Then to the Aeons data, before squinting in confusion. "You don't have Finality?"

Veritas walked over to you, closing the window. "Focus on your work, we're here to do research not play around," he reminded. Veritas saw you rolled your eyes, and he had the patiebce of a saint not to throw a chalk at you.

You looked over the code of the Simulated Universe before a smirk crept its way to your lips, "let me guess, you want me to help finish up the interactions between paths?"

The other nodded, "With you 'experience', it should be easy," he glanced at your figure, seeing you already dissecting the code that Herta first proudly made. He placed down the guide that Herta made, still unopened and collecting dust. ".... if you have any questions, say it."

Within the next few weeks, you started working on the Simulated Universe project alongside Veritas. This meant he had to see you more and more, something that was already too much even on campus.

He had told the geniuses that he's having additional help, especially regarding Herta's request on themselves meeting an Aeon, and they didn't pry much.

"Is it okay if I launch the code now?" he heard you ask.

Veritas didn't look up from his work. He didn't say anything, but something about the body language made you think it was like a nod, and a pat on the head if you're that delusional.

The said code is for a new curio relating to Nous. You didn't think much of it before releasing it off for it to be tested by the Trailblazer. It wasn’t supposed to be significant, just some side work.

Right as you swiped the curio code to be released, suddenly the whole space started to shake. Confusion overwhelmed you two, and Veritas looked pissed than before.

"What did you just do--?!"

A glowing red blasted out of nowhere. Veritas felt an overwhelming sting in his head before looking up at THEM.

"YOU"

A floating mechanical head appeared in front of you both. Gazing down as if they were insignificant ants. Veritas felt his ear stinging as THEIR voice entered his ears. He knew this was a sinulation, but this is a glitch none of the geniuses have seen.

Before he could analyze the error further, you had shut down the code in an instant.

His golden irises moved onto your figure, a rare look of concern on his face. For a moment, he caught a glimpse of fear in your eyes before dissapearing. Veritas adjusted his glasses and walked to your side.

His presence made you escape from your thoughts. "Sorry, i didn't mean to stop it. That was valuable research."

"Fool, go home," he says simply. "You're not in the right mind," his tone is commanding, but you swore you could hear him purposely softening it.

There was a moment when you wanted to argue back, but after consideration, it seems futile. Veritas saw you nod, then leave the space.

There was always a disconnect between you and the other geniuses. Veritas never mentioned your name explicitly either, just saying how a friend would help with their Divergent Universe project.

....Both you and the scholar stared at the code in front of you, only waiting for it to be relaunched. Veritas glanced at your side profile and at your coat, seeing uncertainty in your eyes.

At least, until a breakthrough in Nous happened.

Herta was interested and wanted to come over in an instant, but Screwllum insisted on heading there first. Ruan Mei was interested, but she had her own business.

"Do you doubt our creation?" He asked out of nowhere.

"No," you answered with confidence, "Just thinking, how accurate would THEY be. Aside from your friend's testing as Akivili, I've never seen tests about the Aeons meeting people."

Even with the confident posture, he could feel something was off. But Veritas couldn't pry further as the sound of the entrance opening caught his attention.

He looked back at the code one last time before turning to greet the new person. "Don't cloud your judgment with foolish worries," he sighed before snatching the coat on your back. "And don't wear that. It clearly says my name embedded on it."

He didn't hear your retort that it's cold, only at the figure of a mechanical man who just entered.

"Dr. Veritas Ratio, it's a pleasure to see each other once more," Screwllum greeted before spotting you.

He took a few moments calibrating as if surprised. "When Dr. Ratio had said he invited a friend, you were not within my expectations, old friend," his tone seemed welcoming. If he had lips, then Screwllum would be smiling. "It's a great relief to know you're safe."

You raised an empty cup off coffee to greet him, "Screwllum! Let's see the old head together."

Veritas raised an eyebrow at the word Screwllum had used. Safe. But let it go as they have a more important topic to discuss. He walked over to your side at the launch button, his eyes glancing at yours. As your gaze connected, he saw your smirk and immediately got the temptation to throw chalk again.

"Let's just start this," he sighed before crossing his arms. Hearing the cue, you pressed the launch button.

The room began to shake again, but this time, everyone had anticipated it. It didn't come as a surprise when the red glow appeared once more.

The large head loomed over you both. Even if it's a simulation, an overwhelming feeling of being small enveloped all three of you. This time, it was like savoring the moment than panicking.

Veritas looked up at the God, as if making sure that this was fake. He analyzed the being's physical presence, realizing that Nous' eye seems to be staring at you only.

"LEAVE. YOU'RE NOT WELCOME."

A look of confusion came over Veritas and Screwllum. Even if yesterday had been instantly shut down, using simulated universe's laws; the beings here would see them as normal pathstriders.

Before any of you could react, a stinging pain hits all of your heads, even causing a mechanical error sound from Screwllum

...right before all three of you were kicked out of the simulated universe.

The galaxy like space that all of you were accustomed to returned. There was a silence before Screwllum broke it.

"I have two temporary conclusions, it seems either one of us is not welcomed by the simulated Aeon, or the Simulated Universe glitched due to having three users instead of the previous record of two," Screwllum's gaze dropped onto you, followed by Veritas not long after.

Feeling the eyes, you let out a cough. "Maybe when I went missing, THEY thought I had done something wrong. I'm not quite sure either," your answer left holes, but Screwllum didn't ask anymore.

Veritas on the other hand, was left unsatisfied.

"What happened between you and THEM?"

The boldness of the question even made you flinch. Veritas notied it, but saw you still focused on your work even with the looming question.

Screwllum left not long after the glitch since he had something else to do. Leaving both of you alone together as usual. Even so, the air felt thicker than usual, and the silence wasn't helping it.

"I don't know either. But like i said, when I went missing, something probably happened that made THEM mad," you answered, but Veritas could spot the unusual raise in your tone. After a few seconds of your silence, Veritas sighed before he turned back to his own work.

....but there was this unusual tug in as he knew you lied. Veritas tapped his foot on the floor repeatedly as the seconds passed, waiting for you to speak up again but finding a longer silence.

In the end, he stood up from the chair, walking towards you.

"Foolish accident comes from the lack of ability to ask for help, and fools ignore their past mistakes," he stated. Veritas turned your chair around, looking right at you. "What happened in that 40 years?"

He saw your eyes stare back at his sharp ones, yours a bit more widened than usual. The way it shifted from his face to away, then back to him. His body leaned over yours. It's supposed to be suffocating, accusing. Yet, it didn't feel that way.

He saw the way your throat shifted as you gulp, only to choke out an answer.

"I just... had problems with the wrong person," you answered before staring back at his eyes with the usual confidence, before patting his shoulder. "Don't worry so much, doc."

Veritas' eye twitched for a moment at your answer. Both of you stayed in that position for a little longer before Veritas eventually scoffs, straightening his posture again.

"I need a cleanse of mind. Don't sleep in here, and don't be late for the intelligentsia guild meeting tomorrow morning," he reminded, turning back to take care of his belongings. Veritas still felt unsatisfied with your answers, but it didn't feel right if he forced out the answer like an interrogation.

As Veritas' figure left the space, you find yourself looking where he usually works on his projects. A smile crept its way to your lips as you grabbed his coat.

Tomorrow morning, Veritas didn't find enjoyment from the usual meeting. But he did find a surprise in his office.

It wasn't uncommon that students or other staff would give him gifts, especially on that February date. But he never cared nor reciprocated any of it. After remembering that, Veritas then stared at his desk to see an arrangements of ducks from the size of an eraser to as big as his palm.

Along with that is a note written with a glitter pen. 'I'm keeping your coat'

"Fool," Veritas mumbled, a chuckle escaping his lips as he closed the note again. Before leaving all the ducks on his desk as he got ready for class.

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ghulehunknown · 1 year ago

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Clergy Headcanons - Proposals!

Rated G - Purely fluff! Gender neutral reader

How I think the head members of the Clergy would propose to you 😌

(inspired by Älva’s Papa engagement ring post!)

Primo

Very romantic

He asked a parental figure/someone important in your life for your hand (well, at least told your loved one(s) beforehand to give a semblance of traditionality)

Plans a picnic with all your favorite foods, and he brought your favorite roses and other pretty flowers from his garden. He actually secretly grew a special engagement bouquet just for you!

He doesn’t get down on one knee because of his arthritis, but proposes while you’re both sitting down

The ring is very traditional and likely passed down for generations in his family. He’s been waiting a whole lifetime to give it to you 🥺

Secondo

Whatever he has planned, it’s completely with your personality in mind - whether you are more inclined for something quiet or a something with a little more opulence

But it’s probably something a little more lowkey, like after a lovely dinner that he cooks for you. He may not be one for grand gestures but he does know how to make you feel very special

He has a very romantic, although not super long, speech before he gets down on one knee and hands you the most wonderful ring you’ve ever seen

The ring is beautiful, but dark - much like him. It’s probably got some black star sapphires in it or something, and the band is made from tungsten or titanium because it’s durable and lasting like his love for you

Terzo

He…may or may not have proposed impulsively one evening after a date because he got excited…then remembered he’s Terzo and vows to do better with a surprise later. (Eloping isn’t out of the question for him)

He plans a grand day out doing all your favorite activities before coming back to the Ministry which is decorated to the max and all your loved ones are there in attendance

He gets down on one knee and gives an elaborate, moving speech and promises you the world

The ring is GORGEOUS and extravagant and must’ve cost a fortune. But your love is priceless, so a silly little price tag doesn’t stop him (don’t worry, he paid full price and didn’t use the Papa discount; he makes sure you know that)

He definitely planned a flashmob for you with Siblings and Ghouls dressed in tuxedos and wedding dresses, but waves them off after he sees how overcome with emotion you are

Can’t wait for you to see the second part…alone in his room, because you have to “christen the engagement”

Copia

Oh god he’s nervous AF, he’s sweating and stumbling. He doesn’t want to mess this up because he’s been planning it for a long time. He knew you were the one the day he met you

He takes you back to the spot you had your first date. You can tell something is up because he’s acting a little funny

He definitely messes up his little speech he has prepared but he says something like: “You will never walk alone”

He’s so, so sweet and everything is perfect no matter how nervous you both are 🥺

He gets down on one knee and everything and you feel like the most special person in the world, because to him you are

He gives you a traditional, but absolutely beautiful ring. It’s probably got diamonds or your birthstone in it. He’s not a fully traditional man, but for things as important as this he doesn’t want to miss a beat

He’s ready to start planning the wedding!

Nihil

“Here,” and hands you the ring

He probably proposes immediately after you have an argument in attempt to makeup and show you he still wants you

The ring is simple, but durable. It’s probably solid gold, because to him you’re golden

Afterwards he takes you out to your favorite restaurant then a drive in movie (it reminds him of the good ol’ days)

Sister Imperator (bonus round!)

Very methodical and planned to a T

Lots of beautiful decorations

The speech is simple and to the point, as she often is, so there’s really no way to get lost in flowery language. You know what she wants, and it’s you and her forever

“We would be good together, don’t you think?” she’d say with her all-knowing smirk

She hands you a sturdy stainless steel ring and got herself one to match

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byeashhh · 14 days ago

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cute little young papa nihil blurb bc i see ghost in less than a month.. im so excited,, ghost brainrot is awful rn again, he's not with imperator here ➽──────────────❥

She padded into the room wearing his button-up shirt— far too big, sleeves falling past her hands, hem nearly to her knees. Her hair was a mess. Her smile, soft. Sleepy. Young Papa Nihil looked up from tuning his guitar and nearly forgot what chord he was playing. “That’s mine,” he said, smirking, but his voice had that fond, hushed edge it only got when he was looking at her like this. “I know,” she said simply, tugging one cuff over her knuckles. “It smells like you.” He set the guitar down. In an instant, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing a kiss just below her ear. “I like it on you better,” he murmured. “Keep it forever.” She turned to him, smiling into his chest, and said, “Then you’ll have to keep me, too.” He laughed— low and soft, like music meant just for her. “Done,” he whispered. “You’re not going anywhere.”

#ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #nihil emeritus #papa nihil #young nihil #young papa nihil #fluff #domestic fluff #domesticity #thebandghost #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #ghost fandom #ghostposting

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anamelessfool · 1 year ago

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A Young Nihil & Jocasta & Kid Terzo Drabble (wc 1900)

Nihil returns from a tour with an even colder reception than usual. But he's not one to worry. He gets by with a little help from his friends. Tags: Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Platonic Bonds, No Plot Really Just Me Sorta Waffling Around, The Most Basic German You'll Ever Read In Your Life, If You Read The Most Recent Violence and Gentleness Chapter This Hits Harder, Our Loveable Fuckup

I keep thinking my latest work is the most self-indulgent thing I ever make, and then this happens. Dedicated to @saintbowie who asked me "What was the worst gift Jocasta has ever received?" and I thought about it for a long while. Also @historian-crown who said "Yes, this is exactly what I'd say if I got a gift that bad" and helped me out. Thanks. @ghuleh-recs thanks for catching up on your reading too haha

1971

Ministry HQ

It felt like there were less and less Siblings out on the Ministry portico every time Nihil came back from a gig. He liked to assume the best and so he decided life around HQ was oftentimes too busy for an official welcome of the Head of the Satanic Church of the Void. For one thing, he knew Secondo’s mother Rebecca would not be out there. At this point in their relationship they communicated solely through written memos on formal letterhead. Sister Imperator, the Dark Mother, would oftentimes scowl out the window at him from her office but even she hadn't bothered this time.

Nihil’s ghouls exchanged shrugs while they stood alone on the gravel drive, then marched in near unison through the front door. At least somebody left it unlocked.

The ghouls filed into the empty foyer, and quickly lined the perimeter with trunks and instrument cases. A certain restlessness came over Nihil as he watched them wordlessly stack their things around him, building up the walls. If they were summoned by him, if they were his servitors and constructs then they had an attunement to his emotions. He had a swell time this tour circut. So why were they making themselves so busy? Why with every trunk that rolled in did he feel the ties that bound them to his Will go slack?

Jet lag, obviously.

“You uh…wanna play some records up in my rooms? Wonder if my Ethio Jazz record I wanted came in…”

Rigor Ghoul, Papa’s head ghoul and keyboardist, crossed his huge arms. He was kind, but honest. Sometimes a bit too honest for his summoner’s liking. NO. WE CAN'T. GHOUL BUSINESS.

“Right,” chuckled Nihil. “Well, enjoy.”

Rigor gave him a noble nod, a polite clap on the shoulder, then led the rest of the ghouls up the stairs to their Roost. Nihil decided to abandon the towers of luggage in search for some sort of interaction, but the halls rang impressively hollow as his Chelsea boots clicked along the marble.

At last one of his flock emerged from a side hallway, balancing a basket of laundry in her arms and shuffling with determination over to the washer. Nihil grinned expectantly, and the sibling did a quick bob of her head over the pile of linens before sidestepping and scuttling away. Papa Nihil rubbed his jaw, considering.

Damn man, when Sister Imperator said you were down you really were down.

There was some friendly chatter from the common room, at least. It was two voices he recognized, two people he actually looked forward to seeing. By the empty fireplace, posed amidst a chaos of creativity, was his Protégée Papessa-Elect Jocasta and his youngest son Terzo. Two beings that didn’t hastily find something to be busy with when he approached.

“Oh, welcome! Welcome back Papa!” Jocasta waved from her place on the carpet. Terzo lounged beside her, legs twisted in an impossible sitting position as he picked colored pencils from a tin. The whole floor was scattered with old birthday cards and magazine cuttings. A glue brush planted across its pot dripped glue on the carpet in slow syrupy strands.

“A yellow dress would look good for this one,” she suggested to Terzo. She herself wore a pretty polyester suit of bright orange with a matching scarf to hold up her golden hair. Terzo was working on an obvious recreation of her look for one of the paper dolls in his collection.

“You're a sight for sore eyes, doll,” Nihil leered. Jocasta threw him a wry wink, the whitened Infernal Eye in her skull a weird comfort for him to see after a few weeks on the road.

What he first thought could be a possible fling with an exotic woman in a bar became something completely different, something more. She wandered over to the stage and said she was inspired. He had inspired her. His work. His art.

For once the devil in Nihil didn't raise its head and sniff the air. He couldn't switch on that flirty little part of himself as he looked at her in that half dark New York club. Staring down at her from the stage, a foot and a half above her so she had to strain her neck to really look in his eyes when she confessed. He couldn't touch her. Not when she was that small below him. Not when her red eyes wept black smears.

“It's my first night here,” she had said, and more tears washed the black down her cheeks. Her voice was dark, thick with an accent that she struggled to suppress. “It's my first night here and want to follow you.”

What could he possibly say to that? His mouth stretched into a dopey smile as he brought out a hand to her. She took it. “Just say yes, babe.”

He brought his attention back to the present. Jocasta smiled at him. After a day's travel with masked silent ghouls it was the first smile he'd seen. “And how was the flight?”

“Oh not too bad, gonna sleep it off later,” he said. “You cats having fun?”

Jocasta was his odd daughter, his right hand. She knew so much already but was always eager for more. Always striving in a way that scared him a little. He had a tough time on the road before joining the Church, and he could sense that hungry drive from anywhere. But he had buried it deep long ago.

And then Sister had chosen her. Chosen her for his Protegee. Or, the Void did, in all the strange and unearthly ways it whispered to the Dark Mother. Nihil had watched her endure the Rite of Construct that he himself had blotted from his mind except for the occasional nightmare. They've suffered. They've fucked up. They survived. So whenever he looked at the dead-alive eye in her skull above her smirking lips a protective feeling came over him, a tide of true responsibility. It was a feeling that brought up memories of Primo. Primo, a few seconds old, in his arms.

Primo…wherever you are…

“Where's Secondo, now?” Nihil asked.

“He did not want to play paper dolls with us,” said Jo, exchanging a nod with Terzo.

Secondo had been cold and bitter about Terzo ever since the lad’s unexpected arrival. “I was on tour of Europe..what's a few souvenirs?” Nihil had joked, once and only once and never ever again, to Secondo’s mother.

No matter, Secondo had been adjusting to his new role…for almost two years. He'd come around. Brothers always do, right? And like all of Nihil’s dark concerning considerations, it passed over him as quickly as a brisk summertime cloud. His mouth creaked back into a smile. “Right on,” he said, and sat cross-legged on the ground with as much grace as his bandy legs would allow.

“Oh, hi,” said Terzo. He was cutting out a pre-printed red dress for the dolls propped in their cigar box; a two-dimensional hot tub party. He bit his lip, his big green eyes blazing with intensity. He constantly tripped over himself but if there was a challenge he'd give it his all. Every little nuanced divot of the paper dress's puffed sleeves needed to be freed with the most precision a six year old with safety scissors could obtain.

“I got you a present here, my boy.” Nihil waggled his eyebrows at his son. “In Canada they got all different types of candy, yanno. I heard this one was the best.”

Terzo took the brightly colored candy bar from his father’s hands, but frowned as he bent it in a way that shouldn't be possible. Right. Nihil winced.

“Er…must have got too hot— Just throw that in the fridge, it’ll be fine,” suggested Nihil. Terzo continued to squish the melted remains trapped in the wrapper, mesmerized.

Jo laughed and for a moment everything was groovy until a realization hit him like a freight train. Gifts. He forgot one for her. His very own protégée. His long fingers drummed on his knees as he added, “Oh, and uh— I got something for you too of course, uh—” He launched himself into a scour of his sport coat, his face getting hot with shame. Luckily he never really thought to ever clear out his pockets, which meant that there was a dragon’s hoard of hotel matchbooks, used saxophone reeds and phone numbers scribbled onto bar napkins. And a gift for Jocasta, if he tried and wished hard enough.

“Jesas— no, no you did not have to get me anything, please don't worry, I'm perfectly fine!” No, it wasn’t fine at all.

Shit. “Haha no I had to, yanno— you're like uh…like uh…” The only person other than Terzo that smiles at me anymore. “Gimmie a minute, it's in here somewhere!”

His fingers closed around their prize. Something in the pocket close to his heart. Of course. He always came out on top. The power of keeping it cool triumphs once again. He drew it from his sport coat in a theatrical sweep, presenting it to his ward with a rubbery open-mouthed smile of victory.

It was a pen he got from some businessman sitting next to him on the PanAm flight that liked his style. A photo of a blonde with big hair and sultry eyes leered from the side of it. The pen when turned downward dropped the woman’s black dress and left nothing to the imagination. Jocasta let out a little squeak through her nose that Nihil decided came from a place of amused approval. Terzo silently considered the pen and then his own paper doll collection.

“Oh, it’s…” Jocasta’s mouth cracked into a fiendish grin as she played with the pen in her hands, muttering something under her breath.

“Deppatta,” Terzo parroted.

Jocasta’s eyes widened, the smile fading in mock solemnity. She leaned close, squinting. “No no it's not that— now listen… Du. De-pehr-ter. Faster. Du Depperter.”

“Du Depperter.”

Jocasta clapped her hands and Terzo brightened. “Yes, that’s it!”

“Du Depperter! Du Depperter!” The two of them began a spirited chant. Terzo choked and howled and doubled over, laughing. Jocasta joined in, wiping her eye.

“Yeah, exactly, right on,” Nihil chuckled, albeit a bit bashfully. I really should learn German, he thought to himself. Maybe tomorrow. Got plenty of time now. Until the next gig.

Jocasta wrapped an arm around him, giving him a quick peck across the cheek. “I love it though, I really do love it. Thank you.”

“Oh, good!” And he didn't have to worry about anything ever again, until there was something else to worry about. Nihil craned over Terzo’s project. “And what we making today, sport?”

Terzo presented a homemade paper doll from the cigar box. She had a red-lipped smirk and raven hair. Green eyes to match his own. Nihil remembered vaguely this particular one was his son’s favorite. “She needs roller skates.”

“Course she does, all the cool chicks need skates,” said Nihil, gesturing for some supplies. Terzo dropped some crayons and a scrap of old birthday card in his father’s hands. “I saw some real hot ones on a girl in Venice Beach once.”

Jo gave him a nudge and a wink. “Let me know if you need a pen.”

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ghulehunknown · 1 year ago

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Papa Headcanons - Valentine’s Day 💕

Rated PG-13 for implied adult themes!

Oh my goodness, it’s Valentine’s Day! How will your beloved celebrate with you?

~💘💝💘~

Primo

Gives you a beautiful bouquet of roses grown in his garden

Surprises you with herbal tea in bed while he makes you breakfast

He arranges for everyone in the Ministry to send a secret valentine to an assigned person, so you all get a cute card or treat

He’s surprisingly very into theming so he wears a red robe and mitre that day, and eats lots of pink foods

He gives everyone a single flower, even his least favorite ghoul

Says he has a nice surprise for you later; lit candles everywhere, your favorite snacks, a bubble bath, and some lingerie for…certain activities after you relax 🛁

Secondo

Also surprises you with breakfast in bed, complete with one of those silver covers that he flourishes as if you just got fancy room service

Packs your lunch for you that day with a cute little note which you proceed to keep in your wallet for a long time

He relieves you of your Sibling job duties a few hours early and arranges for you to have a massage done by the Ministry’s massage therapist

He arranges Valentines karaoke for the ghouls and siblings, the setlist being rock’s greatest love ballads and also some Celine Dion mixed in

Bakes you a cake (or whatever your fave dessert is) and decorates it with pink heart sprinkles

His final gift of the day is flowers with some very nice jewelry…and also a new lingerie set. He wants to see you in the set wearing the new jewelry he got you, saying it’s a gift for him too and he wants to admire it

Terzo

His penis. He gives you…his penis, wrapped in a bow. “Breakfast in bed, mm?” he’d say (don’t worry, he offers to go down on you too)

Okay, okay, he actually comes back with coffee, cigarettes, and Pop-Tarts

Has flowers sent to you while you’re both at work so you’ll think of him all day (so all your coworkers/the other Siblings see what an amazing boyfriend you have)

Encourages everyone to leave work early that day so “you can all go fuck each other!”

Orders sushi takeout (or whatever you want if you don’t like sushi but author happens to love it) and has made a whole setup of pillows and blankets on the floor for you to watch cute movies while you eat dinner and snacks

Gives you naughty conversation hearts and says you have to do whatever it tells you to…they’re instructions for bedding you later

Scatters rose petals all over the bedroom, lights candles so the room looks very romantic and promises to make love to you like never before

Copia

You wake up to utter chaos - a burning smell from the kitchen and rats running all over the place. “Eh, it was supposed to be a surprise…we’ll get takeout.”

But you’ve already DoorDashed pancakes for the pair of you, because somehow you knew he’d be too stressed to handle everything

He’s genuinely very excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day so he can go all out to show you just how much he cares about you

He decorates his office and room the day before - all pinks, reds, and purples with hearts everywhere

He gifts everyone in the Ministry a cute little paper valentine, like the kind you used to pass out in elementary school

Says cheesy but sweet things all day, like asking you to be his valentine, making puns like “bee mine buzzzzzz,” etc.

Smothers you in hugs and kisses

Wants to watch rom coms with you before going to bed that night, complete with themed snacks

He bought you matching V-Day underwear

Nihil

Gets you one of those generic heart shaped chocolate boxes from the drug store

He also leaves a very mushy, sentimental hallmark card on your nightstand

“Why do we need a special day? I love you everyday!”

He doesn’t arrange anything for the Ministry as a whole but he does make sure to do the bare minimum for his partner

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ask-the-clergy-bc · 1 year ago

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Kinda random, but can you do the papas/ghouls with a sibling of sin who crochets (preferably nonrimantic/platonic relationship but you don’t have to) also hope you have a good day/week :)

Never be afraid to ask for platonic/friendship/non-romantic requests! I’m always happy to do them :)

Also, crocheting is the BEST! I’m so excited to do this!

I hope you enjoy and have a good night yourself ❤️

G/N Reader

Platonic friendship

Era V Ghouls

Fluff/light hearted prompt

Papas and Ghouls with a Sibling of Sin who Crochets

Papa Nihil: One of his most prized possessions is a vintage styled blanket you made for him. It’s a granny square blanket with trim, and in the warm colors you’d find in someone’s 70’s inspired house. It reminds him of the ones he used to love and it stays on the back of his couch. You have been roped into being his movie buddy. So while you both are watching cheesy horror movies, you share the blanket as he watches and you crochet more!

Papa I: Papa adores your crocheting! Most of your time spent together is basically you both doing a quiet activity while lightly chatting. You with your yarn and he with whatever task he’s appointed himself that day. He has commissioned you for pot cozies for his favorite old plants. They comically break up his dark decor, but he adores them. You even picked a yarn that feels good sensory wise on his hands! Whenever he finds old books about yarn and needlework he gives them to you. It actually got you into lace making as well!

Papa II: He has a reputation for being a luxury goods type of man, and many wrongly assume he wouldn’t like hand made goods. But Papa has a deep respect for any skill based craft. Depending on what you make may or may not interest him, but he admires your skill. You once crocheted him some very tasteful doilies. Papa uses them under his favorite bottles of alcohol to really bring out his display shelves. He has gifted you high quality wool yarn before.

Papa III: Acts like everything you make is divine. Because to him it is! Papa also has a deep love of craftsmanship. But be aware, he LOVES getting hand made things from you! Papa will happily commission you for whatever pops into his head. Or if you’re making something he will go, “I want one too! Make it in purple?” Papa delights in being a friend and patron of you, no matter what you make. His favorite is the time you made him a sweater for his birthday! He wore it all day and bragged about having a one of kind piece of art from you.

Papa IV/Cardinal Copia: Copia tends to get lost in watching you crochet. Like, he intensely watches your hands as you work. He can’t help himself, it’s so mesmerizing! He won’t admit how much he really wants stuff you’ve made. But Copia knows from experience how annoying it is to be pestered for your skill. He’s absolutely delighted when you make him a toy rat! It stays in his office on his desk so he can play with it while he’s thinking.

Aether: You convinced him to take up crocheting with you… and he LOVES IT! It’s actually thanks to you both that the band had those gold sweaters for the Christmas pictures back in the Prequelle days! You two had worked your fingers to the bone for MONTHS to get them ready! Aether finds a similar peace in crocheting the way he does with guitar. When he stayed back from touring he had more time to dedicate working with you. You even have your own sweater he made just for you!

Phantom: You have this chaotic ghoul so enamored with everything you make!! You even made him a tiny yarn ghost that he takes everywhere (affectionately named Phantom Jr.) you have tried to help teach Phantom how to knit with very little success. Oh well! He’ll just sit and watch you do it instead. Phantom always has questions and is just happy to hear you talk about it! Phantom Jr is placed in his front vest pocket at all times.

Aurora: Constantly begs you to go yarn shopping with her. Aurora actually has a brilliant eye for color and flair, so she happily picks out combinations to use for your projects. She became addicted to your work when you made her a pair of fingerless gloves so her prized claws don’t get caught. She introduced you to the rest of the band as, “my amazingly talented friend who made the gloves you’re all jealous of”!

Sunshine: Thinks you’re some kind of wizard, because how else could you do something so amazing?? Sunshine loves to sit with you and hold your yarn as you work. Sometimes they like to help and just untangle your yarn or re-wind some back into skeins. Sunshine is just happy to watch you make amazing pieces while they practice or do boring paper work next to you. They won’t admit they would love a fun hat from you!

Swiss: Has worn everything you ever made him and immediately shows them off. Swiss has mastered doing a fashion show walk as he models the newest hat you made. “Oh, is everyone jealous I have the newest crochet couture?” If you sell these he will tell EVERYONE! Thanks to him the whole band owns one of your hats!! He’s so proud of your skill and vows to get everyone in the ministry to adore your work!

Cumulus: You both accidentally became good friends thanks to your crocheting! You were taking commissions around the ministry to earn a few extra dollars and favors (as chores only gave you so much allowance). Imagine your surprised when THE Cumulus approached you with a want for a scarf. You ended up knitting the most gorgeous bean stitch cream scarf for her. While chatting during the commission times you both found you got along splendidly. Cumulus hasn’t let you out of her sight since, and wears her scarf every winter!

Cirrus: The pianist has made it her mission to stop others from pestering you for free crochet pieces. Specifically her fellow band mates. But Cirrus won’t lie and say she has a lot of pride in being able to say she owns one of your little crochet animals. You once made her a tiny yarn cat just because, and she adores it! When you both are hanging around you nearly cried seeing the little plush cat rest on her practice keyboard. According to Cirrus, that’s her song editor. Awww!

Mountain: You weren’t sure what he thought of, he’s always so quiet! You were surprised one day when he finally seemed to acknowledge your hobby by politely showing you a pattern. A yarn cactus plushie attached to a plush pot. Mountain explains he really wanted to see if you would make him something but felt too shy to ask. The drummer assuming that you made so many projects because you’re obviously swarmed by commissions! He was so grateful you made it and praises you for how well made it is. You were so flattered when he immediately showed the rest of the band what you made!

Rain: Adores anything cute you make! His favorite are the little animals you make from different patterns. Every time you find a new pattern he asks if you can make him one too! He has a whole shelf of small yarn animals and refuses to let anyone touch them. They are special because they are from you, one of his best friends! He especially adores the jellyfish with long yarn trails you made for his summoning anniversary.

Sodo/Ember: Thinks crocheting is badass but it’s a little low energy for him. He can’t watch you do it or it calms him down enough to want to take a nap (everyone begs you to keep doing it.) if you crochet around him and he’s tired enough he will just rest on you and sleep (with permission of course.) you have made him a hat to cover the time he broke his horn and Sodo refused to let anyone touch it. He has commissioned you to make gifts for the band many times!

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thewitcheswitch89 · 10 months ago

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The Nightmare (?)

(I don't know how this has taken such a turn….but I kind of like it … let's see where it goes from here...)

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„Precognitive Dreams Precognitive dreams are experiences where an individual has dreams that predict future events. These are not vague sensations but specific episodes in which the dream content aligns with events that later occur in reality.“https://zenorzen.com/dreams/types/precognitive-dreams/#:~:text=Precognitive%20dreams%20are%20experiences%20where%20an%20individual%20has,aligns%20with%20events%20that%20later%20occur%20in%20reality

You awoke from a nightmare in your room, sitting up in your bed and panting heavily.

You looked around, taking in your familiar surroundings. It was all just a dream, you told yourself, and you laid back down. But the shadows seemed to come closer. You couldn't stand it anymore. You needed comfort. You needed him. Without thinking twice, you got out of bed, slipped on your slippers, and walked out of your room into the dark hallway of the Ministry. You made your way to his apartment, his keys in your hand. You opened his door and closed it behind you with a silent click. You locked it from the inside. You kicked off your slippers and tiptoed through his living room to his bedroom.

Copia was asleep in his bed, blissfully unaware. A blanket covered most of his body except for his head. He slept on his side facing the door. His chest rose and fell gently with each inhale and exhale.

Your heart swelled with emotion as you watched him sleep. You slipped into the room and closed the door behind you before tiptoeing over to his bed and carefully crawling into it and under his blanket.

Copia's breathing remained steady as you slid into the bed. The only sign that he noticed your presence was when he instinctively put an arm around you, pulling you closer to him without waking him.

You gasped. and your body went stiff. Did you wake him up?

Copia let out a small yawn. His eyes remained closed and he pulled you a little closer to him. His hand now rested on the small of your back. He hadn't woken up.

But he seemed to feel your presence. You looked at him for a while, making sure he was still deep in sleep, before turning to face him, shifting your position, letting your head rest on his pillow. Even though the bed was big enough, you needed his closeness now.

Copia's arm, still wrapped around your waist, felt you turn over. His other arm wrapped around your torso, pulling you closer so that you rested against his chest with your head on his shoulder. His hands lightly touched your back through your top.

You looked at him. "Are you awake?" you whispered, hoping he was.

Copia was awake now. "Mmh... barely." He murmured in a hoarse voice. "What are you doing in my bed, mia cara?" He asked, still sounding sleepy.

"Sorry, I didn't want to wake you!" you whispered. "But... I had a nightmare..."

Copia shifted to a more comfortable position. "Come here." He murmured as he pulled you even closer. One of his hands began to stroke your back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked softly.

You sighed and played with his shirt. "It was just stupid, actually...I was dreaming about Terzo...they...dragged him off the stage and killed him..."

Copia pulled you closer until you were almost on top of him, your legs intertwined with his. "It was just a nightmare, mia cara. Terzo is fine." He reassured you as he continued to stroke your back gently with one of his hands.

"I dont know...it was so real...he is Papa now...but they dragged him off the stage and killed him...then there was you...and you were Papa Emeritus IV!" you said, remembering every detail of the dream, it made you shiver.

Copia tightened his grip on you as he felt you tremble. One of his hands moved to the back of your head to gently stroke your hair. "But I'm still me. I'm still Copia," he said, pulling you up a bit so that you were chest to chest with him.

"But in my dream you were Papa!", you insisted..." And that is what you will be... one day, right?"

Copia shifted under you so that he was lying on his back with you on top of him. He had his arms wrapped around you so that you remained on top of him.

"You know I don't like to think about that, mia cara." He murmured as his hands continued to gently stroke your back.

"But it's true, isn't it?" your voice trembled.

He let out a sigh. "It is." He agreed as he looked up at you. "But it doesn't matter. I will still be me." He said as one of his hands moved to gently run his fingers through your hair.

"But they killed Terzo for it!" you said, feeling your tears well up.

Copia's heart ached when he saw the tears in your eyes. He shifted so that you slipped to the side, next to him. He quickly shifted so that he was holding you in his arms, his body pressed against your back. He held you in a comforting position as his hands continued to gently stroke your body. "Sshh, it's okay, mia cara." He murmured, planting a soft kiss on the back of your head.

"I saw Sister and Nihil...and one of the ghouls...and they killed him!" your tears ran down your cheeks.

Copia felt a pang in his heart. His hand that had been stroking your back suddenly stopped. He hated to see you so upset. He pulled you closer as he tried to comfort you.

"It was only a dream, mia cara. None of this will happen, I promise." He whispered into your ear.

You sighed and looked at him through the darkness. "What if you become Papa... and they do the same to you after they no longer need you?“

Copia was silent for a moment, just holding you in his arms. He still hadn't fully come to terms with the fact that he would eventually succeed Papa Nihil as Papa Emeritus IV. He feared that the same fate as his predecessors might await him. But he didn't want to worry you with his own fears and doubts, all you had was a dream, right? So instead of answering, he just tightened his grip on you. "Everything will be fine, mia cara." He told you softly.

You nodded. But there was still a strange feeling in your stomach. "It was just a nightmare...just a nightmare....Terzo is still alive and he is still Papa Emeritus III right? Alive and not dead....?"

Copia's heart ached again when he heard the doubt in your voice. One of his hands started moving slowly up and down your back again. "Yes, mia cara. Terzo is alive. He is still Papa Emeritus III. And he is perfectly well." He reassured you.

You took a deep, shuddering breath and laid your head on his chest.

Copia hugged you even tighter. He kissed the top of your head gently. He could still feel that you were tense. He continued to slowly rub your back with one of his hands while he thought for a moment about how best to comfort you.

He moved a little so that his body was pressed against you, surrounding you with his warmth. He used one of his legs to gently push yours apart so that he could slip his leg between them, pulling you even closer.

He continued to hold you in his arms, whispering soothing words into your ear from time to time as his hand slowly moved up and down your back.

Copia's mind was racing. As he lay there holding you in his arms, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. He tried to push the feeling away, telling himself that it was just an overreaction to your nightmare. But the feeling remained.

He pulled you a little closer to him, desperately trying to calm himself as his hand continued to slowly rub your back.

He could feel your heart beating against his chest. It was still slightly elevated from the remnants of your nightmare. As he felt your heart begin to slow, he began to relax a little. He concentrated on the feel of your body against his and your steady breathing.

But even as he lay there with you in his arms, the feeling of unease still lingered in his mind.

"I love you," you whispered against his neck.

Copia's heart skipped a beat when he suddenly heard you speak. The words you had said made his heart ache. A wave of emotions washed over him.

He held you closer and buried his face in your hair. "I love you too, mia cara." He murmured against your skin.

He held you close in his embrace, feeling the warmth of your body against his and the steady rhythm of your heart beating against his chest. But even as he held you in his arms, that nagging feeling of unease still hadn't completely left him.

"It was just a nightmare," you whispered. "Just...a nightmare!"

Copia nodded. "Yes, it was just a nightmare." He agreed with a quiet voice. He knew you were trying to reassure yourself as much as he was.

But even as he said the words, he couldn't shake the feeling in his gut. He knew deep inside that something was wrong.

That something was about to happen.

Copia felt his heart sink as the feeling of unease intensified. He tried to push it aside, telling himself that it was just his mind playing tricks on him. But deep inside he knew that something was wrong.

He held you tighter as if to protect you from any possible danger. His mind was racing with worst-case scenarios.

Copia's grip on you tightened almost involuntarily. "Don't worry, mia cara." He murmured into your hair. His voice was soft and reassuring, but there was an undercurrent of concern. "It was just a nightmare." He repeated.

But even as he said the words, he knew he was partly lying. His intuition told him that something was about to go terribly wrong.

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erin-writes-ghost-fluff · 10 months ago

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Actual pic of myself ignoring canon and building my own AU. Sorry Tobias dgdggdhfhf

#the band ghost #EVERYONE'S GONNA BE HAPPY IN THE END DAMN IT #....Mostly everyone with the exception of Nihil and Seestor #“the brothers hate each other” and that's where I come in... because what if they didn't?#I'M FIXING TO WRITE THEM INTERACTING LIKE SIBLINGS #*insert elmo fire gif here*#it's my blog and there's gonna be fluff and flangst god damn it #i am cringe but i am free

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copiasghoulfriend · 2 years ago

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Sinfully Yours,

Summary: In this enigmatic tale, Nurse Penelope (Penny) awakens next to the alluring Terzo in an unfamiliar room, leading to confusion and intrigue. Amidst her nursing duties, Penny grapples with her attraction to Terzo and her commitment to her distant boyfriend, Mary. Mysterious gestures from an anonymous admirer and Terzo himself further complicate her emotions. While Penny navigates the complexities of her feelings and her role in the intriguing Emeritus family, she remains torn between the allure of the unknown and her unwavering connection with Mary, resulting in a captivating blend of romance, mystery, and personal growth.

Rating: Mature, Explicit, Eventually 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore / Emeritus Family / Copia

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Infidelity, Emotional Turmoil, Mature Language, Suggestive Imagery, Alcohol Use, Romantic Tension, Implied Nudity, Intrigue and Mystery, Personal Struggles

AO3 Chapter One Chapter Two

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Chapter Three: Under the New Moon's Spell

Tension hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating the room. Mary's confrontation with the Emeritus Family had escalated rapidly, and I felt a growing sense of dread as I stood beside him.

Secondo's voice was measured but filled with authority as he addressed Mary. "Young man, that is NOT how you treat a woman. Especially one of our own. I haven't seen you around before. You are?"

My heart raced as all eyes turned to us. Mary's grip on my arm tightened, and I knew he was struggling to contain his anger. He forced his way through the crowd of sisters, determined to make his point.

"My name is Mary Goore. I'm Penny's boyfriend," he declared, his voice carrying a threat that hung in the air like an unspoken challenge. "I can see why the mishap started with her having sex with one of you. If I find out exactly who it was, you're dead meat."

His words reverberated through the hall, and I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Mary's confrontation was bold, but it was also reckless.

Secondo, seated but exuding authority, responded with a mixture of reprimand and understanding. "Mary, that's not how you approach one of us. I don't like your attitude. This here is a congregation of Satan. You will respect us and him. I am, however, sorry for what had happened at the party."

Terzo's gaze remained locked on me, and I could see a storm of emotions raging within him. His fists clenched tightly, and his eyes seemed to pierce through me. The tension between Mary and the Emeritus Family had reached a dangerous precipice, and I feared the consequences that would follow.

"Secondo, we can't allow this disrespectful behavior to tarnish our family's reputation. It's clear he's trouble and not the right fit for Penny. Speaking of which, Mary, it seems Penny excels in more ways than one." Terzo's words dripped with sly innuendo as he spoke, his gaze locking onto Mary's before he turned and departed through the ministry's private entrance.

Terzo's words cut through the already tense atmosphere like a sharp blade, leaving a heavy silence in their wake. Mary's face twisted with anger, his fists clenching as he shot daggers at Terzo's retreating figure. It was clear that those words had hit a nerve, but there was also an underlying current of pain in Mary's eyes.

Secondo, always the voice of reason, let out a weary sigh. "This is hardly the appropriate place for such confrontations. We shall address this matter privately. Mary, you must grasp the intricacies of our community. Penny is now one of us. You must respect that."

Despite his composed demeanor, there was a touch of resignation in Secondo's tone. He gestured toward the exit, a signal for Mary and me to depart the hall. The tension in the room lingered, and as we made our way out, I couldn't help but ponder what the future held for us within the ministry and the intricate web of relationships that seemed to ensnare us all.

The overwhelming sense of sorrow washed over me as Mary and I were escorted out of the hall by Secondo. It was a tumultuous and emotional ordeal that I hadn't anticipated. I had hoped for change in Mary, believing he had transformed, and now I grappled with the reality of his unchanged self. My own regret for letting myself go at the workplace party gnawed at me. Terzo's presence was a tantalizing contrast to the chaos, his charm and ease of conversation leaving an impression.

But then, amidst the confusion and mounting frustration, Mary's voice erupted like a volcanic eruption. His accusations, laced with anger and jealousy, pierced the air. Without a word, I turned away from him and headed towards my room, my sanctuary in this tumultuous moment. I paused in front of my door and faced Mary, my voice a hushed plea, tinged with fear of his reaction.

"Mary," I whispered, "I need you to leave, right now." My words hung in the air, a quiet yet resolute plea for him to respect my boundaries. Mary, however, was far from compliant; his fury ignited anew as he seized me, pinning me against the door with a heavy thud. His hands, once tender and loving, now slammed against the wooden frame, reverberating with anger.

"I'm not leaving," he hissed vehemently, his breath hot on my face, "not until you come with me." His words dripped with possessiveness, as if he could simply claim me, as if my choices were irrelevant.

I summoned my courage, my voice quaking but steady. "Mary, I work here," I emphasized, my tone underscoring the importance of my commitment to my career. "I went to college, earned my certifications to be here. What do you do? You're in a band, wasting your life away, drowning in alcohol. You've become an abusive alcoholic."

My words struck home, and for a moment, Mary's rage faltered. His face contorted with a mix of anger, pain, and self-awareness. It was a brief, fragile moment of clarity in the storm of emotions that had consumed us both.

"You know what, Penny? We're through. You can have these oddballs. You... you were a fantastic girlfriend. But I can find someone better," Mary's voice wavered, a cocktail of anger and heartbreak lacing his parting words. He stormed away, leaving me standing there, emotions swirling in a turbulent mix.

With a heavy heart, I turned around and leaned my forehead against the cool surface of my room's door, letting the tears flow freely. Time became a blur, and I had no grasp of how long I'd been standing there when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Please... just leave," I whispered, my voice choked with emotion. The hand continued its soothing back rub, offering solace.

I raised my tear-streaked face from the door, and to my surprise, Secondo stood beside me. His demeanor had shifted from the stern authority he'd displayed earlier to one of unexpected kindness.

"Piccolina, this might be for the best," he said softly, his eyes conveying understanding and warmth. I struggled to find my voice, to respond to this unexpected compassion.

"I don't know if he'll return, but my brother and the cardinal will be pleased," Secondo continued, his words cloaked in mystery. I furrowed my brow, intrigued by the cryptic message.

"W-What do you mean, Secondo?" I managed to inquire, my voice quivering. He paused for a moment, as if weighing his words carefully.

"The other two... they care for you more than you realize," he began, casting a cautious glance around to ensure our privacy. "I can't reveal who's behind the roses. But it was my suggestion. You're something out of my wildest dreams, Penny. Yet, I'm too old for you. Consider my words. Whoever you choose, you'll find happiness either way."

With these enigmatic words, Secondo placed a tender kiss on my forehead and departed, leaving me to ponder the enigmatic situation I now found myself in.

I decided that tonight I was going to chaperone the Sisters and Brothers New Moon party. It was a way to get out of the house for a few hours, perhaps to mingle with Terzo and Copia while sober. After a warm shower, I set out to get myself ready. My hair took a while to dry, but I styled it differently than usual. A smoky eye makeup look added a touch of mystery to my appearance. I selected a silver mini dress from my closet that showcased my assets.

Feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, I remembered that I had two shots in the fridge. I downed them quickly for a bit of liquid courage. Afterward, I approached the mirror by the door, critiquing myself more harshly than I should. Shaking off my self-doubt, I grabbed my keys and opened the door, only to find Terzo standing there, looking dashing in a dark purple suit.

"Buonasera, Penny," he greeted me, his eyes locking onto mine with an undeniable charm.

"Evening, Terzo, um... Papa," I replied, shifting my gaze away from his penetrating stare. He gently grasped my hands and planted tender kisses on the tops of them. "You know well enough that you can call me Terzo," he insisted, his touch encouraging me to meet his gaze. There was something different about him tonight.

"Penny, actually... I'm here to apologize for earlier. Mary was getting on my nerves, and I may have said some... things I shouldn't have," he confessed, using his hand to gently lift my chin, so I looked at him. His eyes held a genuine sincerity that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. I blushed at his words.

"Terzo... there's no need to apologize. I knew Mary went too far. I have the bruises to prove it, thanks to him. You were just trying to protect me, much like Secondo. I understand," I responded, offering a warm smile that seemed to light up his face.

"So, you're already a bit tipsy? I'm relatively sober. There's no harm in just having a chat. I promise I won't end up in your bed again," I added playfully, causing his smile to broaden as he appeared more comfortable in my presence.

Terzo flashed a mischievous smile as he playfully asked, "Hey! How do you know I'm Tipsy, Penny?"

I couldn't help but chuckle softly, feeling a sense of ease wash over me in Terzo's lighthearted presence. "Well, your slightly flushed cheeks and that Cheshire cat grin might be a giveaway," I teased, gesturing toward his beaming face.

Terzo's laughter resonated through the hallway. "Alright, fair point," he conceded with a grin of his own. "But hey, I'm a much more entertaining Terzo when I've had a couple of drinks."

I raised an eyebrow, pretending to be skeptical. "Oh, really? You weren't exactly dull before, you know."

With a wink, he leaned in slightly closer, his voice laced with a flirtatious tone. "Trust me, Penny, there's a lot more to me that you haven't seen yet."

Terzo's remark sent a warm shiver down my spine, and I felt my cheeks flush even more. We stood there, locked in a playful moment, before he changed the subject.

"So, are you ready for the party tonight?" Terzo asked, stepping back slightly and adjusting his suit jacket.

I nodded, regaining some composure. "Yeah, I am. It'll be a good opportunity to unwind and forget about everything that's been going on."

Terzo nodded sympathetically, his eyes showing a hint of concern. "I'm here for you, Penny, if you ever need someone to talk to. You don't have to carry your burdens alone."

I appreciated his genuine offer of support. "Thanks, Terzo. That means a lot to me."

With a warm smile, he offered his arm. "Shall we, Penny?"

I looped my arm through his, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence that I hadn't anticipated. "Lead the way, Terzo." Together, we made our way into the heart of the New Moon party, leaving the worries of the day behind, at least for a little while.

The New Moon party was in full swing in the enchanting garden. Twinkling fairy lights illuminated the pathways, and the night air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers. The soft melodies played by the Ghouls created a magical atmosphere. Sisters and Brothers, dressed in a mix of elegant and casual attire, mingled, danced, and reveled in the electric atmosphere.

Terzo guided me to the bar, where Cardinal Copia was engaged in lively conversation with Sister Imperator. Copia noticed us and greeted us with a warm smile. "Ah, Penny, Terzo, you both look splendid tonight. Join us for a drink?"

Although I was a bit starstruck in Copia's presence, I managed to nod and offer a polite greeting. "Thank you, Cardinal. We'd love to."

As Copia ordered our drinks, Terzo leaned in and whispered, "You're doing great, Penny. Just relax and enjoy yourself."

His words were reassuring, and I felt a growing ease settle within me. Copia handed us our drinks, and we continued chatting with him and Sister Imperator. The Cardinal's charm and humor made it easy to understand why so many were drawn to him.

As the night progressed, Terzo and I ventured onto the dance floor, carried away by the infectious music. We danced and laughed, letting go of the troubles that had weighed on us earlier. For a few hours, all that mattered was the joy of the present moment.

Eventually, we found ourselves in a quieter corner of the garden, away from the pulsating music. Terzo's expression turned more serious as he gazed into my eyes. "Penny, I want you to know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens. You're a remarkable person, and you deserve all the happiness in the world."

His words touched my heart, and I felt a deep connection with him. "Thank you, Terzo. I truly appreciate your support."

He smiled warmly, and before I knew it, he leaned in, and our lips met in a gentle, lingering kiss. It was a moment filled with both longing and comfort, leaving me breathless.

As we pulled away, Terzo whispered, "Let's make tonight about us, Penny. Just us."

I nodded, feeling grateful for this unexpected connection and the chance to find solace in his presence. Tonight, surrounded by the Sister and Brothers of the ministry, I allowed myself to forget the troubles that had weighed me down and simply enjoyed the magic of the New Moon party. Terzo turned to me, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You know, Penny, this garden holds a few secrets of its own. It's a place where wishes come true under the moonlight."

I chuckled, enchanted by his words. "Is that so? What's your wish, Terzo?"

He looked at me intently, his voice soft. "My wish, Penny, is to see you smile. To see you happy."

His words warmed my heart, and in that moment, I felt a deep connection with him. Without another word, he took my hand, and we began to dance beneath the starry sky. It was a slow, dreamy dance, and I couldn't help but feel like I was in a fairy tale.

As the night continued, we shared stories and laughter, finding solace in each other's company. The troubles that had plagued us earlier seemed to vanish, and all that mattered was the present moment.

Under the enchanting spell of the New Moon and the magic of the garden, I realized that sometimes unexpected connections could provide the comfort and happiness we needed most.

As the New Moon party gradually wound down, and the first rays of dawn began to break over the horizon, Terzo and I found ourselves standing at the edge of the garden. The once lively atmosphere had mellowed into a serene and peaceful morning.

Terzo gently brushed a strand of hair from my face, his eyes reflecting the soft, golden hues of the sunrise. "Penny, it's getting late, or rather early. I should probably walk you back to your room."

I nodded, feeling a mix of reluctance and contentment. The night had been a surprising and delightful escape from reality, and I didn't want it to end. As we made our way through the quiet halls of the ministry, the weight of our individual struggles and responsibilities began to creep back into our thoughts.

Reaching my door, I turned to face Terzo, my heart heavy with the uncertainty of what the future held. "Terzo, tonight has been... incredible. You've been an unexpected source of comfort and happiness for me."

He smiled warmly, his fingers gently tracing a path along my cheek. "Penny, you deserve all the happiness in the world."

Our lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, a silent promise of the connection we had forged amidst the chaos of our lives. As we pulled away, I whispered, "Goodnight, Terzo."

"Goodnight, Penny," he replied softly before disappearing down the hallway.

I entered my room, the memories of the night still fresh in my mind. It had been a night of laughter, dancing, and a connection that had surprised us both. The troubles and complications of our lives hadn't disappeared, but for a few precious hours, we had found solace in each other's presence.

As I slipped into bed, I couldn't help but smile, feeling a glimmer of hope and warmth in my heart. The unexpected friendship—or perhaps something more—that had blossomed between Terzo and me was a reminder that even in the darkest of times, moments of light and connection were still possible.

As she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the image of Terzo's mischievous twinkle and his whispered words played in her mind. She couldn't deny the attraction and the comfort she felt in his presence. But she also knew that her journey was far from over, and the choices she would make in the days to come would shape her future.

With a sigh, Penny allowed herself to surrender to sleep, her dreams filled with the echoes of the New Moon Party and the unexpected connection that had ignited amidst the moonlight and magic of the night.

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inkrabbit · 1 year ago

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Preening

Just short fluff because I haven't shown these idiots some love in a while

"Master?"

Papa Nihil looks up from his typewriter, gray eyes glowing in the dimly lit hall outside of the office. Of course it was Notus. Who else would be up so early in the morning if not him or Sister Imperator?

"What is it, early bird?" He raises a wrinkly hand, beckoning his air ghoul closer. Obediently, the ghoul steps inside, silently shutting the office door behind him. His shirt is gone, exposing his white and black-spotted wings.

"Do you have a moment?" Notus asks softly, taking a few steps towards the desk. Even with his failing eyesight, Nihil could see the fresh pin feathers. A smile forms across his face as he pushes away from his desk.

"Come here, figlio," He waits patiently, watching as Notus quickly makes his way over to Nihil, turning his back to him and kneeling in front of him. Nihil reaches forward when Notus's right wing extends, old but nimble fingers gently pinching the keratin casing, hearing the soft crunch as he works the feather loose, slipping the casing away.

"The others aren't awake yet?" Nihil asks softly as he moves on to another feather. A soft grunt comes from Notus.

"Silvanus was drinking last night, so he's not up yet," Notus explains. Nihil vaguely remembers watching the earth ghoul mix drinks the previous night but he wasn't sure if the drinking binge continued after he had gone to bed. With Silvanus's high tolerance, Nihil assumed his beloved earth ghoul overdid it.

"He got into the alcohol again?" he asks, just for confirmation.

"Him and Ares," Notus tells him, giving a small shake of the head. Another pin feather is removed and Nihil watches as Notus flutters and stretches his wing.

"They haven't changed, I'm assuming?" With everything that was happening recently, Nihil hadn't been able to spend time with his own ghouls. Sister Imperator had been grabbing him for different meetings and plans that he could barely keep up with in his old age. He didn't know how she did it.

"You'd know if you'd take the time to visit the dens," Notus's reply is sharp and quick, and Nihil feels like he's just been punched in the gut.

"Mi dispiace, figlio mio," he sighs, moving on to Notus's left wing. "The abbey has become very busy lately. You know how it is."

A soft hum of acknowledgement comes from Notus. "Cardinale?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Nihil grumbles. Though the mere mention of the Cardinal makes him want to strangle someone, Nihil continues to maintain a gentle touch as he rids Notus's wing of more pin feathers towards the base. "Sister is so adamant about having him become Papa."

"Can't be worse than Terzo, right?" The question makes Nihil scoff, if even he does consider it. Would Copia be better than Terzo? The little troublemaker did win that Grammy, and he had been bringing in a lot of new members, even if Nihil's ghouls were apprehensive about that fact.

"I guess we'll see," he sighs, finishing up with Notus's wing. He watches as the wings flutter a few times and stretch out again.

"Danke, Master," Notus stands up, his wings folding as he turns to stare down at him. Nihil returns his gaze. Even after all of these years, his ghouls still kept him in a state of awe. Their power and presence would always fascinate him.

"Maybe I'll drop by the dens this evening?" Nihil offers softly. He sees Notus's tail flick, his feathers just barely grazing the ground. "You're right. I haven't visited in a while."

"You know Neptune will come find you if you don't come willingly," Notus teases as a grin spreads across his face, the tips of his fangs just barely showing.

"I wouldn't expect anything else."

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darkmatilda · 7 months ago

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Heyhey, so I got this idea stuck in my head today, since I got such a bad hangover. I know tmi, but I was best friends with my toilet. The only thing helping me get through this mess was imagining Spencer infodumping facts and taking care of me…like holding my hair, making tea and cuddles.

So that’s basically my request. Basically reader drank too much on girls night and it’s the next day filled with regret and misery.

𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬' 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 | 𝐬.𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: the fun at your friend's bachelorette party ends by the toilet with a headache, but when you have such a wonderful boyfriend, even the worst hangover doesn't scare you.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬/��𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐰: spencer reid x femreader, established relationship, fluff, hungover, alcohol consumption, spancer takes care of you. 𝐚/𝐧: this is one of the requests i got from you lately, it's really different from my other fics (i don't really write so fluffy and comfy things...) but i just hope you'll like it and that you feel better now :>

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1.4

“So? Did you have fun with the girls?”

You answered the question, laced with irony, with a faint groan, resting your cheek on the cold toilet seat. You didn’t even have the strength to turn toward your boyfriend, Spencer, who was likely leaning against the bathroom doorway with a look that screamed a classic I told you so.

Because he had told you. Before you left, after he’d finished marveling at how stunning you looked in the dress you’d chosen for the evening, he’d turned serious for a moment. He’d reminded you to be careful, stick close to the girls, watch your drink, and not overdo it with the alcohol. You’d joked that he sounded like your parent, but deep down, you knew it came from how much he cared about you. You never wanted to make him worry. That’s why you approached alcohol that evening with extreme caution, sipping one drink slowly over the course of half the night.

That was until Penelope raised her glass with a jubilant cheer—To our wonderful bride-to-be!—while pulling JJ into a tight embrace.

Prentiss joined the toast, and then you did too. Together, you made your way to the dance floor, and the rest of the night became a blur of shifting club lights, the thrum of music vibrating through every cell of your body, and laughter—so much laughter, endless laughter.

And now, thanks to that laughter—and your wildly misplaced confidence in your alcohol tolerance—you were spending the morning getting intimately acquainted with the toilet, swearing to never touch tequila again, and occasionally cursing Penelope’s enthusiasm.

“I had an absolutely splendid time,” you scoffed, and with that gesture, a sharp pain spread through your head. You sighed again, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. “Doesn’t it show?”

Then, another wave of nausea hit, forcing you to bury your head in the toilet.

The sound of vomiting drowned out the noise of him approaching, and you were startled to feel him crouching beside you, pulling your hair away from your neck and face, protecting it from getting dirty.

“Oh, sweetheart, the next few hours are going to be brutal for you,” he remarked, shaking his head and continuing to toy with your hair, gathering it into a makeshift ponytail with his hands instead of a hair tie.

“I’ve got one,” you mumbled weakly, raising your wrist to show the hair tie wrapped around it.

“No need, I’ve got it,” he replied.

“You don’t have to, it’s disgusting,” you said, suddenly embarrassed that he’d found you in such a state.

“Homo sum, humani nihil a me alienum puto,” he quoted, placing one hand gently on your back and stroking it soothingly. You focused on that fluid motion, closing your eyes again and hoping this was the last wave of nausea. “Besides, have you already forgotten I’m a criminal profiler? I see things a hundred thousand times worse than this over breakfast.”

You couldn’t help yourself and let out a short laugh.

“I think that’s it,” you said, gathering your strength to push yourself up onto your knees and finally move away from the toilet. “I hope that’s it.”

“Take it slow,” he advised, quickly standing up first to help you get up. “Alright? Do you feel at least one-tenth of a single percent better?”

“No, baby. I asked my stomach, and it said we actually feel about two-tenths of…something better.”

“Your sarcasm is back, so I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Guess what else came back?” you asked, causing him to nod questioningly. “I don’t know either. I’m too exhausted to even come up with a sensible joke. I just want to lie down and sleep… Oh, or take a bath… Or lie down in the bath…”

“You know, that’s dangerous? Bathtub drownings are more common than you might think. From ten to fifteen percent of all drownings in the United States.”

“I’m ready to take that risk.”

“Well, in that case, someone will have to keep an eye on you.”

As soon as you found yourself almost completely submerged in the water, you sighed in relief. Every muscle in your body ached from the fun at the bachelorette party, especially your calves, exhausted from walking all night in heels. The warmth was soothing. Spencer, though he offered to stay with you, had disappeared for a moment outside the bathroom. With every flutter of your eyelids, you felt a sensation like a rollercoaster ride, spinning at a dizzying speed around its own axis. Each such ride resulted in a wave of nausea, so you refrained from falling asleep and waited for your boyfriend to return.

After a minute or two, he appeared in the doorway with a glass of water.

“You need to drink this,” he said, handing you the cold glass. “Alcohol causes dehydration, which is the main cause of your headache and fatigue. Plus, it flushes out all the toxins. It’s the best thing you can do for a hangover.”

He placed a tiny stool, which was in your bathroom, next to the bathtub and sat down on it. With a foamy hand, you took the glass from him.

“You know what else is good for a hangover?” you asked. “Cold beer.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Well, it was worth a try.”

For a moment, you both sat in silence, his hand absentmindedly grazing the water, and his chin resting on the edge of the bathtub.

“And now, seriously, how was the bachelorette party? Did you have fun? Did JJ like it?”

“She was surprised we even planned something for her. Though Penelope almost spilled the beans at least twenty times. I had an amazing time, especially when one guy tried to hit on me by saying he worked for the FBI.”

Spencer’s eyebrows shot up in amusement.

“Did he work there?”

“Oh, come on. Anyone who brags about working for the FBI at a club probably doesn’t. “And I already have one handsome agent at home, why would I need another?” you asked, causing him to smile. At the sight, you couldn’t help yourself and wrapped your foam-covered arm around his neck, soaking half of his sweater, just to plant a strong kiss on his cheek. “Not just handsome, but the sweetest and most caring one in the world. What would I do without you?”

He didn’t seem to mind the wet clothes at all, tilting his head to the side and narrowing his eyes with contentment at your words.

“Probably drowned in the bathtub.”

“And also the king of comedy. Okay, the water is already cold, and my fingers are all wrinkled. Could you pass me a towel?” you asked. “And since you’re being so kind, maybe also, I don’t know, lie down with me in bed? Cuddling is good for a hangover too. I read an article about it recently.”

“Really?” he pretended to be surprised, theatrically scratching his chin. He sighed. “Well, if the article says so, I guess we have to do it.”

Okay, maybe your head didn’t stop hurting instantly and the hangover didn’t vanish with a flick of a magic wand, but you felt incomparably better once you were in his arms, resting your head on his warm chest.

“I don’t feel sleepy. Would you like to tell me something?” you asked, lifting your gaze slightly to look at his face.

He seemed almost surprised by the request, but quickly recovered and nodded eagerly.

“Of course. If that’s what you need. What would you like to hear about?”

You shrugged, adjusting your position.

“It could be anything. I just love the sound of your voice.”

You could feel his chest rise in a sigh.

“Alright,” he agreed, his whisper pleasantly tickling the top of your head. “How about...”

You weren’t lying when you said you loved his voice. Though sometimes you apologized for him talking too much, you always encouraged him to do so. You listened to every story, every tidbit, with the same pleasure. Especially when he lowered his tone in such a tender way that it seemed to wrap the air around you both.

And even though you hadn’t felt sleepy from the start, you didn’t even catch the moment when Morpheus invited you to meet him.

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papathe5th · 3 months ago

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Could I possibllyyy ask for a Perpetua x reader where reader has been appointed his prime mover and must travel with him…I beg…

I hope to Lucifer that you have as much fun reading this as I had writing it. You didn't specify what flavor, so I prepared for you a bit of all three: fluff, angst and smut.

I would love to write some more about a hypothetical Prime Mover, but this is all I can muster for today.

READ THE SECOND PART HERE: PART TWO

Papa V Perpetua x Prime Mover f!Reader

Words: 1500

Rating: 18+

There was no way in the Nine Circles of Hell you were sitting your ass on a five star hotel king-sized bed all day waiting for the ritual to start. You were going to join the band at tonight’s venue for rehearsals. You will stand by Papa V Perpetua’s side as Satan intended. Until death do you apart and after the end of the world.

“You should be resting.” He moved his lips much to your annoyance.

You had but two more strokes before finishing his black Cupid’s bow, but he just had to move those mesmerizing lips of his and distract you.

“And you shouldn’t concern yourself with such menial tasks.” He looked at himself in the dressing room mirror. “We have a make-up artist for this.”

“You don’t need her,” you snapped back, barely disguising your disdain at her mention. “You do a better job of it anyway. And you have me to help.”

Papa watched your shaking hands and how they struggled to reassemble the make-up kit. And he lent your supposed helping hand a hand of his own.

“Mia Prima,” his voice is low, like it was meant for the depth of your soul, as it was on your wedding night.

You became the Prime Mover less than three months ago. The night you were sworn to Papa V Perpetua was the first time the two of you met. And he addresses you as “Mia Prima,” his First and Everlasting. You heard his low voice over the scripture read by Papa Nihil’s spirit and you felt his gloved thumb stroke your trembling hand.

Now, as he was arresting your hand, pulling it away from the pile of products, he didn’t say his vows. Papa used his power to be rid of you. Again.

“Go back to the hotel and get yourself ready for the ritual.”

“I am ready,” your voice is also a whisper, but only because you were trying your best not to shout. “Do you not like my dress?”

You already saw the way his eyes lit up when you showed up in the little black dress, the way they took little bites out of your figure when he thought you couldn’t see them through the dark holes in his mask. But now that you were being sent away, you doubted what your own eyes were witnessing.

“It suits you,” he assures you, rising from the make-up chair. “And so does the jacket,” he smirked and you saw the work you did on his lips come to life.

The jacket was black leather, so worn it looked grey in the sunlight. He had worn it in his youth and brought with him to the Ministry along with the little he owned from the outside world.

One of his treasures was a collection of Hammer Horror VHS tapes. They became your treasures too during the night of your wedding when, instead of consummating the marriage, you fell asleep in each other’s arms to the screams of dead movie stars.

You would be celebrating three months before either of you could blink, but he had been too busy building an image for the Ministry to use to reach the outside world. And, before you could settle into his chambers, you were out on the road for the first leg of the Skeletour.

“It does, doesn’t it?” You mirrored his smile. “It looks better on me than it ever did on you.”

“Does it?” He teased you, and stroked his chin with a flourish, the test make-up came off before he could stop himself.

“Papa,” you chided him. “I was just finished with that.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll just have the make-up artist—“

“No.” You stand your ground, actually speaking your mind this time. “Nobody else gets to see your bare face. Nobody.”

Papa took a step back in surprise. And you covered your mouth in shock at what had just escaped through it.

“Are you…jealous of the backstage crew?”

You couldn’t bear to look at him. He was probably mocking you, looking down at you like you were still a lowly servant. And you suppose you were still servicing him, only as a wife instead of a sister. But your marital bed had been so cold without him.

Papa reached for you, running his leather clad fingers down each of your shoulders. “Confess to your Papa.”

You hugged yourself tighter, your back turned away from him so that he wouldn’t reach your heart.

“Mia Prima,” he whispered in your ear.

“Am I really your First and Everlasting? You haven’t even touched me!” And you said all this as he was struggling to encircle his hands around your shivering body.

“It is me who should be confessing,” he breathed into the back of your neck. “I’ve been a terrible Papa. Just as my brother…our Frater feared.”

It wasn’t just you who was trembling now. He curled himself around you as he opened his heart to your closed off one. “Forgive me. They put the weight of the end of the world on my shoulders and I can’t even…I am too weak to carry it.”

The pressure you have been feeling since the members of the Clergy informed you of your new role was his pressure. While still among the Sisters of Sin, they swore they heard that Papa V Perpetua himself wanted you before the elders made their final choice. When they appointed you his Prime Mover, they split that pressure down the middle for you to carry separately instead of together.

“But you don’t have to do it alone,” you turn towards him, and he rests his silver forehead against your bare one. “We can come together.”

“Together as one,” he breathed over your lips, his breath hot and heavy.

You closed your eyes, waiting for him to take your mouth, to claim your body and finally consummate your marriage right there, right then.

“Have they shown you the stage yet?”

You opened your eyes to see he had moved his mouth along with the rest of his face.

“I’ve seen it before.”

Still, you take his arm when he offers it.

“Not this one you haven’t.”

Papa was right. You had never seen a stage this big before. It was the biggest venue that they had played so far and the stage they built was massive. The giant ghrucifix hanging from the ceiling was enough to inspire religious zealotry which was exactly what the Ministry intended.

Under its majesty, Papa spun you around and you freely fell into his embrace. The only one who could distract you from Satan was him, so you didn’t even see the ghouls chasing the crew backstage. You didn’t even notice that you two were left alone in the intimacy of the unlit arena.

“Will you join me in unholy matrimony?” Papa asked, taking both your hands in his as he did during the ceremony. “Again?”

“Yes,” you giggled. “Again and again and again.”

He kissed you. Again and again and again. The face paint you so meticulously applied was all over your mouth and you didn’t even care. You tasted the black, his tongue gliding against yours as it snakes into your mouth.

You moaned around it, your legs melting under you and your hands clawing at his curls to keep your body from falling and your mouthed interlocked.

When he released you and you both took a respite, he poured golden honeyed words into your open mouth.

“Will you be my first?” He kissed your top lip. “My everlasting?” He kissed your bottom one, suckling it before surrendering it back to you. “My unholy mother?” He kissed your chin and moved his mouth under it and downwards.

“Yes,” you moaned and he kissed the sound as it formed in your throat. “Yes.”

Then, he bit the side of your neck and you arched right into his teeth. “Will you take me into you?”

“Yes.” You pulled on his hair and he growled against the sensitive skin of your neck.

“Do it again,” he nuzzled into the bruise purpling there. “Again.”

You scraped your nails against his skull first and then you pulled.

“Again,” he scrapes his canines against the sensitive spot behind your ear. “Harder.”

You indulge him so that he sinks his teeth into you again. Both of you gasp for the same air. And both of you have trouble standing up straight.

Papa lowers you both, his mouth latching onto the lobe of your ear as he lays you down onto the floor and under his shadow.

“Will you take my seed into your womb and give me The Son?”

You looked up at him through the thick haze of your arousal, and saw how bright his white eye shone. All the rituals, all those nights, all this time he was holding down because of the pressure of his position.

Right there, right then, you saw Papa V Perpetua unleashed, his jagged teeth bared, his racing heart open and his cock straining in his tight trousers, standing at your attention.

You stroked his hair again, gently this time, and he nuzzled into the palm of your hand.

“Make me yours, Papa.”

“Mia Prima.”

#papa v perpetua #papa v perpetua x reader #the band ghost #ghost #fan fic #inbox

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ddragonqueenn · 3 months ago

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To Take Care of You

Word count: 1,280

Summary: People fade from his life as fast as crops when out of season, when confronted with the fragile mortality of those he knows now, Aventurine panics. (Or, you pass out in front of him and get nursed back to health. Badly, but helped all the same.)

Tags: Mostly fluff, but it's got a sad air to it, Aventurine carries the misery with him always, the tragedy is his appeal, reader is like an irate cat who doesn't want to be held, Aventurine is trying to be silly about how much he wants to hold reader, you're not sly bitch we know you're down bad

Notes: my beta reader said it was a fun and light read, but still goes into the emotional details that I love about him. So. Have fun

Would you consider yourself a sickly person? Not by any means, no… Sure, there's an ache when you first awake, and oftentimes your joints disagree with exertion- disagree loudly. With pain. But overall, you don't suffer from anything but being lazy, truly. The tired fog is because you yearn for bed (not from a breakfast skipped days in a row. And a lunch skipped… some days you pass on dinner, too. Definitely not), sympathy should seldom be given to those who refuse to better themselves.

Aventurine chatters as you pick at your meal, paid for by the chirping peacock across. He invited you out for a bite to eat, saying he got a bonus at work and wants to spoil his dearest friend.

…You feel just a little faint, but it's brushed off easy with a bite, “...Really? Pearl voted to keep you?” You comment; something about a trial by the other Stonehearts that Aventurine had to go through after his work trip.

“Yeah- I was shocked too!” He nods, shifting up his collar. The conversation continues, Aventurine's work stories make interesting topics- though, sometimes he must be lying, an Emanator of Nihility? THEY don't gaze at anyone…

Your legs feel strangely weak as you stand, a sudden daze blurring up your vision as the table and chair become convenient supports for your stumbling body- Aventurine guides you back to the chair, hand resting on your shoulder, “Hey- hey, friend, don't stand if you can't. How about this-” the concern fades to an salesman-like voice, though his worry remains an undertone, “I could carry you back to my car! Bridal style, nice and romantic!” He teases.

You shake your head- and quickly regret the decision. Strange, dizziness like this shouldn't last too long, and you even ate something today! But, you should be in good health, therefore, you push his hand away and force yourself to stand, “I can walk-”

A statement which is quickly proven false as you eat dirt. Or… concrete. Wood? It's hard to tell what you're now laying against, but it's certainly something more solid than how you feel. Or, how you would feel, if your consciousness didn't slip as fast as your feet.

Aventurine stares down at your limp (dead?) body, frozen with a stupid smile before he crouches down, “...Friend?” He asks, mumbling a quiet apology as he presses two fingers to your pulse, the tension leaving his shoulders as he feels a consistent and steady flow of blood just under. He sighs, standing up and tapping his foot, “Oh… what to do with you, dearest troublemaker…?”

Opting to pick you up, as he suggested earlier, Aventurine leans down and scoops you into his arms, carrying you out to his car.

He stands over your bed. Sits down. Stands. Paces. Stands. He can't hold still, worry makes him sick, but he's worried over you being sick. You're hot to the touch; Aventurine replaces the towel he's set over your forehead (ignoring the fact that he did so only 3 minutes ago, his hands need to do something), wiping off his hands before he checks his phone, rereading Ratio's advice.

His eyes scan over the words from the doctor, lowering his phone to look between the text and your limp, ill body. Aventurine grits his teeth- you've been ill, but you haven't been eating. You passed out from the lack of food, a simple cold like yours won't make a person faint, but both are mixing together to make your condition much worse.

“...Skipping meals,” the hypocrite mutters to himself, “What were you thinking…” He shakes his head, standing up to go cook something.

You wake up to the smell of… soup. Soup, an utter mountain of blankets, and the walls of your room. It's a struggle to sit up, and the second you do Aventurine practically pushes you down, “No no no- stay down, it's not good for you,” he chides, “You know what is ideal for you? Liquids, salt, and actually eating a proper meal.”

You stare at him for a minute, “...How am I supposed to eat while lying down?”

…Aventurine blinks. He reaches over to tug down the blankets with a huff, “Touché. But after you finish, lie right back down- and don't forget to drink water, and stay under all of those blankets. I'm going to leave and buy some medicine for your cold.”

You swallow a spoonful of soup, chewing on a softened potato, “...I'm not dying,” you deadpan.

“You don't know that-” He toys with his gloves, tugging them down over his hands, “A common cold is much more deadly than anyone assumes. Finish that, your body needs it.”

You resent, not quite in a fighting mood. Picking through the soup, it seems to be some pre-packaged beef broth with a mix of potatoes, carrots, chicken. No noodles, though. Granted, the only kind of noodle in the house is spaghetti. You take another spoonful as Aventurine closes the door behind him.

You could've sworn you saw his hand shake for a moment.

Aventurine drops a bag near comically filled with medicines. He hands you most of the strange remedies, even child’s cough syrup and regular cough syrup- which you try to push off, before hacking up some of your own phlegm.

Sorting through his medicine, you end up taking a painkiller, the aforementioned cough syrup, and he manages to talk you into an antihistamine. Aventurine smiles, leaning back and cleaning his hands like he just finished with hard labor, “So, feeling better?”

“I just took them.” You lean over to grab your water bottle, taking another sip. Aventurine practically deflates, crossing his arms, before leaning forward to fuss with the way the blankets sit over your lap.

He brushes a gloved hand down your hair, smoothing it down, “You can't fault me for wanting my dearest friend to recover fast, can you? You wound my poor, aching heart.” He closes his eyes, clutching his own chest as though his heart were truly damaged by words alone.

“I don't need you to take care of me,” Your hands tense over the metal, head turning to the side, away from his hand, “I'll recover on my own. I don't need someone to dote on me.”

Aventurine slides his hand down to the opposite shoulder, pushing you back down to the bed. He leans down, pressing his face against your neck, down to your collar, “But isn't it nice? I bought out a whole pharmacy for you- well, not quite… But still, I'm treating you like royalty!”

Your hands push against his shoulders, “I don't want pampering, I don't want a pile of medicine I'll never use, I don't want to be treated like a hapless maiden in a tower!”

To your surprise, your pushing gets Aventurine to lift up. His expression is something you've never seen- on him that is- upset and conflicted. He blinks, stutters, stares, deciding to lean down once again, this time pressing his face to your stomach. Your strength fails you as you can barely push him off, his hands squeeze you before suddenly moving to a hug instead.

“...Just let me take care of you,” Aventurine pleads. It's weak, his voice is pathetic and small, you can feel his left hand shake as he grasps you like you'll fade into dust otherwise, “Please.”

He reaches up, interlocking fingers and- you don't have the heart to decline him further. You lightly squeeze his hand, “...Fine.”

You've recovered in due time, though… You stare at the very entertaining message from the doctor, containing an image of a poor, sickly Aventurine and text informing you that he had passed out.

#dragon queen writes #aventurine #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr #hsr aventurine #hsr x reader #aventurine x reader

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ihave3verything · 3 months ago

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During the day you are a journalist, but at night you record your voice for the enjoyment of anyone in need of some 'nightly help'. When a piece about the band Ghost and it's ministry brings you to Copia's world, he suffers. You are his favorite content maker of the voice and ASMR kind, and now you are there for who knows how long. Speaking to him in your lovely voice.

18+. MDNI

AO3 Chapters: I || Characters: F!Reader, Original Female and Male Character(s) Papa Emeritus IV Copia, Papa Emeritus The I Primo, Papa Emeritus the II Secondo, Papa Emeritus Emeritus III Terzo, Papa Emeritus 0 Nihil, Sister Imperator, Ghoulette(s), Ghoul(s), all is listed and updated on AO3 as we go along Pairings: Reader/Copia, Reader/Ghouls, Copia/Ghouls, OC/Primo, Terzo/Omega, Nihil/Sister Imperator, Fic Contents in general (Will be updated): Meet-Cute, Fluff, Smut, humor, Mutual Pining, Teasing, Sub!Copia, Needy!Copia, Switch!Copia, Voice Kink, praise kink, porn watching/listening, Journalism, Older Man/Younger Woman, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, masturbation, all is listed and updated on AO3 as we go along

Current Chapter Contents: Meet-Cute, pining, flirting, suggestive dialogue, Content: 3.5k words Author's Notes: Hello, I haven't posted a fic on tumblr for a long while now, but especially like this. It was usually just between me and friends so there wasn't much to put before the fic itself lol But there are a lot of fans here who may not be perusing AO3, so I thought I'd post this here :) DEFINITELY since I removed all my Tumblr links and any social media ones too with the current climate of the US and AO3 mods warning us too for our safety. But Anyways! Don't expect timely updates, I am busy with work, suffering my usual ADHD, and have many other fics being written on the side (Ghost ones in particular too and a character/reader or two from those WIPs may just make a guest appearance here :)c ). I also am not too sure yet how this whole thing will play out or how long, but we'll see! I hope you all enjoy <3 besitos all around!!

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"Do you know that sister's name?"

"Hmm?"

"The one, over there with her lips painted the dark-red?"

"Mmmm — no, I believe she may be one of the newer followers."

Copia could not tear his eyes off of you even if he wanted to and he stood there in a mix of emotions fighting over what he should take the time to feel first. Amongst the awe and excitement, the two that hit hardest when he first became aware of you was embarrassment and fear. An odd cocktail never felt before in all his years; and to top it all off, he still felt the lust coiling within, tightening between his thighs.

His ghoulette was by his side, all six-inches taller than him and dubbed 'Cirrus' by their fans. As she sipped away at a juice-box, her own masked eyes examined you, curiously trying to find what had obtained her summoner's attention. You were as average as they came for the clergy's disciples. She could see the parts that usually called out to any of the papas: thick hips, plump ass, beautiful smile, and an atmosphere of something dark misted about your form. Many siblings were like that though, something bringing you all to a dark following that was kinder than whatever else the secular world accepted…So what could have her beloved Copia so hypnotized by you? And could she join in first before the other ghouls did?

"Do you know her?" Cirrus gives a gentle nudge to his shoulder, lowering her eyes to him. He looks worse than she thought when he first spoke up. Eyes slightly wide though she knows he is doing his best to keep them from getting any bigger; lips parted, so stunned by just seeing you; and his pale cheeks are dusted red in the way she loves when he gets flustered. Dare she say it, Copia looks like he's just seen the reaper themselves, clad in a tempting form, beckoning him over with the curl of a finger.

With a little shake of his head, Copia licks his lips then presses them together. "No…No, I've never…"

Cirrus doesn't believe him one bit, she can feel it in their bond as Ghoul and Papa, though she won't say so. He looks like he's suffering enough.

Copia can hear the voice from where he stands so far away. He's heard it before and that is enough to make dread fall in the pit of his stomach. It sounds just like it always does, perhaps not as purposeful, yet the same low tone nonetheless. And like a Pavlovian effect he was never aware of being created, he feels a hot rush of pleasure race up his body to make all the small hairs stand-up, then back down to cause a twitch in his pants. You hadn't said anything enticing in the slightest, he had heard your laugh first then something about taxes, nothing else. Regardless, the memories, his fantasies, fill his head all at once and he must force back his cringing.

He knows you voice because he hears it at night when he needs to relax — when he does not have the time or desire to find a night time partner. Constantly he is driven to you, no time wasted as he knows exactly where you are. And when he closes his eyes, enveloped by you soft voice dripping with sex, he succumbs to the provocative words guiding him to sweet release.

Papa Emeritus The Fourth, Copia, knows your voice from the erotic audio you post online and he loves to get off to the most. That is where the embarrassment takes root, not for listening to audio porn, not really for it being your main role in kinky roleplay, but that he's become practically addicted to you. Always waiting for a notification that you've updated. Imagining your voice even when not clicked onto one of your videos, knowing your tone so well he can use it to make new scenarios to get off to in the meantime. Worst, he's found himself daydreaming of meeting you one day and what he'd say or do to make you smile and laugh and possibly go on a simple date with him. He's a big pathetic fan of a women he knew he'd never meet and was content on just supporting with donations to you subscriber account for more of your work.

And you're fucken here, in the same building, wearing the most beautiful pair of trousers that hug your wide, thick hips and blouse that shows off your supple breasts and cleavage; enjoying yourself talking to another man. Not talking to Copia who stands there stupidly with a juice-box in hand like a child. Which is all for the best, because if you came any closer (was right in front of him with all your pretty smiles) he'd probably make an absolute dumbass of himself.

Maybe he's just jinxed himself with that last thought, because you then looking in his direction. Copia's breath stops working, it's caught up in his nose and stays there like he can't remember how to exhale. Then you are bidding the other man goodbye (fucken good) and making your away to Copia (fucken NO), or to be more specific, Cirrus who he now realizes is waving her long arm up in a wave and obviously grinning at you (Fucken DAMN IT). His ghouls mean well, they are his beloved beasts, but they could be so frustrating to handle.

"Cirrus, what the fu —" He hisses lowly, daring a growl to seep into it so Cirrus understands how angry he is with her.

Of course it doesn't do anything, because when you are much closer she begins to greet you. "Hello! Sorry for interrupting, I'm trying to meet all our new members."

You are even worse for Copia up close where he can finally put a detailed face to your voice he knows so well. He's tried to make up an appearance for your voice, a temptress figure lying across a plush bed like Elvira the Mistress of Darkness herself. There are so many versions of this woman, all who commonly have those wide child bearing hips made for tight-fitting jeans, but none of them have stayed for long. They don't fit the voice, the words, the tingling sensations that crawl up his heated body from head to toe.

Now he's found it — you are truly there, and everything clicks into place. Now he's going to have to do his damned hardest not to get off to images of you, even if it is harmless (he's not going to be stupid and act like a delusional fanboy, naturally that won't be the case). Everything would feel too weird, certainly so when he is now going to be (forced) into meeting you face to face; his dick may think otherwise, but the shame is going to be waiting there after when all is over.

"Wonderful! Though, I'm not really a member of your church." You smile shyly up to the ghoulette, the skin around your eyes showing the smallest of wrinkles.

Copia bites the inside of his cheek. You're actually younger than he thought, heard, and imagined. The voice matches the body, yet still lies to anyone passing by (or hearing it while curled up in bed listening). Despite a mom-body and voice, you actually appear to be early 30s at the oldest, and late 20s at the youngest. Nary a cease on your face that is from age, only the lines that tell of how much you may have smiled over your lifetime so far. And that both worries Copia while also excites him; you must have a partner with how young and gorgeous you are; obviously you wouldn't care for someone of his age and looks. For once in his own life, there is a sense of disgust — you are far too young as much as you are a full-grown adult with experience to make your own choices smartly.

Cirrus cants her head a bit. "That must be why you're not in a habit. So why are you here?" It's so bluntly put, Copia wants to pinch her pointed ear for being so rude.

"I'm here to write up an article about you all and the band!" Your grin is so wide and your voice (pits below, you voice) is filled with glee.

"All of us ghouls and Papa?!"

You wiggle your head side to side and squint your eyes. "Well, the siblings and clergy members too, of course. It's so crazy how your church has reached out to the masses via Ghost. Usually other churches are going door to door, or being annoying at bus stops and stuff. Just handing out brochure like they're selling you a time-share or something." The annoyance seeps off your whole body and voice, like you've heard something a million times and are sick of it.

The ghoul joins in, matching the energy as she lifts her head up to the sky. "Absolutely! I'm so happy the whole Ghost project was made! Being summoned to join was the best thing to happen in my existence!"

Your face brightens up at that, scrambling in your pocket while also speaking and looking to the ghoulette. "So you really are summoned from Hell?"

As you quickly scratch away at a small notebook now in your hand, Cirrus begins to hop on the ends of her booted feet. "Yeah! Any high-ranking clergy member can summon beasts from the pits of Hell, but when a Papa does, it's super special! I felt it when the words echoed down below, and when Papa's voice was echoing in my head, I totally let myself relax and be brought up to this plane!"

"So he like… pretty much whispers in your ear — if you had one with a form even then, of course."

"…Not really? It was…Kinda like…" Then the tall air ghoul is turning her eyes to Copia. Their amber color is truly shining, so relaxed and almost longing as she gazes on the man; she knows how it looks, its just like Copia's face was when he was gazing on you a moment ago.

"Singing. Papa was singing to me and only me. Copia has such a bewitching voice, he called for me amongst the crowds of so many others…but he needed an air ghoul, and my essence…"

"I felt you there, my ghoul." Copia doesn't try to stop himself as reverence for his demon pours out of him not only in his words, but the piece of his soul that bonds them together in something like a hug. "All of the others felt so wonderful, but just a brush over your being and I was enraptured. So I focused, then you were — mnnn….well, you were there covered in blood, haha."

Cirrus' fang gleam as she giggles. "You're so sweet papa, you even took your frock off and covered me up despite the blood!"

"You were shivering, cara! As your summoner I had to instantly make sure you were ok and taken care of." He remembers the rush of protectiveness he felt when she was there on the circle of old runes — he had purposefully written them just as he practiced for days before, an intent behind every line. That was how it was with every ghoul he summoned, that need to ensure their new livelihood was safe the moment he saw their bare bodies mucked with thick blood that still shone so brightly. Perhaps he had actually fallen in love with each of them then, those decades old beasts who had lived a deadly life away from the Human realm.

Suddenly Cirrus is speaking again, but facing you who had been standing there frozen with the tip of your pen on the pad of paper. "This is so rude of me! I haven't even introduced you to Papa yet!"

Copia snaps his attention to you and he watches you blink a few times before you give him a small smile. The thought that you may be disappointed now to pay him any thought and are just being polite as Cirrus brings him up, swirls in his head. Why else would you give such an indifferent face. He doesn't blame you: he'd be more interested in such an impressive figure as Cirrus too.

"Papa this is …"

There hadn't been an exchange of names yet, but you don't hesitate to reach out a hand and tell them both yours. Copia only hopes his hand isn't as shaky as he feels — grateful for his gloves that keep his sweaty palms hidden.

"Please, call me Copia — Papa is my father." A fucken joke? A dad joke no less!

But your eyes fall to the ground, hiding away a big smile as you chuckle so sweetly it makes Copia whole body heat up in a flush. "Copia," No, no, no, you've said his name in your perfect voice"that's a unique one, really. It's very nice to meet you." And your hand gives his a quick squeeze, then releases.

"Me too. I mean, to meet you too! Eh, your name its, uhh, very nice too!"

You playfully look like you'd beg to differ, but say nothing and now truly grin. "You're very sweet, Copia. Very nice to little 'ol me."

In a race to keep himself from groaning aloud, he pulls his drink up for what was meant to be a sip, only to become a gulp that he swallows loudly instead; he fails to see to see Cirrus covering her mouth to keep her own laughter at bay. After a few clearings grunts of his throat, he attempts to keep the conversation going.

"I love your lipstick!"

"Aww, thanks! I love the darker colors." You give their plump shape a pucker like you are going in for a kiss.

"Though, they tend to be hard in keeping from staining everything my lips touch." You lick your lips, the tint to them not budging, stained in that dark color despite the long hours the party has gone.

Endless images fill Copia's head, each one of your lips pouting, wrapped around so many things, daring to see them below him. He wonders how they would feel not just there, but on his shoulders, across his chest, around his fingers, pressed on his cheeks, locked with his so deeply he'd be weaing your lipstick for hours after. Having their shape imprinted on every inch of his body to make him look like some lovesick fool.

There is nothing left in his juice-box to cover any reaction he has (especially physically), so in a moment of desperation Copia turns his head away and raises his juice to no one in particular far off. "Oh, excuse me! Someone over there is wanting me to go over! Look, more drinks!"

He looks back at you, finding you looking confused and curious. "I'm sorry to end this conversation so soon, please excuse me! I hope we can talk more another time." Dare he thinks it, dear God does he hope so.

"Of course, I'm sure we will with my —" Before you can continue, Copia is speed walking away with an odd limp in his step. You watch his back disappear in the crowd of so many, lost in the sea of blacks and reds like an enigma.

Cirrus sighs and rolls her eyes. "He's a very busy, you know. Still relatively new to his role now as Papa Emeritus."

"I understand…"

Your voice sounds very much like wistfulness to Cirrus' ears, making her wonder if there is a chance she can meddle a little in things that fill her head now. When she tells the others, they'll definitely feel the same. Its very cute to watch you continue staring where Copia went, how your soft lifts all but pout. Oh, how Cirrus wants in, she wants to have a taste of you…after Copia does, of course, if he would like to (and it seems so). The waiting game is one that any ghoul would be impatient about, but the reward is all worth it.

"You were saying something as he left. You'll be seeing Papa again?"

Nodding and turning back to the ghoul, you come back into the moment. "Yes, I will be setting up interviews with many peeople here — you ghouls included — but Copia mostly. I want to hear about his life before and after his promotion. Pick his brain at a few things and learn more about the clergy."

"It sounds like you know a bit already. Not everyone is aware of how ghouls are summoned."

"Aware is the key word here, until you both told me more right now. I've done some reading beforehand by fellow fans and articles online, skimmed a book or two. That's part of my job as a journalist."

That piques Cirrus' interest. "You are a fan of Ghost?"

A soft blush covers your cheeks, and you bite your bottom lips softly in a smile. Your shyness fills the ghoulette's cursed blood with flames, feeling a desire to chase and capture you in her arms; but just as quickly she covers it up, knowing how fearsome her face will look if you catch it in that moment.

"Yes…Not like a huge, huge fan though! But when the opportunity to do a story about religion came up for the news site I work for, I felt the need to cover your guys' church."

"You are so kind!" Cirrus steps closer. It's the same move she uses when it comes to anyone she finds interest in. Yet, what you do next is absolutely new.

"I've been told that before," your face changes, eyes lidded with something dark and alluring that makes Cirrus' focus zone in solely on you. Not only that, but there's a new timber to your voice, your words, that makes her ears tingle enough, she feels it like a warm blanket over her body. "I'm truly glad I chose you and this church as my topic"

Then you take a step closer as well, and there's little space between either bodies. "I'm grateful I'm here to meet you. You're so much taller than photos and videos would lead someone to believe; and so stunning in person!"

"You didn't choose me specifically, silly. You chose all of Ghost, all the ghouls and Papa." Cirrus can't take her eyes off you — doesn't want you to stop talking.

"True, but still, you are all so skilled and lovely in your own ways. I can't wait to talk to each of you one-on-one. I'll make sure you are comfortable and satisfied with our time together."

And Cirrus has never felt herself so captured. She's the lioness here, the one they joke about keeping behind chains so she doesn't play that ghoulish game of run and seek. And despite that, here she is, feeling so heated and at ease by a mere human who is much shorter and far less powerful than she. This must be whatever has her powerful summoner so uneasy, like he knows what strengths are hidden under that plushy flesh Cirrus now wants to caress and bite at.

If Copia doesn't get his shit together before Cirrus and the others snap, he's going to end up with some seriously sloppy and marked seconds. There could be a chance they'd ruin you for anyone else but their pack.

Cirrus' hair blows up a bit, a spark of her element rising enough it seeps out of her in a small gust. Absolutely embarrassing, though not enough to make her feel an ounce of it.

You grin so widely she fears your face will split in half. Stepping back and combing fingers in you hair to push it back, you put your notebook and pen back in your pocket. "I'm so sorry, uhh —"

"Cirrus, that's what you fans call me. I like it." I'm going to make sure you call it out without realzing it when I get my claws on you.

"Cirrus, like the clouds in the sky. I love it!" You give her a polite nod. "I'm sorry to run off, Cirrus, but I need to talk with Sister Imperator about setting up times for the interviews." You nod over to where the blonde woman stands, arm hooked around Nihil's elbow like a leash to keep him close.

"Of course, don't worry — I can't wait for ours!"

"Wonderful! I'll talk to you later then!"

"You bet!"

You are off with a confident stride in your step. The way your hips sway in those perfect trousers that show off your assets, how your shoes click on the marble floor echoes throughout the building. Cirrus squeezes her juice-box without thinking, and whatever was left is now a puddle on the floor as she watches you walk off. Only one thought stands out from the dozens of new ones.

Copia better hope his fat, perky ass gets interviewed first.

#papa emeritus iv #cardinal copia #ghost bc #ghost the band #ghost band #ghost fanfiction #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #copia smut #copia x reader #my writing

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merriepy · 5 months ago

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DATING ACHERON!

•. Acheron x gn! Reader

tags: headcanon, fluff (+ small angst)

cw: /

summary: A few headcanons about what your relationship with Acheron would look like!

a/n: I'm currently experimenting with new layouts/formats so please don't mind the new look! No third person pronouns used for the reader

•. Dating someone like Acheron would be quite an interesting experience. She's not your average romantic lover who showers you with kisses, but rather with hugs and gifts! Since she travels the cosmos a lot she knows that seeing you might be hard, since some destinations are too dangerous for you, or maybe you're not as nomadic and her and want to stay in one place. Acheron would 100% bring you little souvenirs that always align with your taste - whether it's new clothes that are rising in popularity on the planet she was just at or a little plushie of the regional animals. As for touches, I think she's someone who's just really casual about pda as in always holding your arm or waist, or leaning against you when she's exhausted. She loves to do that, her chin either resting on your shoulder or head depending on your height.

•. And of course, since she likes to spoil you, you'd do the same!! You'd always make sure to have peaches at home since it's her favourite food. When Acheron is actually home or you two get to rest during your travels, you'd always make sure to prepare peaches for her alongside breakfast to make her happy!

•. In return, Acheron would totally remember your favourite food and where to get the right ingredients for it. She even tried very hard to remember the way to your favourite takeout place, though she still gets lost from time to time. The embarrassment in her voice when she calls you, asking for you to pick her up and admitting that she wanted to treat you to a nice meal but doesn't know the way back home always makes you chuckle.

•. Acheron thinks a lot about your first meeting. She knows how she seems to others: cold, distant, maybe even dangerous. But you approached her, and gave her a chance. She would've never guessed you that two would become more than friends, and neither did you. But even after your first meeting where you two exchanged numbers you kept checking up on her, asking how she was doing, and offered so many times to be there for her if she needed someone to talk to. Of course, Acheron's struggles are far greater than that of average people and she was never completely honest with you about her backstory. She still isn't honest but how are you supposed to bring up something like her story? She just hopes you'll never hold it against her if you do figure it out eventually.

•. One thing she did tell you though was her actual name. You never wondered about it, if Acheron was her actual name or just a coverup. Even after she told you about it you felt weird to not call her Acheron anymore but rather Mei. You got around to it eventually and kept giving her nicknames like Mei-Mei, something she reacted very casually to.

•. I think domestic life with Acheron is chaotic. She isn't used to settling down anymore, not even for a short time. She'd also lose her belongings everywhere in the house because she forgot where she had put them. Cooking isn't one of her strengths as well but she's very willing to learn and she's actually able to become a great cook with enough practice!

•. She's really encouraging and always makes sure to tell you about how great you're doing and that she's proud of you. I think your relationship includes a lot of encouraging and praising from both sides (as it should be!).

•. Something you like to do that Acheron isn't aware of is to keep track of her make-up. She always carries it with her which sometimes leads to the makeup being damaged, so you like to replace or fix it, depending on the damage. She isn't aware that you're the one who replaces it: she thinks she did it herself but forgot.

•. Nights with her are beautiful, though not easy. She likes to get lost in your touch as the soft starlight illuminates the room, but her dreams are usually filled with terror - dreams of those who succumbed to her blade and of those who she couldn't save. Being with you doesn't get rid of the nightmares, as much as she would like to, but the comfort you give her is enough to calm down after the night has felt especially long.

•.Acheron, an introverted and forgetful Galaxy Ranger who walks the cosmos on the path of Nihility. As her track intertwined with yours, she developed feelings long forgotten and buried - together with her distant memories of home. But when she's with you, her heart feels lighter, the pain easier, and maybe - soon - she'll be able to heal under your grace before going on her last journey.•

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #acheron #hsr acheron #acheron x reader #hsr acheron x reader #「♡」 Honkai Star Rail #「♡」 Acheron

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