#calling all ghesties

[sak-spn]

Come vote in my poll, I’m curious what tumblr thinks here 🤨

[ghoulettalie]

I NEED MUTUALS SO IF UR 18 OR OVER AND LOVE GHOST FEEL FREE TO RESPOND

[gremlin-ghoul]

ive been told how to download youtube videos using jdownloader. the chapters are at my fingertips. are you ready?

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

My 67 year old mother watched RHRN for the first time last night. I thought I would share some gems that came outta that:

Her: "He doesn't actually... that's not how he actually talks is it?" Me: "No no. Just imagine a Swedish dude, speaking English, pretending to be Italian." Her: "Oh, so that's why he sounds annoying. Ok!"

Her: "....is he gay?" Me: "No, he's married and has kids." Her: "Do his kids know what he does for a living? Can you imagine at school: 'My dads a firefighter, my dad's a doctor, my dad's a paramedic.. my dad's a satanic cult leader!' "

More below the cut!

*After If You Have Ghosts* Her: "Ok, that song was reaaaaalllyy pretty. I really liked that. He did a really good job." Me: "You hated it when I played it before." Her: "Yeah well... I don't actually like Ghost, so."

Her: "I know that one is Mountain, and there's a Swiss, and a Rain... cause every time I open the fridge to make a sandwich, or it's raining outside I'm reminded." Me: "I'm so proud. You're only missing the two guitarists." (She only likes the ghouls... don't come for me) Her: *Very confidently* "Alpha and Omega!" Me: "Um..." Her, laughing: "...no? Wrong era?" Me: "Phan–" Her: "PHANTOM! And the angry one I can never remember."

*Copia standing next to Dew* Her: Wow, he's really small isn't he? Me: Who? Dew or Copia cause either one would be an accurate observation.

Her: "Is he wearing contacts?" Me: "Yeah just the one, the white one." Her: "I just noticed." Me: "........... you JUST noticed?!" Her: "Only cause it's up close!" Me: "I hate to blow your mind.... but ALL the Papa's have a white eye. Even Nihil (her fav)" Her: "Really 👀 ?!"

Her: "Huh..." Me: "What?" Her: "I just noticed they have horns."

Her: "I think his pants are my favourite part about him." Me: "You just like the crotch corset." Her: "Nooo.... He has a nice ass too." *moments later* Her: "Why can't the ghouls have tight pants?!"

Her: "Don't their helmets ever fall off? Y'know when they start gettin into it, do they ever just 'whoops!' "

Her: *Sitting on the couch, humming, dancing and tapping her foot to Spillways* Me: I thought you didn't like Ghost?? Her: *Immediately stops* Well... y'know *starts dancing again and singing the correct lyrics*

Her: "Thats the end? They're not going to do right here, right now?" Me: "You mean Square Hammer?" Her: "Yeah the right here, right now song. Whatever it's actually called." Me: "When have you ever heard of a band not doing an encore?" Her: "Oh good. I was about to get upset. I love that song!"

*after the post credits scene* Her: "Wait, so thats it? Do we know who the new Papa is?" Me: "No! Thats the worst part about it!" Her: "Maybe it'll be a Mama instead" Me: *dies of laughter*

--- Anyways, Ghesties please protect my mum. She's trying lol If I can think of more moments from last night, I will add them!

[anamelessfool]

I keep retyping and deleting this but ok summary:

The phone situation these days is bad. It was not always this way, and not a whole long time ago. Think 2019. I am not paying out the nose to watch an artist through some huge guy's phone. Why are you here then? For the vibes, the connection that humanity has felt through music since the dawn of time? Or for your video content creation? Until we can train people social etiquette we gotta deal with absolutes. Sorry.

There will be designated photographers. And Tobias can control the image of his band. An artist has a right to do that. He's done so much to build this for himself.

If you need accomodations there's a whole department at the venue for that. Give them a call. They know. They must be ADA compliant and there's procedures in place.

The band's scope is massive, and has always been. Tobias once said he wanted to create spectacles and didn't want to just settle for "playing for five people in a bar." He knows he will lose fans as he goes. That's the nature of being an artist. And this mindset is what inspires me.

These concerts are now big. They are spectacles, just like intended. Fans interact with fans now to create a whole creative world. I've made the most beautiful friends thanks to this. Yeah maybe I will never see him in person but this creative environment is his gift.

Why is it rail or nothing? I have horrible leg and foot pain that keeps me from standing for a long time. I can't do pits. I have a full time job and I'm not interested in hanging out at a venue for 15+ hours. It's not me. The fact that there will be no phones is incredible and will heighten the experience no matter where you sit. Even in the MSG nosebleeds. There will probably be huge-ass screens and they have plenty of practice with that now. I cannot fucking wait.

Ok so yeah maybe seeing them a decade ago in a small venue would be fun. But you know what? There's incredible bands out there that are small, hungry. Check them out. I went to a very small venue for a smaller band (Creeper) and had the time of my fucking life. $25 show and they were practically in our laps. It was a different sort of wonderful, but powerful. (And fans were polite about phones)

How did I find out about said small band? I talked to a Ghestie. I interacted with them! There's humans all around you with impeccable taste. Ghost is the hub. Put down your phone and chat with people.

"You're a real fan if buy merch/go to concerts--" who the fuck are these people? Where are they? Show me the receipts. You're fine. If They're real, they're mean. They don't deserve your headspace. Blast them with piss.

Stay off twitter lol

[dantesunbreaker]

Hey Ghestie! If you are currently taking requests, may I please have some headcanons for how Copia & Secondo (individual headcanons for them ofc) act as father figures to a Sibling of Sin 🥺 preferably one w/anxiety and is touch starved totally not projecting

Fatherly Papas

Of course Ghestie! Though I took the liberty of doing all the Papas because I also could use some fatherly Primo in my life. Also I'm posting this while on mobile so I am scared to see what it looks like when I get back to my computer 😅

Primo

There are many days spent working in Primo’s garden together. Not only just because Primo needs help with the physical labor in his older years, but because it is a quiet relaxing activity that gives you time to bond with each other

Physical touch is often, ranging from small reassuring pats on the hand to warm heartfelt hugs pulled tight to his chest. Primo wants you to physically feel the promise that he will always be there in your time of need

Sits and listens to you troubles as an active listener, asking questions that get to the root of the issue and then offering what advice and comfort he can if and when needed

Primo knows the signs of when you are getting burnt out or straining yourself too much while working and will bring you tea or treats that help you relax

Is beyond touched and flattered should you ever give him gifts on Father’s day, might even get a bit emotional. Will thank you by pulling you in for a hug followed by a chaste kiss on either the cheek or forehead. There is no toxic masculinity in him, so Primo is very open to giving kisses in non romantic relationships

Secondo

Secondo told you that you were always welcome to come to him in times of need, he never really expected much to come of it

On occasions that Secondo catches you in the halls or in public and notices you displaying signs of anxiety, he is quick to step in and help. Starts with a call of your name as to not spook you before putting a firm yet comforting grip on your shoulder

Even Secondo will admit he is not the best at comforting others, especially with his words. But that does not mean he will not give it his all

Brings you to his office so you have a private place to let go, sitting in silence as you let out whatever has been causing you to struggle

Once you have gotten everything off your chest, Secondo will pull you in for a tight hug, paying no mind to whether or not you are soaking his robes with tears

Will hold you for however long you need, a warm and comforting embrace that makes you feel safe and accepted 

As you are pulling away from the hug, Secondo will look you in the face while telling you how proud he is of you. Tells you that he sees everything you do, how hard you work, and he could never feel anything but pride at that. Success or failure, does not matter, Secondo will also support you and always be proud

Terzo

Absolutely wants to be seen as a sort of  “fun dad”, and always tries going out of his way to keep you smiling even when you really don’t feel like it

Terzo is very open about all sorts of physical affection and never holds back. Will give you as many hugs as you need, will brush your hair if it helps you feel calm, greets you with a kiss on each cheek, anything that you need Terzo would try to give you

Always wants to be caught up on whatever is happening in your life whether it be big or small things. If something important happens that Terzo doesn't know about it kind of crushes him because he will feel like he is failing as a paternal figure

Good active listener when you come to him needed to vent, responds with concern and empathy and always asks if you want advice for the issue or simply to get it out

Whenever Terzo catches you having anxiety attacks or getting over worked, he stops everything to whisk you off to do something more fun and relaxing. Sometimes this means impromptu trips to theme parks

Totally also gives you extravagant outfits for your birthday and Christmas

Copia

Equally touch starved, expect that when Copia provides comfort that it will entail a fair amount of physical affection

When walking together, Copia will place a hand either on your back between your shoulder blades or on your opposite shoulder 

Copia is also not always the best at comforting with his words, but his awkward ramblings and signature Copia noises are comforting enough at times

Makes you promise to come to him if you are ever struggling with anxiety or any other mental strain. Does not matter what time of day, Copia will always set everything aside to be there for you. Whether you just need someone to vent to or if you are seeking advice, he is there to offer what help he can

The times you come to him crying, Copia will hold you tight to his chest and softly reassures that you can get through this and that he is with you every step of the way

Honestly, the type of guy that would also treasure anything you ever make for him. Instead of hanging drawings on the fridge, he will hang them in his office. Also the type that would cry at your plays or dance recitals should you ever have anything of that nature. The ghouls go with Copia to keep him from making too much of a scene

Introduces you to the rats as “their much larger and less hairy sibling”, immediately feels nervous about it and will give you a look that says he is waiting for your response. It will make his day if you are on board with being a big sibling to his rat children

[thatviolageek]

CALLING ALL GHESTIES

does anyone by any chance know who played the sax solo in the studio version of Miasma?

[copiousloverofcopia]

I could also use some more Papa Terzo getting his face sat on by anyone. nemA. 🙏

Hey there ghestie!!!

I have so many things in the works for you lol but to start here's a little taste....no pun intended.

For your reading pleasure....

Smeared Paint

Featuring Terzo x reader for some face sitting/riding fun 😏

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut

"Are you sure about this?" you asked him. Your thighs tingling in anticipation. Trying hard to stop your legs from shaking as your wet core hovered just above his painted lips. 

"Si, sorella…now sit. I'm growing impatient." Terzo whined. Licking a trail up your thigh. Teasing his hot breath at your folds. You let out a sigh, ready to feel his mouth on you—insides pulsing just at the thought.

After all, he preferred it this way. Face buried into your folds. Ready to give his life in worship of your cunt. And though you had been his altar many times before, you always hesitated, worried you may facilitate his meeting Lucifer before his time. 

Before you could say anything else, the choice was made for you. Terzo quickly wrapped his arms around your thighs. Fingers dug deep into the flesh as he pulled you down hard on his face. The tender flesh of your cunt meeting with his mouth. 

"Ah!" You cried out. His sinful tongue slithered its way from your taint to your clit. Dipping into your opening a moment before he continued on. Lapping at you like melted gelato on a hot summer day. Both of you moaning as you instinctively rolled yourself over his face. The vibrations from his enthusiasm—heading straight to your clit. 

"Hmm... Sorella, la tua figa ha un sapore così buono. Come il frutto divino dell'albero proibito…" Terzo praised as he came up for air. His decadent words–followed by a string of moaning and indiscernible Italian. 

"Mmm…yeah…mmm…" you moaned. Your pussy gliding with ease across the broadness of his tongue. Terzo, kissing and nipping and sucking on your folds and you rode his face. You became lost in pleasure, grinding on him with wild abandon. Overwhelmed in your lustful haze.

You tried to raise up, but you were quickly forced back down. Terzo holding you, like a vice grip against his mouth. Your whole cunt dripping with his saliva—messy and wet as he continued. The pressure built up inside you, slowly starting to release. 

"Oh Papa, I wanna cum." You mewled; hand grabbed firmly on a tuft of raven black hair before you. Terzo staring up at you as he devoured you. Gently sucking on your lips and sliding his tongue once more over your cunt. 

"Then cum." He told you, his voice full of that suave, devilish charm that had made you fall for him in the first place. "Give me communion sorella." 

That was enough to send you over, yanking harder on his hair. Terzo hissing, his paints smeared all over his face and the inside of your thighs. Mixing for a perfect shade of gray. 

You came. The third Emeritus son drinking you down like the richest of wines. Savoring the notes of pleasure, divined in the way you tasted. Your fluids running over the corners of his smiling mouth. Still refusing to release his hold on you. 

You were breathless and spent, finding yourself falling. Collapsing down beside him in the ocean of violet sheets. A smile on your face—speaking to your lover's skill. Maybe you'd be the one to die from the sheer ecstasy he brought you.

You kept your eyes closed. Enjoying listening to the sound of your shared breathing, when you felt Terzo get up. Taking hold of your legs and flipping you onto your stomach. Pulling you up on your knees before you could even speak. 

"Ass up sorella. I'm not done with you yet." Terzo teased. 

"Oh!" You called out as he guided the swell of your ass higher in the air. Marveling at the sight of it, before adding two fingers carefully into your entrance. Pressing hard and deep into the bundle of nerves. Cloaked within you—a place only he was able to find. 

"That's a good girl sorella." Terzo praised you as you rolled your hips back against his fingers. Terzo glided his hand across your ass. His fingers sprayed out over it before giving you a good smack. Your cunt, jolting back even harder onto his hand. Face pressed against the bed, trying your best to quiet your moans. The mid-morning rendezvous, proving to be more noisy than you intended. 

"Tell me how bad you want his cock sorella. How much you long for my fingers to be replaced with it. So I can fill you and have you dripping with me." Terzo commanded. 

"Uh! Fuck…Yes!" You called out as he made you cum again on his hand. 

"Tell me what you want." He ordered you, removing his fingers and stroking himself with your slick. Cock hard and at attention and ready to do as promised.

"I want your cock. Please…"

"Please, what?" He taunted. Allowing the plump, leaking head of his cock to tap against your core. 

"Fuck! Papa! Please!" You cried, desperate for it now. Terzo, giving a sinister smile as he obliged you. Slamming himself through your folds and taking hold of the lush curves of your thighs. Pounding inside you with full fervor. 

"See…all you need is to ask nicely…" 

"Mmm…Papa, yes. Ah…ah…." You moaned, feeling him spreading you out. Pressing all around inside, your body tugging against him with every thrust. You began to compress around him. Clamping down on his cock as you began to cum. Practically screaming now in your pleasure. Both sure the whole of the Abbey could hear you. Not that either of you cared. 

"That's it…ah…yes…sorella…" Terzo groaned. Quickly losing his stride as your pussy fluttered around him. "Your. Cunt. Is. Mine." He growled as you felt him kick inside you. His burning seed, flooding deep inside. Your Papa, continuing his movements until he was sure you were stuffed full. 

He hung limp over you. Kissing the small of your back as he pulled his softened cock from inside you. Continuing his row of kisses as he met with your ass. Coming to lay beside you and shielding you from the cool air with the cover of his sheets.

"That was incredible…" you began before you realized what day it was, "...uh…Papa. Isn't it your day for confession?" You asked. 

"Oh shit, yes!" Terzo panicked. Springing up from the bed in a fury. Rummaging around the room for his discarded vestments. Quickly redressing before giving your forehead a kiss. "I'll be back for you later." He smiled attempting to head out the door. 

"Wait! Wait! You can't go out like that!" You told him. He turned to face you, eyebrow perked and that puzzled look on his face.

"And why not?"

"Your paints!" You told him, half laughing, motioning to your lap that looked like a grayscale painting. 

Terzo smirked, "Hmph…let them see."

Notes:

Hmm...Sister, your pussy tastes so good. Like divine fruit from the forbidden tree. -Hmm... Sorella, la tua figa ha un sapore così buono. Come il frutto divino dell'albero proibito.

[matchbet-allofthetime]

Okay Tumblr ghesties, I have a Thing that is useless to many but may prove HelpfulTM to some

So have my (not) comprehensive list of ghouls in the band (I KNOW I'm missing some, I've been a fan for ages, I'm trying my best here and thie random is confusing as hell so this is definitely subject to possibly be wrong in lots of ways, especially dates-wise and im bad with remembering when eras ended so yk)

Also I'm going by the years they were in the band, not the eras

But I will have when the eras started/ended down below too to help

You'll notice there's a fuck ton of water ghouls. Water ghouls are bassists. There's been a lot of bassists. There was even a while where the band just... Didn't have a bassist. No clue what's up with that tbh

Symbols in the band and what they mean represent:

🜁- air (keyboard)

🜂- fire (lead guitar)

🜃- earth (drums)

🜄- water (bass)

- quintessence (see photo of symbol at bottom of post---rhythm guitar)

+ Multi (Don't technically use symbols, but I use the plus sign--- tambourine, background vocals, the like)

((Note: these are all alchemical symbols, which I noticed when I first got into the band. I adore that so much. I even have a ghoul language in the works comprised solely of alchemical symbols!!))

LIST OF GHOULS (as of 2023):

Air (This one doesn't have a fandom-wide name as far as I'm aware, but I call him Atmos); air ghoul #1; 2010-2016

Chain (wore a chain around his waist and sometimes painted black on his hands in bone-like patterns); water ghoul #1; 2010-2011

Lake (water ghoul #2) 2011-2013

Alpha (fire ghoul #1); 2010-2016

Omega (thick-ass silver rings on both ring fingers, quintessence ghoul #1); 2010-2016

Big Earth (I call him Valley and I don't think he's got a fandom-wide name either); earth ghoul #1; 2010-2013

River (water ghoul #3); 2013-2013

Little Earth/Pebble (earth ghoul #2); 2014-2016

Delta (water ghoul #4, later quintessence ghoul #2); 2014-2016

Mist (first ghoulette, water ghoul #5); 2016-2016

Ifrit (replaced Alpha, fire ghoul #2); 2017-2017

Aether (banana boy, quintessence ghoul #3); 2017-2023

ChAir/Zephyr (bro's got chronic back pain or smthn, air ghoul #2); 2017-2017

Dewdrop/Sodomizer (stompy and stoic, water #6, later fire #3); 2017-

New Earth/Ivy (earth #3); 2017-2017

Mountain (nameless ghoul with rhythm, no shoes, earth ghoul #4); 2017-

Swiss Army (feral, fucks his guitar more than he plays it, loves being on his knees, a smokin' nameless ghoul, multi ghoul #1); 2018-

Rain (tripped while paying once, water ghoul #7); 2018-

Cirrus (a nameless ghoul that rocks, air ghoul #4)

Cumulus (a nameless ghoul with some moves, air ghoul #5); 2018-

Sunshine (multi ghoul #2); 2020-2022

Phantom (sometimes called Midas/Aeon); (quintessence ghoul #4); 2023-

Aurora (multi ghoul #3); 2023-

Assorted ghouls:

Cowbell

Special/Phil (I think they're the same, but it's been a while since I've paid Special Ghoul attention. I am shaming myself for this 😔)

Edit:: Because I'm stupid and forgot to post the image at first:

The quintessence symbol! <3

((too many fucking tagssss hrrng I can't get everyone I'm sorry-- but yeah, there ya go. hopefully this helps someone out a little. And for newcomers- we named the ghouls as a fandom. some names just tend to stick, some names have been official, and some haven't. go nuts <33))

[emeritus-fuckers]

please, please, please elaborate on Terzo and consensual somnophilia 🥵 how would he go about telling his partner or what if his partner brought it up first? Or any of Terzo’s other bedroom interests- Or, god- anything TERZO, I love him so much thank you for this wonderful blog 🙏🏼❤️

Ghestie are you okay - Jez

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

First of all, I wanna get one thing clear. Terzo is extremely big on consent. And I mean really big.

If he notices you being slightly uncomfortable with any sort of touching, he reacts. If it's his fault, he apologizes and seeks out a different way if touching that you are comfortable with.

If someone else touches you in a way you don't like, he's your #1 defender. Won't hesitate to call that person out. He is capable of getting in a fist fight if needed.

That's how big he is on consent.

With that being said, he adores how cute and innocent you look while sleeping. And his mind can't help but wonder.

He'd never take advantage of you in a situation like this, though. He wouldn't dare.

No, he'd just carefully leave the bed and deal with it in the bathroom. It kinda becomes a regular occurrence until one day you wake up because he didn't realize he left the door slightly ajar, so you can totally hear him doing his thing.

You jokingly asked him what got him hard so early in the morning and this is one of the very few times you've actually seen him embarrassed.

He ends up explaining to you the thoughts that he was having and you honestly found it cute how he held his urges and masturbated just because he loved you too much to touch you when he wasn't sure if you were okay with it. We love a caring king.

So you end up coming up with a solution. You'd leave him a note in the evening that would say if you were okay with him touching you in your sleep.

And he's just... So sweet about it. So gentle.

At first he just limits it to gentle strokes of his fingers and kisses over your body, but as time passed, it wasn't uncommon for him to wake you up with sex, regular or oral.

And even if you never change the note that gives him your consent, he checks it every time.

BECAUSE HE IS A RESPECTFUL KING.

[ghoulettalie]

MAJOR RITE HERE RITE NOW SPOILERS!!

OK SO I SAW RITE HERE RITE NOW LAST NIGHT WITH MY GHESTIE AND I’M STILL TRYING TO WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT ALL…

(This is gonna be really random things I have on my mind lol)

YOUSUCK (I CANT THEYRE SO FUNNY)

THE GHOULETTES’ VOCALS THE ENTIRE LIVE PERFORMANCE LITERALLY ATE OMG THEY WERE INCREDIBLE

THEM PREPPING FOR COPIA TO DIE THE ENTIRE TIME LITERALLY HAD ME AND GHESTIE GRIPPING EACH OTHERS’ HANDS - LIKE WE WERE NOT OK

BUT HE DIDNT - HE IS NOW FATHER IMPERATOR AND HE HAS A TWIN??????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Literally GAGGED.

Frater Copia my beloved he’s gonna run the clergy so well mwah mwah my baby is all grown up🥺🐀

There’s a part of me that thinks the twin is Terzo LMAOOO I know that’s like impossible and silly but I’m delusional and I miss Terzo

Speaking of Terzo I thought they’d show the ghosts of primo, secondo and Terzo but I guess not :(

If you have ghosts performance…Screaming.

The creepy twins from before are dead??!! I wonder what happened?

They have a new remodelled ministry! I hope we see more of it in future Chapters…More in depth scenes to come?!?!

Papa Nihil farting in the box I can’t 💀

Speaking of Nihil - him acknowledging that he’s Copia’s father and Copia calling him dad…. 😭🥺

“Congratulations you just became a father” SEESTOR ATE THAT.

THE SCOOBY DOO CHASE SCENE.

Copia crying literally almost made me tear up can I hug him please 😭

DRACOPIA MADE AN APPEARANCE I’M SO HAPPY

COPIA STEPPING OFF THE STEPS DRAMATICALLY LITERALLY HAD ME AT THE EDGE OF MY SEAT

LIKE GHESTIE NO GET BACK

But he didn’t die, HE ENDED UP ON A HOT AIR BALLOON IN SPACE GIRL WHAT

at the time I didn’t think this but I guess he was hallucinating that

And then seestor died so 😅

RIP SEESTOR - you absolute queen even tho u were complicit in the deaths of Terzo and Secondo and Primo…. But you let Copia live so I forgive you a little bit

Just anytime Rain/Dewdrop were on screen I was SAT.

They live in my mind rent free

The fact that the concert was good quality as well like yes let me thirst over the ghouls yum 😵‍💫🫡���

Okay I think this is all but let me know your thoughts and/or theories!!

Btw my inbox is open!

Oh and me and my ghestie brought a fake rat we named Ratalie (see post here) 🐀 We couldn’t NOT bring her like we did this for Copia✨❤️

[onedaughterofman]

Writing Sessions #7 (Papa Emeritus I x g/n reader)

Summary: Your punishment for not memorizing the Lord's word is to have some special lessons with the head of the chruch himself.

Tags/Warnings: +18, orgasm denial, power imbalance, desk sex, kinda abuse of authority?, slight dom/sub dynamics, teasing, not so explicit but oral sex, fingering, improper use of Nameless Ghoul. Blonde Peepaw. I didn't proof read this, sorry.

A/N: Satan whispered in my ear and I listened to it. "Make them Peepaw fuckers," he said, and I replied: "Whatever you say, King." Partially inspired by @ghestie-nun Primo wip

A loud noise shatters the silence in the room. The sting of the ruler on your inner thigh is enough to force a hiss through your teeth, jaw clenching tight. An angry, red mark begins to form on the skin.

Fuck.

“Did I say you could stop?”

The claws dig deeper in your flesh. Not enough to pierce the skin, but with the necessary strength to make you endure it. Legs spread on the desk, you are left completely at the mercy of him.

Papa Emeritus I. The one who most Siblings fear and respect, because of his authoritarian nature and severe personality. He’s mostly a solitary figure, quietly walking around the long halls always surrounded by his ghouls.

Primo is a strong man, capable of rendering a bunch of Siblings silent with only one look. And now those mismatched, deep eyes fall on your face, harsh as always. There’s disappointment coating his pupils, wood ruler still firm between his fingers.

“You need to focus more on the texts,” he adds, clicking his tongue. “Distractions and temptations are all around us, but we must learn the word of our Father nonetheless.”

Slowly, the cold wood slides over your skin, knuckles ghosting on the burning, red spot. It hurts, but it also provides an unexpected relief. His hands are icy too, skin hardened by time. Primo works a lot, in the Ministry and the garden, and his fingers know exactly how to move to provoke a reaction.

Shivers explode up and down your spine. Your body quivers, trying to move away from his exploring fingers, but it’s useless. The Ghoul behind you won’t release you, won’t yield no matter how much you squirm. His chest is hot and hard behind your back, and you can only fall more onto his body, trying to hide.

“Continue.”

The book shakes so much in your loose grip, but not as much as your legs when Primo’s head goes back between them, warm breath hitting right in your most sensitive spots.

Fuck, again.

You want him. No, not want. You need him, right here, right now. You want your Papa to take you in this desk, to pound wildly into you until you can’t do anything more than to call out his name, brain completely fogged with pleasure and lust. Still, he doesn’t move. His fingers keep circling around your body, coated in his own saliva and your excitement.

The disappointment clings to his blown pupils. “If you stop, so will I.”

The oxygen is not nearly enough when you gather a deep breath, raw air burning all the way down your lungs. Your voice trembles, merely a whisper, and your throat is dry, almost like sandpaper. You need him to grant you release, to free you from this tortuous teasing that you have been receiving for what feels like hours, now.

When Primo reprimanded you earlier for now knowing today’s gospel, you expected nothing of it. You were a bit embarrassed, of course, but he looked unhappy, mad even. His jaw was clenched tight, and there was a heavy furrow on his face when he ordered you to meet him in his office later.

This is not what you expected.

“How hast thou fallen from heaven, Lucifer. I shall be as my father, who is of many forms. I shall be at one with the Fire, Darkness and Storm…”

Your voice breaks when his tongue finally joins his fingers. Primo follows a slow, tortuous rhythm, something both capable of transporting you to the edge of pleasure and then cast you back down on the floor. All your muscles are tense, and from behind you can hear a low, rumbling growl coming from the Ghoul. His claws dig deeper, forcing another gasp out of your mouth.

“I will ascend…” Primo urges, cheek resting on your thigh. It’s a breathtaking sight to behold, and your eyes scan every inch of it, from the wetness coating his mouth and chin, to the smudged paint, to the way his blonde, wavy hair falls around his face. There is also white and black paint on your skin, marking the path he followed from your neck to your waist.

“I will ascend to Heaven. Above the stars I will raise my throne. There is no God beside me…”

For a long moment, Papa doesn’t mention anything. Then, looking up at you through his lashes, he lets out a hum that travels right through your body, vibrations softly caressing your sweet spots. Face buried between your thighs, devouring you with a measured pace, Primo looks pleased, almost proud as you continue to recite from the texts.

Voice full of air and high pitched, you finish the paragraph right at the edge of your orgasm. When you can feel it coming, legs trembling and toes curling, it escapes right thought your fingers. Primo’s name dies in the tip of your tongue, turning into nothing but a frustrated moan.

Out of a mysterious mercy, the Ghoul lets go of you. Your joints ache and your muscles remain tense, chest heaving.

“Don’t look at me like that, Sibling. This is your punishment after all,” Primo says, deftly working on the buttons of his habits while he licks the fingers of his other hand. “Our Father has been kind enough to share his knowledge with us. You still have much more to learn.”

Then, taking his righteous place between your spread legs, he towers over your exposed body. His long hair falls around you, tickling at the sensitive, overstimulated skin. “Turn the page,” he orders.

As always, you obey.

ps: peepaw can fuck.

[m0rbidmacabre]

Senza Testa Terzo

Summary: Terzo and his brothers are dead - You are called to clean and prep your beloved before his travels to hell, the loss of your beloved Terzo becomes to much and you try to find a way to bring him back from the dead.

Notes: Hey loves, This is a little one-shot requested by my favourite two ghesties and dedicated to them. I love you both dearly, you have my heart. This started as a late night joke, between ghesties.. What would it be like to fuck a headless Terzo? but its turned into something more then that. Its hot, steamy, witty and has a lot of angst. I hope you all enjoy.

Words: 4646

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT, Headless Terzo, Papa Emeritus III, Smut, angsty smut, Angst, Dark, Dark Comedy, Love & Loss, Character Death, Death, Undead, Heavy Petting, Hot Sex, undead papa emeritus, loss of a partner, Established Relationship

Senza Testa Terzo

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It had not been long since the incident, since Terzo and his brothers were all executed. It was a night of horror, a night everyone wanted to forget. All the brothers were executed under the cover of darkness by hooded figures… nobody knew who, or what was responsible. All the siblings knew was that the brothers lost their heads in the fray, everyone had their suspicions, but nothing was done to find the killers. The clergy simply moved on to the next adversary.

You, being the ever-loving sister, rushed to see if you could help in the aftermath of the loss. You wished you hadn’t because the room was filled with blood, the walls covered in your beloved papas remains, and his life force splashed all up the walls of the brothers hide out where they were all peacefully playing Uno together when the terror unfolded. it was a horrific sight that you will never be able rid yourself of, forever carrying the vision of the scarlet spattered walls along with the dismembered remains of the papas that you cared for so dearly. You were going to miss your beloved Terzo, you had been spending a lot of time together before his beheading. You were just beginning to feel the first pangs of love for each other, your lives could have been very different. You imagined your life together vividly, spending nights tucked away in quiet corners of the ministry making love so passionately that Lilith herself would blush at your cries of passion. You wanted to help his passing to hell be as peaceful as possible, so you volunteered to be the one to clean his body and prepare him for the afterlife.

The ghouls moved the bodies of Terzo and his brother quickly, they were moved to the pit of the ministry. A quiet place that nobody ever visited, a place where nobody dare visit because of the stories of ghouls and ghosts. The morgue, you only ended up here if you were dead, but you had willingly put yourself in this position in the name of love for your Terzo. You walked the halls quietly making your way down to prep his body, your grief had taken over your body, leaving you in a haze, all you could think about was how your life together could have been so different to what had transpired. Your love for him was pure and passionate.

When you entered the morgue, it was quiet, dark. You made your way over to the CD player and put on the Type O Negative CD you and Terzo loved to listen to together. You had a fascination with the lead singer Peter Steele and Terzo always indulged you when it came to your listening tastes so you knew he wouldn’t mind that you had the CD for comfort, in fact he probably would have wanted you too. You lit some of the lingering burnt candles and incense and moved over to look at Terzo. He looked peaceful; his eyes had been closed by the ghouls who had brought him here. Even though he was now just a corpse, a headless one at that, he still looked handsome. His papal paints still as perfect as they were at the moment of his death, just with added dashes of blood that mixed into his pure white paints. You began to remove them, wiping away every detail of blood and paint. Cleaning with purpose, you wanted him to look his best, the best he had ever looked for his journey to hell. You began to unbutton his suit, removing it and placing it neatly to the side, ready to be sent to be cleaned. You wanted him to look his best, he had to be in his tight suit, that was pure Terzo. He looked handsome in his robes, but his suit… the thought of him prancing around in his suit made your mouth water. You cleaned down his body, slowly carefully, spending the last touches with him on this earth.

You started to cry, your tears falling and hitting Terzo’s naked corpse, he would not want you this way, he would not want you to cry for him. He would want you to think about the passion you had together, not the idea of death separating you for all eternity. Your mind wonders to a place where it should never have progressed too, but your grief is strong, you want your Terzo back. You start to think about ways you could possibly bring Terzo back, was there a way to bring him back? Would he be the same passionate lover you had before? Would he still be your Terzo?

You then remember a story from a mythical folk lore of the headless horseman – a headless man who came back to avenge his death, he was summoned to do the bidding of an evil old witch under the cover of darkness, she used him as a puppet to do her dirty work, to kill people for her, and all she needed was his skull and witchcraft to bring him back. You started to think maybe it was possible even though this was just folklore, you had been around the ministry long enough to know that anything was possible, folklore tales often were based in truth, but changed by the outside world to make them seem like works of fiction.  you could summon him through ritual, you had everything you needed. You could ask the dark lord to grant you time with your beloved, be it permanently, or be it just for a few days… you would take whatever you could get. Just to spend more time with him. There was no escaping his demise in the end, and you knew that, but time… Time meant everything to you. You finished the process of cleaning Terzo and grabbed his suit for cleaning, you dropped it off with the maids before you headed back to your dorm, you needed time to think this through to come up with a plan that would function well enough to bring him back. You sat into the night, reading all the texts you could find about summoning someone who has passed on. The texts made it clear that it never ended well, but you were willing to try, even though it was a very selfish quest.  Anything was worth just one more moment with him.  You gathered all the things you would need, fresh candles, withered rose petals and incense. It was simple, you had dabbled in magic before your time at the church, but you never fully understood it as most witchcraft was forbidden to lower ranking members, and you understood why. It took years of practice to perfect.  By the time you decided to try and sleep the sun was beginning to make its way up the horizon, but it had been nearly 24 hours since you last slept. You lay your head down and your thoughts were running a million miles an hour, you settled them by humming Type o negative to yourself as you finally fell into a slumber.

You woke up at mid-day, the sun filling your room as you hissed at how much the light hurt your tired eyes. You could have easily slept for a week, but you woke up with purpose. Tonight was the night. You were going to bring your Papa back to life, not to kill or hurt others. But to just spend more time together. You felt selfish, but you knew Terzo would understand and hell he would probably love the idea of you fucking his headless body. The thought made you giggle, it sounded so far-fetched, so out there...

You pulled yourself out of your pit, getting yourself dressed and ready for the day and headed to the laundry room to collect Terzos freshly cleaned and ironed suit. It didn’t take long for you to get there.

“Hey, I’m here to collect Terzo’s suit. I brought it to be cleaned last night”. You said to the sister behind the counter that gave you a smile, a look of worry on her face, a look of how she pitted you for what you were going through. The whole clergy probably knew by now that you had asked to be the one to prep his body, to make sure he looked his absolute best. You were proud, strong and she was looking at you like you were weak, you gave her a forced smile, just to make sure she would leave you alone and she obliged and returned the freshly pressed suit to you without a word. The cotton and silk felt the softest they had ever felt. You ran your hands over them and remembered how it felt to have this suit pressed against your naked body in the heat of the moment. Your cheeks flushed red at the thought of it. It never took much for your want for Terzo to build. The slightest thing he would do would have you pawing at him like some needy animal, and he always knew how to fix your wanting. He could keep you humming and cumming all night long until your body had reached its sensory limit.

You return to the room where you are prepping Terzo, and you spent most of the day getting him dressed into his fresh suit and reapplying his paints to perfection. You spent the best part of two hours just trying to get the shapes of his make up perfect. It was a slow process with brush and paints, but you had spent so long running your fingers over the lines of his make up in tender moments that you did not struggle to remember each line at all. you thought it looked better than ever by the time you had finished, and you knew he would be proud.

You sat looking at him when you had finished, he looked so alive, so peaceful. You sat with your hand on his chest for a moment, thinking about the choice you have made. It did not matter if it was right or wrong, you wanted your love, you wanted him in your arms. You set about lighting the candles, placing them in a circle around him, lit the incense and sat back down with your hands on his chest. You took a deep breath and said the words to grant him back to you, your wants, your needs. Begging lucifer to be kind and grant you your love back on this earth. As your tears fell you leaned in and kissed Terzo on the lips, he was cold… lifeless but you hoped the devil would grant your wish. You blew out the candles, leaving a single black candle burning and took one last look at him and returned to your dorm. Your heart was broken, and you could not help but feel that was your last goodbye to him. You wrapped yourself up in a blanket and watched the moon as it hung low in the sky, the stars lulling to you back to your dreams where you could be with him again.

The next morning you awoke and went down to breakfast in the abbey as you normally would, you sat with your friends who where all laughing and joking as if nothing had happened, All the papa’s had been killed in cold blood and everyone was just moving on as if nothing happened. You looked to the head table; their chairs sat empty while the rest of the higher clergy sat eating breakfast. None of them looked to be in pain, none of them looked to be missing any of them. You picked up your breakfast and walked out of the room. “Too Hell with those fuckers” you thought to yourself and walked your way down to Terzo, you had finished prepping him by now. He was ready, but you were not. You wanted to see if anything had changed, if the spell had worked, if Lucifer had granted you your wish.

You opened the door and walked around the room; it was pitch black. You lit the candles that remained from the evening before and walked over to the CD player and switched on the same old type o negative CD. While you were shuffling around trying to get yourself settled you could hear mumbling, not sure of what it was... you just continued. “Fucking Rats, they get everywhere,” you thought to yourself. You turned around and walked back to your seat by Terzo, sitting down and getting yourself ready for another full day of looking after him. When you hear “amore, per favore”

You looked down at Terzo. He was looking back at you. You stood to your feet in shock. “Love, help” he uttered at you again. You didn’t know what to do with yourself, you couldn’t take your eyes from Terzo but you also couldn’t say anything. Your shock was clear and Terzo could see it.

“Terzo, you’re alive?” you asked, just wanted to make sure you were not dreaming, the room spinning... you were unable to fully focus.

“Was I dead?... Wait, did you?”  Terzo looked at you the shock in his eyes sending ripples of dread through your body. you replied “Yes, I did my love...” you did not need to say anything else. You moved back towards him and sat down in your seat, you were fully convinced that what was in front of you was Terzo, was your Terzo and not some ghoul from the pit playing tricks on you. You didn’t want to spook him with the horrors of his death if he didn’t already know about them, but it wasn’t long until Terzo started asking questions “How did I die…? Did I die fucking you? Cause that’s how I wanted to go” You scoffed out a laugh at his reply, it was the first time you had laughed since his passing, and you could hardly believe that he was in front of you, that the dark lord had granted you more time.

 “There was an incident, with you and your brothers… Well, they are all gone Terzo. I am sorry my love. Don’t you remember?”  He was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to understand or remember what happened to them. “I don’t remember…but if I’m no longer papa, then I’ve been replaced? My brothers?” you could see the distress in his eyes as leaned over him to kiss his gloved hand. “You do not need to be Papa, my love, for anyone to love you, you are perfect as you are. you needn’t think about all this for now. I do not know how much time the dark lord has given us together. Let us just try and live for us, right now.” You reassure him, trying to pull him out of his own mind and back to you.

“Si, Si your right. I should thank you, thank you for giving me back a little of such beauty. Giving me back to you, mi amore, but would you mind helping me move from in here, it stinks worse than the men’s toilet’s on the main floor of the ministry.”

You chuckle at him and nod in agreement. Grabbing his arms, you help his body to its feet.

“So… I lost my head...” He laughed “you did an excellent job on that suit, it looks crisp... beautiful amore. Almost looks tighter than before. Turn me around I want to see my ass.” he looked at you, as he was looking at his body standing in front of him.

You smile at him “Terzo, do you think of anything other than how good you look?”

“You amore… I think of how good you look”. He sweetly adds with a menacing grin.

“Do you think we should wait? Where should we go? You shouldn’t be seen… if you were, it would cause a riot... If you weren’t a prowler before, you're now a headless one, and I’m pretty sure some of the sisters would lose their own heads if they saw you like this”.

“Si, that is true. I am a hot lover… that is what I am known for, I’m sure half of the sisters are distraught... But you, my love... Give me life.” He chuckles.

 “We could move under the cover of darkness... We could go to your dorm amore? I’m sure nobody would bother a grieving lover of Terzo.” He smiles at you with that sexy smirk on his face.

“Ok, we wait.” You nod trying to be serious and not to acknowledge his looks at you. You could tell he was already undressing you with his eyes, he used to look at you this way during midnight mass.

“When were we last alone like this? The night before my death?” he says to you.

You nod at him with a small smile, recalling rolling around in his bed all night until the sun came up. It was the most amazing night of hot sex, as it always was with Terzo.

“I remember you kissing me all the way down to my thighs and then doing that thing with your tongue… you know… that thing I love.”

You blush at him, your face turning a shade of pink. “Ahemmm” you answer him.

He moves and sits down next to his head; you help him by steadying his arm. “Should we, while we wait? I’d love to see you sucking my cock from a different angle…” he smiles at you, being dead serious in his proposition, his arm pushing you slightly.

You blush, giving him a sultry smirk and never being one to refuse your papa you oblige him. Your mouth watering at the thought of him being in your mouth.

You move closer to him, placing your hands on his thighs and running your hands along them as you kneel in front of him. You turn to look at him as you move your hands to his crotch and unzip his pants. Pulling him free, you see him watching your every move from the side stand where his head is placed, as his cock twitches in your hand... Your warm hands bringing his cock back from its placid sleep. You lick your hand, giving it all the warm spit you could and placed your hands around him, moving slowly and giving him everything you have, keeping your gaze fixed on him.

“Amore, you look so good from here” He eggs you on as you drop your head and lick the tip of his cock.  He moans “seeing you like this, I can hardly control myself” you hum around him, circling your tongue before taking him deep into your mouth. You keep the pace fast and rough, letting out all of your built-up energy from the last few days of hell. It isn’t long until you taste his pre-cum in your mouth. You stop and look at him a trail of spit dangling from your chin. “You are some Jezebel sent from the depths of hell, not only did you drag me back from the pit but you're making me pay for it aren’t you, you naughty girl” he smiles at you. It isn’t long until Terzo’s warm seed spills into your mouth, giving you his essence, you crave. You swallow and give him a look that says you crave him more then he could possibly understand.

“Amore, that was amazing...” he says to you, “seeing you making me come undone from over here, amazing.”

You smile at him, your face red from lust and clean yourself up, wiping your face and dabbing it dry.

“I think it’s time we move…” you say to him with a smile, clocking the fact that it was now after dinner time, and everyone would most likely be back in their dorms... Safe and Sound.  “How would you like to do this?” you ask him not wanting to just pick up his head and walk off into the night with it.

“A blanket, wrap me in a blanket and give my head... I will carry it. You will be able to guide me, si?”

You nod agreeing that this would probably be the best way to achieve the optimal come. You find a blanket fairly quickly in the stores of the room, it was normally used to cover a body when it was too badly damaged to verify who it was, but Terzo didn’t seem to mind, so nether did you.

You wrap his shoulders in the blanket. One of Terzos hands kept tight hold of the blanket and you passed him his head, tucking it under his arm. Almost comically looking like something out of a horror movie, you smile at him. “Are you ready?” You say to him.

“Yes, yes... Let’s go” he says to you with a smile.

You open the door of the room with a big sigh, this was going to be far from easy, but you know the rewards were greater when you got back to your dorm together.  You put your arm around him and guide him through the ministry making sure to stick to dark corridors and passages that were rarely used. It paid off, you didn’t see a soul in sight.  You both make It back to your dorm in one piece, you unlock your door and push the hard wooden door open. Helping Terzo over to your bed, he lays down and placing his head on the bedside table.

“Come here amore, let me hold you”.

You tuck yourself up in his arms, a big smile appearing on both of your faces as you feel him around you and his arms keeping tight hold of you.

“I don’t know how much longer I have amore; we should enjoy tonight together.” He whispers to you, not wanting to upset but also not wanting to waste time.

You smile back trying to keep a brave face on the subject, but inside you were desperately hoping that he would never leave you again.  Sure, his head wasn’t attached to his body... But you were sure you could fix that; you had always been handy with a sewing needle.

“What are you thinking?” he asked after a few moments silence. “Oh, nothing...” you say with a sad smile. “I just don’t want you to leave again, being here without you. Well, it wasn’t nice”.

“Amore, if the dark lord calls me home again, you know I will be with you always.” He pulls you in tighter.

“I know, I will just miss our time together, I will just miss our laughter. Before I felt like I would never smile again, and now I’m here with you, well I don’t wanna lose that again” you whimper out.

“You will smile, for me. You will carry on, for me…” he smiles at you, reassuring you that even if this comes to an end... You will still have your memories together and his message was clear that you would be strong enough to move on from this, but you knew Terzo will Always have your heart. It gave you comfort.

“Amore, undress for me,” he asks you.

You pull yourself from the bed and stand next to it, slowly removing your clothes from the day, the clothes falling like leaves in the autumn wind. You take your time, making sure that your Papa is pleased with you. You stand in your panties and bra and give him a huge smile. “You look so beautiful, a picture of life. Underwear please” he smiles at you again knowing full well that you knew where this was going. You reach around, unclasping your bra, your boobs springing them from their confines, their freedom sparking slight pleasure from your body. Terzo groans at you almost like a wild animal as you hook your fingers in your panties and drop them to the floor. You stand naked as the day you were born, your face and body flushed pink with your excitement. “Come here my love” he asks as you climb over him, placing yourself over his body, on all fours. You begin to unbutton his shirts, each button revealing a little more of his perfect body to you. He didn’t have muscles that were overly prominent, but it was clear that touring had been kind to him. You enjoyed every second, every button you undid giving you wetness between your legs.  Once you had finished his shirt you move to his pants and without a second thought you were both naked.

You still hovered over his headless body, kissing down his chest just like you knew he loved. Taking extra care of his nipples, taking them in your mouth and biting slightly making sure that they respond to your touch, making them more sensitive to you. Terzo moans as you suckle softly on them, leaving little nips all over his chest.

“Amore, would you play with yourself for me?” he asks you, without even a thought at his question you move your hands to your core. Spreading yourself open and gathering your own wetness you place a finger inside yourself. Moaning at your own touch, you circle your clit with your thumb as you fuck yourself with your fingers.  Writhing and moaning on top of him as you pleasure yourself. Terzos cock was hard and pressing into your belly as you moved. You could feel his pre-cum forming again, and it was currently being spread all over your hot stomach as you writhed on top of him. Pleasuring your own every sensation.

“Do you want me amore? Do you want to fuck your Papa?” he moans at you.

“Yes Terzo, Papa... I want you” you whisper through heated breaths.

“Then fuck me Principessa”

You line yourself up on top of him, his cock feeling solid in your hand as you lower yourself down onto him. Taking all of him as deep as your body allows, you shuffle your body around him finding a comfortable position. Pulling your knees tight to his body and pushing yourself back a little, allowing you to take all of him as deep as you can go and feeling his cock pressing on your sweet spot. You moan, your animal instinct kicking in.  “Take me amore, take what you need” he says to you as he grabs your hips to steady you. You begin to move, steady at first making sure to savour the moment of feeling him inside you but it isn’t long until you start finding a rhythm. Your orgasm building, Terzo moans at how your body is reacting to him. It’s only been a few days since your last night together, but you missed this so much. You just fit together like a jigsaw, and Terzo was always willing to let you be selfish in chasing your own orgasm. All he wanted was to please you, and he would do anything to achieve it. Your core began tightening around him as you you start to move faster…  harder.. Working together to keep the pace, as you wither and moan on top of him. You can feel yourself reaching your limit, your body ready to come undone.

“Terzo, baby...” you moan at him.

“Let go amore, let me feel you cum for me” he says to you almost breathlessly and with those words, you let go of the world around you both. Falling on top of him, your head resting on his chest, you take a moment. Just to be together, Terzo wrapping his arms around you to make you feel loved, safe...  His embrace was all you needed. You hear him whisper to you as you drift away to sleep “Im with you always amore, rest now”

[in-cardi-c-we-thrust]

Calling all european ghesties.

If you wanna smell like Copia, I found the perfect dupe for Aqua di Gio.

I found it in Lidl and it's around €6.

It's absolute chef's kiss.

@historian-crown @riptide-kid @lizzthefrizzzz

[thatviolageek]

CHILDREN OF THE CONGREGATION

CALLING ALL GHESTIES

In the ending of 'Year Zero' there is a voice that whispers something, but its not coherent enough. does anyone know what it's saying? I NEED ANSWERS PLEASEE

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

The Papa You Belong To

Papa Emeritus III (Terzo) x Assistant Reader (mostly GN but with feminine Italian pet names)

Warnings: a little cussing, a little spiciness at the end, but I think that's it 🥰

Word Count: 2.0k

This was inspired by the monthly challenge prompt we have going in the discord, and since I have Terzo brainrot lately, here ya go, ghesties!!!! The prompt:

"It definitely wasn't love at first sight, but you were starting to see them in a new light..."

(Sorry I don't remember where I got the photo EEEEE!!!! Please feel free to credit the original poster if you know where it comes from!)

"That 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥!!!" you shout, shoving your face in your hands in frustration.

"Hey! How could you talk about Papa like that?!" your friend scolds you.

"Because it's what he is, damnit! He's infuriating! Selfish, conceited, cocky! You try being around him all day and see how you feel at the end of it," you huff.

"You're being ridiculous. You should be grateful to have such a position! Being Papa's assistant? Do you know how many people at this Abbey would kill to be in your shoes?"

"Just because it's a good position doesn't mean I can't be frustrated over it," you remind your friend. And you really can't believe the way they're acting over this right now. Why can't they just take your side on this? It's not like they'll get brownie points for standing up for that idiot; he's not even here right now! Plus, don't they realize there's a reason the last assistant left?!

𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥.... 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘣? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭?

You sit at your desk, still stewing over what had turned into an argument between you and your best friend the night before.

• • •

"I'm out for lunch," Terzo calls out, walking past you but stopping before closing the door behind him. He pops his head back in and asks, "Shall I bring something back for you, cara?"

"No, I'm okay. Thank you," you respond, voice sounding about as small as you feel.

The moment the door clicks closed, your resolve breaks, sobbing out all your feelings from the night before. The frustration over this job, over 𝘩𝘪𝘮, and now feeling like no one is on your side.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳'𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶-

Hearing the door handle jiggle, you sit up, sniffling and attempting to wipe the tears from your cheeks... but to no avail.

"Mi scusi, I forgot my-" Terzo pauses upon seeing your red and puffy face. Quietly whispering your name, he asks, "Why do you cry, tesoro? Are you hurt?" He comes right over, taking your hand and kneeling next to you.

"Just my feelings," you scoff, rolling your eyes. "Don't worry about me, Papa, it's nothing," you try to dismiss his concern.

"Nonsense, Sorella, you can tell me anything. I can't have my assistant in a bad mood, sì? Nothing will get done; it will be a total mess," he offers you a small smile.

You give in, chuckling a bit at his flattery. "It- it's just my friend, Papa. I went to them about something that was bothering me, and they didn't take my side. They played the devil's advocate, if you will, and they told me I was being ungrateful... It just bothered me. We've never butted heads like that before."

"Hmm, I see," he says softly, squeezing your hand. "I face this with i miei fratelli all the time..."

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

"They always think their problems are bigger than mine, so they act the way your friend has. Perhaps your friend has something hidden beneath the surface they haven't revealed, hm, bella mia?"

You couldn't believe your ears. Terzo and your friend take each other's side really well for only having met in the confessional. Squeezing your eyes shut, you fight back more tears, feeling defeated.

"Oh, no, no, no, I've said the wrong thing... Please don't cry, dolce ragazza. What can Papa do to help?" He scrambles to get you a tissue, moving to sit on the edge of your desk in the process.

"It's okay, Papa," you take the tissue from him, wiping your cheeks, "Maybe I'm being unreasonable..."

"Not at all, my child. Let us try again, okie dokie?" He gently lifts your chin with his fingers, "Tell me what is bothering you, what you went to your friend about."

You avert your eyes, pursing your lips, "I'm not sure you want to hear about that..."

"I'm sure I've heard much worse," he chucks.

You toss the idea around in your mind... Perhaps you could just talk to him directly about his behavior. He's a grown man and maybe it would do him some good to hear your criticism. Or worst case scenario, you'll get fired, which is fine because you were already going to quit.

Drawing in a deep breath, you look up at him as calmly as possible, "It was, well... It was about you."

A rare occurrence, Terzo falls silent, his eyebrows quirking up awkwardly as if that was the last thing he expected you to say.

"I know it's my job to be your assistant, and I know that you're Papa, the most important person in our church... But you act so arrogant; you can be condescending sometimes. It's very hard for me to support someone who isn't being a great leader to others," you pause, searching his eyes, when you decide to continue, whether to save face or because you need to say it, you aren't sure, "I've seen how kind you can be, in the way you check on me or ask me if I want anything for lunch, but that should be extended to everyone in your flock, Papa, not just those close to you."

There's a long pause while Terzo mulls over your words. It's difficult not to fill the silence with more explanations, but you remain quiet, having taken his gloved hand at some point and gently rubbing his knuckles.

"You are right to be upset, cara mia... I have been an insufferable asshole since becoming Papa. You deserve better from me, as well as the congregation. You've seen right through my act, making myself out to be harsh like il mio fratello... or at least in an attempt to follow in his footsteps," the last part comes out quietly as he hangs his head, clearly feeling shame over the way he's acted. "Ovviamente, I have a very valuable asset in you, tesoro; not many people can find it within themselves to be so forthright with their Papa."

You stand up in front of him, tears threatening you again over seeing him so vulnerable. Mere inches from his face, you assert in a hushed tone, "You don't have to be like your brother to be a good Papa." Surprising even yourself, you lean forward, tucking your arms under his in a hug.

Gently, he wraps his arms around you, pressing your bodies firmly against one another. When his soft lips leave a quick peck on your cheek, your whole face flushes, and you feel an urgent need to change the subject. "I'm really sorry I made you late to your lunch, Papa," you offer, straightening up and smoothing down your blouse.

He laughs, having forgotten about it entirely, "Is okay, amore, we order takeout, sì?" Heading over to his desk in the next room, he picks up the desk phone, hooking it on his shoulder.

"You mean I'm not fired?" you ask, leaning against the doorframe to his office.

"Of course not, cara mia," he mutters with a smirk before firing off several entrees to the person on the other end of the line.

• • •

In the following weeks, Terzo became insufferable for an entirely new set of reasons, such as the way a stray lock of hair falls on his forehead when he's working, the tone of his arms when he rolls up the sleeves on his expensive button down shirt, the dusting of chest hair when he leaves the top few buttons undone...

He'd had a complete attitude shift, and it had really lifted everyone's morale around the Abbey. Work was getting done earlier in the day, which meant more free time for all the Siblings; everything was sparkling clean and people were kinder to one another. It was as if springtime had come to the ministry, even without a shifting of seasons.

"You know, cara, I never properly said grazie for setting me on the straight and narrow," Terzo says, not looking up from the work on his desk.

Today, you're on the leather loveseat by the window in his office, sorting through things that need to pass over his desk. Perking up at the sound of his voice, you smile at him as he tosses a glance at you over his shoulder, that natural scowl making his eyes really pop.

Reaching into a desk drawer and shuffling around some papers, he pulls out a small velvet bag, before shutting the drawer and pushing the chair from under his desk. Slowly, he stands, waltzing over to sit next to you.

He looks so handsome like this with his shirt untucked, hair lazily swept back, a softer demeanor than he carried before; this more at-ease look suits him well.

"Amore?" he gets your attention, the nickname bringing a bit of a blush to your cheeks. Smiling softly, he offers you the purple drawstring bag.

"Papa... I can't take this. I was just angry and being a bitch..." you mumble. Although Terzo had done a complete 180 these last few weeks, you still felt bad for what you'd said to him, the way you had complained about him.

"Little bird, it was not easy for you to say what you said to me. It was not easy for me to hear it. But you were right, and you've made me a better Papa for my congregation." He pauses, fiddling with the small pouch, "And I hope... I hope to be seen as a better man in your eyes. So take this, please."

Upon his second try, you take the velvet pouch, face softening at his words. Pulling the drawstring open, you're met with a medium sized leather jewelry box, and inside a necklace he had made just for you. The charm was made to match the embroidered Grucifix that adorns the suit coat he wears on stage, with a beautiful little faceted amethyst in the center. "Terzo..." you breath out.

The use of his name makes a smile tug at his lips, and he leans forward to cup your cheek with one hand as the other tucks some hair behind your ear, "So everyone will know which Papa you belong to."

You look up meeting his eyes, "Thank you, Papa," you whisper. In another beat, you've placed the necklace in his hands, turning your back to him and scooping your hair up so he can clasp the necklace on you.

"There," he mumbles, kicking his foot up onto the couch and sliding you back between his legs.

The feeling of his chest against your back and his hands on your waist has your heart speeding up; you'd never been close to him like this before. When you feel his warm breath next to your ear, whispering words of how beautiful you look in the necklace, your head is spinning.

Carefully, as if you'd scare him away, you place your hands on his thighs that encircle you, squeezing lightly.

Wrapping his arms fully around you, he places a delicate kiss to your neck, just below your ear. When you let out a sigh, that's his sign to continue.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips explore your sensitive skin, until you can't take it anymore. Suddenly, you turn your head, catching his lips against yours.

His hands roam your body, heat quickly rising between the two of you. As his fingers lace with yours atop his thigh, he slides your hand back, creeping slowly up his thigh to land on the stiff bulge in his trousers. "Look what you do to me, amore," he nips at your ear, earning a wanton moan from you.

"Papa..." your voice quivers, "Show me who I belong to."