#copia x jim

[puuuders]

I'm With You Always - DeCopia drabble thing

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A/N - I HAVE FALLEN INTO DECOPIA HOLE AND CAN'T GET UP. @frjimdefroque THIS IS FOR YOU

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Jim spends a sacred moment with his beloved.

570 words

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The fog was always thick on cool October dusks, the birth of the night always seeming a bit brighter with the reflection of the moon bouncing off the miniscule water droplets that hung in the air. Though, on certain nights, the fog would grow in thickness as a presence would wander around the church borders, as Jim would watch the fluctuation move about from a second story window with a glass of His blood planted softly in his hand. By now, he had already changed into a comfortable pair of gray sweats and a black cardigan, a small portion of his chest visible from the V line. He took a sip of his wine, eyes half lidded and glued to a distinct shadow surrounded by the thickening fog. It was not until his glass was empty that he realized he had been trying too hard to search for that glimmer of white he longed to see. Looking down at the empty cup, he pulled the deep red curtains shut.

They always had an agreed upon time that one party could never seem to respect. 3:00 AM, deep into typical sleeping hours. Though Jim knew the significance of the number, and that it was not just to ensure privacy and lessened risk of being caught. But he never seemed to care. How could he claim to care when he was stepping through the yard, wet leaves and twigs crunching beneath his feet as he moved to their frequent meeting spot?

“You smell nice.” The familiar Italian voice squeaked from behind the chain link fence, black gloves fingers curling around the wires. Jim rubbed his arms with his own gloved hands, not having prepared for the cold. 

“I can't smell you.” Jim murmured, almost aggressively. Met with silence, he sighed. 

“Can I?”

“Sí… That's what I wait for.” 

The being leaned forward, his infernal eye piercing through the fog, illuminating each of their faces. His own was painted neatly of an abstract skull, loose strands of his graying hair falling perfectly before his eyes. 

Jim met Copia, pressing his chest against the fence as he closed his eyes. He listened as Copia began to pry apart the wires, creating just enough space to press even further forward. The head priest had noticed these damages before, and Jim blamed their rivalry ministry. Which, technically, was no sin and no lie. 

But there was no point. There was no point to defend his holiness against such sins. And Jim knew that. For now he was pressing his lips against another man, and that of a man of the beast of many names. He drew a deep breath against their connection, inhaling Copia's scent, relishing their brief moment of intimacy. It was a moment they only risked sharing twice a week, apart from their occasional meeting amongst one another's ministry, though it was difficult to get any moment alone with the breathing of each other's leaders over their shoulders. 

Jim had melted. Clinging to the fence, he took in as much taste and smell, eyebrows pinched up and tongue threatening to dive in as he struggled to contain himself. Until eventually, the pressure fell against no presence. He stumbled as his eyes fluttered open, saddened pupils peering into nothing but the darkness of night. He pressed his forehead against the cold metal, his eyes falling shut once more. It would be another week before he would see his lover again. 

[aclassyphoenix]

I wonder what a corrupt greedy priest with a weekend hobby of cocaine fueled orgies would be doing on a beach vacation with a satanic pope who talks about celebrating the female orgasm and having parking lot orgies at his concerts. And Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil hadn't joined them yet, and Mr Salitarian was pit doing martial arts demonstrations on the beach, so they were alone in the house... Together... Hmmmm, wonder what they were doing.

YOU HAVE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME

FATHER DEFROQUE WAS HERE SINCE CHAPTER 13

@stressghoul @historian-crown @lizzthefrizzzz @caligoaer @riptide-kid @apostatewitch @monkberryghouldelight

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Hello! I am doing Kinktober this year; here is the month's menu.

Minors do not interact!

1 ☆ 𝘽𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘼𝙡𝙚𝙟𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙤 𝙑𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨

2 ☆ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙍𝙖𝙘𝙚: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙡 𝘿𝙞𝙭𝙤𝙣

3 ☆ 𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙚𝙭: 𝘽𝙤 𝙎𝙞𝙣��𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧

4 ☆ 𝘽𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙣

5 ☆ 𝘽𝙞𝙧𝙩𝙝𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙀𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘽𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠

6 ☆ 𝙁𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚: 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙞 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

7 ☆ 𝘽𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙜𝙚: 𝙍𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙆𝙧𝙖𝙮

8 ☆ 𝙎𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙪𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

9 ☆ 𝙁𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙎𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝘽𝙧𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙩

10 ☆ 𝘾𝙤𝙘𝙠 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙎𝙣𝙖𝙥𝙚

11 ☆ 𝘽𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙙: 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝

12 ☆ 𝙋𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙚𝙡 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖

13 ☆ 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚: 𝙃𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙬𝙨

14 ☆ 𝘾𝙖𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝘼𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣

15 ☆ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙏𝙤𝙣𝙮 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙠

16 ☆ 𝙎𝙚𝙭 𝙏𝙖𝙥𝙚 & 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 2: 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚 𝘽𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧

17 ☆ 𝙎𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙞𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙍𝙚𝙢𝙪𝙨 𝙇𝙪𝙥𝙞𝙣

18 ☆ 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠: 𝘿𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙑𝙖𝙣 𝘿𝙚𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

19 ☆ 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙣𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮: 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

20 ☆ 𝙊𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮

21 ☆ 𝙏𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚𝙙: 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩

22 ☆ 𝙈��𝙧𝙧𝙤𝙧 𝙎𝙚𝙭: 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡

23 ☆ 𝙊𝙪𝙩𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧: 𝘾𝙤𝙥𝙞𝙖/𝙋𝙖𝙥𝙖 𝙀𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙨 𝙄𝙑

24 ☆ 𝙇𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚: 𝙔𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙪 𝙐𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖

25 ☆ 𝘿𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙏𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙮 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙗𝙮 & 𝘼𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙚 𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨

26 ☆ 𝙂𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙁𝙖𝙩 𝙂𝙪𝙢/𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤 𝙏𝙤𝙮𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙨𝙪

27 ☆ 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙊𝙧𝙜𝙖𝙨𝙢: 𝙍𝙚𝙜𝙜𝙞𝙚 𝙆𝙧𝙖𝙮

28 ☆ 𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧: 𝙅𝙤𝙝𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙤𝙜𝙨

29 ☆ 𝙒𝙖𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮: 𝙀𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧

30 ☆ 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝙉𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙝

31 ☆ 𝙑𝙞𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙒𝙖𝙧: 𝙅𝙞𝙢 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙧

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is any grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

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[luciferscowgirl]

— “Never to Return” —

60 chapter smutty slow burn

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Catholic virgin x Cardinal Copia

Hello guys!

I can finally say that I have successfully finished writing my 200.000 words slow burn “Never to Return”, where a young Woman of God escapes the restraints of her Catholic upbringing with the help of our beloved Cardinal Copia. Throughout the story, unexpected things happen, and we will learn more about the characters’ pasts. Things turn sinful…, in every way.

Read it here (AO3) or click the link in the title. It is 18+, so MDNI, please!

Thank you all! ��

[emeritus-fuckers]

How do you do, fellow simps?

We are Nosferatu (also known as Rat; any pronouns; main @nosferatu-inside-of-me), Nyx (she/her; main: @christie-r0ad), and Death (she/they; main: @deaths-reign02) and we have decided to do write horny shit here. This sideblog will mostly include anything Ghost and Repugnant related. You can learn more about us here.

We also have a discord server! You can find it here.

We provide content fot the entire Emeritus bloodline and some personal favorites, which means we write for:

Papa Emeritus Zero/Papa Nihil (both young and old because we're filthy simps)

Papa Emeritus I/Primo

Papa Emeritus II/Secondo (biblically accurate because y'all forget he's a party animal)

Papa Emeritus III/Terzo (he/they)

Papa Emeritus IV/Cardinal Copia

Sister Imperator (both young and old because, as written above, we're filthy simps)

Mister Psaltarian

The Director

Father Jim Defroque (because y'all are sleeping on daddy Jimmy fr)

Here you can find out more about our headcanons about their identities!

Multicharacter human masterlist (more than 3 characters) can be found here.

As well as all the Ghouls:

Fire Ghouls

Alpha (he/him)

Ifrit (he/him)

Sodo (NOT Dewdrop; he/him)

Blaze (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; he/him)

Water Ghouls

Chain (it/ghoul)

Lake (he/him)

River (they/them)

Cowbell (headcannoned by us as a water ghoul; they/it)

Mist (he/she)

Rain (he/she/ve)

Storm (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; they/he)

Earth Ghouls

Cliff/Big Earth (first Earth Ghoul; they/he)

Pebble (he/him)

Ivy (he/xe)

Mountain (he/him)

Quake (Papa Nihil's Ghoul, they/them)

Air Ghouls

Eurus (first Air Ghoul, they/she)

Zephyr/ChAir (they/he)

Cirrus (she/ze)

Cumulus (she/her)

Tornado (Papa Nihil's Ghoul, ze/zir)

Quintessence Ghouls

Omega (he/him)

Delta (transelemental Water-Quintessence; they/it)

Aether (he/him)

Phantom (he/they/xey/it)

Chaos (Papa Nihil's Ghoul; he/she/they/it)

Multi Ghouls

Swiss (he/it/xey)

Phil (he/him)

Sunshine (she/her)

Aurora (she/they/fae)

Here you can find out more about our headcanons about their identities! (Ghoulettes/Ghouls/Papa Nihil's Ghouls)

Ghouls masterlist can be found here.

Other Ghost headcanons (mostly world-building) can be found here.

We also make content for the following members of Repugnant:

Mary Goore (they/them. i will not answer anything where mary goore is regrded as a he/him.)

DD Sars (he/him)

G. Grotesque (he/him)

E. Forcas (he/him)

Tom Bones (he/him)

Sid E. Burns (he/him)

Carlos Sathanas (he/they)

Chris Piss (he/him)

Here you can find out more about our headcanons about their identities!

Repugnant masterlist can be found here.

We provide both SFW and NSFW content in forms of headcanons and fics, big and small. We won't write anything that makes us uncomfortable, might post some small graphic edits, too. We're absolutely cool with LGBTQ+ stuff. This blog is a safe space for you, no matter your size, race, sexuality or identity and we promise to do our best to make you feel included, respected and comfortable. If anything we wrote or published makes you feel wrong, please do not hesitate to say so in the comments or to message Nosferatu about it.

If you do not specify that you want a oneshot/fic, we will most likely write your requests as headcanons since it's easier to read and write.

Our wonderful profile picture has been provided by the incredible @tasty-ribz. The beatiful Pride background was made by the amazing @mustluvecho.

CURRENT EVENTS:

Kinktober 2023 (it will be finished one day you just gotta believe.)

DNI AND GET TF OUT IF YOU ARE:

homophobic

transphobic

fatphobic

racist

a TERF

a pedophile

a zoophile

one of those disgusting anons who sent death threats to tasty-ribz

one of the anons bullying copias-girl

one of the assholes who spam Chris

one of the idiots invading Jutty and Liv's privacy

a Phantom/Aurora hater

As for minors: we are NOT your parents. It's your call if you read our content. We take no responsibility for it.

[historian-crown]

HEEEEY NEW ONESHOT JUST UPLOADED!!!

CopiaxReader

Father Jim is the worst person on earth.

Copia is the best person on earth.

[bambisworlds]

bambi's worlds masterlist

this is where i let my imagination run wild... you're welcome tehe

Other Works:

Aemond Targaryen

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Alex Volkov (twisted love)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Andy Barber (defending jacob)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Azriel (a court of thorns and roses)

azriel x needy oc drabble

mirror sex with azriel

Poly!Bat Boys Fics (a court of thornes and roses)

there's a man in the woods (poly!batboys x oc)

part one, part two, part three

rhysand, azriel, and cassian were blessed by the cauldron with a mate. although, the circumstances were never seen before. the three males each had a mate, and it turned out to be the same female they were each bound to; bambi. they had spent months trying to track down the female that had been haunting their dreams and they finally did. she was tamlin's "mate". he had somehow discovered bambi was the rhysand's mate, so he took her as his own lover to spite him. tamlin still blamed rhysand for the death of his true mate, rhysand's sister. however, this plan to get back at rhysand was short lived seeing as the bat boys showed up and took her to the night court with them, leaving tamlin in their dust. pissed that he no longer had the upper hand, tamlin snuck into the night court and kidnapped bambi

Bucky Barnes / The Winter Soldier (marvel cinematic universe)

the winter soldier's weakness

bucky and y/n have been free from Hydra for two years, trying to make a life of their own. but that becomes a struggle when bucky is framed for a bombing (3,036 word count)

Cassian (a court of thorns and roses)

no solo cassian fics yet, but i have some poly!bat boy fics higher up on my masterlist <3

Casteel Da'neer (from blood and ash)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Chris Evans

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Copia/Papa Emeritus IV (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Damon Salvatore (the vampire diaries)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Din Djarin (the mandalorian)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Drew Starkey

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Eddie Munson (stranger things)

the freak and the new girl (eddie munson x y/n)

y/n is new to hawkins high this year and everyone she's dated has treated her terribly. she's convinced she'll never find a healthy relationship, until eddie munson changes everything.

part one, part two, part three

Geralt (the witcher)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Harry Styles

after show special (my first fic !)

harry can't wait to get you alone after his concert, so he takes you to his dressing room (harry x y/n).

Harwin Strong (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Jim Hopper (stranger things)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Joel Miller (the last of us)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rafe Cameron (outer banks)

rafe drabble (rafe x oc)

hard and soft (rafe x oc)

rafe waited impatiently for bambi to get out of the shower after she rejected his request to join her. when she comes out of the bathroom completely nude, he takes matters into his own hands.

Rhaenyra Targaryen (house of the dragon)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rhysand (a court of thorns and roses)

no solo rhysand fics yet, but i have some poly!bat boys fics higher up on my masterlist<3

Rhys Larsen (twisted games)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Rick Grimes (the walking dead)

reunited (rick x y/n)

rick thought he knew what true, unconditional romantic love felt like with lori. she was his first love, the mother of his child. but that was nothing close to what he felt with you. you had the ability to turn him into the most deranged man alive, someone unrecognizable and downright psychotic when it came to protecting you. you could also bring him to his knees and turn him into a puddle at your feet. he could be the softest, gentleness man to exist if you wanted him to be. you were his, and he was yours. simple as that. when he woke up in the hospital to find the world had ended there were only two things on his mind; carl and you. he needed to find you.

season 5 rick grimes smut drabble

living constantly on the move was stressful, making it hard for bambi to sleep most nights. so, rick helps his sweet girl fall asleep.

Simon "Ghost" Riley (call of duty)

bambi and her bodyguard (simon x oc)

simon "ghost" riley is bambi's bodyguard, he worships the ground she walks on, but fights his feelings for her. well, until he can't anymore. (simon x oc).

needy little girl (simon x oc)

simon is trying to focus on paperwork in his office on base, bambi is the ultimate distraction.

simon riley lactation kink drabble

Sodo/Dew Drop Ghoul (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Steve Rogers (marvel cinematic universe)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Terzo/Papa Emeritus III (the band ghost)

nothing yet, but coming soon!

Wade Wilson (marvel cinematic universe)

cookies and clay (wade x little!oc)

[cyruswrld]

hihi! my name is cyrus, i’m 18, and i’m hoping to find a roleplay partner :))

right now, my main fandom is ghost (the band)! i’m hoping to find someone willing to roleplay JIM DEFROQUE X COPIA ! they’ve plagued my mind since JHKM dropped. i have a few plots, just hit me up! i can play either one of them.

some more info:: my literacy style ranges from literate to novella! i am totally okay with NSFW, just be 18+. i have little to no triggers; all i ask is that we keep ILLEGAL subject matters out of the roleplay with the exception of drug abuse.

i prefer to roleplay on discord, so just respond to this post and we can exchange tags! :)

[angellayercake]

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Eating with the sinners AO3 | Tumblr

Papa Emeritus Iv x Father Jim DeFroque | Explicit | 1,000 words | Complete

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From this slumber you shall wake AO3 | Tumblr

Papa III x GN Reader | Gen | 2,000 words | Complete* 

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Banchetto AO3 | Tumblr 

Papa III x Fem Reader | Explicit | WIP 

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Last Bow AO3 | Tumblr

Sister Imperator x Fem Reader | Explicit | 1,000 words | Complete* 

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Sam and the Series of Disastrous Dates AO3 | Tumblr

Fem OC x OC’s/Papa III/? | Gen | WIP | Series  

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But first, let me send a selfie! AO3 | Tumblr

Papa IV x GN Reader | Gen |  1,000 words | Complete 

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Pomegranate Noir AO3 | Tumblr

Papa III x Fem Reader | Explicit | 4,000 words | Complete

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Si Padrona AO3 |  Tumblr

Cardinal Copia x Fem Reader | Explicit | 5,000 words | Complete

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Worship AO3 | Tumblr

Cardinal Copia x Fem Reader | Explicit | 1,000 words | Complete 

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The One With The New Years Party AO3 | Tumblr

Papa III x Fem Reader | Explicit | 8,000 words | Complete | Series

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Give Me Your Best Copper Kiss AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

 Cardinal Copia x GN Reader | Explicit | TW | 9,000 words| Complete

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Pastimes for a Retired Papa AO3 | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Papa III x Fem Reader | Explicit |  21,000 words | Complete | Series

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[snail-shell2335]

how long until we start seeing father jim x copia fanart/fanfics

[puuuders]

Dreamy sigh

My new second favorite ship. They deserve happiness together

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚��𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬

I've finally decided I'm gonna be doing headcanon requests! To request headcanons, just head over to my ask and drop in there what you'd like! But first, make sure to read the rules and the characters I will write headcanon requests for. If you're not sure if I've already done your request or not, head over to my navigation post where you'll find links to my masterlists!

𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Only send in requests when I'm open for them! I'll put at the top of my blog and in my ask whether I'm open for headcanon requests or not.

Only send in headcanon requests for characters on the list I will provide further down in this post! Just because a character is from a fandom I'm in doesn't mean I will automatically write for them, so make sure you read the list carefully.

Do NOT send in headcanon requests for trigger topics that I will list further down in this post. This is for my own mental health and wellbeing and I trust that you'll all be respectful of that.

Please don't send asks/messages asking when I'll get round to your request. This will only make me want to do requests even less.

As a rule, I don't write character x character ship headcanons as I like to save that sort of thing for when I'm writing fics about them. I will, however, do reader insert headcanons and headcanons for solo characters

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Rape/sexual assault/sexual abuse. This is something that is a big trigger for me

Incest

Pedophilia

Non-con or dubious consent, including consensual non-consent. This is something I have to be in a very good headspace to write on my own terms, and as such I don't feel comfortable doing requests relating to these topics

Extreme gore and violence

Excrement play (basically anything to do with piss and poop is a no go)

Child/domestic/partner abuse and violence

Ableism, racism, homophobia, transphobia, anything bigoted

Child/infant death. This is a particularly difficult one for me due to things my mum and my older brother went through, so I don't feel comfortable writing requests relating to this

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Slight gore and violence. If you're not sure, don't be afraid to ask and I will tell you if it's too extreme for me or not!

Mental health and mental illness (though I may reserve the right not to do a request relating to this if my own mental health isn't doing well)

Chronic illness/conditions (if it's a condition or illness I'm not familiar with, this may take a little longer as I will look it up to make sure I can write for this topic to the best of my ability)

Angst

Fluff

Smut (I trust that if you're on my page you're over 18, but if I catch wind of any minors interacting with my 18+ content or sending in spicy requests this option will be removed from requests completely)

Polygamy (no incest)

I am more than happy to write for any gender, sexuality, pronouns, race etc

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫

The Band Ghost: Mary Goore, Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Nihil, Sister Imperator, Mr Saltarian, Jim DeFroque

Devil May Cry: Dante, Vergil, V, Nero, Lady, Trish, Nico, Kyrie

Stranger Things: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Wheeler, Argyle, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove

[frjimdefroque]

Greetings children, followers, and friendlys! And welcome to my new account, I have come with a revelation that in order to be able to teach everyone about our Lord, we should expand past just what we see and come to places like this website to spread the good word of the Lord.

†I am Father Jim Defroque, You can call me D-Father or Father Jim.

†I am 48 years old and have been apart of the church my whole life. I have been a priest for 20 years. My birthday is April 9th.

†I am the priest at a church in Waco, Texas, where I also live. I am married to the Lord and the Lord only.

†I speak English and English only.

†Everyone is allowed on here to hear the good news of our Lord Jesus, our savior. People over the age of 18 are welcomed to come speak to me.

†So come, come confess your sins my child, you can tell me hear or call me at +1 (866) HOLY-HIT, because Jesus, he knows me.

Admin info under the cut

!!Admin will use “!!” to talk out of character.

Hi, I’m Charlie, I’m 20 and don’t mind any pronouns. (Legally a female if that helps your indecisiveness.)

MDNI, or just be aware because this is a mature blog. I know I can’t stop you, just learn to be respectful of people’s boundaries.

Yes I ship Copia x Jim but honestly if you want to roleplay it a different way, I don’t mind. If it turns out the two are brothers, I’m deleting this blog and probably going to restart it but not shipping the two. (incest is GROSS.)

I also run @chaintheghoul

[emeritus-fuckers]

Kinktober prompt list by emeritus-fuckers (Ghost + Repugnant)

Keep in mind, the list below may consist of drabbles or full on oneshots. People on Discord got to see it almost a month early, so consider joining ;)

Content is not limited only to the specific kink, but that is the main theme of each shot. Kinktober is handled by Jez. There's a poll at the end of the post.

First time - Cardinal Copia

Bondage - Papa Emeritus II

Pet play - Old Sister Imperator

Consensual somnophilia - Papa Emeritus III

Biting - Sodo Ghoul

Edging - Young Sister Imperator

Marking - Ifrit Ghoul

Fingering - DD Sars

Ownership - Papa Emeritus I

Threesome I/Throuple - Papa Emeritus III and Omega Ghoul

Dacryphilia - Papa Emeritus IV

Oral - Cumulus Ghoulette

Service top - E. Forcas

Mommy - Young Papa Nihil

Cum - Father Jim DeFroque

Size - Omega Ghoul

Pregnancy - Phantom Ghoul

Choking - Aether Ghoul

Piss - Mary Goore

Threesome II/Aftercare - E. Forcas and G. Grotesque

Consensual cannibalism - Mary Goore

Comfort - Rain Ghoul

Blood - Papa Emeritus II

Breeding - Papa Emeritus III

Degradation - Swiss Ghoul

Praise - G. Grotesque

Overstimulation - Cirrus Ghoulette

Corruption - Father Jim DeFroque

Phone sex - Old Papa Nihil

Threesome III/Knife play - Mary Goore and DD Sars

Love Story (nsfw sequel) - Resurrected Papa Emeritus III

Pegging - Aether Ghoul

Small penis humiliation - Mary Goore x DD Sars

Shibari - Omega Ghoul

Size II - E. Forcas

Consensual somnophilia - Cardinal Copia

Blindfold - Papa Emeritus II

Forcefem - Young Nihil

Panty sniffing - Aether Ghoul

Threesome IV/Domme - Young Nihil and Sister Imperator

Cockwarming - Aether Ghoul

Disinterest - Mary Goore

Handjob - Swiss Ghoul

Leather jacket - Mary Goore

Oral II - DD Sars

Corruption II - Mountain Ghoul

Temperature - Mary Goore

Tentacles - Mist Ghoul

Bondage II - Young Nihil

Threesome V/Marking - Aurora Ghoulette and Phantom Ghoul

Priest - Father Jim DeFroque

Blood II - Ifrit Ghoul

Vibrator and bondage - Mary Goore

Thigh riding - Zephyr Ghoul

Cockwarming II - G. Grotesque

First time II - Young Nihil

Breath Play - The Director

Stay horny. Hail Satan.

- Jez

[chokeonsordidmirth]

yall wanna hear my outlandish copia fan theory

escape the ministry spoilers below

so, in the tv room (nihil's room), there's a note saying that copia's tv usage has increased dramatically over the past week. realistically, this tells us two things: 1. copia is probably really depressed, and 2. the clergy is monitoring everything about copia. which theyve probably done with every papa. none of them were ever in control, it's always been the clergy. there's a lot more to read into there (and a lot in escape the ministry in general) but this post is about something much stupider.

depression and orwellian monitoring notwithstanding, we have a very clear connection with the tv to jesus he knows me and father jim defroque. jim defroque is a televangelist, he's the star of a wildly popular tv show and there's advertising for him literally everywhere. there's no way copia wouldn't have heard of him, especially if he's watching tv x hours a week. shots from the jesus he knows me music video are even playing on one of the tvs.

also in the main hall of the ministry there's a note from copia posing as a nameless ghoul (we know it's him because the note asks for juice boxes and theres hella juice boxes in his room) asking for a defroque sock. which is presumably jim defroque merch.

so we know that copia watches jim defroque and is apparently a fan. and then he goes on to cover a song about priests (jesus he knows me). and then he writes a song about priests (griftwood). and then he writes the lyric "i'll be the shadow, you'll be the light".

and i know this is not whats going to happen, all of this is completely silly, but... what if copia falls in love with jim defroque?

[drifting-wreckers]

Kaisarion, Chapter 12: A Matter of Love

Papa Emeritus IV x OFC: romance, religious fanaticism, drama, NSFW, MDNI, fate/destiny

The months continued to pass and the spring and summer rains turned into crisp fall air. Rosalyn had decidedly not taken up Father Jim Defroque’s offer and had only seen him in the library once more since their meeting. She had managed to avoid interacting with him by holing away in her office for “very important” work until he finally left. Jessica had been there that day, fleetingly curious as to the librarian’s aversion towards the man but without the interest to investigate much further. Besides, Rosalyn had simply dismissed her concern and insisted that she was just busy.

Otherwise, the last few weeks had found Copia stuck at the Ministry preparing for the most important ritual of the year: The Great Rite. It happened only once every five years, as it was believed the sensual freedom and enthusiasm numerology aligned with the number provided the highest likelihood for clairvoyance as well as the greatest bounty of energy for the ministry. They were also taught that various gap years had been trialed over the centuries and five years was the most fruitful. Of course, preparations for it were tedious, and since it would be his first time performing the Rite, he was caught between reading everything he could about it and the meetings related to it, not to mention fielding the “friendly input” from Primo, Secondo and Terzo. There was one very important aspect of the Rite, however, that was causing the most strife: it was centered around sex magic, and he had yet to pick the Sister that would represent the Goddess. And such was how he found himself in yet another meeting with Sister Imperator, the other Papas, and various other members of the high clergy.

“So, as you can see, Papa, the incense is due to be delivered two days from now, and the ghouls have started their preparations…” Sister Imperator paused and eyed him with some concern before clearing her throat, her expression and words cautious. “Have you had time to look at the list of Sisters I recommended?”

Copia felt the eyes on him and sighed as he rubbed at his temples. He knew the expectation, but he also had been trying to figure out how to have the conversation with Rosalyn for weeks. Part of the reason for his extensive reading was to confirm what he had suspected: the Goddess representative did not have to be in the Ministry so long as she was a willing participant. Although the Rite was one of the most important rituals in the Ministry, it was impossible to ignore that his relationship with Rosalyn had grown to something significant-enough that if she refused and was uncomfortable, he had already made up his mind to ask Terzo to stand-in for him. She trusted him – enough that they had opted to forgo condoms and rely on her preferred form of birth control – and he feared breaking that trust…and he also knew he wouldn’t be able to hide the true nature of the Ministry for much longer, and the anxiety of wondering how she would react to that knowledge was nearly as crippling. He also, however, had no idea what it would mean amongst the Ministry and clergy if he declined to perform.

“No, I haven’t yet.”

Imperator sighed, concern slipping into her expression before it became more neutral once again. “That is the final piece to the puzzle, Papa…the sooner you decide, the sooner we can finalize everything. We only have three more weeks-…”

He sat forward and waved a dismissive hand. “Si, si, I know. I will take care of it.”

The room descended into silence again, and the first three Emeritus brothers exchanged glances with one-another. Imperator’s lips pressed into a line for a moment. “Alright, then…well, if there is nothing else, I think we can conclude this meeting.”

The clergy was more-than happy to adjourn and flee the room, though Copia noted the look Imperator gave him and stayed seated. The other Papas had hesitated, but the sharp look Imperator shot at them had them leaving the two to their privacy without a word. Once they were alone, the mask on the Sister’s expression dropped and she let the worry display more openly as she moved and sat down beside him.

“C…I know this is about Rosalyn, but I told you…you can’t let your relationship with her affect your duties and responsibilities.”

He sighed again, but only glanced at her from the corner of his eye. “I know…I just…I need to talk to her…I cannot just do this and break her trust.” His eyes grew distant. “It’s…I need to find the right way to explain.”

Imperator’s hand fell to his arm gently. She had not been the softest or most affectionate mother throughout his life - particularly in his earlier days as a rising member of the clergy – but she seemed to be warming as the years wore on. Or perhaps she simply felt reassured now that he was Papa; Copia couldn’t be sure.

“I know you’re worried. I suspected your feelings for her are…” she trailed off as she cautiously watched the nervous flicker of his eyes. “…deeper and more immense than you might be ready to admit to…but if she cares for you as much as you care for her – as I suspect she does…” She squeezed his arm reassuringly. “…she will understand. The Great Rite is too important to everyone here.”

Copia finally turned to meet her gaze, quiet for a moment before he patted her hand slightly. “I appreciate that…I will talk to her soon. I promise.”

She smiled lightly and nodded. “It will work out, C, I know it. I can’t shake the feeling that The Olde One put her in your path for a very important reason. Time will tell.” He inhaled a shaky breath at that, and Imperator’s smile became just slightly playful. “Of course, it would be nice if you would actually let us really meet and talk to her instead of spiriting her away anytime we get close.”

He chuckled as he rose from his seat. “Eh, I have to make sure she fully knows what she’s getting into first…it’s only fair!”   

+++   

A few evenings later, Rosalyn was in her kitchen making dinner accompanied by the low thrum of music from a portable speaker on her counter. Copia was due over soon, and she wanted to make sure he had nothing to do other than sit, eat, and maybe take a nap. Every conversation they had, every time they saw one-another, she swore he would fall asleep standing if he could. He had mentioned that they were preparing for an important ritual, but hadn’t explained what it was yet. She was intrigued, if only partly because this was the first ritual he had mentioned since they had been seeing one-another. Deep down, a part of her wondered if she could be there for it, but she didn’t feel it was appropriate to ask. She wasn’t a part of the Ministry - wasn’t a devotee - and it felt at best rude to even consider it. And besides, she knew Copia would invite her if it was even feasible.

She had just removed the fish from the oven when she heard a knock at the front door. She walked past Mally - the cat had been seated on the floor beside the kitchen island since she started cooking in hopes of obtaining some scraps – and took a brief glimpse through the peephole to see a familiar face before quickly opening the door. Copia did, indeed, look exhausted: he was devoid of his paints as he was more frequently when they were together, and donned in a rumpled pair of burgundy sweat pants, t-shirt, jacket and gloves. She smiled softly at the sight of him.

“Copia, you look like you’re gonna fall over, come here,” she mused as she stepped forward to take his hand and pull him into the house. He had started to speak, but it turned into a yawn, instead, that only had her laughing gently. “Are you even hungry? Or do you just want to take a nap?”

Tired though he was, Copia briefly planted his feet and used their clasped hands to yank her to his chest, his other arm coming to rest around her waist as he pressed a slow kiss to her lips. He would be lying if he said the sight of her didn’t reinvigorate him just a bit. “No, cara mia, I have barely eaten anything since breakfast, and I will not let a meal you cook go to waste.” His stomach growled in agreement and she breathed a sigh of resignation against his chest.

“Alright, fine. Come sit on the couch while I plate everything, then. We’ll just relax and eat there so if you fall asleep immediately afterward it’s not a problem.” She was partially joking, of course, but thought it might not be too far off as she led him into the living room and nudged him onto the couch to sit. Mally wasn’t far behind as the tabby had taken quite a shine to Copia (much to his delight) and promptly jumped onto the couch and settled onto his lap as if to emphasize that he shouldn’t move. He chuckled and tenderly stroked the cat’s head and chin before watching Rosalyn float back into the kitchen. He didn’t say much else, and instead let the music accompany his thoughts as they strayed back to the ritual. He knew he needed to tell her tonight; he had put it off for far-too long, and he couldn’t use his exhaustion as an excuse anymore. But as he peered into the kitchen and watched her, some part of him couldn’t help but imagine what it would have been like if he was not the Papa of the Satanic Ministry. What would their relationship have been like if he were nothing more than a man allowed to enjoy an evening with his girlfriend, tired from some normal job and not over-stressed and anxious about figuring out how to tell his girlfriend about Satanic sex magic?

Mally flopped to her side heavily in his lap, comfortable and purring loudly enough that he chuckled and mirrored her by sinking further back into the cushions. Imperator’s words echoed in his mind: …but if she cares for you as much as you care for her – as I suspect she does…she will understand.

He swallowed the sudden anxious lump in his throat.

The music cut off, and Rosalyn was soon back with two plates of fish and delightfully-seasoned steamed vegetables and roasted potatoes. Their time spent together had proven her to be quite the cook, and they ate their dinner in companionable silence while some old Mel Brooks movie played on the television before them. She took a little time to clean up before settling back on the couch with him, her legs tucked beneath her. After very little time, she felt his head settle against her shoulder and glanced down to find his eyes closed and lips slightly parted, already asleep. She giggled quietly and cautiously shifted them both so she could coax him to lay on the couch, her head settled against a couch pillow nestled against the arm, and – still half-asleep – he sighed heavily with his head in the crook of her neck. Her hands drifted to his hair, gently combing through the greying strands as she continued to watch the movie. She swore it took him mere seconds to lull into a deep sleep, glancing down at him as his breathing changed and a warm, adoring smile tugged at her lips. The butterflies in her stomach somersaulted, her chest weighted with affection at the sight. She chewed on her bottom lip for a moment. She had been considering the depth of her feelings for him for several weeks, trying to define them and finding that she kept coming back to that one still-scary word she hadn’t been able to bring herself to say.

She sighed and pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his head before settling back with her eyes on the television. Her own eyelids became heavy, and she decided it wouldn’t hurt to fall asleep at least for a little bit…

The dream started as many others: with Thea meeting Antoni at the entrance to the library on a warm summer evening. She had become more open in her affections towards him, not-so-discreetly pressing a kiss to his lips that ignited that familiar fire and desire only he seemed able to stoke. He chuckled as they exchanged greetings and kept a hold of one of her hands.

“I am sorry, Thea, but I do have to run and pick up a book from Scholar Loukas for Professor Hypatia before we can leave.”

She smiled brightly and shrugged. “It is okay! I have a few questions for the professor, anyway, so I will just wait for you here,” she declared brightly.

He chuckled at her excitement and brushed some hair behind her ear. “I better be cautious…if I did not know any better, I would think you were actually meeting me here for the professor and not for me.”

She rolled her eyes and pushed a playful kiss to his cheek. “Oh, hush. It is your fault for introducing us in the first place.” When she allowed some space between them, she bit her lip and met his eyes coyly. “And besides…there is one thing in particular that I only ever let you do that I certainly do not even think about with the professor.”

His cheeks flamed and she erupted into giggles as he muttered something under his breath. “Ah, on that note, I should get going. I will see you in a few moments.”

She agreed and bid him farewell before traipsing into the library. She greeted a few people on her way who guided her to a desk where Hypatia sat, taking notes from a hefty Latin text with a quill. Her long brown hair curled down her back in waves, complexion fair from the amount of time she spent out of the sun and holed up in the library. She looked up at the sound of footsteps coming towards her and smiled at the familiar sight.

“Ah, Thea. How are you this evening?”

“Good, Professor! Nice to see you again!”

She noticed a glimmer in the professor’s eyes before she chuckled. “I can see on your face that you have questions for me, Thea, and I am starting to think that you will be even more of a scholar than Antoni,” she teased. Thea blushed, an apology starting past her lips before Hypatia just giggled and waved a dismissive hand. “I only jest, Thea. I am happy to answer any questions you may have.”

She thanked her quietly, but before she could ask anything, there was a commotion from the library entrance. The two women exchanged confused glances, the unspoken questions being answered as the commotion turned to shouts. The world around her began to feel fuzzy, chaos and fear pervading into her very soul more than she had ever felt before. There was a blur of people and activity, and when next the scene sharpened into focus, she felt an ache in her elbows and shoulders as her arms were twisted behind her back and restrained by a man much larger than herself. Her heart thundered in her chest, throat tight as she watched Hypatia be grabbed by her hair and slammed against the desk she had been working at. There was yelling, and suddenly the world seemed to still as another man walked slowly and calmly into the scene, his presence foreboding as he lifted a hand and the shouting silenced.

Fear gripped her tighter as the familiar Father smirked down at Hypatia before his dark eyes drifted back to her. The lump in her throat constricted tighter, unable to speak as who Rosalyn knew as Jim Defroque met her gaze.

“Thea…” he clucked his tongue with a shake of his head. “This is what has been keeping you from me? From worship? From your place in my parish?” He stepped towards her, finger under her chin to tilt her head back and look into her eyes. There was a darkness in his own that swirled unsettlingly. His brow creased and a sneer curled his lip. “And here I thought it was just that pathetic boy you sin so freely with.” He sighed dramatically and pushed her face downward so all she could see were his felt shoes. “Do you remember what they say of sinners, Thea? Or has it been too long since you were last a part of mass?” Her mouth was too dry to form words, tongue tied in terror. She felt like she was trying to breathe underwater. “One way or another, they return to the fire.” His feet turned away from her. “Hector, secure her here. She will repent in the fire of this library.”

Rosalyn’s eyes flew up, her voice finally breaching past the fear as she screamed, kicked and flailed. The dream became hazy again, intense heat flashing against her face as Defroque’s eyes glowed red within the flames before her and a sinister sneer curled his lips. She swore she could hear Antoni yelling her name as tears streamed down her cheeks and smoke started to choke and suffocate her.

“Rosalyn!” She was thrashing, cheeks stained with tears and drenched in a cold sweat as she gasped for breath, heart racing in her chest. Her eyes were open, that icy blue having taken over her irises again as she flailed against a warm body. She had felt something cool against her cheeks that quickly changed to soft, warm skin. “Rosalyn, cara mia, amore, look at me. You are dreaming!” She gasped for air, suddenly focusing on familiar, concerned mismatched eyes and realizing where she was. Copia watched her irises change again back to that sapphire blue and she finally stopped moving. He was knelt in front of her on the couch, hands on either side of her face. A relieved sob heaved from her chest at the sight of him. He was startled as she threw herself at him. Unprepared, he fell back onto his rear at the momentum of her body weight. He wrapped his arms around her, stunned but relieved she seemed to have awoken from whatever nightmare had shaken her so though broken by the body-wrenching sobs.

They sat on the floor for some time and his hands roamed the expanse of her back, whispering sweet things to her in Italian as her trembling ceased and her tears slowed. It wasn’t until her cheeks dried and her breathing evened that he ventured to speak, but made sure his voice was soft when he did.

“Amore…are you okay? I have never seen you have such a nightmare…” his lips brushed the top of her head and she heaved a shaky sigh.

“I…I’ve never had a nightmare like that…” she murmured against his chest. “It was…it was so real…” Her throat started to tighten and she swallowed, mouth still dry from her crying.

He hummed low in his chest as a frown pulled the corners of his lips downward. His hands never ceased their soothing circles along her back. In all their time spent together, he had never seen such heart-wrenching emotion torn from her and it unsettled him greatly. He never wanted to see or hear that distress from her ever again. “Would you like to talk about it?” he ventured lightly. “…or let it be for now?”

She pondered the offer and shook her head. “It was…I just…I was talking to Hypatia in a library and…someone tied me up and left me there to burn to death…”

The lead weight that dropped into Copia’s gut made him tighten his grip on her, and an unsteady breath heaved into his lungs. He was quiet a moment, measuring his words despite the lead weight of dread in his gut and, most surprisingly, the tears that welled in his eyes. He blinked them away, startled by his own emotional response merely at the thought. “…there is no fire here, you are safe, cara mia…safe here with me.” She buried her face into his chest and inhaled that scent of sandalwood and incense that soothed her so. She nodded slowly.

“Yeah…yeah I am…” she finally agreed and, after another moment, forced a light laugh. “I do need something to drink, though.” She started to separate herself from him and he quite promptly guided her to the couch, instructed her to stay, and then returned with a cold glass of water. He took a seat beside her and waited quietly as she slouched back against the cushions. “I’m…I’m sorry for waking you…that was embarrassing to say the least.”

She felt herself blush at the warm smile on his lips. “You should never feel embarrassed by such things around me, cara mia…we all have nightmares. I’m glad I was here to help you.” She smiled at him and reached out to touch his cheek before kissing him sweetly.

“I think I am, too…” Those words were back on the tip of her tongue, and she promptly swallowed them. There was too much excitement roiling through her for that sort of thing right now. So, instead, she took a breath. “Enough about this shitty dream…what’s up with this ritual that has you so exhausted, anyway?” Her brows lifted as Copia’s expression fell and his eyes immediately dropped to the couch cushions. Nerves started to settle into her chest. She had never seen him avoid her eyes before. A nervous laugh bubbled up past her lips. “You’re not, like…sacrificing virgins or something, are you?”

At that, his eyes widened and he immediately met her gaze, hands up with an aggressive shake of his head. “No! No, no, nothing like that! I just…I have been meaning to talk to you about this ritual for a while but…if you are still upset, I don’t want to…” he trailed off and she sighed and placed a hand on his knee.

“Copia…we might as well just get it out of the way. I mean, it can’t possibly get any worse than that dream I had.” Her laugh was humorless, his gaze uncertain, but she encouraged him to continue. “I need something to take my mind off of it, anyway.” As much as he had rehearsed this conversation in his mind, he couldn’t remember a word of what he had planned to say the moment their eyes met again. He had explained the magic, the ghouls to new initiates but to explain this to her…

“The…the ritual is called The Great Rite. It happens every five years, and is a great source of energy for the Ministry. There is also a chance that a prophecy can be gifted to the Papa who performs it to aid in future endeavors…although it’s not something I have seen happen before.” He watched that curious light spark in her eyes and felt that lump in his throat again. “Rosalyn...this ritual…is…” he cleared his throat in an attempt to speak past it even as it had attempted to choke off his words. “…it is based…” A resigned sigh left his lips. “…it’s sex magic.”

A hush fell over them as Rosalyn processed his words. His eyes had fallen to the couch again, his fingers picking at a stray thread. She blinked, suddenly unsettled. “Sex magic,” she repeated, and he nodded though it wasn’t a question. “Meaning…you, as Papa…would have to…have sex with someone for it to work?”

He cleared his throat and forced his gaze to hers. “Si…typically the upper clergy choose a Sister to represent the Goddess, the reigning Papa her consort and they, eh…perform on the altar before members of the high clergy who will chant prayers, and the ghouls, who feed their elemental magic into both until…” He could see the flicker of hurt in her eyes and immediately took her hand and rushed to clarify. “I wanted to talk to you about this because I…I have not selected a Sister because I don’t think I can. I do not want to break our trust. Part of the reason I have been so tired is I have spent all my free time reading about the Rite to find other ways…and I have.” She didn’t speak, only watched him silently, and so he continued. “…you could do it with me.” His tone was almost a whisper, her brows lifting at his words. “It is up to you, of course…I promise you, Rosalyn, I would never want to pressure you into something you are uncomfortable with. But I read that there was a time where it was actually more common for the Goddess role to be taken by someone outside the Ministry and the magic was just as powerful.” He let the words settle between them a moment, let her process them as he slowly released her hand. “And…and if you are not comfortable with it, I have already decided that I will ask Terzo to do this for me.” He shrugged. “It is his favorite ritual, anyway…”

Rosalyn’s emotions felt raw, reeling with the amount of information he had given her and still over-exhausted and perhaps a bit numb from the intense emotional release her nightmare had brought on. She had obviously known he was no virgin, particularly given the nature of the ministry, but the thought of him so intimate on an altar with someone else in front of others felt…infuriating. “…have you done this…ritual before?”

He shook his head. “No, this would be my first.”

The irritation soothed some and she nodded slowly. She supposed she had been curious about the ritual, had wanted to see it. She was suddenly reminded of the old adage: be careful what you wish for. “I…have more questions.”

He watched her face closely as his heart started to race. Was she really considering it…? He cautiously reached out and took one of her hands in between both of his, this time. “Amore, you can ask me anything and I will answer it truthfully. I promise you this.”

She studied his face, wondering for a moment how he even considered that she would believe him about the magic of the ritual knowing full well she had no faith, no stake in his religion. But in the same breath, she also knew that she was only willing to even entertain the thought because it was him. Had anyone else – including Dean even three or four years into their relationship – brought this up to her, she would likely have cursed them out. But Copia had been open with her and every question she had asked until then, so she knew she would have to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“You said something about ghouls and elemental magic…?”

He blanched slightly but nodded. Honestly, he figured this would be the best way to have her understand and see things firsthand, anyway. “Ah, si…once we attain the title of cardinal, we are able to summon our first ghouls, and then more as Papa. The ghouls are…” he faltered a moment for the words before continuing. “…they are summoned from Hell to work with us, serve us. They are each tied to an element and have some power related to that element: quintessence, fire, water, earth, air, multi.”

“Have I seen any of these ghouls?”

He nodded again. “Every being you saw wearing the silver mask is a ghoul.”

She blinked and slouched back into the couch in disbelief. “…all of them?” He nodded. “…Aether is a ghoul?” Another nod answered her incredulous question. “…with powers?”

“Si, he is a quintessence ghoul. He is also the first ghoul I summoned as a cardinal, so he and I also have the closest bond.”

She stared at him another moment before a hand came up to rub her forehead. “Copia…you have to know how hard this is for me to believe…”

He nodded his understanding, not releasing her hand. “I can summon Aether here, if it helps.”

She quirked a brow. “What do you mean summon him here? He’s all the way back at the Ministry, isn’t he?”

Copia shrugged. “He is, yes, but your home is just within range for him, in particular. Quintessence ghouls are quite gifted in this sense.”

She sighed and shrugged; her tone clearly unconvinced. “Fine, yeah, go ahead. Summon him here.”

Copia didn’t hesitate, simply spoke into the air as if it was a part of their ongoing conversation. “Aether Ghoul, if you would please come show Rosalyn.”

There was a pause before Rosalyn felt the air start to shift and glimmer, and then suddenly Aether was standing before them, no mask in sight but with his hands folded behind his back and his head bowed.

“Uh, hey, Miss Rosalyn…I guess he finally told you, huh?”

She gaped at him a moment, but felt her emotional well so run dry she couldn’t react much more than that. Perhaps it was a good thing they were having this conversation after that nightmare. It was also doing a lovely job of putting the fiery dream to the back of her mind. “But…if…he looks just…human I don’t…”

Copia cleared his throat again. “Also magic, a glamor. They are very much not.”

Aether’s weight shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as Rosalyn’s eyes met his. “Can I…can I see what you really look like?”

Aether’s brows lifted before glancing to Copia who only nodded. “Just…remember I won’t hurt you, okay? I promise. It can…be a little startling.” Rosalyn quirked a brow at his statement and suddenly something shimmered in front of him and the only thing clearly human about him was that he stood on two legs: his skin turned grey, long tail with a spade tip flickered behind him and small horns sprouted from his head. His eyes were dark and seemingly endless, with sharp, jagged teeth lining his mouth as his hands and fingers tapered into claws. Again her jaw dropped and she simply stared.

“Holy fucking shit, you are a ghoul.”

His grin was sharp-mawed and sheepish. “Yeah, that about does it.” From somewhere to their left, Mally had rounded the couch to see what the commotion was about and immediately froze, tail and fur expanding as she hissed and scrabbled back to the safety of the bedroom. Aether cringed. “Oh, shit…uh…sorry little cat!” She was still staring, mind reeling, and Aether spun an awkward circle before glancing between them again as his tail flickered behind him. “So…am I…am I good to go now? Or…did you need anything else?”

Rosalyn blinked and flushed from the tips of her ears down to her chest. “Shit, um…sorry, Aether I’m just over here staring at you like an asshole, um…yeah, no…sorry, thank you.” He seemed surprised at her words, the glamor returning as his smile normalized with a little nod.

“All good, Miss Rosalyn…see ya.” That change in pressure happened again, the atmosphere wavered, and he was just…gone.

She turned to stare at Copia now, who still held her hand in-between both of his. Suddenly the magnitude of just who he was hit her: he was Papa Emeritus IV, leader of the Emeritus Satanic Ministry, summoner of ghouls and, apparently, responsible for truly powerful rituals. Her Copia. And that all meant that there was much more to their religion than she could even fathom in that moment. She took several slow, shaky breaths, calming her reeling thoughts and trying to focus, at least for the time being, on the main question he had for her.

“…okay, so…that’s the ghouls…” she reaffirmed and paused another moment to choose her next words. “How…or, I guess…what does this ritual entail other than the sex?” He blinked and she continued. “I…if I’m going to consider this, I need to know exactly what happens, what to expect.”

Copia’s heart skipped a few beats as her words settled over him. She was really considering this. “Cara mia…this has been a difficult evening, I do not need your answer right away, if you want to take time to think, to process, we can keep talking about this later.”

Her brow furrowed, and he was surprised to see a flash of irritation in her eyes. “Copia, no. I don’t know that I’ll have an answer for you tonight, but I want the information now. I can’t only sit with half of it. Not now.” His hands on hers were surprisingly grounding as he nodded slowly. “I’m not all that delicate.”

“…okie-dokie…” He took a steadying breath, himself. “There is lots of preparation, cleansing on the day of – the ghouls help with that - and the ceremony, itself, starts after sunset. You would be cloaked with a hood, since you are a representative of the Goddess, the goal is to appear anonymous.”

Her head tilted as she interjected. “I wouldn’t have to be uncloaked?”

He shook his head. “Your face would not be uncloaked at all, anything else would only be for, eh…practical purposes.” She nodded for him to continue. “You would be escorted and helped onto the altar, there is a lot of chanting, lit candles, incense, flowers, those types of things. I have to cut my palm and yours to draw blood. We would, eh…” She noted the blush on his cheeks and could have laughed out loud if her emotions hadn’t been so frayed. “…start. The magic feels…feels a bit like electricity on the skin. As things reach…” he cleared his throat again. “…eh, climax, that energy spreads through the Ministry, and it is not uncommon for things like orgies, especially where Secondo and Terzo are concerned. It is a night where Lust reigns, another reason why it is a…popular ritual.” He sighed. “It is also not uncommon for the Goddess to be approached and partake with others…but I will promise not to let anyone else touch you.” His hands turned hers over so his fingers could absently trace her palm. “There is no promising of you to the church, to The Olde One. The only thing is we cannot stop once we start.”

Rosalyn sat quietly with his explanation, an image of the cathedral so grand during the day turned dark at night and lit only by the dim flame of candles as she was led to the altar to Copia. The thought of remaining cloaked did help to reassure her somewhat. There was an odd sensation at the back of her mind, not dissimilar to a little electric tingle of both familiarity and desire. She was confused by it as her eyes searched his. There was no pressure in them, no judgement, just concerned empathy. There was no way she could consider this without hesitations and reservations and yet…

“I would feel the magic? Be affected by it?”

He nodded and chuckled quietly. “The magic does not discriminate, particularly when you would be a pivotal role in its summoning.”

She offered a half-hearted smile. “…and what about if I don’t agree to it?”

He took a deep breath and shrugged. “As I told you, I will ask Terzo to perform in my place.”

“And then…what happens to you? Is there, like a punishment? Judgement?”

He shrugged once more. “I don’t know, exactly…a Papa has never declined before that I know of.”

She watched him again, silently stunned that he was offering to sacrifice something so seemingly important for her comfort. She felt that emotion well in her chest again, those words still rolling on her tongue as he simply continued to watch her with unfettered affection. She somehow knew her answer in that moment: knew she wouldn’t need more time to think about it, knew she could inherently and unashamedly trust him in her moments of discomfort no matter the situation.

“Copia…I…I’ll do this…for you.”

He blinked, stunned, as his hands and fingertips froze in their patterned circles. He attempted to speak a few times, at first only a choked noise that made her laugh hesitantly before he finally found words. “Rosalyn, amore, I mean it: I don’t need your answer now, I truly do not want you to feel pressured to do this.”

She smiled tenderly and extended her free hand to cup his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers even as the affectionate nickname made her heart flutter. “Thinking on it longer isn’t going to change my answer, I promise. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous about it, but…I don’t think I can let you give up something so important to you and the Ministry in good conscience.”

For the briefest of moments, she thought she saw the glimmer of tears welling in his eyes before an array of affectionate, grateful words spilled from his lips in a rush and he pulled her into his chest, peppering kisses along the top of her head, forehead and cheeks. A shaky laugh parted her lips.

“I promise you, amore, I will do absolutely everything I can to keep you comfortable.”

Rosalyn inhaled deeply. She was pretty sure the weight of her decision wouldn’t hit her at least for another day or two. But somehow, that little voice in the back of her mind reassured her that this was the correct – and only – choice she could make.

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