#ghost band angst

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

I’d like to offer my ghoul/ghoulette headcanon.

When they are first summoned they aren’t clothed. They aren’t clean and ready to serve. They’re covered in blood, guts and gore. Their hair is untamed and their butt naked. Their claws are dangerously sharp so they can split their pray. They kinda look like wendigos. Depends on their element.

The ministry has learned the bigger a ghouls/ghoulettes horns, the higher up the pit hierarchy they are. How powerful and strong they are. Copia learned the hard way when he had to break up a fight between Mountain and Nema (ghoul oc of mine)

Ghouls and ghoulettes are use to seeing each other covered in blood, gore etc. they’re used to seeing each other naked. It’s the norm in the pit. And I’d like to think that perhaps ghouls and ghoulettes have to have an adjustment period to their clothes and more human like appearances.

[ghostedghouls]

Until then..

✢ Plot: Everyone has noticed how Swiss is going absolutely crazy on stage this tour. And I am going to ruin it for everyone and write angst about it because I'm an asshole like that.

or; how swiss handles his fear of abandonment after aether got sent back to the pit.

✢ genre: angst

✢ warnings: panic attack (sort of?)

✢ a/n: this doesn't follow my actual headcanons, i just wanted to explore this idea a bit. Also please don't apply this to the irl situation. This is pure fiction and is not meant to be taken any other way! I write about the fictional characters, not the real life people behind them.

Mountain eyed the multi ghoul carefully from where he was sitting in the dressing room. The other ghoul was heaving and sweaty, his shoulders raising and falling dramatically with each breath.

Mountain waited for the other ghouls to leave before he cornered Swiss.

"What's up with you.", he asked in a serious voice, the multi ghoul jumping slightly. He had clearly been in his thoughts.

"What do you mean?", Swiss asked, pulling a clean shirt over his head, carefully manuvering his horns through the collar.

"On stage.", Mountain said, crossing his arms, "You're... different."

Swiss turned to the earth ghoul fully, cracking his signature smile but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Enjoying the show, big guy?", he tried to joke but Mountain knew something was off. The way Swiss moved, how he held his guitar, how he threw himself to the floor, it all felt... strange. Admittedly, Swiss was known for his weird dances, shimmies and the overall feral-ness when he performed. The fans loved it, too. But something had changed and Mountain couldn't quite put his finger on it, he just knew that it did.

Mountain could see the smile on Swiss' lips waver for a second. It was unlike Swiss to not tell the others if something bothered him. He was tired? He would complain about it. He was mad about something another ghoul did? He would talk it out with the other ghoul to clear the air. He was sad? He would ask for a hug or go to another ghoul's room to cuddle.

Swiss had always been open about how he felt. He knew that communication was key and he was good at it.

"I see you out of the corner of my eyes the whole show. There's just something different about the way you present yourself. Satanas, you literally fell full body into the floor. I have never seen you do that before."

Swiss' smile dropped while Mountain was talking, his eyes distant and lost in thought but he quickly composed himself, scoffing jokingly. "Where have you been for the last years, mounty? I always mess around on stage. It's what the people like about me. I just stepped up my game this tour. People grow tired of the same old shit, they want to see something new and I delivered.", he explained but the earth ghoul didn't buy it. He didn't know whether he should push the multi ghoul, though. If Swiss was not telling him the truth, maybe it was direspectful to pry? Or maybe he was reading too much into it.

"You know you can talk to us if something is upsetting you, right?", the tall ghoul asked and Swiss rolled his eyes with a smile. "Of course. And you know I would if there was actually something wrong. Now go to the others, I'm gonna need a little longer."

-

Mountain had not pried after that. He just watched Swiss as the shows went on, watched how he moved, how he acted.

And it still didn't sit right with him.

Each ritual, Swiss got worse. He would throw himself to the floor, would drop to his knees like he was in pain, holding his head. The fans loved every second of it, liking the act of the feral ghoul he was portraying. But after each show, Swiss would stumble to the dressing rooms, clearly exhausted. He was very obviously unwell.

The rest of the ghouls had noticed the change in his performance as well, had asked Swiss why he was trying to be an overachiever recently. Swiss had grown visibly irritated by their teasing and had left to his bunk early. The other ghouls had exchanged confused looks but they just figured that they had hurt his ego.

"What was up with that?", Dewdrop had asked, kicking his feet up on the table, the joint he had been sharing with Swiss between his fingers.

"Maybe he's actually hurt.", Rain tried, "He's really been giving his all on stage lately."

"Yeah," Cumulus agreed, "He's soaked when he leaves the stage. I've never seen him so worn out after a show until this tour."

The others had responded with hums of agreement, wondering what had changed.

"Maybe he is trying to distract himself.", Mountain said, all eyes trained on him as he spoke. "From.. you know.. what happened with Aether.". The silence that followed was filled with sadness and grief.

"Maybe.", Rain whispered, his eyes staring into nothingness as his heart felt heavy in his chest.

-

That night Swiss laid awake in his bed, staring at the ceiling with tired eyes, but sleep eluded him.

He felt shaky even as he laid completely still. Maybe it was the last bit of weed flowing through his body, or maybe his body was just really exhausted from today's ritual.

He had heard the others talk about Aether after he had left and an uncomfortable feeling had spread through his chest. His heart had started hammering like he was being chased, his body suddenly so sweaty he had to remove the blanket. Fear. True and utter fear crashed through the multi ghoul as he laid in his bed, thinking about Aether. Swiss felt wetness prickle in his eyes but he blinked it away quickly.

Aether had always given his all, had played the guitar skillfully and had entertained the crowd. But still it wasn't enough. Still, he got sent back to the pit.

Maybe...- Maybe if Swiss tried harder, gave everything he's got, he would be safe. Safe from being sent back to the pit. Safe from being abandoned.

He started shaking harder, his heart pounding painfully in his ribcage. Fuck, he had to be better. He had to perform better than before, had to charm the crowd, had to show Papa that he was good at what he was doing.

Had to prove that he was worthy of being there.

He quickly turned to his side, hoping that the change in position would stop the shaking at least, but it didn't.

Maybe he could try to make the fans love him as much as possible. He could be lewd, could be a flirt, so that they cheered the loudest for him. Maybe then the clergy would know that he was devoted enough. That he was the right ghoul for this!

His tail curled around his leg for comfort but instead he started to feel claustrophobic. He quickly released it from around himself but it didn't help. He felt like the bunk was closing in on him, like he would get squished if he didn't move, like he would- oh satanas he would- surely not- he would not-

With a gasp Swiss leapt out from his bunk, landing noisily on the floor of the bus, his heart still racing in his chest. Sweat dripped down his neck and he felt the eyes of his mates on him.

His shoulders heaved with each painful breath and he nearly collapsed when he felt a hand on his back. He whirled around in shock instead, looking into the worried eyes of Mountain.

"Swiss.", he started, his voice calm and collected but clearly worried for his packmate. "Come here.", was all he whispered before dragging the multi ghoul into a tight hug. He didn't return it at first, but slowly his hands found the taller ghoul's back. After a minuted Mountain released Swiss from his embrace and watched him with sad eyes.

Mountain didn't speak, he knew the words laid on Swiss' tongue.

"I-..." Swiss looked up at Mountain, his eyes filled with tears. "I am afraid."

Mountain's warm hand returned to Swiss' shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. "What are you afraid of?", the earth ghoul asked carefully.

"That what happened to Aether could happen to me.", he admitted and his voice broke in the middle.

Mountain swallowed his own emotions as he encouraged Swiss to continue speaking.

"Aether was good. Aether was liked by the crowd. And yet-..." A deep breath. "And yet, he was sent back like he was nothing. Like he was just another ghoul working for the clergy. How do I know it will not happen to me? What if one day Papa wakes up and I am not good enough anymore? What if one day, they find some other multi ghoul because they want something 'fresh', something 'new' and 'exciting'?"

The other ghouls stared in silence. Swiss was right. Each of them could be replaced any day. There was no knowing what Sister Imperator or the higher glercy members had planned. There had been no sign that Aether would have to leave. It had happened out of nowhere. Hell, even their Papa could get retired by the clergy any second. It had happened in the past and it would surely happen again, they knew that. It didn't make it any less daunting.

"Swiss, there is nothing you can do.", Mountain started. "What happened to Aether could happen to all of us. I know it's scary but no matter how you act, how you present yourself, how much you try to be perfect, it wouldn't change a thing for them. Aether didn't get sent back because he wasn't good enough. He got sent back because the clergy follows some weird plan that we have no knowledge of. There is a possibility that we all will get sent back at one point, yes. But don't ever think it is because you aren't enough."

Swiss felt a weird mixture of dread and calmness. Mountain was right, they could be next any second but it wouldn't mean that he had failed, had not lived up to expectations. It was unavoidable and there was something calming about that.

He nodded, wiping a tear from his cheek with a deep inhale.

"Until then, we have each other."

[copiasghoulfriend]

Sinfully Yours,

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

Rating: Mature, Explicit, Eventually 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore / Emeritus Family / Copia

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

AO3 Chapter One Chapter Two

2.8K Words

Chapter Three: Under the New Moon's Spell

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[onedaughterofman]

Been thinking about reading this again when I have some time but what if I hate it tho (probably not because this is my baby, my masterpiece)

I probably have to edit it someday, after summer ends. Can’t believe how many hours of investigation I put into this one, friends

You, forever (Papa Emeritus IV x g/n reader)

Chapter I: Life eternal

Summary: The Clergy takes something from Copia, but he refuses to let go.

Tags: Rated T, Angst, a bit of horror I guess, emotional hurt. Implied character death, mentions of blood and murder. Copia is being obsessive, paranoid, and kind of losing his mind here. He's also unhinged.

Around 1.7K words.

A gentle hum resonates on the walls, rumbling harmoniously around the room. It’s such a cold, silent night and the wind howls outside the windows. The faint whistle is barely discernible through the glass and concrete, disappearing somewhere in the room before fully reaching your ears.

In the darkness, only illuminated by the flames of black candles, Copia’s finger traces your face. From up your brows to the curve of your nose, around the soft cheeks and down to the lips, his fingertip grazes your skin with care and devotion. He doesn’t need to look at you to recognize those factions he, by now, knows by memory.

His dark, blown pupils are lost somewhere on the wall, faint candle light reflecting on his eyes. Even when he’s deep in his mind, the embrace doesn’t falter. His arms are tight around your body, cradling you in his lap.

Oh, how much he loves to hold you close, to smell the perfume of your hair and bear the weight of your flesh on his. He’s lucky, so fortunate to have you by his side on the bed.

Gradually, the humming catches up in a melody. It’s something he used to sing, a long time ago, in front of hundreds if not thousands of people. Still, now it feels like this melody was written for the two of you, meant to be heard by lovers only.

And Copia, Copia loves you so much. It hurts. The love he experiences towards you impales him in the heart, filling his lungs with thick dread. It shouldn’t be like this. He knows it, but he’s afraid. So, so afraid. You’re his love, his one and only person in this harsh world, his light in the darkness and the fire in his guts.

Without you, he’s lost.

Without you, he’s nothing but that pathetic Cardinal no one but Imperator trusted on.

Finding you gave him courage, confidence and power. And now, Copia is not used to things going his way, no matter how hard he works. He’s inevitably a second option, nothing but a poorly made copy of the original. He doesn’t deserve such niceness in his life.

Consequently, he knows sooner or later someone will try to take you away from him. Arms tightening on your body, his humming halts only for a moment. He won’t allow it. Nothing will take you apart. No one will separate both of you. It doesn’t matter if the Clergy is planning something, or if everybody seems to be whispering behind his back, scheming, plotting.

Nothing matters, for as long as he secures you by his side.

Bare fingers tracing down your neck, Copia leans down to place a chaste kiss on your cheek. His warm breath tickles over your skin, just like his lashes do when he closes his eyes and presses his cheek on yours. His fingers curl on your neck, nails leaving red marks behind.

Oh, how bewitched he is by your beauty and kindness. No one had ever treated him like you did, no one had ever looked into his eyes with as much warmth as you did. Logically, a part of him whispers that everything must come to an end. Something inside his mind recognizes the moment of letting go will come, inevitably. Still, he’s sure he’ll call your name forever, hoping to evoke the memory of your voice in a reply.

In the darkness, through misery and contempt, he’ll search for you in every person, around the corners, yearning for you, praying for you. Not even death will take you apart.

Not even Hell.

Realizing he’s squeezing too tightly, his arms almost fall limp to his side. Rushed apologies escape his lips as your body plows on his lap, rigid. Copia quickly collects it, holding you closer, propping your head on his chest. Your hair tickles at his neck when he leans closer, shushing in your ear in an attempt to soothe you.

“You know,” he whispers. There’s certain playfulness behind his tone, but also some deep urgency. It’s like he’s disclosing an embarrassing secret, something only the two of you should know. “One time, you asked me if there was someone occupying a place in my heart.”

In the deep silence, the creak of the bed is loud as he slowly rocks his body, swaying yours with him. The movement offers some comfort, expands a faint warmth on his tired limbs. He doesn’t know when was the last time he laid down to sleep or closed his eyes for more than a few minutes. He has to be alert, to protect you.

People are plotting.

"I was young, dumb and didn't understand what you meant by that question. I couldn't even believe someone like you was talking to me, so I never answered." Copia’s pupils barely leave the wall when he continues, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes over your abdomen and hips.“Truth is, before you I have been in love with no one, and I never shall. Unless it is with you.”

The tolling of the bells marks the time. It’s late, so late at night, but he has to stay awake a bit longer. The light of a new day won’t bring real safety, but it will represent another small victory. He has to survive this night and the others to come, for as long as you stay by his side.

When his shaky hands grip on your waist with too much strength, he apologizes again. This is not okay. He has to be strong, to keep himself calm. Copia doesn’t want to frighten you, to cause you to think he’ll let anybody harm you.

You have to know you’re safe in his arms. "Amore, don't worry.” He says, but there’s an undeniable trembling in his words. “I’ll take care of you. Since the first time we were together, I knew you and I are one. Love me or hate me for eternity, it's okay, but don't leave me. Never. Stay forever with me."

The mere idea of you walking away from him scares Copia to death. He’s been through it too many times. Since birth, nothing really has belonged to him. He was only another orphan, cared for by the Clergy, another face in the multitude. It never mattered if he was the best at his classes, or if he learnt how to perfect old rituals, he was always extremely awkward, too odd and useless.

Since the beginning, he was an outsider. Nice things don’t belong to outsiders, they belong to people like Nihil or Terzo, to people who were born for it. People like Terzo never had to prove themselves to be worthy of fame, power and love.

Him, on the contrary, had to fight. Aching heart and soul, going further than any other Papa before, he fought. Yet, it was never enough. Holding you close, Copia wonders if you endure a similar pain, if something inside you hurts and rumbles with dread.

If your heart is wounded, then his is bleeding profusely along with yours. He’ll offer you the world to make up for it.

Swaying your body, Copia places another gentle kiss on your head. His hand grabs your face, fingertips caressing over the cheekbone. Gradually, he places you back in the bed, setting you under the covers before standing up. The sun is coming up from behind the horizon, crimson rays serving as the omen of another bright day.

Today, he has to discuss details of the oncoming tours with Mr. Saltarian. Sadly, he’ll have to leave you alone for a moment or two. Leaning down to kiss the back of your hand, Copia walks the distance that separates him from the door and disappears outside of the room.

It’s almost noon when Imperator notices the dirt stains in Copia’s clothes. Following the trail of mud through the halls, she finds herself in front of that old, heavy wood door of the main quarters . Her hands tremble before reaching for the knob, turning it in slow motion.

The clicking of her heels on the marble floor is overly loud in her ears, but not as much as the wild beating of her heart when she finds you in the bed, dead eyes staring right at her soul.

The realization strikes her like a bus, like a bucket of freezing water being poured right on her exposed skin. She should have ordered to bury your body farther away. It seems the ghouls did a terrible job at keeping the location of your grave a secret.

It doesn’t matter how much she swallows, nothing loosens the knot in her throat. It’s challenging to breathe inside the room, and she rushes outside, chest heaving and back pressing on the cold concrete walls of the Ministry in a futile attempt to calm down.

This is not how it was supposed to go. With you dead and gone, Copia should be focusing on the Ghost project and the church. He should be investing his time and energy in honoring the Devil, not for the sake of the Clergy, but for himself.

If he doesn’t, he’s going to get killed and she can’t allow that to happen.

Taking you out of the equation was a logical thing to do. It was either you or him, and Imperator couldn’t let go of her little C.

“Sister?” the voice exalts her. There, standing in the hall, is him. Hair disheveled and eyes too wide on his face, he doesn't look like that poor Cardinal that stepped inside the Ministry all those years ago.“Is everything alright?”

Under the yellowish light of the building, the new stains on his cheeks, neck and clothes look almost black, like old coagulated blood. The scent of iron hits her nose, filling her mouth with an acidic taste. Standing upright, Imperator nods. Copia smiles, but the emotion never reaches his pupils.

“Let’s go, then. My dear is asleep and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

On slow, shaky steps, Imperator follows. The smell of fresh blood worsens as she walks his way, clutching her hands near her body like in a prayer. She's in the presence of something unholy, profane... wicked.

Long time ago, a prophecy foretold the birth of the Antichrist, as a gift from Satan to a woman devoted to him. Now, standing right in front of Copia, Imperator thinks that maybe those weren’t just old, stupid tales to tell in the dark.

Her actions have awoken him. What an honor. How happy she is, and all, thanks to you.

PART II HERE

PD: Listen, Idk what to tell you about this. I wanted to write it for Halloween as some sort of horror special, but life got in the way. I don't know if I love or hate this fic.

I love babygirl Copia, but Totally Unhinged Batshit Crazy Papa Emeritus IV called to me in the middle of the night and held me against a wall until I agreed on writing this.

I listened to Life Eternal, Darkness at the Heart of my Love and Respite on the Spitalfields A LOT. Also, some quotes are inspired by the book Carmilla, written by Sheridan Le Fanu.

Asks are open if you want to say something <3

[ryuzatodraws-backup]

Maybe we’re the same

[karmicbias]

Something about the way Phantom is stepping up this tour.

He's not the new kid anymore. And now that Dew's hurt, and with Swiss unable to perform - he starts picking the slack, as he sees it. He honors Omega and Aether's legacies of being that reliable right-hand ghoul even though he misses Cardi, stepping up where V needs him.

More crowd work. Sharing pedal duties with Rain when Dew needs it. Playing the acoustic parts too. Soothing Dew's ankle when the pain is too much.

And everyone loves it. Loves him. How could they not?? He's worked hard on his skills and it shows, and Pride is a sin worth indulging in.

But how much can one Bug put on his wee little shoulders?

[sadistic-cardinal]

Despite how he is often characterised, i don't think Copia is the self doubt guy. He is awkward, yes, but more in a "say whatever pops into his head with no filter," "make weird noises because i dont have words for this," and "has no idea what to say to people in casual conversation" kind of way. In terms of being a rockstar? I think he thought he was the most special boy, very talented, we will never need another Papa because i got this. I can go on forever. Wheeee~

The self doubt Papa was Terzo. He was the one that wasn't sure if he was doing a good enough job. The one who was very self depreciating, and messed up a lot because he was nervous. His confidence and charisma was a front because he wanted to do really well. That's why how his Papacy ended was all the more tragic... when he was being dragged from that stage all he could think was "i was right, i really am not good enough."

[zanncom]

coming undone

[nekronyancer]

To loathe oneself is the harshest prison one can inhabit

Get on the angst train everyone, choo choo motherfuckers 🚂 /aff

[wifetomanyfictionalmen]

Don’t you forget about your friend death

Warning ⚠️: mentions of miscarriage and infertility, angsty as fuck, language, RHRN content, gore (kind) buckle up buttercup this is one hell of an angsty ride

Hella angsty under the cut

(A/N: Technically a long winded way to introduce my oc. Mega angsty to. Please let me know if you want a part 2!)

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Copia x female!reader

Tonight. Tonight! Possibly the last night he would perform as Papa. The last time he would see the adoring faces of his fans, the last time he would…step foot onstage outside the clergy halls. Even as the crowd cheered and screamed as the curtain dropped, as his ghouls began to play and his voice rung out across the stadium, nothing could help him.

Meanwhile, backstage you were sat with Imperator. You were Copias Prime Mover, and with such an important role to the ministry, you were required to accompany Copia on his tours, and hopefully produce an Emeritus Heir. It was deadly important to Imperator (and maybe Nihil) that you produced an heir.

That’s why you were so excited and eager at the beginning of this Re-Imperatour. You had just found out you were pregnant!

Were

Imperator refused to tell The Clergy of your little…accident, and tried to encourage you and Copia to try again. That this time the baby would survive. Survive? Wasn’t a babies job to be born. Not fight for their lives? You resented the woman next to you, not understanding how Copia could call her mother.

Small, forced smiles were given to Copia as he flitted between backstage and the stage for costume changes. Often engaging in your book when he came over to speak to Imperator. Finding comfort in old satanic tales, like you were a child again.

It had been so many months ago, you’d woken up a bloody mess the hotel sheets sticky and red. You screamed for help, begging someone, anyone to save your baby.

But nobody came.

That moment has been a living nightmare. And Copia knew it. He’d only just gotten back from a ritual when he heard screaming. Sodo was the first to sniff out the blood, followed by Mountain. Cumulus and Aurora knew what had happened before they’d reached the room. The ghoulettes sympathized with you, though they’d never had children themselves. The idea of losing someone, they’d experienced that first hand, at the hands of Sister Imperator.

As doctors cleaned you up and the two ghoulettes stayed by your side, you sobbed into them. Begging them to save your child. Your weak, innocent, barely alive child. Cumulus held you and stroked your hair, whispering how it was going to be okay, and Aurora helped you focus on breathing.

And where was Copia? Reporting the loss of the heir to his mother. But the poor man had no idea what to do! He was not mentally equipped to help her, At least not with this. You knew it, you were fully aware that Copia had never dealt with someone elses grief, he had barely coped when his Fratellos had been killed.

As you sat watching Copia on the monitors, a twinge of regret bubbled up inside of you. Your been avoiding him, grieving the loss of your child and yet you’d never stopped to think about how Copia felt. The ritual edged closer and closer to its end, the end. As Mr Saltarian would have said. As he came backstage and changed into his iconic sparkly blue jacket, you decided to go speak to him.

“Copia..”

“Hm si cara mia?”

That nickname…that nickname he only ever called you. The one that made your heart melt, the one that gave you butterflies whenever her call out to you through the Ministry hallways. Tears welled up in your eyes as you took his spare hand.

“Please…don’t leave me..I cannot lose you to”

Copias eyes widened. Why would he leave you? Surely you didn’t blame yourself…did you? No that couldn’t be correct…his heart shattered seeing you in tears, brushing off the worker, muttering a ‘fuck it no encore’ as he held you and began walking to his more secluded dressing room. Or he would have, hadn’t his mother called him back.

“Go wait for me cara mia, I’ll be there soon”

Without arguing you went to his private dressing room and sat on the plush sofa. The sound of music started up again, he was doing an encore…You knew he would. That was the copia you knew and loved..though he could be childish and…silly. But you loved that about him. He wasn’t as serious as the other Papas (well minus Terzo..) though he could be quite childish at times.

A hand rested on your now flat stomach, a single tear running down your cheek. You could no longer provide the heir he needed. The child he wanted. After your little…accident doctors had heavily suggested that you have your reproductive organs removed, as it was a high risk of infection. You never found out why either.

Why it had to be you.

Why you had lost your baby.

Why you had miscarried.

Why Imperator called it an accident.

You were snapped out of your thoughts by worried clamor outside. Stepping out, you saw the ghouls surrounding Imperator, who was on the floor. But your attention was soon redirected to him. Copia, your papa, your lover…your rock.

You rushed over and helped him up, looking over at Imperator. So she’d gone to… Wht were they losing everyone, even if she didn’t like the old woman, she meant so much to Copia.

“Cara Mia…”

“It’s okay now. I’m here”

Your voice is just as low as his. Shakier to. So much death, was he truly their friend? Or was he a foe now. With fans dispersed, Imperators body was moved to the pit of the venue on a stretcher and covered gently by Copia. He sobbed over her body and you couldn’t do anything but watch.

You couldn’t do anything but watch.

Couldn’t do anything but watch

You didn’t do anything but watch.

You knelt beside Copia as Saltarian handed him a letter, from the woman herself. So she’d been dying for awhile. Your heart nearly did a backflip as Copia read out the words.

“Frater Imperator?”

Frater..

Would he need her anymore?

“Cara Mia…we can finally relax…we can find someone to help us..with our journey of having a family…”

He gently rested a hand on the small of your back as he hugged you close. Yes. He would need her. And she needed him. Like two pieces in a puzzle that fit perfectly together. But who would be the new papa?

A few months had passed, and the new Papa was due. You stood beside a very smartly dressed Copia, fussing over his suit and bejeweled Grucifix. Even as ghosts, Imperator and Nihil tried working their way into Copias decisions, so you were pleasantly surprised when he stood up for himself.

A silhouette of a person appeared in the clergy doorway. The stained, frosted glass concealing most of their features. It was obvious they had already been bequeathed with their new Papal robes. Given the shape of what Copia assumed to be a mitre. As the doors swung open, what they revealed shocked you, Copia and the ghosts of his parents.

“The new papa…is…a woman?”

[helcef]

Bug

He’s growing on me can you tell.. If anyone has phantom headcanons pls leave them in tags or comments or send them in, I like to observe him like a creature

[miasmaghoul]

so, about those angsty swaeon thoughts...

It's later than usual by the time they make it to the hotel, and Dew's so tired he can barely stand up straight. He was already limping with the damn boot strapped to his leg, but the exhaustion makes it that much worse. He's more hobbling now, at the back of the pack while the others make their way to the lobby - all close enough to touch, yet draped in distance and dense quiet.

No one has spoken much since they watched Swiss be whisked away the moment they'd stepped off stage. Taken by the arm by a pair of men none of the ghouls knew by sight but who wore the clothes of the clergy, escorted down a long hall and around a corner before any of them could even call after him. They'd known he was leaving tonight, Copia's notice recalling him showed up two days ago, but the suddenness, the shock of seeing it? Well, none of them could have predicted that.

A soft, worn voice had sliced through the weight of their silence, heavy footfalls accompanying the words.

"He is...an incredible kisser."

V was softly caressing his own paint-smeared lips as he said it, and the five pairs of infernal eyes that flicked to focus on him all held different intent.

They're all still feeling out their new frontman - one who doesn't particularly enjoy being called Papa, something Dew and Mountain in particular have been struggling with - and while none of the ghouls bear him any ill will, it's true enough that there's a lot of trust still to build. They weren't looking at him with disdain, nothing so sharp - just the weighty stares of five ghouls who had all lost someone yet again, and far too soon.

Aeon, though, hadn't been looking with them. When Dew turned his attention from V, already headed down the hall, he'd found Aeon still staring at that distant corner. He hadn't so much as twitched since Swiss vanished beyond it from the look of things, and Dew's stomach had done an all-to-familiar flip.

Changing had happened in near-silence, and it's been much the same since then. The trek to the bus, the drive to the hotel and now this walk through the parking lot. Dew can at least ground himself with the pain in his foot and hip, but the others? They hardly seem present. Cirrus stumbles over her words at the concierge desk, keys get fumbled, Aurora can't stop bumping into anyone close to her. There's a faint buzzing in the air, one a human might hear and attribute to fluorescent lighting, but it's a sound Dew is intimately familiar with.

Interpreting the varying hums of quintessence is a skill Dew has honed over the years, but you wouldn't need to be an expert on the subject to read Aeon's mood. He's standing a few steps away, staring at nothing and radiating an invisible aura of discontent. The chill rolling off him would be enough to keep away damn near anyone.

Dew has never minded this particular brand of cold though. He shifts his duffel, readies himself, and -

"Need a lift?"

A large hand cups his shoulder, gives it a squeeze, and Dew leans easily into Mountain's familiar side. His eyes remain on Aeon as the taller ghoul rubs his back, holding up a plastic keycard between two fingers.

"We're roomies," Mountain rumbles, tucking the key into Dew's jacket pocket. "Seventh floor, far end. You can play backpack, if you want."

Dew snorts, looking away to gently headbutt the other ghoul's bicep.

"You know how to treat a girl," he teases, but he's already shuffling around to Mountain's back. As he's hoisted up, Dew catches Aeon trading a few words with Cirrus as he accepts his own keys. Well, one of them at least - he forces the other back into the ghoulette's hand. "You talk to the kid, Mount?"

"Not yet," he replies, getting his arms situated. "Rain was...not great when we were in the showers. He needed me."

Dew nods, rests his chin against Mountain's shoulder. Watches Aeon skulking off to the stairwell, bypassing the elevator bay entirely.

"Just wonderin'." He yawns into the taller ghoul's shirt, grunting at the ache in his foot as he's toted to the elevators. "Hey, catch Cir before we go. Got a question."

He does, Dew gets his answer, and the three of them share a long - if slightly awkward - hug and a series of cheek kisses. Mountain punches the number seven, and the doors close just as a damp-cheeked Aurora shuffles to Cirrus' side.

"Poor things," Mountain sighs, stroking the back of Dew's hand with a rough thumb. "Her and Aeon both."

Dew hums his agreement and nuzzles into the side of Mountain's throat. Inhales the green scent of his soap and the remnants of sweat stuck in his hairline. It's always impossible to really get clean in those venue showers, but Dew isn't complaining. It reminds him of better things. He lets out a long exhale, and Mountain gives his thighs a soft squeeze.

"How are you holding up, Dew?"

The low drone of his voice, familiar and full of too many emotions for Dew to parse right now, sinks straight into his skin. He sigh again, does a little half shrug.

"Shitty, but I did most of my mourning the night he got the notice from Co - I mean, from the Frater."

The silly bit of emphasis he puts on the title is solely to distract himself from the gnawing in his gut, but it has the lovely side effect of pulling a soft laugh from Mountain. They both miss Copia dearly, and they both know that any teasing is just a way to cope.

"How 'bout you, big guy?"

It's Mountain's turn to sigh, to give a half-nod.

"Is it good or bad that I'm getting used to this feeling?"

Dew's been wondering the same thing, but he doesn't know how to say so. He hugs Mountain's shoulders instead, and the rest of the ride passes without a word.

The ding of the door gives way to the warmth of the carpeted hall, and Mountain carries him to the juncture where it splits in two before he speaks again.

"Which way, fireball?"

Dew snakes a hand into his pocket, pulls out two keys - the one for their shared room, and the one he'd had no trouble snagging from Cirrus. The minute or so it's taken to get from the lobby to here hasn't really given him much time to think, but Mountain doesn't seem like he's in a rush so Dew takes some time to weogh his options. His conclusion makes him sigh, and Mountain chuckles.

"Careful, he'll think you're going soft." He nudges Dew’s head with his chin, and the little ghoul makes a dismissive sound.

"I can bully him again tomorrow," he mumbles, kissing Mountain's jaw and giving a squeeze with his thighs. "C'mon, lemme down."

"You sure?" He crouches, knees crackling, but doesn't adjust his grip. "I can do the detour, I don't mind."

"Nah, I can walk. Well, limp," he corrects, hissing as he gets his feet on the floor again. "Besides, it's the opposite direction. Let a guy keep some dignity."

Mountain chuffs out a laugh, leaning down to give Dew a quick peck. Dew gets both hands on his cheeks before he can pull away though, and that quick peck turns into a slow kiss that tastes of cinnamon gum and too many memories. Mountain's eyes look so heavy when they finally part, and Dew imagines his own look the same.

"Just text me if you change your mind," the taller ghoul says softly. "I might try to squirrel Rain away for the night. I think he might need it."

"Don't forget to put a sock on the door, Romeo," Dew quips with a wink and a wave, an attempt to lighten the mood that Mountain reaponds to with a snort, and down the hall he lumbers.

Every step is slower than it should be, and it gives him extra time to think. What should he do? What should he say? He's always had Aether to fall back on in times of loss, but now...he can't focus on that, it'll only make the tightness in his stomach worse. It doesn't help matters that, the closer he gets to Aeon's room, the more he can feel that icy energy pouring into the overwarm hall. It's worst when he's standing right in front of it, dark-stained wood and an electronic lock the only things left between them. Dew's surprised the damn thing isn't frozen over, even if this is a chill only a ghoul could feel.

Good thing he's made of fire.

With a deep breath a a quick beep, Dew lets himself into the pitch dark room - the one Aeon was meant to share with Swiss tonight, if he hadn't gotten that damn notice. Dew shivers, tucking his hands into his pockets at the frigid air bites his skin. The door clicks shut, the only light source a dull nightlight glowing from the bathroom, and it takes a few blinks for him to make out an Aeon-shaped lump on the bed nearest the window. Dew sighs, tossing his duffel on the free bed and sitting gingerly on the edge.

"Hey stardust," he says, soft and easy. "No need to pretend, I know you're awake."

Aeon doesn't answer, and Dew isn't surprised. He can see more clearly now, can see that the other ghoul has curled himself up into the tightest ball possible around one of the bed pillows. Part of Dew wants to just climb in behind him, wrap him up in his three good limbs without a word. Just silent reassurance, the kind he himself sometimes seeks when things are too much. But with how distant Aeon has been tonight - he'd even stayed on the bus instead of getting dinner - he doesn't want to risk it. Instead,

"If you want to be alone just say it," Dew mutters, unlacing his one shoe, shrugging off his jacket. "Otherwise I'm here for the night."

It's all he says, choosing instead to dig through his duffel for the painkillers he'd been given at the hospital. He shakes a couple pills into his palm, grunting as he drags himself to the bathroom. Takes the pills with a palmful of sink water, combs out his hair with his fingera, takes a leak - through it all, Aeon remains silent. Still. The knots in Dew’s stomach grow tighter.

But he doesn't push. Just heads back to the bed, setting his bag on the floor and moving to finally take the stupid boot off his stiff leg.

"Six hours and forty three minutes."

Aeon's voice barely breaks the silence, just loud enough for Dew to hear the hurt in it. He blinks over at the shape of him.

"Huh?"

Aeon doesn't so much move as he deflates, seeming to shrink before Dew's eyes.

"Six hours and forty three minutes," he repeats, jeans swishing against the duvet when he curls up even further. "Since I, uh," Aeon clears his throat, "since we met, I haven't -"

There's a pause, one that sounds a lot like a thick swallow. Then,

"Since I met Swiss, we haven't been apart for...for longer..."

"Than six hours and forty three minutes," Dew finishes for him, fishing for his phone in the pocket of his joggers. Curse the poor kid's photographic memory. "And it's been -"

"Not even eight," Aeon interrupts, with the air of someone who feels awful and absolutely ridiculous at the same time. Dew knows that one well too, but Aeon doesn't need to know it. "Not even eight fuckin' hours, Dew."

He can hear Aeon plucking at something, stitches popping on the hem of his sleeve or maybe the edge of a sheet. This time, Dew doesn't ignore the little voice in his head saying touch. He hops on one foot, scoots up onto Aeon's mattress and it's only at the last second that he pauses, with an open palm hovering over the other ghoul's hip.

"I know the feeling," he says with half a laugh, settling his hand on the bed instead. "S'like you're going insane, isn't it? Like your head's on backwards and the world is upside down?"

Silence. Dew's fingers start to itch. It goes on for too long, and for a second he worries that Aeon is going to lock up on him. The same way he did, back when -

"Why do I already miss him so much?"

Dew's stomach lurches at the words, ones that would feel so at home on his own tongue and yet still hit like a mean right hook. His hand does find Aeon's body then, warm and solid against his spine. He's so cold.

"Because love is pain, bat boy." Dew funnels syrupy warmth through the thin cotton of Aeon's tee, pours it into the pale skin hidden beneath. Aeon doesn't respond, and Dew feels a crease form between his brows. "Hey, I'm being serious here. Can you at least look at me?"

Aeon lets out a mighty huff, but Dew knows he's on the right track when the other ghoul listens. He brings that squished up pillow with him, but he turns over. Dew can see his eyes shimmering even in the dark, and he offers a gentle smile as a reward.

"There you are."

He reaches up, tucks a chunk of hair behind Aeon's pointed ear. Cups his cheek after, just enough to let him feel that cozy heat. Aeon sighs, burying his face into his pillow and looking up at Dew with something between hesitancy and expectation.

"Did..." he chews his lip where Dew can see it, but he's learned how the kid's face scrunches up when he does it. He hears fabric shift, watches Aeon move one hand to his own chest. Right over his heart. "...did it hurt this much when it happened to you?"

So much pain carried in so few words, so much longing that Dew's own heart aches. A flash of memory makes his throat tight, but this isn't about him. This is about Aeon. A long moment passes, heavy and silent, and at long last Dew sighs. He gestures at the bed, and after another breath or two Aeon nods.

"Did I ever tell you -" he murmurs, getting his good leg under him and laying on his side. Propping his head up on an elbow so he can look down at the other ghoul. "- about our first show after Aether retired?"

Aeon shakes his head, and Dew's free hand finds his arm. Rubs a slow back-and-forth while Dew takes a deep breath.

"I was a fuckin' mess," he confesses, thumb swiping under Aeon's sleeve. "Angry, bitter, lonely...didn't matter that everyone else was there, didn't matter that they'd all been around for years. I felt...betrayed, I think is the word? Maybe. I dunno, but it fuckin' sucked is the point."

Aeon blinks at him, and Dew feels him slowly stretch his legs out. Their knees touch, and Dew carefully laces his good leg between both of Aeon's, bleeding heat there too. The air around them has already started to warm, and Dew takes that as a good sign.

"I was an ass to everyone and I have no problem admitting it," he continues, feeling the fingers Aeon had dug into the pillow between them begin to fiddle with his shirt instead. "Because, no matter who was there, Aether wasn't. And I didn't know how to deal."

"I don't remember you being a jerk," Aeon murmurs, and Dew barks out a laugh so sudden it jostles the bed.

"Aeon, I didn't even talk to you first the first two weeks of that tour."

He can practically see the kid blush, even in the dark.

"...oh," comes his sheepish response, and Dew can't help his smile. Just for a second.

"Anger isn't always loud," he says, and the hand on Aeon's arm drifts up towards his face. Long fingers stroking his brow. "And you don't have to be quiet because you're sad. You aren't alone, y'know."

Aeon stares at him for a long, long while. Probably not for as long as Dew thinks he does, but the steady eye contact makes everything feel slower. He can hear every breath they share, the subtle crackle of Aeon's quintessence, the dull thud of someone walking down the hallway. It's all so distant, so distorted, and for a heartbeat the sparkle in Aeon's eyes makes Dew think he's about to be shoved from the bed.

The pillow dividing them sails over him, thuds against the wall, and before Dew knows what's happening he's got a chestful of Aeon. Hands fisted in his shirt, his face buried between them, and Dew wastes no time in wrapping him up in both arms. Pouring as much heat into the poor ghoul's quivering form as he can, combating the cage of ice no doubt working to encase his heart.

"I just...I miss him so much."

"I know, bug." He drops a kiss in Aeon's mussed curls. "I know."

He can feel the moment Aeon breaks, the exact second his paper-thin shield shatters and everything comes pouring out. The tears soak into his shirt, the sound of his sobs muffled by Dew's chest, and all the little ghoul can do is hold him tight and let it happen.

Slowly, the knots in his stomach untie. With every heaved breath and shuddering cry, Dew holds him tighter. Rubs Aeon's back and hums against the top of his head, the way he remembers a certain multi ghoul did for him back in those first days without Aether. He sucks in a deep breath to fight the pressure suddenly building behind his own eyes, and shoves his face into Aeon's hair to distract himself. This isn't about him, after all.

It's a long while before Aeon calms, before his breathing evens out and the fine tremors wracking his surely exhausted body wear off. He's reduced to sniffles now, stuffy-nosed but considerably looser than he has been for the past couple of days. Dew pulls back, just enough to look down at the top of his head.

"You okay?"

It takes a beat, but Aeon nods.

"D'you want me to stay or -"

"Please don't go!" Aeon blurts, looking up at him with wide, puffy eyes. "Dew, you...please, I don't -"

"It's okay," he assures, giving the other ghoul a tight squeeze. "I was planning on staying no matter what you said."

Dew shrugs, gives Aeon a wink, and the tiny, soft smile he gets in return is worth every soaked inch of his shirt. Aeon yawns then, sudden and deep, and he snuggles in close. Dew reaches over to grab the corner of the duvet, dragging it over them burrito style.

"Get some sleep, kid." He presses a soft kiss to Aeon's forehead. "You've earned it."

"But what if -"

"No buts." Dew lets go just long enough to fix a pillow under his neck, gathering him back up easily. "I'll wake you if he calls, I promise." Aeon gives him an owlish blink.

"Wait, how did -"

"Shush, bat boy." Dew bumps their foreheads together. "And sleep."

Aeon doesn't argue further, just smushes his face back into Dew's chest and huffs out an exhausted sound. He nods, says something Dew can't quite make out, and in no time at all his deep breaths morph into soft snores.

It's only then that Dew lets the memory from earlier rear its head.

One of a similar shared room, but filled with a lot more shredded curtains and bloodied sheets. Dew hadn't wanted a soft touch, and Swiss hadn't given it to him. Instead, he'd given him a place to funnel all that pent up frustration, all the misplaced aggression he'd just never known where to put. He wasn't mad at Aether, never had been. Wasn't mad at Copia for approving the retirement either. He was just...alone. For the first time since he'd met Aether, Dew had been without him. Somehow, Swiss had known exactly what he needed. A few choice words were all it took, and after beating the ever-loving shit out of one another Dew remembers crying it out just like Aeon did tonight. Loud and gross and unrestrained, and wrapped in a cage of Swiss' strong arms.

"Gonna miss you, asshole," Dew whispers into the dark, a sniffle not far behind. He looks at the one crack in the heavy curtains, watching the stars sparkling in the midnight sky. "Gonna fuckin' miss you."

His own tears track silently down his cheeks, and Dew holds Aeon so very tight.

[copiasghoulfriend]

Sinfully Yours,

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

Rating: Mature, Explicit, Eventually 18+ MDNI

Mary Goore / Emeritus Family / Copia

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

Word Count: 3.2K

AO3 Chapter One

Chapter Two: Unexpected Encounters

The early hours of the morning saw a few Sisters seeking my attention before I embarked on my way to the town for the scheduled meeting. Just as I was locking up the clinic, an unexpected encounter transpired. Cardinal Copia entered the office, prompting me to pause. "Ah, Copia! I'm actually heading out for a meeting soon. Is this urgent, or can it wait?" I inquired, intrigued by his sudden appearance. He appeared somewhat flustered and offered an apology. "I just wanted to check in on you. You seemed a bit distressed when you left the dining hall last night."

The realization that he had noticed my departure from the dining hall surprised me. Recollecting the previous night's events, I confided, "Oh, it's just some personal matters. I miss my boyfriend, that's all. I asked him to visit soon." Copia's expression shifted, a mixture of concern and something else I couldn't quite place. He nodded in response, bid me well for my meeting, and hurried away.

With the clinic door securely closed, my attention was drawn to Terzo, who was engrossed in conversation with a fellow Sister in the hallway. His gaze, however, seemed to intermittently drift in my direction as they conversed. This observation added another layer of curiosity to the enigma that was Terzo, a sense of attention that both intrigued and unsettled me.

As I prepared to depart for my meeting, assistance arrived in the form of one of the Ghouls named Sodo, who volunteered to drive me into town. The day was unfolding with a series of puzzling encounters, each interaction offering a glimpse into the complex dynamics of the world I'd entered, leaving me to navigate the intrigue with a mix of anticipation and caution.

Sodo's assistance brought me to the local town hall, where nurses from various ministries gathered to discuss protocols. The meeting stretched on, leaving me weary by its conclusion. Yet, even in my fatigue, my thoughts oscillated between the enigma of Terzo and the memories of Mary. Terzo's potential involvement in the mysterious gestures hinted at a romantic disposition that held a certain allure, while Mary's protective nature and rebellious reputation had always been an intriguing combination.

Mary's involvement with his band and his charismatic role as a guitarist and lead singer often had him mingling with other girls, a fact that I grappled with. The internal struggle between trust and uncertainty continued to be a source of inner conflict. Lost in thought, I was abruptly pulled back to reality when I realized that all eyes were on me, awaiting my input. Apologizing for my distraction, I shared my insights to improve our collaborative efforts.

As the meeting continued, a familiar face suddenly appeared outside the window, a sight that caused my heart to skip a beat. "Mary?" I whispered in disbelief, my gaze fixed on the figure that had materialized. The abrupt appearance of my boyfriend added an unexpected twist to an already eventful day, leaving me questioning what might have prompted his unexpected visit.

Gathering my belongings, I hurried outside to meet Mary, my heart light with anticipation. "Baby!" I exclaimed, rushing into his arms, only to find his reaction surprisingly muted. His embrace lacked the usual warmth, leaving me puzzled and concerned. My eyes shifted to Sodo's still-running car in the background and the additional passenger seated inside—an unfamiliar face that only added to my confusion. "What are you doing here, Mary?" I questioned, seeking answers from his eyes.

His response came hesitantly, accompanied by a distracted gaze. My patience waned as I tried to regain his attention, snapping my fingers and attempting to draw him back to our conversation. His absent-mindedness was infuriating, especially as I noticed the source of his distraction—an infatuated nurse who had his full attention.

"Excuse me? Earth to doofus?" I snapped, hoping to redirect his attention back to me. It worked, albeit only momentarily, as he seemed to register my presence. However, his behavior was unsettling; he wasn't acting like himself. The realization that he might be under the influence of substances hit me like a punch to the gut. "Are you high again? I thought you were sober?" I hissed, stepping back in both anger and disappointment. His attempts at making excuses only deepened my frustration.

But then, Mary's slurred words took a shocking turn, shattering my heart into a million fragments. He confessed to cheating, his words ringing in my ears as my tears began to flow. The revelation left me stunned, the pain a visceral ache that overwhelmed me. His confession cut deep, and my voice trembled as I struggled to find words. "Is this payback for what Terzo did? Are you punishing me?" I choked out, my voice laced with sorrow and confusion.

"No! I promise it's not," he protested vehemently, his desperation echoing in his tone. But the damage was done, the trust we shared fractured by his admission. Tears streamed down my face as I grappled with a flood of emotions, unsure of how to proceed. "Goodbye, Mary," I finally managed to say, my voice laced with a mixture of sadness and anger. Pushing him aside, I fled to Sodo's waiting car, aware that Terzo was seated in the front. His gaze bore witness to the painful scene, adding yet another layer of complexity to the situation.

Silence filled the car during the drive back to the ministry, the weight of betrayal heavy in the air. My heart ached, torn between the shattered pieces of what had once been and the uncertainty of what lay ahead. The events of the day had taken an unexpected turn, thrusting me into a whirlwind of emotions that left me grappling with a sense of loss and the need to make decisions that would shape the path forward.

Arriving back at the Ministry, I hastily disembarked from the car, abandoning my meeting notes without a second thought. Sodo and Terzo's presence went unnoticed as I made a beeline for my living quarters. Slamming the door shut, I sought refuge in the solitude of my room. Collapsing onto the bed, I succumbed to the wave of emotions that had been building throughout the day, letting my tears flow freely.

The persistent knocks on the door went unanswered, my determination to isolate myself from the world unyielding. The ringing phone was an unwelcome intrusion, its persistence finally compelling me to pick up, my frustration evident in my tone. "What the fuck do you want, Mary?" I snapped, only to be met with an unexpected response. "eh, oh! Penny? This isn't Mary... It's Terzo."

Terzo's voice, a mix of concern and uncertainty, caught me off guard. His words tumbled out in a ramble, and I could sense his genuine worry for my well-being. "Terzo, you don't care about my love life, so why are you curious? Because I could be single? Don't worry about me," I retorted, the turmoil within me seeping into my words.

Interrupting my tirade, Terzo's voice gained a measure of seriousness. "Listen, Penny, we all go through this. Lovers come and go." His attempt to console me carried a weight of understanding that surprised me. His next words, however, revealed a gesture of kindness that I hadn't expected. "I left you some dinner outside of your door whenever you decide to get out of bed."

His mention of the dinner left me momentarily puzzled, until realization struck. "Terzo, you're the one who was leaving me flowers?" I asked, seeking confirmation. He stumbled in his response, caught off guard. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry," he replied, his tone evasive. It was evident that he didn't want to admit his actions.

The conversation came to an abrupt end, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again. Terzo's unexpected concern and his underlying gestures left me questioning the complexity of his character. The day's events had taken me on an emotional roller coaster, revealing layers of intrigue and unexpected connections that I had yet to fully comprehend.

I opened the kitchen door, finding the warm dinner Terzo had left outside. The gesture, though unexpected, struck a chord within me. It was a small act of kindness that contrasted the turbulence of the day. My thoughts lingered on Terzo, contemplating the depth of his character revealed through these moments.

Setting up a makeshift dining area in front of the television, I attempted to distract myself with a movie while I ate. However, the food hardly seemed appetizing amidst the emotional turmoil. The upcoming weekend loomed with the responsibility of being On-Call for emergencies, a duty that now seemed both overwhelming and isolating.

The movie failed to divert my mind from the heartache, and my tears began to fall once again. A sudden knock interrupted my sorrow, and I mustered a weak response. "One second!" I called out, my voice tinged with sadness. I wiped away tears, trying to regain composure before opening the door.

To my surprise, Cardinal Copia stood before me. His presence caught me off guard, and his compassionate gesture of wiping away my tears only added to the unexpectedness of the moment. I hesitated, caught between my reluctance to expose my vulnerability and the genuine concern he seemed to offer. "Cardinal, this really isn't—" I began, only to be cut off by his words.

"Penny, please don't cry. I brought you some wine… maybe we could drink some together? I would hate for you to be alone," he offered, his words laced with empathy. His gloved hand wiping away my tears, I found myself leaning into the comfort he offered, a gesture I hadn't anticipated.

"I don't want you to suffer with me… it's bad enough that you're seeing me cry," I replied, conflicted by the mingling emotions. Inviting him inside, I closed the door behind us, the world outside momentarily forgotten.

As the phone rang, startling Copia, he offered to answer it on my behalf. I watched as his demeanor shifted upon hearing the voice on the other end. "Penny," he addressed me, relaying the message. "There's a young man named Adam. He's requesting to speak with you." With a sigh, I approached the phone and took it from him, bracing myself for whatever news awaited.

The connection crackled with static as Adam's voice reached me, his urgency palpable. His words revealed a disturbing truth—Mary was spiraling out of control. Drunk and consumed by self-destructive behavior, he had even damaged his beloved guitars. My heart ached at the realization that he was hurting himself. Adam's plea was punctuated by the admission that Mary loved me deeply.

"Put Mary on the phone," I demanded, my voice a mix of anger, sadness, and concern. After some rustling, I finally heard his slurred words. "Baby… I'm so fucking sorry. Please… forgive me. I love you…"

Tears flowed anew as I grappled with my emotions. I glanced at Copia, who had come closer, his presence a source of unexpected comfort. "You have to give me time... You broke my heart, Mary. I understand you're sorry," I replied, my voice wavering.

As the conversation continued, the emotional roller coaster carried on. Mary's attempt to salvage our relationship was apparent, his words slurred by the effects of alcohol. Copia's calming presence by my side became more pronounced, his touch grounding me in the midst of the chaos.

Mary's voice came through once again, seeking clarity. "Wait… eh… errm… are you breaking up with me?" he asked, his uncertainty palpable. I exchanged a fleeting look with Copia, who now stood at my side, his gaze empathetic.

"Personally, I'm not sure… right now I just need some time to reflect—" I began, only to be interrupted by Mary's desperate plea. "Penny, baby, I'm coming to see you tomorrow. I don't give a shit. We have some serious talking to do. I love you."

The weight of his words hung in the air, my heart torn between pain and the remnants of a once strong connection. "I'll believe it when I see it," I responded, my voice tinged with skepticism.

Hanging up the phone, I turned to face Copia, who had been silently observing. Our eyes met, a silent exchange of understanding that transcended words. "Would you like some wine, Cara?" he inquired, offering solace in a simple gesture.

As Copia gracefully opened the bottle of wine and poured its contents into our glasses, I observed his every movement. We settled on the couch, a noticeable space between us, and I sipped the wine awkwardly, attempting to navigate the newfound intimacy of the situation. His initial comment caught me off guard. "So, you've definitely created a stir within the Emeritus family. You definitely make people crazy here," he remarked, his tone casual as he took a sip of the red wine.

Perplexed by his statement, I questioned, "What do you mean...?" My own nervousness was masked by sips of the wine, each gulp making the atmosphere more comfortable.

Copia cleared his throat, his gaze briefly averting as he seemed to search for the right words. "You're very gorgeous, Penny... er, I'm just saying that with your, uh, boyfriend out of the picture... you'll have plenty of other choices." His voice held a tinge of nervousness, and he turned away slightly.

The implication of his words slowly registered, and I met his eyes with a mixture of surprise and confusion. He was addressing the void left by Mary, suggesting that I might have other romantic opportunities. We continued talking as the wine flowed, discussing topics ranging from outside life to ministry duties. Copia's presence provided a refreshing change of pace, allowing me to momentarily escape from the shadows cast by Mary's actions.

As the evening progressed and the bottle of wine emptied, the atmosphere grew more relaxed. Laughter echoed through the room, and the lingering butterflies in my stomach became more pronounced. A glance at the clock jolted me back to reality—it was nearly 2am. I cursed under my breath, apologizing for keeping Copia here for so long.

Copia shared my concern, realizing the lateness of the hour. "Oh mio dio! It's extremely late. I apologize for being here so late. I shall get going. It was such a pleasure getting to know you personally," he said, standing up and adjusting his clothes.

Turning from the sink, wine glasses in hand, I looked at him with a hint of sadness. "Do you have to go? You can sleep on the couch if you'd like. No pressure. I would even let you sleep in my bed, I could take the couch," I offered, hoping to alleviate the loneliness that had become so overwhelming.

Copia's response was kind, albeit hesitant. "Penny, please don't take this the wrong way. It would be inappropriate for me to sleep here. We're obviously both not sober... I wouldn't want you to do something that you'd regret in the morning," he explained, his actions and words reflecting his respect and concern for my well-being.

Though disappointed by his decision, I nodded slowly, tears welling up as I looked away. Copia's comforting touch brought my gaze back to him as he cupped my face with his gloved hands. He wiped away my tears gently, his compassion evident. "I just thought you would want to spend the night with me. We bonded so well," I admitted, my voice quivering with vulnerability.

Copia's eyes held mine, and his response was tender. "Penny, I know... I'm just looking out for your well-being. You have a good night, okay? Eh, if you need anything at all... please give me a call. I don't care if you wake me up." His words were reassuring, and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss on my forehead before heading towards the door.

With a final nod, he left, and I closed the door behind him. Changing into an oversized shirt, I settled into my bed, the weight of the day finally catching up to me. My tears flowed freely as I lay there, staring at the ceiling, releasing the emotions that had been building within me.

The morning air was crisp, a reminder of the previous night's indulgence. My head throbbed as I stepped into the common area, Mary's presence a sudden shock to my senses. "Mary... I didn't expect to see you here," I greeted, my voice laced with both surprise and unease.

He stood and closed the gap between us, planting kisses on my lips that felt both familiar and distant. His words carried the weight of regret, and I could see the genuine pain in his eyes. "Penny, I miss you so much. I'm so sorry for what happened. I tried so hard."

His forehead touched mine, and I closed my eyes, taking a moment to just breathe. It was good to have him near, but the complexity of our situation couldn't be brushed aside with kisses and apologies. "Do you forgive me, princess?" he asked, swaying us gently.

I held his gaze, torn between my feelings for him and the need to address the issues that had surfaced. "Mary... you being here doesn't automatically change things. But I appreciate you making the effort to talk."

His lips found mine again, and I let myself get lost in the sensation, just for a moment. "Please, baby... I don't want to lose you. Please," he pleaded, his voice a mix of desperation and longing.

The depth of his emotions tugged at my heartstrings, and I found myself softening. "Mary, let's grab some coffee from the hall. It's early, and my head is still pounding," I suggested, hoping that a change of scenery would allow us to have a more coherent conversation.

He nodded, and together we made our way down to the dining hall. Whispers and curious glances followed us, given Mary's unexpected presence and his unconventional attire. He fetched us coffees while I searched for an unoccupied table. As we sat down, my eyes drifted to the front table, where the Emeritus Family was gathered. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia were all seated, and it seemed like something was amiss among them.

Engrossed in my thoughts, I found it hard to fully engage in Mary's conversation. His attempts at light-hearted chatter seemed distant as my attention remained on that front table. Terzo and Copia were engaged in an intense discussion, their expressions strained. I couldn't make out the details, but it was clear that tension simmered beneath the surface.

Suddenly, Mary leaned in and captured my lips, snapping me back to the moment. "Sorry... I was just caught up," I apologized, trying to recenter myself.

He brushed my hair away from my face, his touch both tender and possessive. "I noticed... I don't like it. Which one of those freaks did you accidentally hook up with?" he whispered, a mix of jealousy and concern in his tone.

My heart raced, and I shot a quick glance at the front table, hoping they hadn't overheard. I whispered urgently, "Please... not here."

Mary's jaw tightened, his frustration palpable. I realized he wasn't here to make amends; he was here to stake his claim and assert his dominance. As we sipped our coffee, I knew that the tangled web of emotions, desires, and misunderstandings would only continue to deepen.

[claviii]

Dew who is kind of mentally screwed up from being the runt in the pit, having to rely on himself and only himself, everyone else wasn't trustworthy enough.

Dew who is so self sufficient but slowly starts letting mountain help him with his food, learning to love cooking with the taller ghoul in the quietest hours of the day.

Dew who gets close to rain rather quickly, relating to the man in a way none of the other ghouls really can. he lets rain throw just the two of them little spa days after a long time of touring, the two just soaking in rains giant bathtub.

Dew venting during theses small moments that all he really wants to do is be able to rely on the pack more, but he is so scared of being hurt again he can't even imagine letting himself get that comfortable with others..

[dgaftilwedie]

i love aether angst but also like :( aether not touring with the band because of an injury, not because he got kicked out. aether whose papa cried when he realized he couldn't tour. aether who adores phantom and insists that he tells him if he needs any help with his instrument. aether who tells phantom to "BRING IT IN, BABY" when he feels insecure about taking his place. aether whose pack loves and misses him, especially dewdrop, but who understands why he can't tour anymore. aether whose pack forces him to facetime them as often as possible when they're on the road because they miss him. aether, whose fire ghoul calls him every night, just to hear about his day at the ministry. whose pack seeks him out immediately when they get home from tours to tackle him with hugs and kisses and cuddles. aether who's alive, with his family who loves him. aether who's happy because that's what he deserves :(

[jessicafangirl]

I was just thinking about this and it gave me a sad and a happy because I’m evil. Papa V is Copia’s twin. That means he has his old face.

Copia sees the him he gave away, that he lost to become the leader of the church and the band. And now that is taken from him. But here is a man who looks like him he never knew, taking from him everything he worked towards…including his identity.

Oh the angst.

Also please give me the old Price face back. Please.