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[smallestapplin]

YOU!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BIRTHDAY TWIN MY LOVE!! 🥳🎉💖

I hope your day was filled with goodness and may your dreams be filled with absolute filth, like the hottest smut dreams you’ve ever dreamed of having! 😤

- Ya Girl, Ronnie 💖

Aaaaa happy birthday to you too! I hope your day as been well! 🥹🥹

Thank you for the well wishes, it's been a very calmly day.

I hope yours has been fun

[ghu-leh]

eat dust, mi amor 🐾🐾🐾

You FIRST

[copiathirst]

IM TUNING INTO THE LIVE NEWS AND TO WATCH THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH OF SIR IMPOSTER 🎉

Thank you so much QUEEN Rosie for your tags and support, they always warm my heart! 🥹💖

HEHEHEHEHEHE MWAH MWAH MWAH YOU ARE A DELIGHT AND I ALWAYS LOVE SEEING YOU ON MY DASH 💕💕💕

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

You thought you were safe but UNO REVERSE 🥴💖

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome. 💌

*Scary voice over voice* Just when you thought it was safe to go on tumblr...

Getting all emotional and sappy feeling all this love ❤️

[rightintheghoulies]

Ooooooohhhhhhhh!!!! Goddamit!!!

Rooted in your love - P7: Forlorn Hope

Cardinal Copia x F!Reader - Primo x F!Reader, Secondo x F!Reader, Terzo x F!Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Warnings: Mature. Hanahaki Disease and all that comes with that (choking, being sick, acceptance of death, etc), Eventual Smut, Eventual 18+ acts, Angst, Unrequited Love.

Fic Summary: You couldn't pinpoint when exactly you had fallen in love with the newly arrived Cardinal, but one was certain: you had Hanahaki disease.

Chapter summary: As Primo and Secondo reflect on the events of the day, Copia decides to seek you out, only to be confronted by the one appointed to guard you. Terzo soaks in your radiance.

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Song Inspiration for Rooted In Your Love 💕

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Primo sighed heavily from where he sat, eyes roaming over every single item you had ever given him as his mind continued to run itself in circles. Full glad was he of your awakening, yes, heart already feeling lighter after seeing your beautiful smile aimed at him so easily after waking… yet an uneasy feeling settled within his bones, gnawing at his senses.

Something in your eyes had seemed… off. Never had he seen such a look in your eyes, your normally mesmerizing gaze appearing… well, almost as if you had experienced something whilst deeply asleep, something that, even now, lingered over your conscious shoulder like a specter, ready to strike. He knew not if you had dreamt during the time you slumbered in his bed, or if total darkness of the mind had been the only thing you had experienced, but something more than your current state had caused that look in your eyes. How true the saying was, that the eyes were the windows to one’s soul.

The retired Papa Emeritus I leaned back in his armchair, ungloved hands flexing at the memory of your visage as you’d spoken of going to fetch Secondo; you mustn’t have known how anxious you had outwardly appeared, your expression reminding him of what a child who feared being seen looked like-

“Perhaps you were always destined to fail, son of Emeritus…” A voice whispered against the shell of his ear, the sound almost resembling that of wind passing through a graveyard, bringing with it the lingering feeling of dread and despair.

“Fail as a Papa…”

Primo dared not open his eyes, for he knew what an entity such as this sought.

“Fail as a friend…”

It sought to drive him mad, drive him to insanity.

“Fail as…”

It sought to dig its taloned nails into his clavicle-

“… her caretaker…”

It laughed lowly, a guttural sound that came from deep within the chasm of its body, or whatever was left of it, Primo surmised by the lack of sound as it moved to his other ear.

“Your father always thought the Emeritus Eye was a blessing…” It continued, louder this time, closer to his ear as its decayed fingers carded through his blond hair before tugging harshly, causing Primo to inhale sharply as his head hit the back of his armchair, attempting to trick the Papa into opening his eyes.

“He never once considered that it would become a curs-“

Primo awoke suddenly with a gasp, dissimilar eyes shooting open whilst his head shot forward, surveying the area surrounding him for too long of a moment before finally allowing himself to sigh. A dream, it had only been a dream.

What a crock of shit it was, to become old. Why had his body chosen now, of all times, to fall asleep? Furthermore, how long had he been asleep for?

A quick glance at the clock informed him it had only been 11 minutes since you had departed to fetch Secondo… surely you must have made your way to his side already, unless you had-

The eldest Emeritus son stood hurriedly at the thought, groaning moments after as his back protested such a quick movement while running on so little sleep.

He knew not what had shaken you so during your slumber but back pain and ghosts be damned, he would find out what it was.

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Secondo soundlessly stood in the kitchens, shoulders sagged as he continued to warm up the supper he had quickly made for both he and Primo.

He was loath to admit it, but his elder brother had been right: no matter how much time he spent at your side, nothing would come of it were he to let himself waste away.

How was he to protect and help you if he were not healthy himself? He sighed once again, slight irritation prickling at his skin as he continued to stir the pasta he had made, mismatched eyes focused on the task at hand-

A sudden movement to his right caused the man to hiss in annoyance, sneering as he turned to see what, or who, had disturbed him.

There, standing frozen like a metal pole in the cold, stood the Sister of Sin he had fucked all those days ago, staring at him with wide eyes.

Briefly, for a mere second, Secondo mulled over the idea of speaking to the Sister, albeit having no real desire to. It was his role as a Papa however, to see to his flock’s concerns, no matter how unwilling he may feel about it. Sure he was known to be rough, serious, even, but there was one thing he was not: he, Papa Emeritus II, was not a bad Papa. No, he was not his Father.

However, displeasure still roiled inside the man at the thought of potentially having to listen to her beg him to fuck her again, something that would never happen ever agai-

The Sister turned and ran, the sound of her footsteps loud as she retreated to who-knows-where. Had it been tears he had seen in her eyes? Had the woman truly begun to cry at the mere sight of him? A scoff exited from between his lips at the Sister’s actions.

The retired Papa wondered if jealously coursed through her veins at the rumors of you being his Prime Mover.

Well… Of course she’d be jealous, it had been your name that he had accidentally gasped out while cumming all over her backside.

How could he not have said it, when it had only been you he had thought about during the whole thing, crying out his name as he made love to you, venerated you like a Deity fallen to Earth?

How could he have not have said your name, when it was the only name he wished to speak until his dying breath?

But most of all: how could he not have whispered it out, when your visage, illuminated by the sunsets light, was (and still is) the only thing that he saw when he closed his eyes?

It was only seconds later did a second hiss escape the man, unceremoniously pulled out of his mind, this time due to the acrid smell of burnt pasta flooding his nostrils.

If any living being within the Abbey had heard Papa Emeritus II cursing heavily in Italian about pasta or the sound of a pot being thrown across the kitchen, they knew to forget of the incident immediately.

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Dreams were an ephemeral thing; in the blink of an eye, they would be gone. Mere images and scenarios conjured by the mind, yet at the same time, deep realms of misunderstood knowledge that only few knew how to navigate. Copia was not one of those people. Once sleep found him, nothing could save him from the dreams or nightmares that would haunt and taunt him with things he couldn’t have. Namely, those ‘things’ were you.

Now fully awake for no apparent reason, Copia sighed in frustration, staring at his ceiling, as if it would reveal to him secrets unimaginable to man on how to fall asleep again… or how to win the Sibling of Sin of your dreams, who seems to be followed constantly by two of your ‘bosses’.

Tonight he’d dreamt of something new, something he had never dreamt about- well, partly never dreamt about. You he had dreamt about a thousand if not a million of times, sure. The area in which his dream had taken place? Never had he dreamt of you in such a setting.

There you had sat, hand playing against his clothed thigh, the eerie atmosphere of the mausoleum in which the two of you sat felt.. stifling, as if you both sat in a crowded room. He could no longer remember if he had gazed upon your beautiful visage or if he had simply stared at your hand, inching dangerously close up his thigh. You hadn’t spoken and neither had he, yet the silence between the two of you felt loud, the sound of your thoughts practically deafening. It had only been once he thought of how hard his cock had become that the dream had begun to fade. Oh how he craved to know if you had ever felt even an inkling of what he felt for you for him.

How many times had he awoken during long nights to find his cock painfully hard, fingers already moving to relieve himself of said pressure? How many nights had he laid there in his bed, eyes shut as he imagined it to be you instead touching him, jerking him off into oblivion, hushed words of love spoken against his ear? The thought always made him flush, to imagine you between his legs. Oh how beautiful you would look, eyes watching him as you got him closer and closer towards the edge. He wondered how long it would take for the sound of your moans to fill his room, should it be him between your thighs.

He would always keen your name while half-mindedly wondering if the Ghouls could hear him through his chamber’s walls, whispering your name like a God whispered to its creations, love overflowing. Could they hear how desperate he became with each second that went by, hands working his cock faster and faster, imagining the way you would bounce in his lap, pushing him down into his sheets as you took your pleasure from his body? Would you allow him to flip the both of you over, pounding into your heated core as words of veneration and love spilt from his lips?

Copia forced his legs to swing over the side of his bed, heart pounding as he tried to think of anything other than the image of you under him, calling his name. No, such thoughts would remain in his bed; for now, he was on a mission.

A mission to see you.

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The Ghoul known as Phil already knew of the man’s state before seeing him; he could practically smell the desperation and worry wafting off the Cardinal as he approached the corridor leading to Papa Emeritus I’s chambers, which he stood guard of.

It was almost ridiculous the number of times he had caught the man lingering near the corridor leading to Primo’s chambers, always visibly attempting to psych himself up before abandoning whatever endeavor he’d set himself on entirely, returning to his own chambers like a kicked little puppy. The pungent scents of shame and humiliation would cling to the man for hours after, irritating the Ghoul’s nose and senses.

He of course wasn’t a fool; he knew why the Cardinal roamed the halls leading to Primo’s doors. His nose had already told him as much, not to mention the lovesick expression he perpetually seemed to wear everyday; It was practically imprinted in the Ghoul’s mind.

Phil decided to cut the human some slack, for once, calling out to man down the hallway.

“Trouble sleeping again, Cardinal?”

The sound exiting from down the darkened hallway scared the Cardinal out of his skin; he had thought himself alone to be awake at this godforsaken hour. Of course the Special Ghoul would still be at his post, guarding Papa Emeritus I’s doors like a hawk, ready to lash out and kill if need be.

“Y-Yes, eh, trouble sleeping-“ Copia tried as he approached the demon from Hell itself, words immediately dying within his throat as the Ghoul spoke over him, his tone amused but serious.

“Am I correct in assuming that it is not by happenstance that you find yourself once more outside of Papa Emeritus I’s doors?” Ominous were the green eyes that gleamed within the dark, practically unblinking, waiting for an answer. The thought of lying to the Ghoul once more quickly came to the Cardinal’s mind, however… lying would not get him an audience with Primo, let alone.. an audience with you.

“No.. I…” Copia attempted to try and find the right words to express his burning need to see you, heart beating heavily against his chest. Would the Ghoul even tell him if your situation had gotten worse? Sure he had spoken to the Ghoul in the past and had friendly(-ish) rapports with him, but who was he himself to you, except for a strange stranger?

A silent moment went by, the Ghoul’s stare continuous and as deep as before, equally silent as he awaited for the man before him to speak. The Cardinal squared his shoulders, despite the dreadful feeling of raw desperation ravaging at his insides, and spoke.

“No, it is not. May I know if Sorel- if Papa Emeritus II’s Prime Mover has awoken?”

Phil paused at Copia’s words, tail slowly beginning to swish behind him in mild annoyance.

He found the man’s words strange; when had you no longer become deserving of your very name, instead simply called by your (rumored) newfound role? The Ghoul doubted it to be out of malice; he could smell the man’s fear, his hesitation, the raw nervousness that rolled off of his skin. It smelt sour, nearly strong enough for the Demon to lean away from the Cardinal, unwilling to be subjected to the scents of his emotional rollercoaster. But even if not spoken with malicious intent, the aloof Cardinal’s words still aggravated him.

“Sorella Y/N has left Papa Emeritus I’s chambers.”

Silence.

Copia blinked absentmindedly, wondering if he had heard the Ghoul correctly. You had left? You were no longer asleep? When had you-

“L-left- Where is- Sh-“ Try as he might to speak, Copia found his throat constricting closed, brain unable to process the information that not only had you awoken from whatever it was that had plagued you, but that you had awoken AND had already left the protected sanctuary that was Primo’s roo-

Eyes wide, Copia glanced at the imposing doors behind the Ghoul’s back, wanting to burst in and demand answers from the Papa who had been at your side this whole time… who was still supposed to be at your side, right?

“Where is Papa Emeritus I? Where is Primo?”

It was now Phil’s turn to blink, lips pursing behind his mask, unwilling to answer the man. He knew what the Cardinal would do if he told him that Papa Emeritus I had just left in search of you, and if he were right about the scent he had picked up emanating from your body the day you had fallen unconscious, perhaps allowing the Cardinal to do whatever he liked could lead to your demise.

“Both Papa Emeritus I and Sorella Y/N have gone out into Papa’s gardens on the South side of the Ministry, for some fresh air.” Phil easily lied, watching as the man’s mismatched eyes widened, the sound of his heart beginning to beat erratically against his chest, almost as if practically threatening to burst out. For a moment, a brief, sliver of a moment, Phil the Special Ghoul wondered if he had been right in lying to the Cardinal.

As he watched the human man begin to hastily walk away after speaking a quick ‘grazie’, he wondered if perhaps he had just wrongfully redirected the only things that could save you from the bloody flowers that grew within your lungs.

“Cardinal! One moment, if you please.”

“Sì?” Copia stopped and turned, politely waiting as the Ghoul attempted to find the right words without letting on WHY he was asking.

“Are you familiar with flowers in the Narcissus family? Such as daffodils and jonquils?” Phil found himself asking, mind entirely blank as the very words left from between his unglamored gray lips.

Had he just asked that-

Once more did the Ghoul’s tail begin to move from where it had laid on the floor, however, this time, in agitation of his own actions. He shouldn’t have asked that.

Suddenly, the Special Ghoul found himself wondering who would torture him first between Papa Emeritus I or Papa Emeritus II, for having possibly just hinted at your condition to another being, even after they had both explicitly made him vow to keep it a secret-

“Daffodils and jonquils?” Copia repeated, confused at the Ghoul’s bizarre words.

“I am familiar with them, yes, though I am unsure if I would be able to distinguish them both.” A slight confused smile graced Copia’s lips as he tried to ponder on the meaning of the demon’s words.

Sweat began to bead along the Ghoul’s forehead; here Copia had simply been, worried and seeking to speak with you, while he- Phil breathed in, eyes slightly widening at the thought. Oh, perfect.

“I see. I.. simply thought it wise to warn you that if you were to pluck such flowers out of Papa Emeritus I’s gardens for a quick… bouquet, I believe Sorella Y/N would be most unhappy as they are.. not her favored flowers.” He easily lied with the emotion necessary, bowing his head in feigned embarrassment. The sweat rolling down his temple felt cold, just like his blood would surely feel should either Papas find out of his slip-up.

Copia’s visage lit up like a sky filled with fireworks, eyes sparkling as he shot forward to touch the Ghoul’s shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts.

“Grazie mille, Special Ghoul! Truly, grazie!”

The Cardinal departed hurriedly, almost appearing like he wanted to run to your ‘whereabouts’ but was attempting to remain calm. As soon as his figure disappeared once more around the corner he had come from, the Special Ghoul known as Phil turned, silently cracking open the door to Papa Emeritus I’s chambers.

There it was again, the inexplicably heavy fragrance of Daffodils and Jonquils.

But also, the scent of…

Phil sniffed the air again, luminous green eyes unseeing as his mind attempted to place just where he had become familiar with such a sme-

Suddenly, the Special Ghoul understood as his mind placed where he had smelt such a scent, the hand that lay against the doorknob tightening momentarily before falling away. Oh, how cruel.

Phil knew that soon, nothing of you would remain but the memory of your name.

Yes, your name deserved to be remembered.

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“Terzo.” You silently whispered into the space between the both of you, mind forgetting just how intimate of a position you would appear to be in, should anyone possibly pass by and see the two of you. The only response you received from the man was a brief hum, enough of a sound to let you know he had heard you and was listening, forehead still pressed to your own as the both of you swayed to a song none of you could hear.

“Why is it that you kissed me?”

Even with his eyes closed, the raven-haired Papa knew that your smile radiated warmth and kindness as you awaited his answer, with a patience he felt he did not deserve. It almost felt like an omen, that someone like you would be dealt such a curse, that the very love you felt for someome within the Abbey corroded your body from the inside out, a vicious poison that sought to destroy you, it’s kind and beautiful vessel. Oh, how he wished for his kiss to have worked.

As your words sunk into Terzo’s very marrow, he found himself unable to fully look at you yet. Unwilling, perhaps, was the better word for how he felt; if he were to gaze at you now, would this very moment be the last he ever remembered of you? Of your solemnly beautiful eyes staring back at him, so full of life and emotions and warmth, yet fading as snow faded under the sun’s heat? Or would his mind instead remember the way you clutched at him as you both danced, your body visibly beginning to tire itself out? He tightened his hold around your waist, bringing you closer as his other hand remained in your grasp, supporting more of your weight without causing you to shy away from his hold.

He briefly contemplated lying to you. Well, half-of-a-second briefly, but a half of a second nonetheless. You didn’t deserve that, however, no matter how long he contemplated it. You deserved better. You deserved truth.

“I hoped that… that my kiss would work, that it would heal... Eh, sense my…” He tried, forehead withdrawing from your own as the warm hand clasped against yours moved from your hold, gesturing wildly into the air in an attempt to find his words. A smile once more graced your lips, watching as the Papa abandoned his search, sighing.

“Sense your what, Terzo?” You asked, allowing his hand to return to its previous place against your own. Grateful were you of his perceptiveness, leaning into his hold as your body began to ache, tiredness overcoming you. Of course it did; you’d just slept 3 days and had not yet eaten, water being the only thing that had entered your body.

“Fear.” He suddenly whispered, eyebrows furrowing as if surprised by his own words. He cleared his throat, continuing to sway you left and right.

“My fears, and my hope… to heal you. This sickness, it is smart, no?”

You almost didn’t even register the Papa’s attempt at humor as your mind focused instead on WHAT he’d said.

Terzo, Papa Emeritus III, current leader of the Satanic church you had devoted yourself to, had wanted to save you. He had kissed you in hopes that the sickness that inhabited your very body would sense his desperation and fears, and disappear.

Tears began forming once more as you regarded the man practically pressed up against you, holding more and more of your weight as time went on; he wanted to help you continue to dance along with him, help you remain standing, help you to relax.

“Terzo-“ You choked out, watching silently as realization colored his handsome features before immediately being replaced by panic.

“Basta piangere, va bene Bella? No more crying, sì?” Terzo hurriedly spoke, squeezing both your hand and your waist, as if to accentuate the words he’d spoken. He found he could not stand to see you tear up, to see the pain within your eyes where joy should instead be. Moonlight that slithered in from the tall glass panes above bathed you in a beautiful light, your tears dazzling like fallen stars, almost as if you were about to be called to your- Terzo stopped his thought, unwilling to finish it.

“Come, la mia stella, allow me to heat you up, you’re freezing!”

“It’s almost as if Im lacking a heart beat.” You expressed with a chuckle, intending your comment to be taken with sarcasm, but so too did your comment fall flat, just as Terzo’s had before. Faintly, in the back of your mind, you registered the fact that you did not recognize the nickname he had just uttered.

“That is far from the truth.” Silence once more clung to the both of you as you now stood immobile together, hands still linked together in the air. Terzo regarded you with a sad smile before seeming to flip on himself, grinning like a man about to make the crudest joke ever known to mankind. You knew that smile; it had been the very one he had had whilst asking you so confidently if you were Papa Secondo’s Prime Mover. Now, however, even as he perfectly replicated the smile he had worn four days ago, it was his eyes that betrayed him, betrayed the visage he attempted the keep in place for either your sake, or his own.

“You say you are lacking of a heart beat, but all I see is a hot-“

Papa Emeritus III’s mouth shut instantly as he truly took in the sight of you; before, when seated beside you on the pew, he had not realized what exactly you had been wearing, too immersed in apologizing to you and the revelation of your sickness to notice. But now, as he looked you up and down, the joke about your hot body he had intended on regalling you with dying on his tongue, Terzo blurted out the only thing that flashed within his mind like a giant neon sign.

“Are those Primo’s favorite sleep pants?”

Heat irrupted across your entire body at the Papa’s words whilst you also looked down at yourself, remembering that you were infact wearing Primo’s sleep pants, given to you by the man himself to wear since it was chilly within the Abbey’s walls at night. That they were his favorite, however, was new information.

The normally flamboyant man before you recovered far more quickly then you did, grinning widely as the arm around your waist pulled you in once more, your pelvis practically molded onto his own. The Papa seemed not to notice as he continued on what he had intended on saying.

“Mio fratello’s pants look far more appealing on you, stellina! Perhaps is it because of the lack of cock-“

He’d barely finished his phrase before you groaned out, face scrunching up in embarrassment as you attempted to lean forward, wanting to hide your burning face onto his chest.

Satan, you’d been so distracted by the thought of wearing Primo’s bathrobe that you hadn’t fully realized these WERE a pair of his sleep pants.

“Were you the one that chose those pants, stellina, or did Primo give those to you?” Terzo asked, a smile ever present upon his lips as he continued to sway your body left and right. You failed to notice, however, the sadness that had begun to overtake his visage once more. Dissimilar eyes remained glued to your expression as he remembered a long forgotten promise, words Primo had told him ages ago, when both Secondo and he were but children, seeking out their father figure’s attention before bed.

“Primo, why do you not have a Prime Mover?”

The slap Secondo had hit him on the arm with burned, a hiss exiting his angered brother as a young Terzo regarded him with pain, tears beginning to form within his mismatched eyes.

“Idiot! Do not ask such things!”

Primo, sage and patient far beyond his age, frowned lightly, moving to kneel between his little brothers beds. He reached out, taking hold of Terzo’s little arm, thumb rubbing softly against the red skin that began to form there, attempting to sooth his pain.

“Ah, fratellino, do not be so mean to your brother. He does not understand yet what it means.”

The young Secondo looked down, the air of a scolded child emanating from his little form. Terzo, although only a few months younger than Secondo, turned to his brother, hand outstretched for his brother to hold.

“See, Secondo? Your brother loves you, and only wishes to understand. Now, what do we do when we’ve hurt someone we love?” No matter how much Secondo pretended to be a bitter little child, Primo knew him, knew them both. Too many times had he seen the middle Emeritus son defend their little brother when Nihil lost his temper, unable to watch as their father yelled at Terzo like he wasn’t his own son.

“Sorry…” Secondo whispered, a trait he had taken up when he did not trust his voice, hand moving to hold Terzo’s little hand back.

“There we go. As it should be. Now it is time for bed-“

“But Primo! I still don’t understand why!” Terzo piped up again, eyes wide with confusion as his raven colored eyebrows furrowed, unable to grasp why his eldest brother did not have a wife or a husband or a partner. Secondo grunted out in annoyance, instantly letting go of his brother’s hand. Primo chuckled at the boy’s pettiness, knowing he would grow to become a serious man with little to no patience for the whirlwind Terzo would become.

“Sometimes, having a Prime Mover does not mean you are in love with them, Terzo.” Primo softly spoke, watching as both boys regarded him in confusion. “I have not accepted to have a Prime Mover because I have not fallen in love yet, frattelino. I have not found them, my intended that I hope will become my Prime Mover.”

“When you do find them, how will we know?” Terzo countered, one eyebrow raised as he attempted to understand something.

“An announcement will be made to alllll the people of the Mini-“

“Yes we know that, Primo! That’s not what I meant!” The youngest of the three let out, groaning and whining with a frown as his little feet kicked under his blanket. A petulant child, that’s what he had been at the time, but child nonetheless. A child that wished to understand why his brother spent his nights and days alone while Siblings and Ghouls alike spent their nights together having sleepovers.

“Then think on what you meant to say, Terzo, and try again.” The patience and love in Primo’s tone caused the youngest of the three to nod, taking the task at heart.

Silence surrounded the three brothers before Terzo piped up once more, finally decisive on how to phrase what he truly had meant to ask.

“How will Secondo and I know who you have chosen? Who you have fallen in love with?”

The middle Emeritus son remained quiet as Terzo spoke once more, but his eyes revealed to the Eldest just how in agreement he was with his brother’s words. A rare sight.

“Hm, a smart question indeed…” Primo pondered on the child’s words, mind racing to give them both a satisfactory enough answer for them to finally lay down and sleep for the night.

“How about this: When I will have fallen in love with someone, I will gift them these pants that you both have given to me, and I will ask my love to wear them for all to see. Only you two will know of its significance. How’s that?” Primo tried, hand gesturing to the silken sleep pants he currently wore. There, an easy answer. Now they would surely go to slee-

“That’s stupid. What if you give them to someone to sleep with by accident, or they get stolen?” Secondo grumbled from his little bed, arms crossed over his blanket, dark eyebrows furrowed in doubt. Terzo nodded furiously, lips about to part to surely protest which would further lead to their bedtime being pushed.

“Ah! Would I be so careless as to give my favorite sleep pants to someone I did not love, or allow them to be stolen from under my big nose?”

Unbeknownst to Primo, years into the future, Terzo would remember the words he had whispered to them, a secret shared only between the three of them.

“Oh! Papa Primo gave them to me to wear, seeing how chilly it is here during the night.” You answered, your very words further proven right by the shiver that racked your body.

Hanahaki Disease was a disease caused by unrequited love, was it not? Terzo racked his mind as he attempted to understand how you had come to be in possession of the very pants Primo had told him he would give the person he loved, yet you were still sick. If you loved his brother just as much as he imagined Primo loved you, Terzo doubted that Primo would allow you to suffer like this. That would mean that the person you were in love with was not his brother.

“My fratello is quite knowledgeable, is he not? Perhaps he knows-“ For what felt like the umpteenth, Papa Emeritus III stopped speaking, eyes unseeing as his mind blazed to life, synapses firing as he attempted to understand his own thoughts. Knows. Knows. Did Primo know who you loved, who your heart hammered so furiously for? Was it possible that you had developed Hanahaki Disease because of your perception of someone’s feelings, and not factually about how they felt? Did you perhaps love Primo just as much as he loved you, but were unaware of the man’s feelings, perhaps believing him not capable of falling in love with you?

“Stella mia, your disease, it is a disease of unrequited love, sì? It has to be unrequited for you to be sick?” The third Emeritus son asked hurriedly, voice ringing loudly against the chapel’s walls whilst he tried to get his words out as quickly as possible.

“Shhh! Yes-“ You had barely begun to whisper before the Papa pressed against you stepped back, dragging you along with him, seeming resolute in leaving the chapel to instead go-

“We are going to go confess to the person you love right now!” He exclaimed, a desperately shaky grin forming on his lips. Your eyebrows creased at his words before a frown overtook your visage, heart breaking at the tentative hopefulness coloring his features.

“Papa- Terzo, he doesn’t-“ You tried again, words falling short as he spoke over you.

“Oh, it is a he! He would be a fool to turn you down, bella!” Terzo proclaimed with even more enthusiasm, pulling you along with him as he began walking-

“Terzo-“

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Unrequited Anguish Lose hanahaki inspired piece that came to be after I binged read @jossambird "Rooted In Your Love" . This piece does not follow any key moments from the fic, but Secondo's worry and anguish during this story (chef's kiss) I HAD to draw something for it. Please support Jossambird's beautiful works, i cannot recommend them enough😩! Especially if you are a Secondo stan And I hope to draw another fanart to make justice to your fic, it's one of my faves rn hfoshs

[temerestercore]

What if the Swedes didn't die?

Inspired by this post that @jossambird wrote about the Swedes. This is only the first part about Oscar and there will be another part about Otto soonish (hopefully lol).

The three walked in silence through the dense, misty woods. The only noises were birds twittering on and off and the occasional crunch of leaves or a twig below foot. Every now and then, Axel checked his compass to make sure that they weren’t getting lost. They were searching for Diego, who they had been instructed by the Commission to kill. Their message had given them coordinates that had led them to these woods, and supposedly, to their mark.

Oscar looked up, not entirely sure why he was doing so. He couldn’t help but feel uneasy as he walked along. He didn’t normally feel anxious during missions, but ever since he and his brothers had been sent to this timeline, he had noticed this feeling. They didn’t know much about the siblings they had been sent after, but they knew that each one had certain powers, supernatural in nature. However, the Commission apparently didn’t think that they needed to know what these powers were, just that they existed. But these siblings were obviously nothing like any targets the Swedes had ever been given before. Perhaps this was why Oscar couldn’t help but feel jittery each time they went out after one of the siblings.

When they finally arrived near the exact coordinates they had been given, Axel split off from the other two and slowly circled the edges of the small clearing they had arrived at. Ignoring him, Oscar and Otto started looking for anything out of place until Oscar noticed something stuck in a tree. It was a knife, similar to the ones that Diego had thrown at them before. He cautiously crept towards the tree as Otto looked on.

Suddenly, he felt something pressing against the front of his ankle. He quickly looked down as he took a step back. Otto, noticing his brother’s sudden alarm, stepped forward and pulled Oscar back towards him. This took place in only a few seconds–just as long as it took the landmine in front of them to go off.

Hearing the explosion, Axel raced over towards his brothers. They were lying on the ground and Oscar was wincing in pain. Otto stood up and brushed himself off as he turned towards Axel.

“There was a knife stuck in that tree. He must’ve hit a tripwire while looking at it.” Otto glanced down at Oscar, who was still down on the ground and struggling to get up. Otto bent down and picked his brother up, helping him onto his feet. But as Oscar stood, he yelped in pain. His right shoe was torn to pieces and since his foot appeared to be badly injured, he was struggling to put any weight on it. Otto wrapped his arm around Oscar’s shoulders to support him and helped him limp away from the damage.

“I think we should leave. I don’t think this guy is here and Oscar’s obviously in no shape to be doing anything on his feet right now,” Otto grumbled at Axel.

“Agreed.” Axel picked up Oscar’s gun off the ground, inspecting it for any damage. It was definitely beaten up, but after firing a shot, he determined that it was still good enough to keep. For now. At least until they could return to the Commission’s headquarters and get Oscar a new one. He shoved his map in his pocket and looked at his compass. “This way,” he pointed. The three walked in silence again as they made their way back to their stolen truck.

[jossambird]

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It had been on a Sunday afternoon that Terzo had begun to feel something inside him creeping up his throat.

He was no stranger to the feeling that had begun a week ago, brushing it off as he continued his Afternoon sermon to all the Siblings of Sin and Ghouls in attendance. Briefly, he mused to him of having to go bother his fratello Primo again for herbs that would help him- his mind stopped, eyes zeroing in on your heavenly visage, smiling oh-so softy at him, listening to- listening-

Terzo ripped his eyes away from your gaze at the reminder that he hadn’t been speaking, almost too long of a pause, too awkward.

“Ha ha, perdonami, your Papa did not sleep very well. Too occupied was I in offering sinfully delicious sacrifices to our Lord.” The lie slipped off his tongue as easily as it always did, his fingers moving with practiced precision, as if rubbing against a woman’s gspot, laughing softly as the sound of others laughter joined his.

It was only once his eyes glided back to where you had been seated did Terzo stop grinning, gazing at the sight before him: you were no longer there, your seat at the pew now empty. You had left before his sermon ended, just like you always did.

The tingle within his esophagus continued to climb, a warning the Papa failed to understand, heart beating quickly.

-

The raven haired Papa was glad to be done his Sermon, hand shaking as he drank from the glass of water a Sibling had brought him. Many had begun to comment on how strained his voice appeared to have become over the past few days, as if he had caught a cold, perhaps even a throat virus of some kind.

His mind drifted back to the anomaly that was you, attempting to understand why was it that you always left before the end, as if fearing the ends of his sermons. Did you dislike the words he spoke? Did you perhaps find him to be uninteresting? Did you only come to hear if his empty words held meaning, and when finding none, you left?

A noise resembling the sound of a creaking door pulled the man from his thoughts, turning to see who had re-entered-

In that blink of a second, his mind imagined it to be you; would you standing like a fallen angel, timidly waiting at the door, as if awaiting for an invitation in? Would you smile like you always did when gazing at him, softly, kind, as if your heart warmed at the very sight of him?

His dream swiftly dissolved at the sight of Secondo’s form entering the Chapel, eyebrows furrowed as he entered.

“Terzo, what are you doing? You are pale, perhaps sitting down would be-“

A cough erupted from Papa Emeritus III’s throat, blood exiting from between his painted lips… and something else, something… soft… The man touched his lips, his glove now bloody but he cared not, dissimilar eyes focused on the bloody white petals.

Terzo payed no mind to his brother’s frantic words as he advanced towards him, mismatched eyes instead choosing to continue to stare at the petals he had coughed up, blood staining them oh so prettily, almost as pretty as-

Oh.

now he knows what is the unrequited love

[slptkns]

Games

[Copia/Fem!Reader]

Summary: Copia doesn't let you play his game with him, until suddenly, he's hit with the idea of the century.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!! Cock Warming, unprotected sex, cream pie

Word Count: ~1,300

A/N: First time writing Copia! I adore him... For some reason... all my common sense left while writing this so it's a little fluffy/silly!! (P.S. My requests are open!!) @jossambird

When Copia had decided against playing something you could play with him, you were left lounging in despair beside him. Your groans and whines of sadness filled the air. Eventually, your head hit his shoulder and you looked up at him with wide, sad eyes.

“We could literally play something else,” You pout at him, “Please?”

Suddenly, a lightbulb went off. Copia’s eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘o’. You lit up, thinking he’s thought of something you could play with him.

“I have an idea, mia cara,” He paused his game and placed one of his hands on your hip. You looked down at his hand and back up at him. “Are you wearing underwear?”

You looked down at yourself and back at Copia, as if that answered his question. Your brows furrowed and you nodded at him, “Why, yes I am…?” You end your sentence with confusion. You were wearing an oversized shirt and your underwear, but that was it.

“How about,” He paused, wondering if you’d agree to his proposition, “You take them off.”

“Can I at least ask why?”

He shook his head, “Not yet… It’s a surprise.”

“For you?” You snorted the question out. Once he shook his head again and reassured it was your surprise, you stood up and checked your surroundings. You sighed and grabbed the elastic of the waistband. You pull them down, fast, and kick them to the otherside of the room.

“Now what?” You cross your arms and look down at him.

A goofy grin overtook Copia, and then you realized how hard he was. You could see him through his pants. It’s your turn to grin. You were growing wet just thinking about what Copia had planned. He motioned for you to walk towards him, and you eagerly did so. He began to unbutton his pants. He shimmied them down slightly, along with his boxers and you swallowed hard.

He patted his lap and you bit your lip. You were excited for what was to come. Then Copia decided to get bossy.

“Face the TV.”

You didn’t question him. Not at first. You nodded and positioned yourself above him. His hands moved from his controller and to your hips. He slowly pushed you down onto his cock and you stifled a moan.

You go to position yourself, ready to fuck while he plays his game. Until Copia is holding you still, his head momentarily on your shoulder. “Don’t move, alright mia amore?” You, stunned, can only nod.

Copia grabbed his controller, and hit play. Your eyes cut back to him, your head turning slightly. You watched in confusion as he was basically playing by himself again, this time, you’re just sitting on him.

“Copia,” You tried to control your whining, “What the fuck?”

“Watch me play,” He rested his head on your shoulder again and you blink at him. With a sharp inhale, you nodded quickly.

Your eyes wandered down to his controller and you watched closely as his fingers mashed the buttons. Your mind is quick to think about everything his hands could have been doing to you… He was slightly more sloppy than he was earlier, when he wasn’t inside of you, so you knew you were having some effect on him.

You just had to wait…

You instinctively moved against him, and the game was paused again, his hands on your hips again. “Sit still, and you’ll be rewarded greatly.”

Immediately, you’re still. One of you would break first, and you just knew it would be him. It had to be him.

Taking your mind off the aching inside of you, you tried to watch him play his damn game. He had been asking so kindly, and now you really had no other choice. You began to grow impatient, and suddenly, you felt his hips buck.

You froze. You didn’t immediately react. Copia didn’t seem to register that he moved though. You smiled to yourself, knowing you would win. He wasn’t wrong, you would be rewarded greatly. Especially at the rate things were going.

His hips bucked again, and this time, you did something about it. You, as fast as possible, moved to face him. You picked yourself up and turned yourself towards him. His game did not pause this time, leaving him to lose. He didn’t seem to really care all too much.

“You’re cheating…” You whispered into his ear. You were holding yourself above him, taunting him. “I felt you moving. And that’s not fair.” Copia stared back with wide eyes. “So now, we’re going to be playing by my rules.”

You were slow to lower yourself back onto his cock, and you buried your face into his neck. You nipped and sucked at the exposed flesh. When his hips bucked into you, you let out a loud moan.

“Play your game.” You moaned into his ear, your hips pushing down onto him.

“Mia cara-”

You pulled away from him, and batted your eyes, “Please?”

Without an answer, Copia began to play once again. You decided to go to town immediately. Your hips were grinding into his and your moans were loud and breathy, and all over him. Copia was slowly losing it.

You could hear the button mashing slow, and then stop. You moved back to tell him to keep playing, but before you could even look at him, your back was pressed against the couch and you were staring up at Copia, your turn to be wide eyed.

He stared down at you, a ravenous look in his eyes. His hips were angled against yours and you waited with bated breath for his next move. His hips were swift, pushing against yours instantly. You let out a loud cry of pleasure, your fingers digging into his back and grabbing the fabric of the shirt he still wore.

“Copia,” Your breath caught in your throat, “Fuck!”

“Oh, Y/N,” His forehead pressed against yours, your eyes were shut tight but you nudged back against him, “Fuck, you’re so beautifull beneath me-”

Your hips chased his as he pulled out of you, but he was quick to thrust back into you. You let out another moan, your legs wrapping tight around him.

“Where?” He was quick to ask as he neared his own ecstasy.

He was used to you saying stomach, but he asked every time, in case your answer were to ever change.

Only thinking with your pussy, and not wanting to ruin the shirt you had on, you were quick to answer, “Inside.”

Copia seemed stunned momentarily. But his thrusts picked up pace, becoming sloppier. You were close now too. Your legs wrapped a little tighter around him and you opened your eyes, finding him staring down at you.

“You’re close, Y/N,” He whispered, “cum for me.”

His voice sent you over the edge. You whined underneath him and your eyes screwed shut. Your hips bucked and your body tensed. You were writhing in pleasure under him.

Copia was quick to cum after you. His thrusts were becoming slightly slower, but way sloppier. He came, hard and fast. His thrusts slowed, but he was definitely still fucking you even after cumming. His head fell into your shoulder.

You were seeing stars when you finally opened your eyes. His thrusts stopped, but the both of you stayed still, stayed tangled together for moments more.

“I love you,” You breathed out.

“Ti amo, mia cara,” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

You let him rest for a moment, then quickly remember he does not have a door, “Maybe- We might should-”

“They’ve already heard us,” He pointed out to you. “They won’t bother us…”

“Uh, Copia,” You shifted slightly, looking at him easier, “Can I play next time?” Copia lets out a quiet laugh. “That’s not a no! I’m playing next time!”

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[jossambird]

I have so many goddamn ideas for short fics or blurbs about The Swedes and I am SO shy about posting them because Ive become very aware that my ‘audience’ has grown since I last went INSANE for them

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[slptkns]

Consequences

[Prolouge]

[This is going to be a multi chapter fic! With several endings, one for each Papa!]

Summary: Copia asks you for a favor... One that would be best to refuse, but you can't quite tell him no. Leaving you in a not so ideal situation.

Warnings: Blood, reader uses a knife to cut their own hand, Reader is Witchy

A/N: I was listening to music, as per usual, when an Idea struck me, not as usual, and just had to write it. This is the prologue of that idea! I plan on fleshing this bad by out some (not too much my tiny brain can only handle so much)! This started out as an idea for solely Terzo but then I went Buck Wild and thought "what if all Papas??" @jossambird

Copia stared at you with a longing and hopefulness that you hadn’t seen anyone in your line of work feel in a very long time. Your stomach was in knots and you truly felt ill. You stared back at Copia with concern.

“So…” He trailed off. “You’d be able to bring them back?”

You sighed and ran a hand through your hair, “I- I can’t make any promises.”

That was all he needed to hear from you. “But! There is a chance?”

“There will be consequences if this works!”

“But, it could work!” Copia looked as if he was ready to sprint around you and yell and scream ‘hooray’. You hadn’t even done a single thing yet, and he was already ready to sing your praises.

“Can we just-” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “-get on with this?”

“Of course, cara!”

You gulped and you swore the sound echoed through the room. Copia grabbed your hand and began to pull you down the empty hallway. Normally you would be taking in every little thing surrounding you, but you were making a conscious effort to not do that this time. You wanted to know as little as possible if you happened to get in trouble.

Copia brought you into a large room and you had to immediately stop yourself from being sick. Primo, Secondo, and Terzo lay there. Lifeless. Haphazardly put together and placed in a sort of circle.

“You didn’t do this yourself.”

“No, I had Aether and Mountain help!” He sounded proud of himself.

“What are they going to think-” You stopped yourself and asked what was most pressing to you, “Am I going to die for doing this?”

Copia, instead of answering, moved deeper into the room and motioned for you to follow him. “C’mon cara, this way! We set up a place just for you!” He pointed towards the center of the men.

“Ah, thanks.”

You mumbled a couple 'I'm sorry's as you moved past their lifeless bodies and sat in the middle of the circle. You crossed your legs and placed your hands on your thighs. You looked up at Copia and he gasped, a light going off in his head.

“Here, take this!”

“Holy shit,” You looked at the large knife, “Did you have to get one this big? I mean, a kitchen knife would have worked just fi-” Copia’s stare caught you off guard and you stopped yourself, “This will do, thank you!” You forced a smile and grabbed the large what might as well have been a machete of a knife.

You motioned for Copia to step back. And he gladly obliged, watching you with a smile from across the room. You inhaled and shakily took the knife to your opposite palm. You mumbled a quick prayer to literally whoever was listening to you, in hopes of not dying on the spot when starting the ritual.

You began to speak softly, chanting a spell that you had learned was probably the worst one to purposely use. You dragged the knife down your palm and let out a whine, wincing from the pain. You did not slow your spell though.

In fact, you slowly grew louder.

As soon as a bit of your blood hit the circle lying beneath you, it began to spread. It was quickly replacing the chalk they had used to outline everything for you. You felt something grab a hold of you. Your back arched and your eyes began to roll in the back of your head, and suddenly you weren’t in control anymore.

Your spell grew louder, voices that were not yours taking over, and the room was shifting. Everything was shifting. Copia stood in shock as your hands hit the ground and your nails scraped the concrete floor. You were fighting futilely to gain control back of the situation. To gain control of your own body.

You needed it to all stop.

Your face began to grow warm. Blood dripping from your nose. Your head snapped back and you gasped for air, the chanting suddenly stopping. A scream ripped from your throat. A blood curdling scream. One that made Copia’s hair stand on end.

You fell back onto the concrete and let out another, quieter scream and your entire body tensed. Your eyes returned to normal, you regained control, but the damage was done. A cool, metallic taste hit your tongue and you cried out for help.

Your vision blurred, but you could still see Copia. Or his silhouette. You lied on your side and lifted your head slightly. He began to run towards you, but as soon as he was near you, he froze. You reached up for him and let out another whimper of pain.

“Please… Help…”

Your head fell back against the concrete and as your consciousness faded, you saw movement. You saw a silhouette in front of you. Your heavy breathing slowed and your eyes shut.

“Oh, my-”

A voice you were not familiar with was the one you heard last. A hand touched your side and then a cold you had never felt before enveloped you.

Unknown to you, the ritual had worked, and you had brought back the three Papas just as Copia had asked. And with that, you, and everyone else, would have to face the consequences of your actions and everything that was about to unfold because of you.