#papa emeritus x fem!OC

[canarycolemine]

Vignettes of Paradise

Vignette III

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x Original Female Character

Summary: Copia gazed up at his official portrait, how lonely it looks without his love. His love, however, is in quite the sour mood. Even if she doesn’t see it, his love for her is always visible.

Warning: slightly suggestive material

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Copia had treasured watching the sunset from his luxurious office. A far cry from the cramped office from his Cardinal days. Designed to his humble preferences, with small luxuries - dark, oak wood and rich brown leather couches, chairs, and royal blue curtains, pillows and accents throughout the room. Over the beautiful dark fireplace, his portrait commanded the room.

He objected to his portrait being in his office, something about seeing himself constantly, watching over his actions felt like vanity and generally unnerving. However, the upper clergy reminded him that, indeed, vanity is a sin. In case he forgot what sort of church he was leading.

As he gazed at the portrait, he longed for the day when the painting came down and updated.

How beautiful the portrait would be once his Evie joined him. Could the artist capture the way the sun shined in her eyes - showing the complexities of her eyes? Would it catch the perpetual flush to her cheeks? Oh how he hoped they would.

One day, he would not be worried about his visage watching his work; his lover would watch over him.

Lost in thought at the portrait, Evie stormed into the room, immediately alerting Copia that something was wrong. How sweet she normally was, now utterly grumpy!

Her nose scrunched as she planted herself on Copia’s couch. Copia had learned better than to comment on how adorable she looked when she was mad. Still, though, her sour mood worried him.

“My love, what’s wrong?” He asked, sitting next to her.

“Oh!! I’m so mad!” She started. “And no advice right now, I just need to be heard.”

“You have my word, tell Papa what’s wrong.”

“All day long! People have been staring at me! At the infirmary people would not look me in the eyes, but they wouldn’t stop staring at me! It was infuriating. And when I talked to Diana, she did it too.” She began, already raising her voice.

“I asked her, ‘what, do I have something on my face?’ And she was like, ‘nope, not at all, Evie.’ And then she laughed. I was just so busy, I had no time to think, but every time I spoke to someone or walked past someone, they would just stare at me. Then they would start giggling and someone said, ‘hey Evie, how’s old Papa doing?’ What does that have to do with my face!”

“Evie…” Copia began to interject.

“No, I’m not done.” She said, smiling only a flash, reassuring him that she was certainly not frustrated with the aforementioned Papa! “And I love you so very much, obviously, but I would hate to think that people think I get everything I want here just because we’re, you know, boyfriendgirlfriend.”

“Oh amore! That is not true!”

“How do I know that, I can’t ever tell what people are thinking. And why do they see my face and immediately think of you!”

“Perhaps, ah sorry, are you ready for the advice?” Copia hesistated.

“Maybe, but what could you say that would help me understand what people are thinking?”

“Eh, maybe I could show you?”

Copia grabbed her hand, hoisting her up, as they headed to their shared bedroom. Evie had a confused expression at the sudden change of scenery.

“Copia, why are we going over to the bedroom?” Evie became even more confused, convinced that fucking would not really help her mood.

“No more words, amore. Just follow me.”

He led her to the en-suite bathroom, guiding her, holding her hand.

Before they stepped much further into the bathroom, he paused, turning to her.

“I know why the siblings were staring at you all day. And it’s not because of your radiant beauty, although it stops me dead in my tracks. It is not because we are involved, and certainly, you are not given any advantages simply because of that. You work very hard, Evie, do not discredit yourself.”

A pout grew on her face, as her eyes began to well. He gently guided her into the room, turning her towards the mirror. Evie half expected a lesson in self-love. But as she began to take in her reflection, she saw the two of them. She was still dining her habit and veil, but she took in her face.

Her eyes immediately followed to her forehead.

“Oh.” She quietly said. Her expression changed suddenly.

Squarely on her forehead, a prominent black kiss mark was unmissable.

“Oh.” She repeated.

She recalled Copia kissing her forehead this morning; she was running late and left just as Copia was finishing his paints for the day.

Copia was sure that Evie would eventually wipe away the mark. But alas, here it remained, a half a day later. In pristine condition. She didn’t even notice it.

“Oh, I am not very smart, copia.”

“Ah, of course you are, my Evie! You have said it before, you have book smarts and maybe less of the street smarts.”

Evie giggled for the first time in hours.

“Perhaps when we make our clergy portrait, you can have a little kissy mark on your forehead, then, too, heh?”

“Oh you wouldn’t dare!” She teased back.

That evening, Copia ensured that she had plenty of matching kiss marks all over her body.

[luciferscowgirl]

Okay, let’s make this a ✨masterlist✨

My most recent/ongoing work:

Never to Return - Catholic virgin fem OC x Cardinal Copia (let’s call it a slowburn maybe?) // most recent chapter here 🔞

(If you want to be included in a tag list concerning this ongoing series, hmu!)

My most recent one shot: here

Dom Cardinal Copia:

In the name of Distraction - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he is a brat tamer in this.)

La piccola morte - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he helps you deal with a bad dream in his own ways.)

You and Me and the Devil makes Three - 2nd person fem POV x fem oc x Cardinal Copia (he likes to watch you watch him. A threesome.)

“This might’ve been a little bit too much” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is not amused and he’s going to punish you for it.)

“Mangiamo!” - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a bit switchy in this, but that’s your fault.)

One Morning with Cardinal Copia - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s a soft dom in this, and he woke up horny.)

Lay all your Love on me - 1st person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (flash fic. He’s a soft dom and makes sure to kiss you properly before he goes all the way)

Morning Indulgence - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (a lovely somno fic. You wake up needy for the Cardinal. Soon, the two of you are busy waking each other up.)

Showtime - 2nd person fem POV x Papa/Cardinal Copia (established relationship. Copia is a lil jealous and wants to show you who you belong to. He also likes boxing, as it seems.)

One out of Three - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia x Special Ghoul (established relationship with Cardinal Copia. You two are getting a little freaky with a Ghoul. Copia takes the reins in this little adventure of yours. It’s also very gay in a way.)

Your Infernal Majesty - 3rd person fem x Cardinal Copia/Dracopia (CW/TW: NonCon stuff! | Year 1350. A young, untouched woman follows the mysterious Cardinal back to his mansion out of sheer curiosity, and what happens is something she is not going to remember.)

The Wedding - 2nd person fem x Cardinal Copia (TW/CW: mentions of alcohol consumption. | Basically the two of you attend a wedding and get freaky in public. Established relationship. Copia talks dirty. He teases. He edges. He’s a sexy asshole in this one.)

Little Miss Innocent - 1st person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (oc is super bratty. Kind of a rage fuck. Copia is upset and makes her pay for it.)

Play The Way You Feel It - 2nd person fem pov x Cardinal Copia (CW/TW: dubious consent! | Copia is plagued by some dreams he’s been having. His fleshlight isn’t enough to mend the yearning…)

Sub Cardinal Copia:

An ice-capped Fire - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (Copia is a whiny, pleading little whore in this short one shot.)

Divine you feel my Thrust - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (he’s whiny again. And also, you indulge in some nice butt stuff.)

In return, you gave them Hell - Copia‘s POV x 3rd person female OC (power struggle. It contains some pole dancing. And restraints.)

Papa Emeritus IV:

For a Minute - 2nd Person female POV x Papa Emeritus IV (let’s find out what happens on that couch during Miasma, huh? Disclaimer: possible ghovie spoiler)

Ficlets:

Letters from Copia - Cardinal Copia POV x 2nd person gen. (Copia writes you a letter while he’s away on tour. Please be so kind and open it, he’s yearning and needs you to read it.) M-Rated.

Fics with more than one chapter:

If I could turn back the Time… - 2nd person fem POV x Cardinal Copia (my first fic ever. Never intended to write more than one part. I add to them whenever I see fit. // Reader basically meets her old flame after ten years of not having been able to see him.)

Until you’re Mine - 2nd person fem POV x Dracopia ! (Reader goes on an adventure to meet the Cun-, the Count and it’s oddly Bram Stoker’s Dracula coded.)

Never to Return - 3rd person catholic virgin OC POV x Cardinal Copia (Alice is a catholic woman who lives a pious life, well, does she really? Because one errant night, she meets a mysterious, satanic man who’s gonna help her with exploring new shores…)

The Wedding - 2nd person female POV x Cardinal Copia (The Cardinal and you are invited to your cousin’s wedding. Copia didn’t want to go, but after a little negotiation you managed to bring him with you. You didn’t think he’d actually do what he wanted to do, though…)

My Wattpad account:

I’m slowly but surely transferring all my fics from Wattpad to AO3 so there might still me some which I haven’t uploaded on AO3 yet, like this one for example.

Copia is quite the violent dom in there.

Thank you all for reading my silly little stories! 💓💓💓

Here’s a photo of the man I am definitely not obsessed with 🤥:

[anamelessfool]

Hello, I am A Nameless Fool.

30+. She/Her. I'm writing a massive Ghost AU because I'm insane. (And other stuff)

They have no time to consider what the Void is. All they understand is that it is Hungry. And they are the only two previously human beings that can ensure the health of their charge. They are the single line of defense at the border of Void and Not Void.

Scenes from the Void ( Ghost Band Eldritch Horror AU) AO3 Series Link

Feel free to read them in any order you like. I'm adding fics of each Papa, with a variety of emotional tones and subjects. They all revolve around a larger overarching plot.

Current Major Fic Projects

WIP Oversee Us (Fallout 2024)

Cooper "The Ghoul" Howard x Outlaw Fem! Reader, Enemies to friends to lovers, bondage (con/non-con), Mystery, horror, action, Canon-typical Gore, Your Boyfriend Is Turning Into a Zombie, more tags on AO3

You're not running away from your sins, you're running towards the truth. Your crime is catching up with you and the caps are racking up. Some cheery bounty hunter is hot on your trail and basically unstoppable. You're doing everything to survive in the topside Wasteland, even if it means going along with the monster.

WIP Violence & Gentleness

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

LATE OCTOBER 1979 Primo has his work cut out for him as the bodyguard of the beautiful and fearsome Mater Emerita Jocasta. As mystery after mystery unfolds, it becomes harder to remain a honest man in this den of thieves called the Ministry. (Title graphic by @ghuleh-recs )

Ghouls and Lore

Blackened Feathers OC | Horror, Lore

Resurrection Reader & Papa (Any) | Ritual Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

The Garden Nameless Ghouls, Terzo/Omega | SFW (strong language), Family Bonding, Dark Magic, Trippy, Adventure, Family Drama, Secret Relationship, Nonbinary Ghouls

Ongoing WIP Bestiary Nameless Ghouls (Canon and OC) | Ficlets 18+, Dark Magic, Alternate History, Weird Lore, Historical References, Other OC Papa Emeritus/Mater Emerita

Ongoing WIP Domestics Entire "Emeritus" Family and Church | Ficlets 16+, Domestic Fluff, Angst and Fluff, Humor, Slice of Life

Terzo x Omega

The First and The Last Terzo/Omega | Dark Romance, Ritual Magic, Trippy Weirdness

Reciprocity Terzo/Omega | Artist Model, Photography, Tender Moments, Body Worship, Oral Fixation, Cardiophilia

Ribbons & Ties Terzo/Omega | Domestic Fluff, Established relationship, Weddings Bring Out Your Fear of Commitment

Copia x Cardinal Marian (OC)

Sweeter Red Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, demi Copia, Bittersweet

All the Stops (Sweeter Red Sequel) Copia/OC | Fluffy Romance, bdsm, Bittersweet

Tilted Copia/OC, Terzo/Omega | Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Repressed Memories, Secret Relationships, Long-term Relationship

Wanna Bewitch You Copia/OC, Terzo/OC, Nameless Ghouls, Emeritus Family| Adventure, Dark Magic, Ghouls, Trippy Weirdness, Dark Past, Long-term Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Formalwear

Valentine's Day 1985 Young Copia & Primo | Brotherly Affection, Domestic Fluff, Valentine's Day, Hurt/Comfort, My Art

Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family

For One Creature's Sake Primo & Copia | Phobias, Family Drama,Young Cardinal Copia, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Hurt/Comfort, Terminal Illness

WIP Violence & Gentleness Primo x OC Papessa, Primo & Family| Family Drama, Young Primo, Whump, Protective Older Brother, Brotherly Affection, Action Adventure, Mystery, Noir, Late 1970s, OC Nameless Ghouls

Interlude: In Orbit Always Primo x OC Nameless Ghoul (Edelweiss Ghoul | FWB, One Bed Trope, Psychic Ties, Dreams, Somniphilia, First Time, Friends BUT MORE

Secondo & Family

Maestro Sister Imperator & Young Secondo, Young Terzo | Ritual Magic, Sibling Rivalry (done for the @petrifyingpapas challenge May '23)

WIP Crossroads Secondo & Terzo, Secondo & Family | Ritual Magic, Horror, Trippy Weirdness, Brother Angst, Father & Son, Family Drama

Extra (Outside of The Scenes from the Void AU)

Call Me Papa IV & GN! Reader | SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Hugs, Cardiophilia, Comfy Read, Papa IV Reassures You Everything Will Be Okay

One Shot Papa IV & GN! Reader | Silly Fic, PG-13 Fun, Overly Dramatic, Concert Experience

Tights Papa IV x GN Reader | Fishnets, Body Worship, Massage, Sensual Play, Foot Play, Foot Job, Light D/s, Established Relationship, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

WIP No Deal Papa Nihil x Fem! Reader | 1970s, Music References, Recreational Drug Use, Oral, Shotgunning, Nihil Being Father of the Decade, Surprise Ending

VIII Strength Papa IV x Gen Reader | Dom Sub Dynamic, Established Relationshop, Power Play, Body Worship, Bondage

100 Percent Papa IV x GN! Reader | Caring for Illness, established relationship, domestic bliss, injury recovery, coziness

Housekeeping Notes

I sometimes announce I'm doing fic or doodle requests. They are PG-13. I do not post NSFW works on tumblr, please read them through AO3 and keep them on AO3. I DO really love talking about writing and meeting other writers, so please don't be shy. NEMA

About Me 👇👇👇

I love: Clive Barker, John Bellairs, Mervyn Peake, Shirley Jackson, Terry Prachett, David Lynch, David Cronenberg

Other Hobbies: Larping, Sewing, BJD, witchcraft, wandering around the woods

Current Favorite Albums to Write to:

[angellayercake]

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Eating with the sinners AO3 | Tumblr

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

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From this slumber you shall wake AO3 | Tumblr

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

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Banchetto AO3 | Tumblr 

Papa III x Fem Reader | Explicit | WIP 

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Last Bow AO3 | Tumblr

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

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Sam and the Series of Disastrous Dates AO3 | Tumblr

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

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

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

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Pomegranate Noir AO3 | Tumblr

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

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Si Padrona AO3 |  Tumblr

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

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Worship AO3 | Tumblr

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

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The One With The New Years Party AO3 | Tumblr

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

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

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

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

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

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[vanaglori-ah]

vanaglori-ah’s masterlist

Writing

Bombshell - Henrik x Fem MC

AO3 Link

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Under the Stars - Priya x GN Reader

AO3 Link

Post

Uniform Fitting - Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

AO3 Link

Post

A Treatment for Loneliness - Papa Nihil x GN Reader

AO3 Link

Post

A Ghastly Arrangement - Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

AO3 Link

Post (Part 1?)

Beach Break - Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

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Glide Gently - Papa Emeritus IV x GN Reader

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Head Canons

LITG S2 

Personal Head Canons

OC Things

Emma - LITG S2 MC

Profile

Relationship to Other Islanders

Post Love Island

Chelsea’s Murder Mystery

Emma & Podcasts

Social Media

Moodboards - Famous / On the Island

Lan - LITG S5 MC

Profile

MC App - Tagged

Checkpoint - Tagged

Relationship to Other Islanders

Stacie & Viv - LITG S6 MCS

Profile

Relationship to Other Islanders

[canarycolemine]

Vignettes of Paradise

Vignette 1

Pairing: Papa Emeritus x Original Female Character 

Summary: Copia comforts Sister Evie, stressed from long days of work and dreaming of domestic bliss. 

AO3 link!

Pictured above: Demon and Tamara (1889) Konstantin Makovsky

The sun had long since set, the moonlight hidden behind a thick cover of cloud. A night, felt solidly in Sister Evie’s eyes.

The infirmary was abuzz with patients, never providing a moment of relief for the young woman. On her feet for hours long stretches, Evie longed for her rest since high noon.

She had recently moved into the Papal suites from her small dormitory, and yet, a single evening she was not granted to be with her lover. Understanding of Copia’s obligations, she wanted to make it home before him, at least to have a sweet dinner and cuddle before bed. The domestic bliss of a nighttime routine was not yet granted to her. But how she wanted it.

She hardly registered the tears falling from her eyes as she reached the shared suite. Whether they were tears of exhaustion or of missing her love, a sniffle brought her to reality.

The heavy oak door opened slowly, cautious to avoid excessive noise, hoping not to awake Copia from his sleep.

The low glow of a slowly extinguishing fireplace was the only source of light in the brilliant foyer. Certainly Copia was asleep.

She hadn’t expected him to be up, it would be unfair, but she wanted to hold him, to see him. A pouty frown crossed her face.

Less than gracefully dropping her work bag, discarding her veil on top. Normally, her neat nature would make her cringe by not depositing her laundry in an appropriate place. But today, fatigue wore on her last principles of cleanliness.

Her long black hair, tightly braided and bunned now unpinned- letting the tension fall from her scalp. A gentle tingle fell down her spine, letting her have some relief. She began the oft more relaxing process of removing her braid. Her movements were halted by a strong grasp on her shoulder. In her moments of reprieve, she didn’t register her lover walking into the room.

The grasp on her shoulder turned her around.

Copia gazed upon his lovely. He took in the sight of her reddened eyes, from fatigue and slightly puffed from tears likely. His face fell looking at her exhausted state. But such a sweet smile crossed her tired face, just to see him, just the relief she needed.

Copia’s face was equally tired, remnants of his papal paint long removed lingered in the tight junctions of his aged eyes. How Evie wished to wash his face herself, just to tenderly wipe away his obligations and the stress of his role. Silently, she cupped the man’s face in her hands, as he snaked his hands around her waist, pulling her close.

Gently, as if he was made of glass, surely shattering if she slightly let go, she made small circles around his cheeks.

“Hello, cara mia.”

“Hi, Papa” she gently said, hardly above a whisper. How she adored him. “I’m sorry I’m late.” And her face fell, suddenly allowing the fatigue to affect her emotions. Her eyes water, a small lump building in her throat.

Copia pulled her head to his chest and began to rock her, as small streams fell from her eyes.

“It’s okay, my Evie. You’re home now.” He didn’t shush her, didn’t attempt to stop her tears. A keen understanding of her feelings. To validate her. She needed to cry, he would be here to hold her through it.

A few minutes passed.

“I’m sorry, my love, I wanted to be here with you.” She choked.

“You’re here now, yes? Then it is okay!” He said so quietly, just to her.

“I just… want to spend an evening with you. Get ready for bed, be here for you. I missed you so much today. I’m sorry, Copia, I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be apologizing for, Evie. You have been so busy, the siblings in the infirmary need you! Who else would be treating the gonorrhea that Terzo gives them!”

She chuckled, feeling a lightness return.

“That’s patient confidentiality, Copia. I cannot disclose that information to you.” She teased.

“Papa is a slut, he does not keep that confidential.” Copia eased her, he pulled her face away from his chest, getting a proper look at her. “I love you, my Evie.”

“I love you, my Copia.”

“Let’s go to bed.” He lifted her in his arms, sliding his hands under her knees and back. She snaked her arms around his neck.

Here she was, his whole world in his arms. And so he held the whole world in arms as they returned to their bedroom. Carefully, slipping her into her pajamas - she wanted one of Copia’s old shirts. It was so comfortable, being surrounded by him. All of it.

He held her close to his chest, she fell quickly asleep to the steady heartbeat of the man she loved most of all. And there he kept her, holding her as if she was going to slip away if he even loosened his hold.

This was their love. So alive in the quiet. Heaven could offer no greater paradise.

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I hope you enjoyed and don’t mind learning more about Copia and Evie’s relationship!

[canarycolemine]

Arrival of Ostara

(picture from pinterest) 

Summary: Sister Evie is a gentle and nurturing Sister of Sin. As the end of year examinations arrive, Evie confronts her lack of lustful activities and her future role in the Church of Satan.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45830722/chapters/115341139

my first fic :*) 

Word Count: 3284

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Chapter One:

Springtime at the ministry arrived like a warm embrace. Mornings still cold enough to make a Sibling of Sin remain in the comfort of their bed; afternoons just warm enough to tickle their skin so pleasantly. Comfortable, pleasant, nestled in between in the extreme seasons.

All the less pleasant was the yearly exams. All lower level clergy members were required to pass 4 years worth of exams in order to be officially advanced in the clergy. After the first year, most novices would expect to be fully baptized, given they were over the age of 21. In addition to the tasks, jobs and chores each sibling was assigned, studying for exams could inspire sloth in even the most faithful.

For the two weeks leading to exams, the Abbey was eerily quiet - haunted even. The infirmary had a historically low week of condom distribution. Siblings of Sin huddled in the libraries into the even quieter hours of the night. Meals kept simple to lessen the load on the siblings assigned to kitchen duties. Sister Imperator was even gracious to the sisters of the infirmary to grant them reduced hours; graduated siblings assumed more menial tasks all to the betterment of the younger ones.

A sense of dread followed the third year siblings during these deceptively sweet weeks of spring. It was well known that the third year test was by far the most difficult. Latin, Demonology, History of the Occult, and Numbers and the Mystic Virtues Index, by far more topics than any year, by far the most challenging. While the ministry did not hold individuals back from living in the Dark Faith due to poor grades, they certainly improved a siblings’ chances of promotion within the faith and ability to participate in advanced rituals.

Sister Eve and her fellow pack of third year sisters followed suit to the feeling of dread. Evie, as she preferred to be called, had the highest marks of any fellow sibling in her year. Whatever pride she felt from her work, she did her best to help tutor her sisters and brothers. Her teaching was supportive and kind; she believed in the innate intelligence of all of her siblings, regardless of their performance on exams. She believed in the good of the flock.

This year’s exam period, however, was different. How Evie wished could have felt the sweet morning sun warm her skin for early morning studying, how she wished she could sit with a fellow sibling to help them understand all manner of dark arts, and more than all, she wished she could give back to her beloved church.

She nearly sobbed asking Sister Imperator to reduce her hours at the infirmary; Evie loved to nurture other siblings back to health. She also loved hearing all the juicy details of their lustful escapades, in what she described her favorite reality television show - “Sex Sent Me to the Ministry’s ER.” She was far too shy in intimate affairs to seek out lust of her own. At least, that’s what she told everyone. So, she kept those intimate secrets in a darker part of her mind, only to be brought out in the solace of her bedroom at night. Quietly, she would sliver her hand down to her most private places to pretend she, too, shared the sweet sin. She did not want to admit it, but she felt envy at the others.

But at least during exam season, Evie wouldn’t have to dwell on the enriching stories her fellow sisters gave her.

The days were long, the nights even longer. Heaviness set in the young siblings’ eyes, more each day. Evie was no expectation, despite her standings in grades.

The night before the exams were to begin, the third year siblings gathered in the library’s study rooms, holding each other accountable to go to bed at a reasonable time.

“I feel like I haven’t fucked in ages. I’m getting all antsy!” Sister Francesca blurted out during a break. “Going this long without an orgasm makes me feel like I’m gonna burst.”

“You haven’t even, um, ‘taken care of business’ by yourself, Frankie?” Evie questioned.

“We share a room, Evie, you would know if I ‘took care of business.’” Francesca teased back.

“I suppose that’s true.”

The group sat in the ever darkening room for a few moments, simply enjoying the stillness.

“When all the exams are done, I’m running tits first to Papa III’s office. I don’t care if he’s in a meeting, on the phone, or communing with Satan, he’s gonna fuck the smart right out of me.” Franceseca sighed out.

Fellow sisters mumbled their agreements.

“He’s gonna run out of sperm, poor guy.” Sister Katie shook her head. “Cause he’s gonna have to fuck us all.” A pause. “Maybe except Evie.”

Evie suddenly looked sadly at Katie, “Huh? I’m not a hottie?” She jutted out her lower lip to hide her slightly hurt feelings.

“No, no Evie, you’re a total hottie. But you know what I mean, you don't have sex, it's no big deal, right?.” Katie reassured, taking a sip of her water. She cleared her throat. “I mean, anyone would have sex with you, but you just, you know, never ask anyone.”

“Don’t think Papa III wouldn’t fuck you, too. I know he would! I’ve seen the way Papa III looks at you, Evie. He practically drooled over the desk, when you read your poem about Eve last month.” Frankie chimed in. “If I remember correctly, he said something along the lines of ‘Ah! Sorella, such a sweet story about the mother of sin, Eve, just like-a you! You could take a bite of me, like I was the apple that led you astray.’' Frankie said with her strongest Italian accent, with a gratuitous amount of chef’s kiss hand gestures.

Evie chuckled at the memory. “Yes, I do recall the look in his eyes when I spoke about Eve and the serpent sharing an, ahem, intimate moment.”

“But after class, we walked out together. Papa asked you to spend the evening with him, but you said no!” Katie interjected.

“Hey!! But I also said that you were free for the evening, and if I recall correctly, I heard you screaming his name from the sibling’s dorms basically all night.”

“Oh, I remember, and thank you for that. '' Katie said with a smile, her serious demeanor returned. ”But my point still stands: we all know you want to fuck and that is certainly in no short supply here.”

“Fair enough.” Evie breathed out. “I guess, I don’t know, I’ve been busy? Okay, maybe that’s a lie. But I am busy.” Starting an internal debate in her mind, clearly showing by the rapidly changing facial expressions, Evie continued. “I don’t know. I guess I want to wait for the moment to be right, with the right person. I love Papa III, but I just don’t know if that’s right.” In her heart, she knew exactly who was the right person, but her mind knew she could never say it out loud.

“Well, you think on that, hon.” Frankie said with a yawn. “In the meantime, I think if Numbers of the Mystic Index isn’t ingrained in our brains by now, it probably never will be. I vote we call it a night, and leave it in Satan’s hands.”

The group nodded in agreement. Sleep would be for the best, even if it never came.

Not a single third year sibling slept more than a few minutes that night. Morning arrived painfully, each sibling aware of its presence and their lack of sleep.

The third years silently made their way to the dining hall for a zoned out breakfast. Blank stares, hot coffee. If not for lack of sleep, most siblings would certainly be having some form of anxiety attack.

Evie, herself, recalled sitting down with a full plate of food and then she looked down to an empty plate, what felt like mere moments later. She had no recollection of eating, only knowing a full feeling in her stomach.

It was going to be a long day.

And a long day it was! An exam, lasting no less than six hours, filled the day.

The night was filled with slightly more sleep and a slightly less full feeling brain. The next three days were much the same. The group of sisters shared no words, simply silenced by lack of sleep and overworking of their brains.

The final exam was on Numbers of the Mystic Index, by far the most complicated subject. Walking out of the exam in the twilight of the day, many third years shared silent, exacerbated facial expressions that simply said “why the fuck was that exam the last one?”

Brains empty, bodies nearly giving out. All of the abbey’s students proceed to their dormitories. They would be celebrating the end of their exams, as they had planned, but no sibling was in a state to continue being awake.

The upper clergy was gracious to suspend the typical morning wake up call for the students, in a celebration of the end of exams. Most siblings slept dreamlessly through the night, waking up according to their bodies' satisfaction.

Evie came into consciousness slowly, peering over at Francesca, who was similarly coming to.

“Frankie?”

“Ungh?”

“Do you wanna know what my favorite sin will be today?”

“Ungh?”

“That’s right. Sloth.”

“Ungh.” Frankie grunted before drifting back into a patterned breathing, slipping back into sleep.

The morning was peaceful. Most siblings were able to take in the soft spring sun for the first time in the season. The birds of the abbey cheerfully sang, as laughter and chatting filled the old walls once again.

Evie took the opportunity to walk by herself throughout the property. Walking over to the gardens, smelling the new blooms. It was nearly noon when she made her way back inside. She wandered the various halls of the abbey. Mindlessly, she walked through the upper clergy office. She found a large bay window that could oversee most of the abbey’s expansive property - the gardens, the square, the forest lawn where most siblings sat under the trees, now at ease. She let out a breath that felt like it was kept in for a fortnight. She was at home.

“Sister Eve!” boomed a domineering, feminine voice behind Evie.

Evie snapped her head to follow the sound of the call. Sister Imperator was standing on the staircase next to the window. Evie curtseyed politely to her superior.

“Hello Sister!” she smiled at the older woman. Sister Imperator was a hardened woman, but little Evie always melted a part of her heart. She could never be too harsh to Evie.

“Evie,” Imperator corrected herself, to address the inferior by her preferred nickname. It suited her better anyway. “How are you doing, following your exams?”

“Better now that they’re finished. I feel like I can breathe again.” Evie chuckled. “But by Lucifer, that Numbers exam nearly sent me to the grave.” Evie attempted to joke. When Imperator didn’t respond or laugh in return, Evie flashed a large toothy smile.

Again, Imperator broke her hardened façade at the sweet sibling. “Oh Evie, what are we going to do with you?”

Evie relaxed. She was somewhat aware of the effect she had on Imperator, although she was not aware of how dearly she was regarded by the older woman.

“Now, Evie, I understand that you are taking the day to recover. However, we did need to have a discussion with you, immediately.” Sister suddenly serious.

“We?” Evie tilted her head.

From behind her, Papa I appeared. His aged face, freshly painted in papal fashion.

“Oh! Hello Papa!” Evie said kindly.

Followed quickly, Papa II appeared. His harsher skull paint made him look all the more intimidating.

“Hello Papa!” Evie said, undeterred by the imposing man.

Imperator grinned at the girl, as Papa III strutted into view, his dandy features enhanced by the sharpness of his papal paints.

“Hello Papa!” Evie’s smile, ever growing.

Her superiors fondly gazed down at her from the top of the staircase, each quietly chuckling to themselves. The new Papa IV appeared, face painted as a rat’s skull.

“Hello Papa!” Evie continued her sweet cadence.

“Hello Eve!” The four men smiled at her.

Evie looked at Sister Imperator before focusing back on the leaders of the church. “You can call me Evie, that’s what my friends call me!”

“Ah, Evie! That is what they call you, I remember.” Papa I said nearly to himself. “A pleasure to finally meet your acquaintance, Sister.” A small nod of acknowledgement from Papa II at the new name. Evie could almost see a ghost of a grin appearing on the older man’s face.

“Thank you, your Dark Excellencies, the very same to you!” Evie politely returned.

“Mio fratello, I know this one! She gave an excellent oral presentation not long ago. I had the privilege of seeing it first hand.” Papa III winked at Evie, the innuendo not lost on him. “A poem, I should say, for her prose project. Simply remarkable work.”

Papa IV smiled, but he remained quiet, eyes transfixed on the sister below.

Evie scrunched her nose at the compliment but smiled nevertheless. “Thank you, Papa!”

“Thanks is mine, little one.”

Sister Imperator cleared her throat, indicating a transition in discussion “Now Evie, we needed to speak with you. Would you be able to meet with us now?”

“I suppose that depends, Sister” Evie gazed, wide eyed at her. “Do you have tea?”

“Yes, we have tea, Evie.”

“Okay, I could be persuaded.”

“Come along, then, follow us.”

Evie made her way up the stairs, her heart rate growing faster by the moment. She had never been this close to any of the other Papas, let alone speak with any of them privately. A simple nod at mass, or Papa III’s attempt at seducing her - all public niceties.

Finally at the top of the stairs, Evie was eye level with the highest clergymen of the church. She could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. Looking to the ground, slightly overwhelmed by the realization, her small smile returning again.

Reaching out to grab her hand, Papa IV began his introduction with a small kiss on her knuckles. “Sister, we go to my office, eh?” Looking at the fellow leaders for approval, Papa IV moved his arm to lock with Evie’s, as if he was her personal escort.

No matter the subject of discussion, Evie could die happy right now.

The upper clergy offices were larger but no more decadent than clergy members in lower standards. This was the satanic church, there was some level of equality they wanted to maintain.

Evie was nonetheless taken aback by her current situation. She was fairly confident she was beet red and everyone could hear her heartbeat. She stole a glance at the man, walking her in stride. He glanced back at the young woman, winking and grinning ever slightly. Papa IV was certainly striking in his features. Classically handsome, but easily decades older than her, she felt an unfamiliar feeling. One that she quickly tried to put away in her mind. “No, Evie, this is the highest ranking member of the church, don’t think about him like that, at least not right now,” she thought to herself.

The small group arrived at a large wooden oak door at the end of the hall. Sister Imperator opened the door for the group, allowing the older three Emeritus brothers entrance into the current Papa’s office.

Evie, still locked arms with Papa, took in the sight of the office. The ceilings are much higher than most other offices, filled with bookshelves, a small sitting area with a fireplace, currently extinguished. One large window let the sun shine through the room. Evie looked, open mouth at the academic, rustic qualities of the office. It was not opulent; it was studious, organized, but so very comfortable.

The young sister had not noticed how fondly Papa IV gazed at her, while she took the space in. After sufficient time spent in his view, he led her over to a leather chair, sitting in front of his own large desk. Evie unlocked her arms, however reluctantly, and curtsey to her superior before sitting the firm brown leather.

All very suddenly, the young woman was pulled out of her haze. “Evie, we needed to speak with you in regards to your exams.” Evie’s heart nearly dropped at the sentence.

“Oh. Is… everything okay?”

Sister Imperator elected to stay standing, while the Emeritus brothers scattered themselves among the other chairs of the room. The older woman’s posture straightened. “Evie, I’m sure you are aware that the third year exams are designed to be the most challenging, correct?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Evie felt unfamiliarly nervous about her grades.

“These exams are critical to determining your future here. You know this well.” The Imperator's tone had suddenly taken a deadly serious tone. It’s effect on Evie now causing a lump to form in her throat. “In fact, it was designed this way. We need to test all Sibling’s dedication to the faith, will they stay or will they stumble? In this regard, the grade is inconsequential.”

“Can’t you see the poor girl is nearly trembling, spare her the anxiety, Imperator.” The Second Emeritus brother cooly said.

“Evie, the third year exams are made to be impossible to pass.”

The young woman’s eyes scanned the room in confusion, the Sister’s message unclear to her. After a moment, Evie squeaked out, “So I failed?”

“No.” The Imperator's tone was still serious, however, now softening at the revelation. “Evie, you got nearly a perfect score on an examination that’s damn near impossible for a Papa to pass.”

“Oh!” the young woman quietly chirped.

“I know you well, your dedication to your learning, to the Church and to your siblings has never been lost one me. You are a sinner with so much integrity, sister.” Imperator continued, “We needed to discuss your future here, directly with you.” The older woman peered over to the currently reigning Papa, who was now seated behind his desk. “Papa?”

“Sorella,” started the rat-skull painted man, “you will be treasured here, as long as you are willing to stay.” His small affirmation brought further peace to Evie. “It is our belief that you will be a valuable asset to the upper clergy. I would like for you to personally assist me in a ritual arriving soon.”

Evie was sure that she had died and gone to Hell. After a moment of disbelief, she probed, “what kind of ritual?” She tried to sound as innocent as possible, but the voice in the back of her mind had hoped it was of a particular nature.

“Summoning.” Papa IV said calmly. “I do not want to frighten you, little one, but you have shown yourself to capable of so much. I want to know how much you are capable of." Evie attempted to maintain an unchanged face, but deep down, her soul was burning at the older man's words. She tried her best to burn this moment into her memory, forever. "It is of a highly complex nature, so you would need to study with me nearly daily. I understand that you have finished your examinations, but the ritual is needing to be completed on the Spring equinox. This is arriving soon.”

“I ask too much of you, Sister?” Papa IV paused.

Evie paused. Mentally, she thanked Satanas and Lilith and, fuck it, Jesus Christ, she would finally be alone with the only man she ever wanted.

“No. My body and mind are willing.”

[canarycolemine]

Vignettes of Paradise

Vignette II

Pairing: Papa Emeritus IV x Fem OC

Summary: Evie’s quiet nighttime ritual has preoccupied Copia’s mind. How nice would it be to have someone brush your hair?

Content: lots of fluff and comfiness, mild suggestive content

WC: 1.2k

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Picture:  The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets over the Dead Bodies of Romeo and Juliet (1855) Frederic Leighton

Long and straight was her hair; brushing from the ends to the roots, that was the best way to prevent tangles and distribute the oils. Evie had, for many years, brushed her hair to relieve stress - a simple act of taking care of oneself, with the benefit of softer, healthier hair.

Her veil had often covered her long, raven black locs. On those rare occasions when she opted out of her customary habit and veil, she would braid her hair the night before, right after she brushed it. Mostly dry, some moisture was optimal for the desired result. Gentle waves, brushed through with a firm bristle brush, would flow carefully but carelessly all around her. It was a contrast to the pallor of her skin, to her hair - black as the night.

There were more modern ways of curling and maintaining one’s hair, but much like the other siblings of the Abbey, there was something charming about doing things the old fashioned way. From the nun’s habits they wore, to lighting the halls with lanterns and candles, all of it - a carefully selected antiquity, the beauty it could behold.

Copia had loved to watch Evie brush her hair - how smooth and shiny it would look - how soft it would feel in his calloused hands. Just like her skin. It was a small moment each day, something you wouldn’t think to mention to one another, a pleasant moment remembered only before seeing it again.

On a particularly rainy evening, as the pair was preparing for bed, Copia had done what he had loved to do - simply watch the lovely woman. She was nearly done with the process before she began the arm-aching process of braiding her hair.

“Why are you staring at me, Copia?” She teased.

“I dunno.” His face still damp, slightly red from removing his paints for the evening. “You’re just beautiful.”

“Ew! People will think you have a crush on me or something.” She chuckled. “Why, do you?” She widened her eyes, teasing him, feigning shock. “That would be soooo weird. Unless…” She bit her lower lip to make him giggle at her new character.

And giggle he did, a sweet grin grew on his face. A warmth from his chest.

He walked over to her, dressed in a more utilitarian pair of pajamas - black briefs, and a silly shirt Evie had purchased for him, solely dedicated to being a sleep shirt. Plopping himself next to her, he began running his fingers through her hair, feeling the silkiness, smelling the lavender scent that lingered.

“I like how you brush your hair, amore, it makes it all, eh, soft.” His gaze met hers again, her smile cemented on her face. How sweet he was to her.

“Thank you, my love.” She giggled. “Would you like me to brush your hair? I promise it’ll feel good.”

“Ah, why not? But my old gray hair, it will look just like yours when you’re done, si?”

“Oh certainly! But then I will get all the gray hair - the law of transfer of hair pigmentation, Copia.”

Truth be told, Copia was insecure about his steadily graying hair. He worried it took away from his looks; his Evie, she was not a vain person. No, but a beautiful woman must have a beautiful man to take care of her.

Oh, but how Evie loved Copia’s hair! Sure, the graying hairs meant he was getting older, his body and stress catching up; also true was that it was evidence of the life he had lived. His wisdom, his guidance, something to trust. And how it complimented his complexion! The contrast in his hair from the dusty brown to the white strands, it made him look so handsome - as if his white iris glowed.

Evie repositioned herself behind Copia, sitting on her knees as she began to brush.

“This is exactly what we used to do in the Sisters’ dorms, every single night. Then, we would have pillow fights in our pjs and then kiss each other and then touch each other’s boobs!” She began weaving another hyperbolic story.

“Oh my!” Copia entertained her stories, she was so silly sometimes. “You should go back there sometime, it sounds like too much fun.”

Long brush strokes from his hairline, all the way to the nap of his neck. The firm bristles gently grazing the sensitive skin of his scalp. She moved slowly, working the strokes from the left side of his head to the right. Not a spot missed.

“Oh no, I think my room now is much better. I’ve got a roommate, though, and he’s okay, I guess. He always smells nice, and is sooo handsome, and gives me really good orgasms.”

“Damn right he does!”

“But he works too hard, sometimes. I wish there was some way I could make everything easier for him.”

“Oh, you just say that because you want him all to yourself, huh?” he turned back to face her, smiling to reassure her.

“Papa, you know my tricks all too well!” Waving her hands in the air, admitting guilt. “But not really, I just like it when you’re relaxed. You have more time to do things for yourself. It makes you happy.”

“Well, amore, I am very relaxed right now.” Taking a wide yawn, as Evie chuckled. “It is very relaxing, the brushing. But now! Your turn!”

He snatched the brush from her hands, crawling further onto the bed, so he was positioned behind her.

“How do you do it? Just all in one piece or the smaller sections.”

“When it’s really wet, I do the smaller sections. I think it should be mostly dry, so you can do bigger pieces.”

“Okie dokie!”

He gathered all of her hair in his hands, capturing it all in his grasp, so it could all fall on her back. Nervously, he made small brush strokes at the ends of her hair, terrified to even add more pressure. Gathering the hair in his hands once again, that would make it easier to brush, having it all in one place, he thought.

Working the brush down the black hair, he delighted in how it shined and bounced. How smooth it looked after the stroke was finished. He eased the brush up, continuing his gentle brushes until he reached her scalp.

How Copia wanted to make the sensation as relaxing as Evie made it for him. But how careful he had to be! The bristles must hurt if too much pressure was applied. So delicately, he worked the brush forward to back all over her scalp.

Nearing her ears, Evie shivered.

“The tinglies!”

Copia merely chuckled, listening to his girl.

He worked the brush much longer than Evie normally would, but how calm they both were. Reaching to set the brush onto the side table, Copia marked his work completed. He sat back up, grabbing Evie’s legs to face him.

“All done?” Evie said.

“All done.” He kissed her little nose, brushing a fallen stand of hair behind her ear.

“Maybe next time, I will teach you how to braid my hair, too!”

They both laughed. Sweetness, calm. The rain poured outside, and how safe they were with one another. As it was always meant to be.

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thank you for reading! I was possessed by this idea right before I went to bed, so I just needed to write it tee hee!