#papa iv x aether x dew

[ghuleh-recs]

hi! i'm a new Ghost fan and i would love to get some fic recs since i don't know where to start. 😊 i'm pretty much open to anything but something with lots of feelings (hurt/comfort), Papa IV x someone, and around 15,000 words would be great. thank you in advance 🧡

hellooo! welcome to our little satanic corner of tumblr!! i'm so sorry this took me so long—i had a tough time finding fics that matched your criteria. i hope it's okay that i focused on "feelings" more so than hurt/comfort specifically. definitely give these writers a follow if you haven't already. (i also wasn't sure what you meant by "x someone" so i threw in a mix of x reader, x ghoul, and x oc.) feel free to dm me or send another ask if i didn't get it right this time! i can also point you towards a bunch of fantastic writers ♡

recs under the cut!

x ghouls

paper armor - @ratballet - copia x dewdrop

“Horns,” Aether says quickly, like the words in his mouth are searing him. “It’s his horns.” He spares a glance at Dewdrop’s door, like he’s afraid he might be pressed up against it, listening. “He’s shedding them." Dewdrop is shedding his horns. Copia tries to help.

Steadfast Love, Not Sacrifice - @st-danger - copia x aether x dewdrop

It’s a bit like a shark smelling blood, he thinks as they follow close behind. It's natural they were going to want to taste it, too. “Well,” Copia says, “some of us need our beauty sleep.” He hesitates, and then proceeds to look nervously between the two of them and continue, “I meant me, of course. You two are already very, erm. I should go to bed.” It’s such a flimsy excuse. The elevator reaches the third floor before any of them speak again. Aether clears his throat. “You don’t want to though.” Copia looks very called out, but can’t do much more than stare, before realizing the two ghouls beside him are waiting for an actual answer of some kind. The elevator beeps as it passes the fourth floor. “No,” Copia says slowly, and Aether’s stomach does a little swoop. “I don’t.” Or, Sometimes the reward is worth the risk. *No Man Taketh From is another favorite of mine with Papa IV and Aether.

x reader

A Message From the Bulletin Board - @writingjourney - copia x reader

The ministry’s bulletin board, ordinarily used for missing items or party announcements, contains a particularly interesting request this week – a lonely hearts ad. Or: You and Copia are secretly crushing on each other. You both have to reach maximum desperation before you make a move. * if you're in it for the long haul PLEASE read I Knew Nothing But Shadows THE hurt/comfort fic of all time. you won't regret it.

Confessional - @da-rulah - copia x reader

As a sister of sin, it was your duty to confess at least once a month, to have your sins praised by a higher up member of the clergy. But you only ever chose Thursday nights, when you knew he was on duty. And tonight, you were working up the courage to confess your darkest sin - the dreams you had been having… *check out Rituale Septem while you're at it. lotsss of feelings but with Papa III, instead.

x OC

sweeter red - @anamelessfool - copia x oc

Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour…sometimes I’m thinking that I love you... but I know it’s only lust. Copia is a scrungly little nerd and this totally happened to him. There's something about Cardinal Marian. Maybe it's the way she infuriates him with her laissez-faire attitude, or ingnites his soul with envy of her free spirit. Rage and love, at a certain point they merge together into an overwhelming burning in the heart and mind: passion.

you found the ache in my argument (series) - @the-lisechen - copia x oc

In which two reasonable people from different religious disciplines have a conversation. (A study in faith, hope, and love.)

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, leave kudos and/or comments!

[another-sister-of-sin]

ok so basically i made this side account because i have two ideas for an x reader fanfiction series for Ghost and I don’t know what to write first.

one is completely platonic and the other i s n ‘ t

(lowercase intentional btw)

Platonic: college student reader needs community hours or something and ends up volunteering at the ministry because they count as a church. so, they’re an out of state student and they live in a dorm, but something happens that left the dorm unusable so they end up living at the ministry. basically reader makes the clergy their found family. (spoiler: reader gets to be the heart of the ghoul cuddle pile at some point)

N O T platonic: uhhhh so reader’s grandmother dies, and reader inherits her house. coincidentally the ministry resides just a few miles away in the same forest in the middle of nowhere (because i refuse to put them in an actual city). ALSO coincidentally, the reader’s grandma was a witch that would help out the clergy with protection and summoning n stuff. now reader takes over that role because they might as well. (i still haven’t decided if it’s gonna be monogamous or poly, but SOMEONE’S gonna fall in love with reader no matter what)

i’m gonna write them both eventually, just deciding which one to start with

[banana-ghouls]

This is my first time posting (and really writing) a little ficlet!! dew/aether ghoul main paring, with background ghoulette trio and swiss/rain (maybe/mountain too?) it was a plan to make it a longer fic i was gonna keep to myself, but i haven't taken it anywhere in a while so i thought i would post it here <3

beware this is unedited and i am tired so tags are mediocre atm :/

enemies to friends to lovers, with a little dew whump :0 the other ghouls don't get along with dew much atm, but that will change if i continue this (also if anyone want to write about this tag me in it so i can read it!!!)

Aether was… Everything. Not in the sense that he meant alot to Dew, but in the way that makes him want to peel his own skin off and start crushing heads. He was a lot; annoying, loud, overstimulating.

Aether was invasive, like a fungus. He had somehow ambled his way into the clergy from Hell, found his way onto Papa’s good side, and into Dewdrop’s PRIVATE room. Dew does not share. Ever. Not his food, not his weed, and not his bedroom on the tour bus. And he especially does not share these things with Aether.

Ever since he had joined the band he was an irritating thorn in Dew’s side; stealing his solos during practice, throwing picks at any ghoul that crossed his path- and the others’ loved him! The ghoulettes’ would paint his nails during their down-times while he chatted away and laughed at something Swiss had said. Even Mountain seemed to speak more than three words to him (And he didn’t even speak that much to Papa for fuck’s sake).

But yet, here the new guitarist was- poking around in his bunk, putting his things everywhere, filling the room with his scent- who does this idiot think he is?

Dew fought tooth and nail for this room (Literally, blood was shed and Rain still won’t look him in the eye), so why is he not jerking off in the privacy of his own room right now?

“Thanks for giving up the bottom bunk for me” Aether smiled over his shoulder as he placed his clothes in a drawer. 

“I didn’t give up shit for you” Dew growled, but Aether continued speaking over him as if the smaller ghoul hadn’t spoken at all.

“I know the others liked rooming in groups, so I don’t think they mean anything by leaving you alone, but I just thought-”

“They did mean it!” Dew snapped his teeth in a snarl, and Aether glanced up in surprise. Realising he may take it the wrong way, Dew’s face heated and he ground out “I made them give me this room so I could be alone. And yet here you are, messing up my silence.”

A swell of vindication filled his chest at Aethers’ staggered look, but then he laughed, “Oh, did Papa make you room with me, then? He probably couldn’t figure out how to fit four Ghouls’ to a bed, and the Ghoulettes’ get crazy at night- so I’ve heard.”

His snort gets on Dew’s nerves, and his ears turn even redder in frustration. Does this lug not get the hint? How dense can one Ghoul be?

“I don’t want you here,” Dew is borderline snarling now, “I don’t want you anywhere near me.”

“Well that’s too bad, isn’t it” Aether smirks, “because I’m performing with you for the next month. I mean, it doesn’t look like you have much of a choice, what Papa says, goes, afterall.”

That smug bastard, Dew can’t handle it any more- swear to Satan he’s going to start gouging that fucker’s eyeballs out as soon as he figures out how to reach them (and Jesus can’t Papa just hire more ghouls’ his height?)- but Swiss swings his way into the door frame.

“We’re setting up strip Uno in the front, and Papa said we can drink so long as we don’t throw up when we reach the Venue tomorrow” He directs at Aether, then glances in Dews direction with a falter. “You can come too. If you want.”

Dew can tell he doesn’t really mean it, only saying it because he doesn’t want to make things awkward. Swiss never did forgive him for his boyfriend’s tail, but it was Rain’s fault for swinging it in his face in the first place (and Dew was not giving that room up without a fight).

Rolling his eyes, Dew scoffs at him and turns to the back of the room to assess the damage to his space so far.

He can hear Swiss’s shrug and trot down the hallway, but Aether is oddly quiet in the corner.

“Are you gonna come down?”

Dew turns sharply, a little surprised. Aether couldn’t be this dense, no one is that blind to the other Ghouls' dislike of him. Did Papa even speak to him before he pledged into the band? Surely the others would have made a comment warning him about the smaller Ghoul.

“What do you think, Genius?”

Aether looks strange without his usual smile, and Dew doesn’t know why that makes his eyes sting, but before Dew can snarl at him (because fuck his pity, fucking asshole fucker, fucking fuck-) he concedes with an “Okay,” and turns to join the others.

Dew snarls and kicks over their bin when he hears the lounge door click shut. He rubs at his eyes, the snarls again at himself for fucking crying, because what the fuck? Dew doesn’t fucking cry. He’s not weak. He doesn’t care, doesn’t Aether get that? He never cares.

Dew throws himself onto his bed, curling up in the corner and staring at the wall. He ignores the laughter down the hall, and when Aether comes in hours later smelling like bourbon, he pretends to be asleep in the darkness, and ignores the soft goodnight that comes out below him too.

[bloodsuckingfiends]

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗌𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗒, 𝗋𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗅 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾: 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄!

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꧁𝔅𝔞𝔩𝔡𝔲𝔯'𝔰 𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢 3꧂

᪥Astarion x Elendil᪥

➯Tavriel/Elendil ➯Of Blood & Stars (series) masterlist (Astarion x Tavriel/Elendil)

᪥Astarion᪥

One Shots

➯More Than Enough - Astarion x Tav (comfort/fluff)

➯ Need - Astarion x gn!Tav (smut)

➯Take Care of You - Astarion x AFAB! Tav (smut)

Drabbles/Rambles

➯Teaching Tav to Sew (suggestive)

➯ Dadstarion’s embroidery (fluff)

➯ Sub! Astarion thoughts (smut)

➯ More Sub! Astarion (smut)

➯ Cottage Life (fluff)

➯ Tav’s First Time & a Failed Plan (smut)

➯ Girl-dad Astarion (fluff)

➯Astarion Safewords (smut, angst, fluff)

Headcanons/Thoughts

➯ Cuddle thoughts (fluff)

➯ Domesticity (fluff)

➯ Twitchy ears (smut)

➯ Desperate kisses (fluff)

➯ Handjob (smut)

➯ Missionary (smut)

➯ Drink (smut)

➯Breed (smut)

➯ Braiding (fluff)

➯ Holding You (fluff & angst)

➯Handjob take 2 (smut)

➯ Nipple play (smut)

➯ Sneaking around (smut)

➯ Sub! Astarion

᪥Halsin᪥

Coming soon

᪥Rolan᪥

➯ From Behind (smut) ➯Pegging ( smut)

꧁𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱 (𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡)꧂

Drabbles

➯The ghouls play D&D

Kinktober 2023

➯𝖣𝖺𝗒 1: 𝖯𝖾𝗀𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝖯𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗆 𝗑 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 (smut) ➯𝖣𝖺𝗒 2: 𝖨𝗇𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 - 𝖣𝖾𝗐 𝗑 𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇 (smut) ➯𝖣𝖺𝗒 3: 𝖦𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 - 𝖠𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗑 𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇 (smut) +more ➯𝖣𝖺𝗒 7: 𝖢𝗈𝖼𝗄𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 - 𝖣𝖾𝗐 𝗑 𝖱𝖺𝗂𝗇 (smut)

𝔞𝔯𝔱 • 𝔭𝔩𝔞𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔰 • 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰

[ourfatherwhoartinhell]

Love, Eternal // [Part IV]

Pairing | Phantom x Sister!Reader

Word count | 1.3k

⚠️ Warnings | Reader uses she/her pronouns, (y/n) is used once. There is a ritual scene. TW for murder ghouls, blood, injuries, assault, violence, and death.

Plot Summary: Today was Phantom's summoning day, a special occasion akin to a birthday. Eager to surprise him with a homemade cake, you realize you're missing ingredients and head into town. On the way back, you encounter trouble with some members of the Catholic church that changes the course of your life in the Ministry - and with Phantom - forever.

A/N: I TOLD YOU IT HAS A HAPPY ENDING! This is the last part! Thank you so much for reading this far, I hope it was an enjoyable read. Much love 🖤 xo Emery

[Prev]

Phantom returned a short while later, Swiss and Dew silently trailing him. The poor ghoul was absolutely overcome with grief. Once he found you in the driveway, he could immediately smell the putrid odour of the men who did this to you, their scents still fresh on your beaten body.

When he left the Ministry he had no thoughts but revenge. It was easy for him to pick up on their scent once he was outside, his abilities and senses heightened in his manic state. 

Swiss and Dew knew better than to interrupt a ghoul on a warpath, so they kept their distance, allowing Phantom to do what needed to be done. Sometimes his packmates had wondered how he ever survived in the pit, his trademark traits of being approachable and kind didn’t fly down there.

However, as his fangs elongated and his claws unglamoured, Phantom was quickly proving to all that he was a ghoul from hell after all; mindlessly pulling the first unfortunate soul apart with ease, Swiss and Dew watched proudly as the young ghoul forced the vile human to choke on his internal organs.

Phantom had begun his hunt.

Walking slowly back to the Abbey, Phantom began to come back to earth. His mind was riddled with thoughts of what he could have done differently; maybe he shouldn’t have skipped so many lessons with Aether to spend time with you, maybe he should’ve asked Omega more questions about what his Quintessence could do before he was sent away.

Lost in his thoughts, he began to weep. The thought of losing you and ultimately failing his older brothers, the thought of realizing you were his mate and never getting the chance to tell you. It was almost too much for Phantom to endure.

The blood smearing across his face as he wiped away his tears only made him cry harder. He was covered in as much blood as you were, the only difference being none of it was his. What’s done was done. He was a murderer now. No better than the vermin he just effortlessly dispatched. Phantom knew they would get a special greeting in hell, and that fact brought him a fleeting sense of relief.

He needed to see you one last time. He made his way back up to the main ritual room where he knew Copia would still be with you, but he never could’ve imagined what would be waiting for him once he got there. Rain and Mountain were already inside, the arrangements long forgotten. Dew and Swiss made their appearances known as they stepped behind the young ghoul who had been stopped in the doorway.

“I need to see her, Papa. Please. Just once.”

Copia silently signalled Dew and Swiss closer. “I can’t let you do that.”

“Excuse me?” The fury in Phantom’s eyes quickly returned.

Copia knew better than to get in the way of an angry ghoul, learning his lesson as a child growing up with Alpha, but he stood fast. “Phantom, there’s something you need to know–“

However, the young Quint was hearing none of it as he pushed past Copia and wiggled out of his brothers' grasp.

What he found as he entered further into the room was exactly what he expected: you. What he didn’t expect to see was you… alive? This must have been a dream. He shut his blood stained eyes once, and then twice. You were right in front of him, now sitting between Rain and Mountain in the same place he watched you die - where he felt you die.

What he felt now was something familiar, yet completely new.

Rain had already washed the blood off your face and found you one of the ghoulette’s spare outfits while Mountain had tied up your hair in a ghoulish fashion. Phantom’s brain couldn't compute what he was seeing as he moved cautiously toward where you sat on the ground, still too weak to stand.

Your skin had turned to a violet grey, similar to Phantom’s. Your nails had grown into beautiful claws, and fangs extended where your canines used to be. Your hair turned to a dark blue that almost matched Rain’s, with lighter patches of skin decorating your hairline and cheeks like scales. Phantom noticed your ears were sharp and pointed like Dew's, with the skin at the tip a dark red.

Phantom fell to his knees in front of you, speechless and in awe.

“How–” 

It was like he was looking at an angel gifted from hell. You were one of them now. His beautiful ghuleh, with pieces of all the brothers who helped save you.

When you looked up at Phantom from your place between the two ghouls (who were now your brothers too), Phantom couldn’t contain his tears any longer. Though these were not the tears of sadness and grief from before, these were tears of bewilderment and relief. He didn’t notice at first, but you had the same lighter patch over your eye as he did. Your left eye was a gorgeous shade of ice blue, contrasting the darker grey of the other one. It reminded him of Papa.

“Phantom?”

You were taken aback slightly at the sight of the friendliest ghoul you knew, kneeling in front of you covered in blood from head to toe. He chuckled slightly at the lisp you had when you called his name, not used to your fangs yet. You had extra long ones too, thanks to Swiss. If he was in any other situation, Phantom would've found it incredibly hot.

“If I had known, I would’ve washed up.” He said, looking down at his bloodied attire. His brothers moved aside so Phantom could wrap you in a hug that he never wanted to leave, eager to have your new scent permanently etched onto his soul. “I’m here. I’m never leaving you again.”

The two of you sat like that for a while, your newly heightened senses almost becoming overwhelmed with 5 ghouls and Copia all in the same room. However, if you focused on Phantom, everything felt calm and quiet. You felt safe, wondering if this is how he felt every time he was with you.

You didn’t really know what happened. One minute you were struggling to breathe outside after getting ambushed, the next you had died. Rain and Mountain gave you the Coles notes version of what happened when you awoke. None of which you remembered. You don’t remember much of your time in the pit either. There were ghouls everywhere and it was warm, but not unbearable like you had come to fear it would be. There was one thing you did remember from your time down below though…

“Hey,” you said, as you pushed Phantom off you to look him in the eye. Normally that would’ve been impossible, but you’d worry about that weirdness later. “The devil says Happy Birthday.”

Phantom smiles wider than you have ever seen and places his forehead on yours before desperately, but lovingly, crashing his lips on yours.

“Let’s see Jesus do THAT.” Dew blurts out, completely ruining the tender moment, but not a soul in this room could care as everyone lets out a laugh.

“My dear ghuleh,” Copia says softly, approaching as Phantom helps you to your feet. “You don’t have to choose right now, but in light of your new situation, if there is perhaps a new name you feel is better suited? I can make arrangements on your behalf.”

“Eris.” You spoke as you leaned into Phantom’s touch. “Like the goddess of chaos, cause that’s exactly how this all feels.”

Copia smiled warmly, “Then welcome back to the Ministry, Eris.”

Standing behind you, Phantom cradled you protectively in his arms, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “It’s perfect.”

Copia and your new family left you to get reacquainted. You returned the affection as you twisted to hug your lover once again, relishing in the sweetest scent you had ever experienced as you began to involuntarily rub your cheek over his chest. You were starting to realize what the ghouls meant about the scent thing, Phantom’s was intoxicating and you never wanted to leave. It was like he was made just for you.

“So… I guess no cake then, huh?” Phantom snickers as he leaves soft kisses behind your ear before continuing down your neck.

You quickly pulled away from his embrace. “That was supposed to be a surprise!”

His hands interlocked and rested along the base of your spine. His amused gaze lovingly met the look of disappointment on your face before you let out a frustrated ‘ugh!’ and headbutted his chest.

“Ow!” He yelped. “Sweetheart you’ve got horns now, and apparently Dew gave you some flippin’ pointy ones too.”

“Oops.”

You looked up at Phantom sympathetically, your tail suddenly making an appearance and wrapping around his leg.

“You got my tail though,” he winked.

“My darling ghoul, you have all of me. My heart, my life, and my love, eternally.”

[Prev]

[copiousloverofcopia]

Do you have any copia with the ghouls fanfics

Or any hurt/comfort without any readers or oc 🙏🏻

I have a few that come to mind 💗

Here are the ones I can think of but please see my main COPIA MASTERLIST for all the Copia related fics!!!

My Lioness

Cirrus has grown close to the Cardinal now Papa. Now as they return home from the tour she is left to deal with her feelings and her Papa's request.

(NSFW- Part 1/2/Copia x Cirrus/Breeding Kink/Sex w/the intention of pregnancy)

His Pride and Joy

Cirrus has grown close to the Cardinal now Papa. Now as they return home from the tour she is left to deal with her feelings and her Papa's request.

(SFW-Part 2/2/Copia x Cirrus/Pregnancy/Fluff)

Candy Wrappers

It's Halloween night at the Abbey, Papa IV/Copia decides to spend it sharing his love of horror films with ghoulette Cumulus and a sister of sin. The 3 decide to watch John Carpenter's HALLOWEEN and pig out on candy while it storms outside.

(SFW-Fluff/Halloween/feat. Cumulus Ghoulette)

The Show

Papa Emeritus IV has returned from tour and now you and Dew are to put on a show.

(NSFW-Copia likes to watch/Feat. Dewdrop-Sodo Fire Ghoul)

Selfless (feat. OC of @vampghoulette)

Caldera, an hardworking and selfless Ghoulette begins to feel anxious about the upcoming Re-Impera tour. Knowing Copia's time is coming to and end she struggles during preparations for the tour. As she tries to help Copia and Aether find out how she's feeling and help ease her concerns in more ways than one.

(NSFW-Spit roasting/Angst/Three-way/Comfort/Body Issues/OC Ghoulette)

Also, not sure what you mean by without reader or OC...

Do you mean no reader and ONLY OC or what?

[findyourrp]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some of my favorite rarer fandoms roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact! 🌹

I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs). I try my hardest to reply daily. Depending on how the work week is going, it may take 2-3 days to hear back from me, though. NSFW/smut greatly preferred (with a healthy dose of plot) but not necessary.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM or MxF). I'll take on some canon x OC (only MxM). I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as the plot makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it.

I'll be listing my main muses for each and some of my favorite ships (with the character I'd prefer writing in bold, if I have a preference). I am open to discussing other ships.

Ghost BC/Clergy Universe: Cardinal Copia, Dewdrop Ghoul, Phantom Ghoul, Papa Emeritus IV

Copia x Aether

Copia x Dew

Copia x Terzo

Dew x Phantom

Dew x IV

Dew x Rain

Phantom x IV

Phantom x Dew

Phantom x Swiss

IV x Aether

IV x DeFroque

Grand Theft Auto V: Devin Weston, Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Devin x Steve

Devin x Franklin

Michael x Steve

Michael x Dave

Michael x Trevor

Steve x Dave

Steve x Trevor

The Punisher (TV Series ; Note: I've only seen season one as of right now): Billy Russo, Frank Castle, Sam Stein

Billy x Frank

Billy x Sam

Billy x Curtis

Billy x Madani

Billy x Karen

Frank x David

Frank x Karen

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Hoffman x Strahm

Schenk x Zeke

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[darkdoverpseeker]

21+. She/Her. Looking for some of my favorite rarer fandoms roleplays. Please be 21+ to interact!

I prefer plotting on Tumblr and writing on Discord. I write in third person, past tense. Semi-lit/lit (2-4 paragraphs). I try my hardest to reply daily. Depending on how the work week is going, it may take 2-3 days to hear back from me, though. NSFW/smut greatly preferred (with a healthy dose of plot) but not necessary.

I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings (MxM or MxF). I'll take on some canon x OC (only MxM). I like canon or canon divergent plots. As long as the plot makes sense within the universe, I'll generally be okay with it.

I'll be listing my main muses for each and some of my favorite ships (with the character I'd prefer writing in bold, if I have a preference). I am open to discussing other ships.

Ghost BC/Clergy Universe: Cardinal Copia, Dewdrop Ghoul, Phantom Ghoul, Papa Emeritus IV

Copia x Aether

Copia x Dew

Copia x Terzo

Dew x Phantom

Dew x IV

Dew x Rain

Phantom x IV

Phantom x Dew

Phantom x Swiss

IV x Aether

IV x DeFroque

Grand Theft Auto V: Devin Weston, Michael De Santa, Steve Haines

Devin x Steve

Devin x Franklin

Michael x Steve

Michael x Dave

Michael x Trevor

Steve x Dave

Steve x Trevor

The Punisher (TV Series ; Note: I've only seen season one as of right now): Billy Russo, Frank Castle, Sam Stein

Billy x Frank

Billy x Sam

Billy x Curtis

Billy x Madani

Billy x Karen

Frank x David

Frank x Karen

Saw Franchise: Mark Hoffman, William Schenk

Hoffman x Strahm

Schenk x Zeke

If interested in working something out, please message me (highly preferred) or like this post and I'll reach out to you.

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[drifting-wreckers]

See the Light, Chapter 4: And in Many a Way I Have Been

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV x OFC: romance, drama, NSFW, 18+, MDNI, sort of doctor/patient

Copia’s role as Papa Emeritus IV kept him much more preoccupied than he wished it would, particularly as the longer he went without keeping Evelyn’s company, the more irritable he found himself becoming. Those few moments he was able to steal away to her little haven to read tended to be interrupted by patients, but at least he could steal sweet, warm kisses…

…and, Satan help him, enjoy the other things her mouth was quite gifted in…

Their physical relationship certainly was not lacking in the slightest, although both would admit to themselves that it was the pillow talk they shared before and after that kept them most enthralled with one-another. He’d even slipped and let some of his frustrations with Sister Imperator’s plans and manipulation of other members of the higher clergy through; she had provided him an outsider’s insight and additional input and solutions that were most useful…all while running her fingers through his graying hair. He was ever grateful for the plush carpet she had placed onto the floor for those soothing, affectionate moments.

It was a bit late in the evening, and Copia had procured himself a basket of goods from the kitchen ghouls who were wise enough not to ask questions. Aether, on the other hand, had caught him just outside the kitchens and smirked knowingly at him before thrifting an apple from the top of his stash. The two men stared each other down, until a distantly familiar scent drifted past the ghoul’s nostrils. His brow furrowed a moment behind his mask.

“Hey, Boss have you been, uh…” Copia quirked a brow until the ghoul dismissed the thought with a shake of his head. There was no way, it hadn’t happened in centuries. He was just smelling something familiar. “Eh, nevermind. Go get your…prescription.” Copia said a few choice words back with a roll of his eyes before continuing on his way. Dewdrop appeared next to Aether shortly thereafter.

“You noticed it too, huh?”

Aether glanced down at the shorter ghoul and rubbed the back of his neck. “Be pretty wild if we were right, wouldn’t it?”

Aether could feel Dew’s maniacal grin behind the mask. “Imperator’s reaction’d be priceless if we were.”

Copia quickly disregarded the somewhat odd interaction with Aether. He couldn’t remember the last time he and Evelyn had shared a meal together and he was hell-bent on rectifying that. He was cautious in his trek towards the infirmary after hours, not wanting to be spotted and questioned by anyone that may – intentionally or otherwise – let any of what they saw slip to Imperator. The woman was insufferable when it came to his every move and the fact that this was still their delightful secret was nothing less than a Lucifer-given miracle.

As he approached the ever-familiar door, his hand hesitated over the handle as he heard music coming from the other side. His lips quirked upward as the guitar riff of Witch Image reached his ears, and then, instead of his own voice, hers drifted through. He stopped, his heart pounding in his ears as his cock twitched in response. He wasn’t sure how, but the sweet lilt of her voice as she sang along to his music had him reaching half-mast in a hurry. He tested the door handle, pleased to find she had forgotten to lock it quite yet and, silently as he could, eased it open. When he had just enough space to lean through the door, he found her organizing one of the cabinets, her hips swaying to the chorus as she shamelessly belted along. It probably shouldn’t have been sexy, and yet somehow it was incredibly so. His grin was devious, silently setting the basket down as he closed the door behind him and turned the deadbolt. She still wore her mask, but the hood of her robe was off her head, revealing the restrained, tidy bun she kept her hair in beneath it.

Copia smirked as he crept closer behind her for the next verse. It wasn’t until the line started that he quickly pinned his hands around her waist, pulled her hips back to his and swayed them to the music. He brought his lips to her ear before she could do more than flinch.

“I…I am riding in the shadows behind you on a pale white horse…”

She gasped and flushed bright red as heat licked low in her abdomen at the warm breath on the shell of her ear. His singing voice was effortless even at a whisper. He freed one hand to both allow her to turn but also simultaneously yank the obstructing mask from her face; he was getting quite good at removing it.

“Copia!” she hissed, masking her embarrassment with weak anger. “You scared the Hell o-out of me!” She stuttered as his groin pressed to hers.

“Mi dispiace tanto, amore mio,” he chuckled darkly before boldly swiping a kiss from her lips, very much not sorry at all. “I saw your ass wiggling like that and couldn’t help myself…perdonami?”

She huffed, very clearly distracted by the warmth of his still-gloved hands and the rest of his body pressed against her. She could have whimpered.

“Have you eaten yet, amore…?” he murmured, innocently gesturing towards the covered basket he left on the floor by the door though his eyes never left her face. “I have acquired a stash from the kitchen since we have not been able to share a meal in some time…”

Her gaze followed his hand to the basket and then back to the warmth of his heterochromatic stare, that white eye of his glowing with both mirth and an unexpected amount of affection. Her full lips quirked upward as she let her arms drape around his neck and her fingers played with the hairs at his nape. His eyelids hooded and he sighed quietly; he did love it when she did that…

“In fact…I haven’t eaten yet.” He melted against her, fingers gripping her hips gently. “I could certainly use a meal…” Karma, she decided, as she rolled to the balls of her feet to close the distance between their lips once more and her tongue teased the seam of his lips. He groaned as the kiss deepened, their chests heaving between them.

“Cuore mio…” he breathed, trying his best to stave off his body’s immediate reaction to her…and failing quite miserably. “This was not my intention-…” She quirked a brow, fingertips dancing along the skin between his sweatpants and t-shirt. When did she even-? “…okay…cazzo…not my only intention, I just thought you might want to eat first, at least…”

Her grin was wicked, her hands fast as she loosened his pants and freed his erection before he could think. “In fact…I do.” And then she was on her knees before him as a hissed string of curses tumbled past his lips with the first swipe of her tongue and her mouth that followed shortly thereafter. He stumbled, one hand on the counter and one burying in her hair as she bobbed painfully slowly along his length. She knew she’d struck a nerve when his hand tightened, forcing her faster and deeper. His utterances were unknown to her, no doubt as filthy as the things he would growl in English when buried in her sex. Her thighs clenched at the thought, arousal heightened as she balanced herself and considered sneaking a hand to the apex of her thighs…

Copia refused to give her the chance. His grip on her hair tightened as he felt his balls lift and he abruptly pulled her off his dick with a salacious cacophony of suction and saliva. She reeled a moment, the sting of his grip only serving to add to the arousal pooled between her thighs. That same hand coaxed her upward, and his body pinned her to the counter as he dominated her mouth, his erection prodding at her belly between them. She whimpered as he gripped her thighs and hoisted them around his waist in order to carry her to their reading room; that plush carpet served soft-enough as he crouched and carefully laid her back, following only after he had managed to divest her of those god-forsaken robes and the remainder of her underclothes. The gleam in the white of his left eye was absolutely wicked, a look she had seen enough times before that sometimes she swore it was Lucifer, himself.

He slid to her thighs, wet kisses and nips trailing along them until his fingers danced at her slit and he inhaled sharply. “Così caldo, così bagnato per me…cazzo.” Her hips squirmed and he did her the favor of dragging his tongue along her heat, tongue and lips clamping around and dancing with her clit as he made no hesitation about slipping two fingers inside to curl upwards. Her back arched, a moan torn from her throat at the sudden assault, unclear when he had even managed to remove his gloves. She panted, her own hands buried in his hair until she was abruptly bereft of him on a whimper.

Copia smirked darkly, not one to leave her wanting for long as he gripped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach. He pulled her back up to her knees. She blinked but adapted quickly, more-than eager to have her ass in the air before him and rewarded with a sharp slap to each cheek. “Squisita, meravigliosa. Tutto per me…e solo per me.” He kissed each mark his hand had left, then trailed kisses up her back before he straightened, one hand guiding the tip of his cock to her entrance. He groaned as her ass shimmied and she tried to take him further, but his hands gripped her hips to still her. He pushed forward, painfully slowly, her voice a moan as she gripped the carpet beneath her. “Cosi perfetto, eri fatto per il mio cazzo,” he growled. He pulled his hips back then pushed forward again, faster and firmer, until his pelvis met her ass and he found his rhythm.

“Fuck, Copia,” she moaned, leaning back on her elbows to meet each of his thrusts. Lucifer help him, he loved the sound of her voice in the throes of passion.

He fisted a hand into her hair once more, this time pulling her upright to her delighted gasp as his angle changed and he somehow managed to bury himself deeper, glancing across the center of her pleasure with each thrust. Her hand scrambled behind her, finding the back of his neck as he continued his renewed pace. He could feel her flutter around him, teeth grazing her shoulder at the telltale give that she was fast-approaching her end.

“That’s it, cara, cum, I can feel you…cum on my cock, tell me, tell me your pleasure…” he growled, that grip in her hair as his other hand reached around to find purchase on her clit, her moans reaching fever pitch as he swelled within her.

“Papa, fuck…I’m cumming!” She keened, mouth open as she gripped his cock and convulsed. His pace stuttered, overcome by her own pleasure.

“Ecco, amore mio, vieni per tuo Papa. Prendi tutto quell oche ho da darti!” His teeth fell to her shoulder again as he groaned his release, cock kicking within her as he came, his own essence mixing with her slick and starting to drip down her thigh as their movements slowed and their chests rose and fell in panted breath. She was entirely breathless as his hand left her hair and his arm moved around her shoulders instead, pulling her back against his chest as he peppered tender kisses along the curve of her neck.

“Unholy shit, Copia,” she breathed when her mind had finally cleared enough to process words. She could feel the smirk against her skin as he slipped from her heat. “Every time I think it can’t get better,” she laughed lightly.

He chuckled, aware that there was a bit of a mess that would inevitably start to drip onto the rug if he did not move soon. He turned her head with the gentle guidance of a hand under her chin and kissed her sweetly. “Let me go get you something to clean up, do not move, cuore mio.” She blinked at him as he laid her gingerly back onto the carpet with a few more kisses before making his trek to her bathroom. She couldn’t help but watch, amused, as he had managed to do all of this with his pants below his ass and the rest of his clothes now disheveled but otherwise in place. She bit her bottom lip and tilted her head; she certainly had never thought she would end up an ass-and-thighs kind of girl but…he had proven her wrong.

He returned shortly thereafter with a damp rag, pants still untied but pulled back up to his waist with his penis tucked away. He knelt at her feet as she sat up, ready to take the rag from him and startled when he gently and warmly took the liberty of cleaning their mess from her thighs. She blushed at the unexpected intimacy, something she reflected on as being ridiculous considering how many times they’d had one-another in the most lascivious of ways. The chill of the room settled onto her damp, naked skin despite the fireplace in the corner of the room. With one more kiss to her lips he grinned and wrapped her robes around her shoulders; she found herself gazing into those familiar eyes that ensnared her so. She kept trying to tell herself that this…thing between them was purely physical but the tenderness of his touch, the dinner…

“I go get the food, si? Do not move,” he chuckled as she settled the robes more around her naked body and smiled at him as she watched him momentarily leave the room. There was something about him that was such a dichotomy. He could go from so shy, so unsure of himself, to commanding the attention of the entire clergy, thrusting his hips and telling an entire crowd to go fuck themselves, and then dominating between her thighs. And then he would be right back to that bashful Cardinal she remembered coming into her clinic for the very first time. She’d also long-since noticed how he fell into speaking Italian both when a bit more nervous and when fully overcome by passion. She regularly meant to ask him what he said but never seemed to remember or find the time.

He was quickly back in the room and settled beside her on the carpet as he began to set about unpacking the spoils of his raid of the kitchen. They had moved somewhat closer to the fire, laughing as they talked and teased and…

…Evelyn smiled quietly to herself as he rose to go to the bathroom, eyes soft as she pulled apart a bread roll and her stomach fluttered. No…this was not just about sex, she should’ve known better. She was becoming increasingly concerned about what this could mean for them both…

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[onedaughterofman]

About me and fic masterlist <3

Hi! I can speak English and Spanish. This is a +18 blog, so please DON'T follow/interact if you're underage.

Also, PLEASE DO NOT repost my works on ANY OTHER SITE. They are exactly where I want them to be.

Fics are under #my writing tag!

Fic masterlist under the cut!

In all the fics the reader is gender neutral, unless I say otherwise.

You, forever: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Angst, a bit of horror. Evil! Copia. Antichrist! Copia. COMPLETED

Chapter I: Life eternal

Chapter II: Maternal slave

Chapter III: If you have ghost

Chapter IV: A funeral pyre

Chapter V: Kiss the goat under the spell

Chapter VI: Your friend Death

Chapter VII: Zenith interlude

Chapter VIII: Spawn of pure malevolence

Chapter IX: Waiting for the night

Chapter X: Dance Macabre

Chapter XI: Thank you, now go, go

Evil: Papa Emeritus III x reader. Rated T, some sexual innuendos.

Admirer: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff. PART II

Hope: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff.

Ritual: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader x Nameless Ghoul (any of them). +18, adult content.

Sun: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. Fluff, comfort.

Premature burial: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, a bit of horror.

Call me: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Night: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Ring: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Sin: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Bless me: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

Vampire Party: Young! Sister Imperator x reader. Rated T, vampirism.

Cold: Dew/Sodo/Fire Ghoul x reader. Rated T, some sexual innuendos.

Prime Mover: Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. +18, adult content.

For me: Papa Emeritus III x reader. +18, adult content.

Dying tonight: Resurrected! Papa Emeritus III x reader. Angst.

Garments: Cardinal Copia x reader. +18, adult content.

Dance Macabre: Young! Sister Imperator x reader x Young! Papa Nihil. +18, adult content.

Goodnight, again: Young! Papa Nihil x reader. Fluff.

Rebirth: Vampire! Papa Emeritus x reader. Rated T. Mentions of injuries and blood. Vampirism.

Feisty: Nameless Ghoul (any of them) x reader. Rated M. Light adult content.

Binding ritual: Nameless Ghoulettes x reader. Fluff.

Untitled vignette: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

That classic "getting sold to" fic: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Humor, crack fic.

Dark Waltz: Vampire! Papa Emeritus (any of them) x reader. Rated T.

Another bloody Mary: Mary Goore x Young! Nihil. Angst, crack ship.

Untitled vignette #2: Rain Ghoul x reader. Humor, bit of crack fic.

Ruin me: Nameless Ghoul x reader. +18, adult content.

Untitled vignette #3: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

Untitled vignette #5: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. +18, adult content.

Untitled vignette #6: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, angst and emotional hurt/comfort.

Writing Sessions #1: Papa Emeritus IV x reader. Rated M, manipulative manwhore Copia, sexual innuendos.

Terzo x Omega scenario: Rated T, angst.

Writing Sessions #2: Papa Emeritus III headcanon. Angst, self esteem issues, depersonalization, imposter syndrome.

Writing Sessions #3: Cardinal Copia x reader. Rated M. Not explicit, but sexual themes. Fluff. Copia being weird and dumb.

Writing Sessions #4: Papa Emeritus II x reader. Rated T, sexual tension, age difference, Secondo being dark and handsome.

Writing Sessions #4 PART II: Papa Emeritus II x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #5: Papa Emeritus III x Omega Ghoul. Angst.

Writing Sessions #6: Mary Goore x reader. Rated T, mostly fluff, some sexual tension. Blood (fake)

Writing Sessions #7: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #8: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18, adult content.

Writing Sessions #9: Papa Emeritus I x reader. +18 adult content.

Sacrifice me: Papa Emeritus x reader. +18 adult content.

PD: The Devil works hard but I'm sitting next to him chugging coffee like it's water.

Feel free to share this list with your Ghesties. Spread the word of the Lord!

[emeritus-moon]

{ENGLISH} Sodo (Dewdrop) x Male!Reader

Request : WattPad Request

Gender : Male

Who : Sodo (DewDrop)

A/N : Here you go with this Sodo x Male!Reader! I'm really sorry, I made you wait... I was expecting something better from me but I managed to make something pretty nice! I didn't know what to choose for a fight with Sodo, so I chose a funny thing with Copia and then, the idea was built little by little! I hope you enjoyed <33

- - - : Timeskip

~ ~ ~ : Flashback

- - -

A new day begins in the abbey. The whole building is pretty quiet, only the footsteps of the sisters are heard with a few chatters here and there.

Only, this usual calm is cut by the sound of mud breaking. This noise resonates in the corridors and surprises all people passing near the room from which the sound source comes.

Inside this room are the Ghouls. Usually the band is having fun or training for the various Ghost Band Tours. But today, a completely different atmosphere takes place.

DewDrop finds himself crouched on the oak table in the hall, exposing his sharp teeth menacingly towards you, ready to pounce on you at any moment.

On your side, you turn to him again, leaving the vase, which he tried to throw at you earlier, with his eyes. Your gaze illustrates the bitter anger that has awakened in you. This anger that you have always felt towards Sodo.

Why were you mad at the Ghoul? Well... The male actually always hated you. And this, since your arrival in the abbey. You never knew why he couldn't stand you, and you still don't know today...

You and DewDrop can't take their eyes off each other. The other Ghouls then notice the momentum Sodo begins to build, ready to strike.

Instantly, as the Ghoul prepares to attack you, Mountain and Aether lunge at him, holding him back from doing more damage than before.

"- Enough, Sodo! You both have done too much!

- Don't complain about having problems with Sister Imperator or Papa..."

You mock the words of Aether and Mountain, staring at them with an annoyed expression :

"- Papa won't say much... He's not Primo, Secundo or even Terzo. Not even Papa Nihil! I remind you that it's Copia."

The female Ghouls, who from the beginning stay in the back of the room, look at each other and nod when they then turn to you as Cirrus validates your words :

"- Y/N is not wrong... We will say that... Copia is a little more open than the previous Dads.

- That doesn't prevent him from getting angry whenever he wants. There Dew, you smashed his favorite stupid vase he set up three days ago."

Everyone turns to Swiss who shrugs before throwing his hands up innocently :

"- All I want to say is that you're in deep shit Sodo. And you too Y/N.

- Me!?

- Dewdrop wasn't fighting alone."

You sigh in defeat and turn your back on Swiss. You know he's right, but you don't want to own it. After all, it was Sodo who had been looking for him!

Aether and Mountain bring Sodo down from the table and as calm slowly begins to return, the front door slams open, taking all of the Ghouls by surprise a bit except for Swiss, who raises his finger and stands. from :

"Five, four...

- What happened here?

- Three, two... One...

- My vase!!"

Everyone stops doing anything in the room, never knowing how Copia will react. Knowing that he is very attached to his strange business that only he loves under this roof.

The former Cardinal rushes towards the shattered object before turning to his Ghouls, the larger pieces of the vase in his gloved hands.

"- Who is responsible for this mess, finally?"

Swiss comes out with his hands in his pockets and quickly the girls follow him. Then the other Ghouls come out. It's just you and Sodo with Copia. You stand there staring at Papa IV's vase.

You walk hesitantly towards him. Not knowing what to say, you chose the option: to apologize. You kneel in front of Dad and pick up the few remaining pieces on the ground:

"- I'm sorry Papa... It wasn't voluntary. If necessary, we'll give you another one.

- Aaaah, Amico! You know I cared about that vase! It was unique and more... I had it done!

- I know.. And again, I'm sorry. The next one will surely not replace him, but we will take one back."

Seeing that Copia remains rather calm about the situation despite his disappointment, Sodo begins to back away, telling himself that the former Cardinal thinks it's only your fault.

Unfortunately for him, the last Dad turns in his direction without really looking at him :

"-DewDrop?"

Copia's voice causes the Ghoul to stop instantly. He looks again at the man crouching in front of the debris before advancing a few slow steps towards him.

"- Papa..?

- I guess if Y/N broke my vase, it's not alone?

- Are you accusing me?

- Oh please... Don't take me for a uomo stupido. You fight regularly and it's not the first time that such a mess has been made."

Sodo sighs, dropping his arms to his sides as he stares away from you and Copia, annoyed at the situation.

Papa IV gets up, still with the debris of the vase in his hands. He grabs an empty fruit basket which is placed on the table of the room to deposit the broken pieces there.

Having picked up the remains on your side, you do the same as Copia as the man speaks again :

"- Know that even if I care about you, even if I am less severe than your previous Dads, you will not come out unscathed from this stupidity."

You and Sodo exchange eye contact, eyes widening, as you wonder what lies ahead. You both turn to Papa, who raises a finger in the air, like a parent scolding his children.

"- I want you to clean this whole room for me. And when I say everything, it's not to be taken lightly! Floor, furniture, windows, everything! And you're lucky that I don't ask you not the whole Abbey!"

While you sigh like sulky children, Copia moves away from you before stopping at the doorstep. He looks in your direction again while he makes strange, exaggerated signs with his hands.

"- Now I'm going back to work. And I want this room to be clean when I get back! Hop hop hop!"

With these last words, the former Cardinal leaves the room, closing the door behind him.

Sodo turns to you, a dark look fixed on your silhouette.

"Don't look at me like that. We've got something to clean up, Dewy."

The Ghoul grunts as you walk past him, running out of the room to get some cleaning supplies from the saddler in the kitchen.

Dewdrop follows you anyway, muttering incomprehensible words under his breath.

- - -

Once back in the big room, you approach the windows, a bucket of water with glass cleaner in your hands and a dishcloth holding on your forearm.

Sodo just watches you do it, holding a dustpan and a classic broom in his hands in addition to a packet of wipes.

You sit on the edge of one of the windows after opening it before turning to Sodo :

"- Well... as agreed, I take care of the windows and you take care of the floor and the furniture.

- "As agreed"? You agreed that alone! You didn't even ask my opinion!

- Do you want to clean the windows which are tricky to do? You want to clean the windows so that when the next rain comes they'll be horribly dirty and you'll be frustrated? I think you'd rather skip it, right? Say I'm doing you a favor.

- A favor, hmpf..."

Dewdrop turns his back to you, going across the room to start getting rid of the dust. As for you, you roll your eyes before starting your window cleaning.

- - -

A few hours have passed.

After Dewdrop finished dusting and cleaning the furniture and you finished washing the windows, you made the floor more clean with soap and water.

Now you are seated on the benches around the table, patiently awaiting Copia's return.

Finally... "patiently". It's a big word because it's been a while since you finished your cleaning. The ground has had time to dry, and Papa Emeritus IV is still not there. You start to lose patience.

Refusing to get upset easily, you decide to try a simple conversation with Sodo, trying to lighten the mood and keep you busy until Papa arrives.

"- Uhm... It wasn't so bad cleaning up with you.

- What?

- I mean... Did you see it? We didn't argue, we didn't fight. It's not so bad?"

Sodo just shrugs. At least he didn't pull a nasty head, nor insulted or yelled at you. You take that as a good point.

"- The furniture is clean... You did a good job there.

- Of course... I didn't want to stay there very long so- I had to do it right."

You nod. You lay your head on the palm of your hand, searching for a new topic of discussion but to no avail.

A small start takes you when the Ghoul speaks again :

"- It wasn't bad on your part either...

- Are you paying me a compliment?

- Y-you made me one too technically!

- A-a compliment!? For you!? No way!

- You're lying to yourself!

- So are you!"

You point fingers at each other like kids. Realizing you were starting an argument and on top of that for something stupid again, you turn away from each other, deciding not to say anything more and not even look at each other.

Several minutes have passed and Copia is still not there.

You turn towards the door, wondering if it will open with a Copia crossing its threshold or not.

"- Papa really takes his time."

This time, you don't get an answer from Sodo.

You turn to him again and look at him curiously. The Ghoul crossed her arms on the table and rested her head on them. One could almost say that he can fall asleep at any time.

"- Sodo?

- Hmm...

- I have a question..

- If it's too boring, don't look, then think carefully about what you're going to ask me, Y/N."

You take a long but discreet breath before exhaling and asking :

"- Why do you hate me?"

At these words, Sodo freezes.

His hands gripped his arms forcefully. You're pretty sure he could sink his claws into it, even through his black shirt.

"I told you to think carefully about your question.

- Excuse me if this upsets you. But I really need to know...

- That much?

- You hate me and I don't know why, the others don't tell me anything when I ask them when they seem to know! It concerns me, I have the right to know, right?

Dewdrop doesn't look at you.

In fact, he looks at the wall to his left, preferring to observe the paintings that are hung there rather than the person sitting in front of him.

With a sigh, you stand up. Sodo turns to you, looking at you with furrowed brows and also with a hint of curiosity.

"- What the hell are you doing?

- I go out. You can see that Papa isn't coming back. He must have forgotten us. And I can't stay with someone like you who can't even sympathize or even explain to me what's wrong!"

Fists clenched, you lose patience and start heading for the exit.

As you reach for the door, your wrists are gripped by two strong hands. You don't have time to realize what's going on until your body is pinned against the wall.

By realizing, you meet the gaze of the Ghoul present in the same room as you. You swallow hard as you try to struggle.

"- Get off me! Damn, what do you think you're doing!?

- Do you want to know why I hate you!?

- Why!?"

Dewdrop pins your wrists above your head with one hand as he grabs your chin between two fingers with another. While doing all this, his piercing eyes never leave yours.

You breathe heavily as you stare at him as well.

"- You are a man, that's all."

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.

Your breathing calms down as you try to figure out what's wrong with you being a man.

"Because I'm human, don't you like me?

- You don't understand..."

His grip on your wrists loosens, but he won't let you go. His hand that held your chin a few moments ago rests on your hip.

Sodo lets out a sigh.

"- By man, I'm not talking about your species... You're a male, Y/N.

- A-and...? There are "male" ones in this Abbey, so I don't see where the problem comes from-

- The problem is that I'm attracted to you, idiot."

A heavy calm sets in and you don't know what to say.

You stare at the Ghoul in front of you, speechless and the creature is still staring at you. Only this time, shame and guilt are reflected in his gaze.

However, Dew' gathers his courage in both hands and continues :

"- You attract me a lot... And it's so bad...

- What's wrong with loving the same sex, Sodo..? You know it's not forbidden here, and Papa is completely open about it.

- But Sister Imperator, and our reputation... Plus- the fact that you are a male human too... We would be too badly seen...

- Dewdrop, don't you dare repeat those sentences to me. In Hell either.

- If I were to love you as I wish, I would break you!"

As Sodo's grip on your wrists is weaker, you manage to free them. You then cup his face in your hands and stare deeper into his eyes.

"- So with all this anger and so-called 'hate'... you just wanted to protect me?

- If you want to understand it like that...

- That's how I understand it, Sodo. And know that it doesn't matter what other people think, it's what you feel... It's your emotions, not anyone else's, so it's up to you."

Dewdrop hardly swallows his saliva. His eyes close as he mutters a simple "shit". Raising his gaze to you, he grabs your face as you hold his and presses his lips to yours.

His cold mask makes contact with your face, but you don't mind that much.

Sodo writes down what you told him a few moments ago and quickly, he doesn't hold back anymore. He presses you against the wall a little more, kissing you more passionately and not wanting to be separated from you for even a second.

Only, Satan decided otherwise.

As you lose yourself in your ecstasy, the door opens and a cry of surprise snaps you out of your reverie :

"- Oh, Satana, my apologies!!"

You look in the direction of the entrance to the room to find Copia hiding his eyes. The man searches for the doorknob and once he grabs it, he gives you a few hand signals before saying :

"- I-I'll check tomorrow for the room! I hope it's well cleaned! In the meantime, go and find a room!"

With these words, Papa leaves the room, leaving you both alone again.

You turn to Sodo and he does the same. You both stare at each other for a moment before laughing. Dewdrop stops his laugh and straightens up, still staring straight at you.

"- Where were we?"

A bead of sweat runs down your temple as you laugh again, but nervously this time.

You're gone for a long night with your Ghoul, dear!

[goorehound]

REQUEST AND HC INFO

Warning:

This is an 18+ account. I am an adult, I write with the intent for my content to be enjoyed by other adults. I can’t hold you at gunpoint and demand you respect this of course, but it would be super rad if you listened of your own free will!

There will be adult references (non sexual - drugs and alcohol etc) that may still be in pieces marked SFW. This is your warning.

Requests info below the cut

The characters I depict are fictional. I will not write actual, real life people.

The information in this list will be updated here and there but this is a rough idea of my current stances!

I am more than open to writing ships or reader inserts of any gender or sexuality. If you are requesting an x reader and don’t specify gender I’ll usually opt for a gender neutral reader! But please specify if you want sfw or nsfw.

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Fandoms I’ll gladly write for:

Repugnant (band)

Ghost (band)

Dead By Daylight (video game)

Modern Warfare (video game)

Watch Dogs 2 (video game)

Marauders (Harry Potter universe)

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Ships and characters:

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Repugnant

Mary Goore x Reader

Mary Goore x Papa III

Mary Goore x Copia

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Ghost

Ghouls x Reader

Papa II - Papa IV x Reader

Ghouls x Papa

Dewdrop x Aether, Rain, Swiss, Copia or Mountain

Aether x Dew, Rain or Copia

Swiss x Rain, Dew or Mountain

Mountain x Rain, Swiss or Dew

Alpha Ghoul x Omega Ghoul

Alpha Ghoul x Papa III

Special Ghoul (Phil) x Papa III or Papa IV

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Dead By Daylight

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface)x Reader

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Frank Morrison (The Legion)

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Michael Myers (The Shape)

Danny Johnson (The Ghostface) x Dwight Fairfield

Michael Myers (The Shape) x Reader

Frank Morrison (The Legion) x Reader

David King x Dwight Fairfield

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Modern Warfare

König x Reader

König x Simon “Ghost” Riley

Simon “Ghost” Riley x Reader

John “Soap” MacTavish x Reader

Simon “Ghost” Riley x John “Soap” MacTavish

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Watch Dogs 2

Wrench x Reader

Wrench x Marcus

Wrench x Josh

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Marauders

Sirius x Remus

James x Regulus

James x Lily

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[deansliebling]

ok so like,, me and my friend are doing this thing on discord where were like acting like the ghouls an shit,, so far its me and him. but we still need the whole squad cause yk why not. So rn were looking for a Cirrus,, Cumulus,, Emeritus or Cardinal,, Dewdrop,, Rain,, and Moutain. But who ever is Dew Rain and Moutain ,, we need to make sure your fine with the shipping cause me and them think Aether x Dew is a adorable ship,, and well i dont mind this ship but its also just a rather wholesome group,, its Moutain x Swiss x Rain,, Me as swiss ofc. and my friend is Aether,, this is basically just for fun. People we can mess around with lmoa,, hit me up if you want to join. when we get all of them ill be sure to post about it. But feel free if you have any Ghost oc's or anything hit me up and ill let you join. We are gonna have the Main Groupd as the server admins an such,, just for safty messures. anyways,, just comment or invite me to chat if you want to join. then send me your discord then ill add you and we can go from there!

We'll also have a out of convo channel to it and the such like that really anything we can think of. Also! The main Eight will discuss this together if we will have a group chat with just us to discuss things an such. or if we will make a private channel and do so,, we will also try to astablish some rules for the starting and then add some more when we get everyone. dont be shy,, just hit me up and we'll discuss who you want to be,, not that hard! and if you need to or to scared to contact me just sending me your user an such and then ill handle it from there. and if the main seven or eight if we can. want to all match together whenever dont be afraid to ask. :)

DewDrop - Taken

Aether - Taken

Swiss - Taken

Rain - Taken

Mountain - Taken

Cumulus - Available

Cirrus - Taken

Papa Nihil - Available

Sister Imperator - Available

Cardinal Copia/Papa IV - Taken.

Emeritus - Taken

[copiousloverofcopia]

Hi! I’m the anon who requested the Swiss/Aether fic you wrote. I am so sorry it took me so long to get feedback to you but I absolutely loved it. I really liked the way you wrote the ghouls and I cannot wait to see more ghoul content from you if you decide to do more!

I am so glad you liked it 🥰

I am not the best at the ghouls but that's the personalities I see for those two lol.

I have some some stuff that involves the ghouls coming up, but maybe in more supporting roles.

I don't usually write for them unless someone asks 😅

For you and anyone interested in content with ghouls in the ghexy way or where they are a main character, here are the other fics I have with them:

Another Lazy Sunday (NSFW)

Aether x Swiss x Reader

The Quiet Ones (NSFW)

Rain x Papa IV

The Show (NSFW)

Dew x Reader x Papa IV

My Lioness (NSFW)

Cirrus x Papa iv

The Souvenir (NSFW)

Cirrus x Reader x Papa IV

Candy Wrappers (SFW)

Cumulus x Papa IV x Sister of Sin

😁 Also if you're looking for some other quality ghoul related content may I suggest the works of @the-cardinale and @ghoulish-fiction. Both of them have my favorite ghoul stories/drabbles 😏

[findyourrp]

Please be 21+ to interact!!! ❤️

21+. She/Her. Looking for some various (smaller/less popular) fandom roleplays. I'm mainly interested in canon x canon pairings but will consider some canon x OC. For canon x canon, I'm open to MxM (strong preference) or MxF. For canon x OC, only MxM. I like canon/canon divergent plots and write on Discord (third person, past tense, 200-400 words on average). I'm a sucker for romantic relationships and don't mind/encourage writing smut but with a healthy does of plot. I'll be sharing my strongest muses (the name on the left) for each and my greatest ship desires for them (the names on the right). I do have other muses, and I'm willing to discuss other ships. But, if you want me at my most enthusiastic, what I have listed is what I'm most interested in.

Ghost BC:

Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV: Terzo, Aether, Dew, Phantom

Dewdrop Ghoul: Copia/IV, Terzo, Aether, Rain, Swiss

Grand Theft Auto IV:

Dimitri Rascalov: Faustin, Niko

Francis McReary: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Gerry McReary: Niko

Mikhail Faustin: Dimitri, Niko

Niko Bellic: Dimitri, Gerry, Faustin, Ray, Packie

Ray Boccino: Niko, Phil

Saw Franchise:

Mark Hoffman: Strahm

William Schenk: Zeke

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre Franchise:

Charlie Hewitt Jr.: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Drayton Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Johnny Sawyer: Sonny, Leland, Julie

Nubbins Sawyer: Danny, Maria

Tex Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

Tinker Sawyer: No one in particular - Open to discussion

If you'd like to work something out, please message me (HIGHLY preferred) or like this post and I'll message you.

In either case, in your first message, please tell me about your writing style, what fandom(s) you were interested, and what ships you might be interested in or characters you were interested in writing against. I WILL NOT be responding to simple "I was interested in your ad" messages and other ones of that nature. 99% of the people who don't say much tend to eventually ghost me.

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[copias-thrall]

I really liked the Papa III x F! S/o where the s/o was a typical shy and cute introvert, but this huge dork with those closer to her. Would it be alright if I requested the same with our dear Papa Copia (god I’m so happy to call him papa now :) )

Of course, nonny! Let’s get some sweet Papa IV up in here.

(Reference Prompt here. 😊)

Copia notices you because of your quiet nature. There are lots of Siblings that are vying for his attention and favors…and then there you are: sitting quietly during mass and reading the hymn book.

(He doesn’t have to know that you’ve been reading the same page the whole time while you admire him from out of the corner of your eyes.)

Every time he looks out, all he sees is your quiet dignity, and it speaks to him on such a personal level. While he’s grown to enjoy and embrace the showmanship of the Ghost project, he’s not a natural extrovert. So, when he sees you existing in your subdued state, he can’t help but yearn to be right there with you.

He sees you reading your book in the quad on a nice day, and he immediately pictures himself with his head in your lap as you read to him. When he spies you daydreaming in the library, he imagines what it would be like to play footsie with you under the table. As he comes across you sweeping the halls with your headphones on, he pictures giving you a homemade mixtape to listen to while you work.

Really, he wants to worm his way into the rich inner life he knows you must have.

He never does anything about it, though—in his mind you’ve been perfectly clear about your indifference to him. And he’d rather not stammer through an invitation that you’re only going to reject.

The mess hall is always a sticking point for Copia. He loves the attention—he does; it amuses him to watch the Siblings fight over who acquires his meal and who gets sits next to him. He’s still a man with an ego, and he likes it to be stroked.

But.

Some days, the whole scene just gives him a headache. On days just after an important sermon, or when he’s just back from tour, or when he’s spent the morning on a stack of paper Imperator has given him, “ASAP now, please, Papa”—it’s simply too much for him to have to be On for his admirers.

On those days, he has his Ghouls create a distraction (and Dew is always more than happy to set a fire) so that he can get in and get out with no one noticing. Then, he tries to find a quiet, out of the way place to eat his food in peace.

And that’s how he encounters you cavorting about with your friends.

You're out on the grounds because it's a fine spring day, and he can't believe that his this reserved, demure Sister is running about and chasing her fellow sister with a worm! You're laughing—not a coy titter, but a full belly laugh after you make a ribald joke about Imperator and a Brother!

Copia gapes.

You have a secret side that only your intimates know about? Well! It’s a circle he desperately wants to be a part of! (Even if he’s contractually not allowed to jest about the Seestor.) 

He imagines your laugh ringing out in his quarters as you let his babies crawl all over you (someone who doesn’t mind worms surely wouldn’t mind rats, yes?), and how you'd make him laugh with your uncouth humor. He can almost taste the domesticity.

But…he decides to stay out of sight—he doesn't want to ruin the party (which he’s sadly come to realize that, as Papa, he does quite often just by virtue of his presence)—and that’s when he realizes he actually has a hope.

You’re lying back in the grass, watching the clouds roll by, and you say,

“Hey, that one looks like a rat,” to which your friend responds, “That’s just cuz you have Popia on the brain.”

“I do not!”

“You think he’s gOrGeOUs, you want to KisS him, you want hUG him,” he singsongs.

“Shut it!” you screech as your face flushes and you throw a balled up napkin at him. 

He blocks it easily, and you lie back down with a huff.

“Whatever. He doesn’t even know I’m alive.”

Embarrassingly, the conversation shifts to how you’ve done it to yourself and if you’d just look at Copia instead of doing your best impression of a church mouse, that would be a good start.

Your face burns the whole time. I mean, having his intense focus just on you? 

You shudder. 

Surely you’d combust.

Copia bites his fist.

He could…? Have you??

***

Perhaps any of the other Papas would have been on you like white on rice…but research has always been more Copia’s thing.

Which means he spends the next few weeks slinking about like a bad spy (seriously—he might as well have on Groucho Marx glasses) trying to figure out what all your favs and interests are. 

And the Siblings are beginning to talk about it.

“He was behind a column, and I thought he was a statue,” hisses one. “He moved, and it scared the crap out of me!”

“I saw him petting the potted plants in the west corridor like a weirdo,” whispers another. “I hope Primo doesn’t hear about it!”

“I went into the broom closet to get cleaning supplies, and when I pulled the light on, he was just…standing there!” laughs someone else. “I was too surprised to be startled. He just coughed and excused himself!”

The only weird thing to you is that you seem to be the only Sibling who hasn’t witnessed Copia being adorable odd.

You often sit by that pillar to read when it’s chilly outside, and that area in the west corridor is where you sweep. Heaven!—that broom closet is next to the wash station you use! How haven’t you seen him even once?

Dew thinks this is great fun. He’s been suggesting even more ridiculous schemes (that Swiss and he giggle about back in the Ghoul dorms) for Copia to “overhear” you and your party—which Copia is taking down in earnest.

Aether thinks Copia’s being a dumbass and guesses he and the girls will have to fix this mess. Cirrus thinks Copia just needs to learn the hard way (“He’s taking advice from Dew—how does he not know better?!”), but Cumulus agrees. The two of them coral Copia into the practice space where they firmly, but gently, tell him to stop pussyfooting around and just kiss the girl already!

Copia stutters out a series of awkward rat noises before simply nodding.

“I have been procrastinating, eh?”

“You can do it, Boss.”

“Who’s the best Papa!”

Copia straightens his posture. “I am.”

***

You’re staring out the window in the classroom—woolgathering instead of dusting—when you hear a quiet throat clear behind you. You nearly jump out of your skin and hurriedly turn to make your excuses.

What you’re expecting is Sister Imperator on one of her shadow runs—but what you see is a one (1) Papa in his casual blacks (that still seem vacuum-sealed onto him) looking at you with eyes full of mirth.

It’s with great effort that you yank your eyes from his thighs up to his face.

“Oh! Your Dark Excellency, sir! I-I-I…” you stutter before composing yourself. “If you need the room…?”

A smirk turns up one side of his lips as his white eye twinkles at you.

“It is you I wish to be seeing.”

You toss the duster to the side and smooth down your habit.

“M-me?”

“Sí.”

Did you do something wrong??

You worry nervously at the sides of your habit.

“I—” Copia starts, then suddenly looks unsure. He runs his hands over his head, smoothing his thick hair back into place.

He starts again, his speech clipped and formal.

“Would you do me the honor, Sister, of joining me for dinner?”

 “I—dinner?” Like a staff dinner? Or...?

Copia blinks at you.

“I am asking you on a date.”

You blink right back.

Just you and him? Alone… 

His face turns into lines of apprehension.

“Mi scusi—perhaps I am mistaken.”

He starts to back away, and you finally find your voice.

“Wait!”

When he stops, you gulp and take a deep breath.

“I would like that, Your Dark Excellency.”

A look of relief smooths his worried expression right before he smiles at you.

“Ah…‘Papa’ is fine, Sister.”

He takes his leave of you, closing the door behind him.

You manage to hold yourself together for another moment before you let out a loud whoop and jump up and down (and unbeknownst to you, Copia is standing just outside the door, beaming).

***

Dinner went over smashingly (literally—between the nervous energy of two of you, a plate, a goblet, and a wine bottle all ended up in pieces). Copia was the perfect mix between awkward rat man and smooth Papa, and you felt comfortable enough to engage easily in conversation with him. 

You’d been a little trepidatious about after dinner (Copia certainly had not absented himself from the pleasures afforded to a Papa), but the only thing you’d done in his quarters was to meet his rats.

He’d walked you back to your room, then asked if he could kiss you. It was just a press of his lips to yours as he’d cupped your cheek, but it had felt like a promise.

The two of you end up making a perfect couple, actually. Copia, of course, respects your quiet demeanor, but it’s more than that—he understands it. The only time he singles you out is when you need to be his date to a clergy function or Abbey party—and he always gives you forewarnings for those!

On the flipside, you and he have the high capacity to be total dorks. The two of you feed off each other's humor, often being the only two in the room cracking up as you wheeze half-uttered statements at each other while the rest of the gathered looks on with pained expressions.

But neither of you care. 

You finally have your Papa, and he’s made all of his imaginings with you a reality.