#Terzo is glad either way

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Brat :/

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This is not depraved at all (unless you take it there somehow 👀)—so I will completely understand if you ignore this as it is not very on brand. We stan the king of ghoul rimming in this house. I really adore your fic about Copia coming home from tour and big boy Aeth sucking his brain out through his dick. I would love to know when the ghouls decided finally show Copia their faces and how it went. Even as itty bitty headcanons. Really glad to hear your surgery went well btw ♡ and thank you for sharing your writing with us! xx, @ghuleh-recs

It isn't actually an expressly forbidden thing. There's no rule that states the ghouls need their faces covered all the time, around the abbey. On stage, of course, but off? Imperator has never made any such decree. (Nihil never did, either, but we all know who's actually in charge.)

They prefer to keep masked when they aren't around only each other. The door to the ghoul common room is near an annex of the building and is locked for a reason; they prefer privacy. It's a lot of work to keep the human glamour going, and there's something about being seen in their true form, in any level, that feels intimate beyond words.

So, when Aether approaches Copia and lays a hand on his shoulder, leans in and invites him back after mass one night, Copia understands the gravity of the situation when he realizes what it is they want to share with him. And standing by the fireplace once inside, with his dear band ghouls surrounding him...he sees their eyes through the metal, knows how keenly he is being watched. Can feel nervousness that is not entirely his. It feels just as much that he's under a spotlight here, now, as it does when he's on stage for a ritual.

"Will you look human at all?" Copia asks softly, peering up at Aether.

"Some of us do," Aether murmurs. "More than Alpha and Omega. Any of the older ghouls."

He once heard Terzo describe looking at Omega's true face as "confusing". He never asked any follow up questions to clarify that statement, but he's always wondered if confusing meant strange to look at, or strange to look at because his human brain couldn't figure out exactly what it was looking at, in an Eldritch horror kind of way. If hellspawn are naturally just beyond what mortal minds can know.

"Are you sure?" Copia asks, though his hands are already reaching towards Aether's face. "You want me to see you?"

"We want you to know us," Aether replies simply, and carefully, so carefully, Copia slides off Aether's mask, like the metal might turn out to be sugar and splinter and break if he isn't gentle.

It's more human than he expects, but still so unnatural it makes him shiver. He sucks in a breath and takes in Aether's features; the deep grey skin, the fangs poking through black lips. His nose looks crooked, the skin pinched in the angles like it had been broken and stretched. There's texture in the skin that makes it look so distinctly inhuman. Copia looks into lavender eyes and gawks.

"Aether," he says, "you're lovely."

A smiling demon is a sight. Aether looks so pleased, and immediately sighs, shoulders slumping as he relaxes. To his right, Swiss laughs.

"He was so worried," he tells Copia, "you were gonna think he was ugly."

"I wasn't worried," Aether mutters, trying to shrug it off. Copia can tell by the petulant tone Swiss is telling the truth.

"Oh yes you were," Swiss says, and then Copia watches his face revealed, the mismatched eyes, the brilliant white of fangs against skin that looks less like skin and more like a void.

And one by one, they make themselves that much more known to Copia. Rain is the last, and the most hesitant. Dew keeps a hand on the small of Rain's back, a soothing little gesture.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to," Copia reminds him.

"He wants to," Dew says, answering for Rain. "He's just shy." The pale blue of Rain's eyes flash at Dew, and Copia just knows if he could see the expression right now, it would be a withering thing.

Rain lifts the mask away.

There's a weird iridescent quality to the skin. Copia's brain tells him it's wet, but when he reaches out with an ungloved hand and lays it gently against the angle of a cheekbone, it feels dry and warm. His nose is thin. Flat. Stripes under his jaw reveal gills. And where a mouth would be, Copia finds lips that look half melted together. Distinct in one corner, and like ruined wax on the other side. A feature that tried to form, and melted in the fire during his summoning.

"Is this why you're so quiet?" Copia asks carefully.

Rain nods and lets his eyes close, pressing his cheek into the warmth of Copia's palm.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Let's Get These Heels Off...

Burlesque!Terzo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, MDNI!, Lingerie, basically smut with a little tiny bit of plot 🤷‍♀️

Word count: 3.4k

ANYWAY, I'M BACK HI HELLO!!!!! I really did not mean to take a hiatus, but I am in grad school and that just needed my attention these past weeks. I have been writing the whole time, this just happens to be the first thing to get finished!

But! I am sooooo excited about this! @angellayercake and I have been squealing and giggling and losing our minds over burlesque Terzo for months now and she requested this special 🥰 it was an honor to write this for you, my dearest Cake, and I hope you love it as much as I love Pastimes for a Retired Papa and Banchetto!!! Enjoy 😘

Photo credit to @theshamelessghoul @vitadevoid on Instagram 🩷 please go follow both of her accounts, she's an absolutely beautiful artist.

After stalking his Instagram page every night for a week, you knew you had to see him perform in person. Not to mention that Vegas isn't too far a drive from your place. You 𝘩𝘢𝘥 to see him, you just had to.

And that's how you found yourself at the door of this club, paying the high cover charge. The venue was well worth it though, beautiful dark decor, mirrors and dim lighting making the place feel large, but intimate. You'd made it a point to dress appropriately, wanting to look fine and feel your best, but not outshine the performers. So you went with a tight black leather dress that displays your bust nicely, black lace long sleeve crop top layered over, and of course black stiletto heels to match.

Glad you came by yourself to fulfill this silly little fantasy, you take a seat in a quaint cushioned arm chair, noticing the array of vintage mismatched furniture, and order a drink. There was already a set going on, dancers gracefully moving across the stage, with the lighting offering glimpses of the room while keeping most of the viewers concealed in the shadows. You were grateful for that.

You'd never been to a place like this before and you just wanted to view the art from a distance.

Just in time too, as the one you'd been longing for took the stage, his presence larger than life, seemingly squeezing all the air from the room... And he hadn't even shown any skin yet.

His gig was definitely out of the ordinary, but there was something so alluring about watching this Anti-Pope, Papa Emeritus the Third, sashay across the stage. His dance style is slow and sensual, teasingly revealing a fishnet clad leg here or a lace covered hip there as he slowly works his way out of his papal vestments.

He certainly has the bedroom eyes down to a science as you find yourself unable to look away. Another thing that's hard to look away from is that beautifully plump ass, showcased so artfully with leather straps cupping his cheeks.

The Anti-Pope was well practiced at making his way across the floor, legs spread sinfully and hands groping various body parts. Lastly, he unhooks his corset to reveal tassels on his nipples, and he wasn't left in much more than those and a pair of panties. A few more twirls around the stage and the last few notes of the song ring out, while the lights go totally dark, leaving it pitch black in the room. The click of his heels returning backstage are the only sound until the lights slowly come back up.

Hell, he really knew how to leave a crowd wanting more. Or maybe it was just you--either way, you were happy to have seen him perform in person. It had been worth the drive and every penny.

You were pleasantly surprised to find him in the kickline of a few other performances that night, for the performers that needed back up dancers. Although you did think it was unfair for the boss to put him in the back like that, because he always stole the stage from whoever was supposed to be leading.

After the night had simmered down, a few of the dancers creeped out into the audience, mingling with the crowd to keep them happy and earn the waiters some higher tips. There were still a few performances happening, but they hardly held your attention as you felt a shift in the vibe. Papa had come out from backstage and was taking his time greeting the guests, many of them wanting to kiss his hands or cheeks.

He's so charismatic that people are drawn to him like a magnet. You feel the pull too, but you're perfectly content to watch from afar... It's not like he would know you anyway.

That is, until it seems like he's coming your way. Is he? No. Surely he's looking for someone behind you.

Tensing your fingers around the arms of the chair, you try to straighten up as best you can as he saunters right over, leaning forward and placing his hands on top of yours, effectively pinning you to the spot. His nose is only inches from yours as he looks you over, "Didn't your Mama teach you it's impolite to stare?"

"D-don't mind me... I'm just enjoying the view, um, Papa." You knew you didn't stand a chance of sounding confident in front of him, so you just did your best not to fumble your words.

He smirks, letting you know he enjoys the flattery, "Please, tesoro, call me Terzo. Papa is simply my stage name." He winks and offers his hand up to your lips.

Carefully, you take his hand in yours, appreciating his short black nails, before softly placing a kiss to his knuckles. "Terzo," you whisper, mostly to yourself.

While his hand is still in yours, he snakes his hand around your wrist before bringing it to his lips. "And you? Who are you this evening, dolce mia?"

"Just a starstruck fan," you supply before giving your name.

Still kissing his way up your arm, he tries your name on his tongue before nipping at your earlobe, earning a heavy breath from you.

"Would you like to take this somewhere a bit more private, bella?"

You stutter, "I-I didn't... I didn't think that was allowed here."

"Sì, sì, you are right, 'no stripping here on The Strip', eh?" he chuckles. He stands up and stares you down, looking you directly in the eyes, "I guess I'll be getting off all by myself tonight then." He fakes a pout before flashing a playful look at you.

Suddenly he's walking away, as if he'd forgotten about you all together.

"Hey, wait!"

He keeps walking, heading up the spiral staircase behind the stage. You hesitate momentarily before chasing him up the stairs. You had come all this way; why not take the fantasy as far as he would let you?

Upstairs, he sits at his vanity, illuminated beautifully by the soft light. Yet again, you stare as he fixes up his makeup. When he sees you behind him, he makes a comment about you being in his mirror.

But then he stands up and you're drawn to one another. He turns and within a second, his hands are on your jaw and yours on his waist, making out.

At some point, you were spun around and the next thing you know, you're being backed into another vanity, stumbling into it as lip glosses and tubes of mascara roll onto the floor. Grabbing roughly at your ass, Terzo lifts you onto the vanity, mouth never leaving yours. In fact, he uses it as leverage to gain access to your tongue.

Your fingers tremble in an attempt to untie the silk robe he'd covered his lingerie with, while he's working your black lace top off. As it drifts slowly to the floor, you start to hear a rumbling noise across the room.

Terzo pulls away from you, and before you can ask what the noise is, he's pulling you off the vanity. "Come with me, cara mia," he whispers, dragging you behind one of the various curtains back stage. Suddenly the room fills with chatter, and you realize the noise had been many, many sets of high heels coming up the stairs. The night must be over downstairs and the club getting ready to close.

Wrapped in a shroud of darkness behind the heavy velvet curtain, you feel Terzo's hands return to your waist and his lips at your ear, "Quiet, dolcezza, we wouldn't want to get caught, would we?"

"No," you reply, trying not to giggle. His mouth is curled into a big smile as it makes contact with your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and nips along your exposed skin. Silently you let out a shaky breath, fighting off a whimper.

"Ugh! Whose shirt is this?! They knocked over all my shit!" one of the dancers yells, receiving a low chuckle from Terzo.

Hands sliding up his body, you finally slip that robe from his shoulders, exposing more skin, but your hands are much more interested in diving into that luscious black hair, which draws another low noise from the man. "Shhhh," you breathe out.

His hot mouth is now lapping at your cleavage, until his thumb finds the scandalously placed zipper on the front of your tight leather dress. Inching the pull tab down, his nose dips down to the space between your breasts where he places a soft kiss.

Gently you hold him against you, one hand tangled in his hair, the other on his cheek. Undoubtedly, you have his face paint all over you, but Terzo is simply alluring in everything that he does. From the way he performs on stage, grasping everyone's attention in the palm of his hand to the dangerous way he romances you, kissing you like he loves you... you know you'll never get enough.

Finally, the dressing room starts to quiet down. Girls chatter about where they're going to grab dinner or who's going home with who. And eventually, you're left alone with your lover for the night.

Peaking his head out from behind the curtain, Terzo nods that the coast is clear, taking your hand and smirking, "Per favore, bella mia, follow me. I know the perfect place to have my way with you."

Cocky in an endearing way, that's how you'd describe him. A stranger who somehow knows exactly what you need... It's maddening, but comforting.

However, upon reaching some kind of office door, you are given some pause, "Hey, woah, where are we going?"

"Just through here, amore," he tugs your hand.

"I mean, is that someone's office? Are we supposed to be in here?" You question him, but the idea of getting caught has certainly done something to you.

"Sì, the owner's. Won't it be fun, dolce?"

Looking between his hand still holding yours and his playful duochromatic eyes, you can't deny him. "Yes," you grin, biting your lip as he pulls you through the doorway, nearly slamming it behind you.

Despite him not being the largest man, he has full control of your body, making quick work of shoving everything off the desk and laying you back on it. "Bellissima, cara mia, your beauty is unmatched," he mumbles, admiring your disheveled form spread out before him.

You huff, "Please... Have you seen yourself?" It was true. He looks like pure debauchery in that moment, leaning over you in nothing but heels, fishnets, and a black lace thong.

He smiles in a way that almost looks shy, "Sì, but tonight is all about you, no?" He leans over you on the desk, placing a kiss to your jaw.

"Who said that?" you sigh at his contact.

"You did, signora, with your actions," his lips start their decent down your body, again on your cleavage, your sternum, your belly, as he slowly unzips your dress and continues his explanation, "you drive all the way out here, from wherever you come from; you dress up; you spend your evening with us... I have never seen you before."

By now he's made his way to the waistband of your panties, kissing the skin just above the lace.

"Oh, and you know everyone who comes in here?" you chuckle and your hand comes up to massage his scalp.

"Mmm, sì, amore," he slides the zipper down to where it ends at your knees, allowing the dress to fall open, and he lifts one of your legs off the desk to nip at your inner thigh, "and if I do not know someone... I make it a point to introduce myself." His devious eyes flicker up to yours.

"So you do this with everyone you meet?" you sit up and raise your eyebrows, shaking the dress straps from your shoulders.

"Are you implying something about me, tesoro? Besides..." He ducks his head down, rubbing his nose perfectly across your clit, "It's not lady-like to kiss and tell."

Feeling his hot breath even through your underwear, you're met with those smoldering bedroom eyes he had on stage. When you let out an involuntary whimper, you have to stop yourself from urging his face towards your core.

Like a mind-reader though, he's pulling off your panties, "You must've been wet from the moment you saw me on stage." He grins proudly, but before you can chide him, Terzo's mouth is already on you, instead stealing the air from your lungs as his tongue circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Ah! Oh, Terzo..." you gasp as your fingers curl in his soft hair. If your eyes hadn't been screwed shut in pleasure, you would've seen the enjoyment written on your lover's face as he works his magic.

His hands grip your thighs roughly, pulling you to the edge of the desk to be able to dip his tongue between your folds, teasing your entrance. Your needy whines egg him on as he fucks you with his tongue, that perfect nose smashed up against your oh-so-sensitive clit. It's so overwhelming you actually try to push his face away, but Terzo digs his heels in, holding you firmly in place. Surely you'll have bruises where his fingertips clutch at your skin.

In an embarrassing amount of time, that familiar tension builds in your abdomen. Looking down at the man through your lashes, you feel an urge to beg for permission, but your mouth is unable to form the words. He senses it though, and gives you a gentle nod without disrupting his ministrations. Thighs squeezing against his ears and a high heel digging into his back, you cum for him, convulsing as he carries you through it.

Carefully, he stands up between your legs, allowing you to lean on him with your arms wrapped around his neck as you both catch your breath. Propping your chin up on his chest, you look up at Terzo. His face paint is totally wrecked, but you like seeing what's beneath it as well.

"Bene?" He whispers softly, "Was it good for you?"

"Yes," you let out a breathy laugh at the absurdity of that question. Eyes trailing down, you notice his painfully hard cock barely concealed by his thong. Looking up at him, you slowly reach for it, and you're met with a pleased hum when you palm at the head.

His lips find yours once again as he gently bucks into your hand, feeling just as needy for you as you'd been for him. "Per favore..." he rasps, "please."

"Please, what, baby?" you ask him.

"Fottimi," he says it so quietly you hardly hear him.

"Hm?" you look up, cupping his chin in your fingers, other hand still working his throbbing desire.

Squeezing his eyes closed, a beautiful blush blooms across his cheeks, "Fuck me. Please, fuck me..."

Seeing this once-confident performer enter such a space, you feel even more of a need to please him; it lights a fire like you hadn't experienced before. "Why don't you go lay on the couch for me then, hm?"

It's not lost on you how earlier you'd been worried to even come in the office, and now you're telling your lover to use the furniture.

He nods and takes a couple steps across the small room, heels clicking on the old hardwood floor. Pausing in front of the small piece of furniture like he has to think about it, he slowly bends at the hips, placing his hands on the soft cushion first, then following with his knees.

You follow him over, unable to resist his plump backside. Palming and squeezing at it, you chide him, "Putting your cute little ass on display for me? Just like you did on stage," you trail off. 𝘛𝘩𝘸𝘢𝘱! You earn an involuntary moan from Terzo as you spank him. He turns to look over his shoulder at you, where you then lean down and press a soft kiss to the hand mark you left on him, "I think I asked you to lay down."

He gives you that devilish grin before flopping back on the sofa, stretching and arching his back, feigning innocence.

Something about him acting this way emboldens you, so settling between his spread legs, you reach down and harshly tear open the front of his fishnet stockings, "If you want to act like a little whore, then I'm going to treat you like one!"

He reaches down to grab your wrist, placing it on his crotch and rutting against your hand again, "Sì, amore, please..."

Snatching your wrist away, you swat your fingers at his erection, making him jerk in a way that you're pretty sure means he liked it. "You're lucky you're so goddamn pretty."

"Hmm," he grins again, "Or what?"

"Or..." Roughly, you grab the waistband of his offending little panties and rip them down enough to expose him, the pretty pink tip dripping with precum. Taking his length in your hand, you stroke up and down, before continuing, "Or I wouldn't touch you like this..."

He whines at the way you handle him; he's so perfect, you know you can't resist him any longer.

Moving to straddle his hips, you grind your sex on his. This allows you to lean down and kiss him again, which he pulls you into hungrily. When you break away, you gaze into those lust blown mismatched eyes, "Or I wouldn't fuck you."

It's your turn to grin as you line him up with your entrance, and he becomes a writhing mess beneath you. Seconds later, however, the room is filled with gasps, sighs, moans as you finally become one.

With Terzo fully seated inside, you waste no time working your hips, easing you both into the motions of lovemaking. And what a picture you are: a tangle of limbs, lingerie, and stilettos.

His needy hands reach out to squeeze at your breasts, urging your bra straps off of your shoulders. Finally, you reach behind to unclasp the article of clothing and discard it. In an instant, your lover's hands return, cupping, massaging, and teasing your chest. The way his fingers roll your nipples already has them budding, but his mouth closing around one of them really does the trick.

With one hand cradling the back of his head and the other on his shoulder for support, you ride him at an energetic pace, gasping each time his teeth nibble at your sensitive skin.

"That's it..." he starts to whisper between love bites, "sì, principessa, oh, pl- per favore, take your pleasure from me."

Kissing the top of his head, you sigh into his ear, "Touch me... Touch me, please, Terzo!"

"Sì, signora," he obliges, his middle finger finding your clit easily, "Sei bella, così bella. Veini per me, cum on me, tesoro."

"I'm gonna..." You bite your lip, "Ahh, cum with me, baby."

Your second orgasm hits you like a wave, and it has you seeing stars. Feeling you clench around his cock, Terzo, blissed out, bites down on your collarbone as he follows you over the edge, spilling into your perfect velvety walls. Pain mixed with pleasure somehow heightens the sensation futher for you; it's nothing short of a miracle you were able to ride you both through your climaxes.

Terzo collapses straight back and you right on top of him, exhausted. His arms come up to wrap around you, gently tracing shapes into your back. When you give a tired groan, he offers, "Dai, we should get you upstairs, you stay the night with me."

"Upstairs? You live here?" you mumble into the crook of his neck.

"Sì, ragazza stupida," he chuckles, "I own this place."

"Hey!" you sit up and see him pointing at something... the name plate from the desk, thrown across the floor reading 'Terzo Emeritus.' Glaring back down at him, you argue, "Well, I'm not stupid, or whatever you said."

He smiles up at you, softly. "It means 'silly,' amore mio."

"Oh... Well still..." you lower your voice to a near whisper, "I would like to spend the night with you."

He reaches up to stroke your cheek, "Okie dokie, then. Let's get these heels off."

[ramblingoak]

A Gift of Bones

Chapter 2: A Papa's Touch

~~ Read Chapter 1: He Remembers. This story is a sequel to My Husband Is Now Bones although this can be read on its own ~~

Terzo with his crown of bones by the wonderful @sirlsplayland

This chapter focuses on Primo after he is resurrected although it does touch on Terzo and Secondo as well. Alpha has been put in charge of caring for him and the ghoul hopes his Papa will soon come back to himself...

Warnings: This story is dark! It addresses the death of the three Papas as well as the deaths of other main characters. While the overall theme of this story will be hopeful as it continues please take care in reading. This chapter has mentions of death and decapitation, brief mentions of gore and a heavy dose of angst. The Papas are technically zombies but Special is working on fixing it. Long live Zerzo. Nsfw, 18+ only, 2k words, thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers

None of the brothers came back as they were.

The one that hurt Alpha the most to watch was Primo.  The former Papa barely moved for the first few weeks and Alpha had found himself checking on the man far more than Omega had asked him to.  Special swore that the resurrection had worked, that Primo would just take some time to come back to himself but…something wasn’t right.  

It had taken some time to notice, Omega and Alpha had been busy going through the ranks and trying to figure out who could be trusted.  There had been more banishing spells done in the last week alone than Alpha had ever seen.  That didn’t even begin to address the Siblings of Sin.  Many of them seemed a little unsure of following Terzo as he currently was.  While his temperment seemed to have calmed down, largely in part to more spells done by Special, there was still something a little off about him.  

The severed head he kept lugging around wasn’t helping.

Secondo was another matter entirely and Alpha wasn’t ashamed to say he was glad Earth and Air were the ones dealing with him.  The three of them spent all their time in the catacombs at the moment.  The second oldest Papa had retreated down there quickly after being resurrected.  Secondo had been nearly feral when he came back, fighting off any ghoul in the room that dared to try and contain him.  

After Alpha had heard more about how the brothers had gone out of this world, Secondo's reaction made total sense.  The Papa had thought he was still trying to defend his brothers.  It was no wonder he assumed the same thing was happening when he was free from whatever dimension of Hell he’d been sent to.  Alpha could still hear his screams, guttural and painful as they clawed their way out of Secondo’s dry throat when he woke up.

He had only calmed down after Omega had brought Terzo in.  The two brothers had seemed to communicate although nothing had been spoken out loud.  Terzo had brought that damn head in with him, placing it on the ground between him and Secondo.  The smile they had exchanged was also a memory Alpha couldn’t get out of his head.  A mixture of something joyful and horrific that made his skin crawl.  Omega had looked on the entire time, beaming when they had embraced over Imperator’s head.   

When Terzo wasn’t around Secondo was tense and prone to violence.  Special reassured everyone that the behavior would fade as he familiarized himself with the world again but Alpha wasn’t so sure.  After the first few days (and a few missing Siblings) Secondo had gone into the catacombs and hadn’t reamerged.  Alpha didn’t see how spending all his time down there would help him become human again, or at least more human.  But if Omega and Special weren’t worried he wasn’t going to spend a lot of time on that thought either.

Primo absorbed most of his thoughts right now.

The resurrection of the eldest Emeritus brother was much different than Secondo’s.  He was quiet, barely moving as Special helped him sit up straight.  It seemed like he had aged decades while he was gone and for all Alpha knew that was certainly possible.  Special had no idea what dimension they all had been sent to and time worked differently in each one.  They might have been able to get answers from Imperator or some of the other ghouls involved but that was unfortunately not an option.  Not after what Terzo and Omega had done to them.

Alpha rounded the corner to reach Primo’s quarters but stopped when he saw the door wide open.  His tail swished irritably behind him as he crept closer, not really sure what he’d see when he reached the doorway.  If a few disloyal ghouls had somehow survived the initial purge and gotten ahold of Primo…well.  Alpha wasn’t sure there’d be anyone left after Terzo found out.  

“Papa?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer, Primo still hadn’t spoken a word.  But Alpha didn’t let that stop him.  While he was never the most talkative ghoul he made sure to fill the space with whatever stories or thoughts popped into his head.  Special had encouraged it and Alpha didn’t see any harm.  He wanted Primo back more than probably anyone else did.  Primo had always had a calming, commanding energy and that was something the church needed right now.  A grounding force to help keep everyone calm.

Alpha dejectedly looked around the room, seeing no sign of Primo.  No one had taken the time to clear out the space after his death so most everything was thankfully still in place.  Books and clothes laid out where they’d been the night of the attack.  It was neat and tidy just like it always had been.  The only things that were off were the plants Primo had kept, all of them quickly dying without his meticulous care.  Alpha had attempted to clear them out after getting Primo settled back in his room but Papa had made a small, wounded noise in his chest so the ghoul had left them.  

It was a rather morbid atmosphere for Primo, a man that took great pride in the gardens around the abbey.  In the large glass greenhouse that sat on the grounds nearby.  Alpha hated to see it but maybe the familiarity of all his things being in the same spot would help him.  He took a last look around and exited the room, trying not to look panicked as he strode through the hallways.  It was late and most of the Siblings and ghouls would be in their rooms but he still didn’t want anyone to see him looking nervous.  He definitely didn’t want to run into Omega who knew where he was supposed to be.

“Alpha.”

Well, fuck.  He bit back his groan and turned to greet the ghoul, his blood running a little cold when he noticed Terzo at his side.  They were arm in arm, Terzo even had his crown of bones atop his head.  Regal and macabre were the words that always drifted into Alpha’s head at the sight.  He resisted the urge to bow, deciding that it wasn’t an action he wanted to get used to.  

At least until they made him do it.

“Omega.  Papa.”  He gave them both a nod and tried to keep a relaxed posture.  “Everything ok?”

“Yeah, yeah we’re just leaving dinner.”  Alpha didn’t bother asking what dinner was, they were right next to one of the secret catacomb entrances and by the mess smeared all over Terzo’s chin Alpha knew Terzo was the one that had eaten.  “Aren’t you supposed to be with Primo?”

Alpha ignored Terzo’s low growl and nodded again,  “I just wanted to grab a book from the library.  Thought I’d try reading to him.”

“Oh, hey that’s a good idea.”  Omega wrapped an arm around Terzo’s shoulders when the man continued to growl.  “Stop that.”

“Well I’m gonna go.  You kids have a nice night.”

He did his best not to run away from the pair.  Running from Terzo was strongly discouraged.  Alpha continued down the hall trying to decide where to look for Primo first when he stopped as he walked past a bank of windows.  The sun had set an hour ago but with the full moon he could still see the grounds.  He could see the dead trees, the dried out flower beds.  Alpha could also see the old greenhouse, the glass walls sparkling in the moonlight.  It took a moment before he finally saw something out of place...

The doors to the greenhouse were wide open.

Leaves and twigs crunched loudly under his shoes as he quickly made his way to the building.  Being surrounded by the desiccated remains of his years and years of labor was not going to help Primo come back to himself, he didn’t need Special around to know that.  He tried to remain calm as he approached the door.  While Primo hadn’t exhibited any violent tendencies like his brothers he didn’t want to be the one to make those come out.

“Papa?”  He placed a hand on the cold glass as he stepped through the doorway, his eyes quickly falling upon the missing man.  “Primo?”

Not surprisingly he received no answer so Alpha kept moving closer.  Primo was standing absolutely still as he stared at the remains of a flower.  He wasn’t sure what type it had been, it was impossible to tell.  All that was left were a handful of dried petals and leaves barely hanging on to what remained of the stem.  Alpha reached out to take Primo’s elbow to try to lead him out but a sudden movement by Papa had the ghoul freezing in place.

A steady hand rose from his side, the familiar leather glove missing.  Alpha winced as he looked over Primo’s hand.  While his skin looked far better than it had, it still didn’t look right.  The color was wrong, pale and almost blue in places.  Primo straightened his pointer finger out and gently touched one of the old petals.  Alpha held his breath, expecting the petal to break off at the contact but it held strong.  Neither of them moved a muscle as the seconds ticked by until Primo abruptly dropped his hand, his breath leaving him in a rush.  Alpha had to step up to him quickly to help him stay standing.

“Easy Papa, easy.  I’ve got you.”

Primo’s eyes stayed on the dead flower as Alpha began to lead him away, like he was waiting for something.  Alpha continued to murmur soft words to the man as they left the greenhouse.  Talking about how they’d start working on cleaning the gardens up soon.  Doing his best to reassure him that they’d bring life to his work again.

Just like they had done for him.

Later, after Papa was settled back into his room, and after Alpha had bribed Zephyr to keep watch by his door, Alpha found himself back in the gardens.  He let himself remember how things were before everything had happened.  Before him and his friends, his family, had been either killed or banished back to Hell.  It bothered him that no one had taken care of the gardens in their absence.  He would have to speak with Omega soon about rebuilding and making sure that didn’t happen again.

The greenhouse was as silent as it was earlier but he still walked as quietly as possible.  He wished he knew enough about plants to be able to recognize what he was looking at.  Small trees lined the walls, maybe some sort of fruit tree judging by some of the debris he was walking over.  Further in were the smaller plants, delicate flowers and succulents that required the exact environment the greenhouse could maintain.  He stopped and sighed, letting his shoulders sag as the weight of everything piled on him for a moment.

This place deserved better.  The Papas had deserved better.  Alpha took a deep breath, turning to head back out and towards the abbey.  A flash of color gave him pause as he walked by where Primo had stopped earlier, at the dead flower he had focused on.  At the flower he had touched as gently as a man might touch a loved one.

A flower that was now alive.

Alpha knelt down, his tail swishing the leaves on the ground back and forth as he stared at the small thing.  At the stem that was now stronger and the leaves that were now warm and green.  The dead petals had dropped but there were already new ones growing in their place.  They were bright red, a strong flash of color that made Alpha’s heart ache.  

He carefully stood up, afraid to disturb even the air around it.  His Papa did this, his Papa had brought this small thing back.  A small symbol of hope that everything would be ok.  That things would be made whole again, back to how they were before.  He lowered his head for a moment and said a quiet prayer to Lucifer, a quiet thanks for whatever help he was giving them.  When he was done he turned and made his way outside, his steps more sure than they’d been for weeks.

Tomorrow he would help Papa get to work.

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Rooted in your love - P6: Darkened slumbers and warm hands.

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

Word count: 5k

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

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

Chapter summary: You wake from your strange slumber and have a tender moment with the Papa who’s been at your side since the beginning. A coincidental meeting leads to a new friendship, with the man under the façade.

Author’s note: No Cardinal Copia or Papa Secondo in chapter, but the next? 👀

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Part 1 🌿 - Part 2 🌿 - Part 3 🌿 - Part 4 🌿 - Part 5 🌿

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Slowly did your senses come back to you, soft light shining against your eyelids just like it did in the early mornings, waking you from the slumber you weren’t aware you had taken. Warmth was the second thing you became aware of; a heavy but comfortable weight enveloped you as the gentle scent of Primo’s cologne and aftershave hit you next, allowing you to deduce that you were most likely in his bed, cocooned in whatever blankets and sheets he’d found.

Normally, you would have smiled at the man’s adoring gestures to make you comfortable, were you not as confused as you currently were.

No longer were you in the dark mausoleum, it’s hollowed and empty halls filled with whispering voices and shadowed hands… Try as you might, you found you could not remember what the voices had spoken against the shell of your ear, blackened words now vague, hazy. Had they whispered honeyed lies into your ears while their shadowed hands pawed at your calves and feet? Or had they whispered prophecies that only gods should ever know about, things that were always destined to happen, no matter how much you fought back? Why had it called to you? What had beckoned you into its halls, promises of eternal peace lingering in the air?

You remembered not how you came to be within Primo’s chambers, however, full glad were you to be here instead of in a dreary hospital bed. Papa Emeritus I’s bedroom was adorned of red and black furniture… well, excluding the various colored knick-knacks you had gifted to him. Each item shone in its respective place, the bright colors almost appearing to clash with Primo’s beautiful pieces of furnishings. You sighed a quiet chuckle, remembering how adamantly Primo had expressed not caring about his other furniture compared to your gifts. The memory of him trying to prove his words by kicking his chair, only to hurt his toe almost made you start laughing again, hearing all over again how teasingly annoyed he’d been.

“Oh, how mean, to laugh at your Papa’s pain, il mio fiore!” Primo had grumbled as he’d fought against the smile that threatened to overtake his lips, eyes unsuspectingly trailed only on your laughing visage.

With effort, your tired eyes searched for either Papas as your body weakly protested, unwilling to obey your command to move just yet. You felt drained, so impossibly drained, fingers flexing once more to regain some semblance of control. How long exactly had you been out cold? Had you even been asleep the whole time, or had you been delirious enough to have thought so?

Whatever movement it was that you’d made, it successfully caught the attention of a man you had come to care deeply for, his mismatched gaze soothing you in ways you could hardly begin to explain. Primo’s visage entered your field of view, features equally taunt in both worry and relief, an almost sad smile playing along his unpainted lips whilst his eyes radiated words he dared not speak aloud.

“Hi…” You croaked, the smile that began overtaking your features making you seem like an Unholy Angel to the Papa seated at your bedside. He could scarcely believe it; here you were, waking from what he feared would be your final slumber, only to smile so radiantly at the sight of him.

“Hello, il mio Bambino.” Primo whispered back, hand reaching out to brush against your cheek softly. A light chuckle escaped from between his lips as you turned into his touch, soaking in the warmth of his ungloved hand. Whatever the amount of time was that you had been asleep, it appeared to have taken a toll on the both of you. A sense of fatigue rolled off of Primo’s form, most likely due to the fact that you’d occupied his bed for who-knows how long, leaving him to sleep on his armchair.

“Full glad am I to see you awake.”

“Full glad am I to be awake.” You tried to smile, tongue poking out to run along your dry bottom lip. Primo wondered if it was entirely by instinct that his dissimilar eyes shot down to watch the movement before common sense hit him, blinking and standing to get you a glass of water.

“Scusa Bambino, your Papa is… tired.” Came his voice from his kitchen, hurriedly making his way back towards you, a smile gracing his lips once more. You happily accepted the water, slowly moving to seat yourself up so as to not choke.

“How are you feeling?”

You pondered the question as you greedily drank, mind still hazy.

“Confused… I, uh… don’t really remember much.”

“Yes, I had assumed you would not. You gave us quite the scare.” The Papa replied, smile pained as he moved to gingerly hold your hand, thumb rubbing circles onto your skin. It did not escape your notice that Primo spoke as if it were a miracle you had survived, as if you had narrowly escaped Death’s cold clutches. Greedily did you take in his unpainted features, suddenly fearing you had not memorized them enough before it came time for you to truly eternally rest.

“What are your last recollections of?” He continued after a silent moment, fingers continuing their soft patterns against your own. The memories within your mind seemed to blend together, the beginnings and the ends mixing as you attempted to understand them.

“It felt like… Well, it was almost like I could feel a flower crawling up my windpipe.” You couldn’t help but shudder, searching his aged visage for any clue as to what had truly happened. Primo however simply hummed, lips remained in a flat line for a brief second more before speaking.

“You would be correct, il mio Bambino.” The man that had cared for you like no other ever had whispered, dissimilar eyes appearing far away as a memory played in his mind’s eye, fingers halting in their movements against your hand. Like this, with his unpainted skin free for your eyes to take in, Papa Emeritus I almost seemed… weary, tired… heartbroken. Had his Papal paints always hidden his emotions so well? Could the same also be said for Secondo? Or was the fate you had chosen for yourself hurting the man more then he chose to let on-

Suddenly, the significance of what had just transpired finally registered within you mind whilst your eyes rapidly blinked: Primo had most likely been the one to extract the flower from your throat, given his advanced knowledge on the subject of Hanahaki Disease and botany.

Primo, the sweet man that had taken care of you oh so softly for weeks now, had most likely sat beside your slumbering form this whole time, anxiously awaiting for you to awake. The visible relief that had coated his words and visage after you’d awoken further solidified how uncertain he must have felt at his own handiwork.

Primo, the Papa that had saved your life that first night he had found you, had once more saved you from Death’s sweet embrace.

“Papa Primo, I’m sorry-” You tried, throat constricting as tears began to pool behind your closed eyelids, spilling once more upon your heated cheeks. The man before you abandoned his hold on your hand to instead lean forward, hands coming to cup your face in barely contained adoration.

“Come now, fiore, there is nothing to apologize for. However, I do not believe I am THAT ugly without my paints.” Primo’s teasing tone successfully pulled a surprised laugh from your lips, mismatched eyes lighting up at your smile. That very light, so soft and tender and filled with warmth soothed your pain while your hand moved to hold one of his own.

“Ah, there is la mia farfalla I’ve come to know.”

“Is- Is Papa Secondo alright?” You decided to change the subject, sniffling as you attempted to rein in your emotions. Now was not the time to further the worries that already visibly ate at Papa Primo’s heart.

You hoped that the worry you felt for the second Emeritus son didn’t shine brightly upon your features but it most likely did. Papa Primo, as graceful as ever, continued to smile, almost appearing to not have heard your words as he leaned back once more to sit down, hand resuming into soft patterns upon your skin.

“Sì. As I, mio fratello will be most pleased to see that you have awoken.” Primo nodded sagely, knowing just how elated his brother would be at your awoken state. Suddenly remembering where the second Emeritus son had gone, Primo turned in his chair, eyes landing on his clock. He tsk’ed, thumb absentmindedly running along your knuckles.

“Although… I believe Secondo disappeared to fetch food. Seeing as you have only just awoken, I fear he will have failed to prepare you anything. One moment, I shall call for a ghoul-“

“Please allow me to go, Papa Primo!”

In hindsight, you felt horrible for the small lie you let tumble from your pale lips; it wasn’t that you wanted to be alone per se, you simply wished to save Papa Primo from seeing the torrent of tears that threatened to overtake you. You didn’t want to burden the man more than what you had already burdened him with, and anyways, perhaps a good cry would help reorient your mind, right?

The eldest Emeritus son couldn’t fathom what feelings had overtaken you, your visage appearing to be a cross between nausea and anxiety. Were you maybe trying to find a moment alone, to sort through your thoughts and fears? Or did you require a moment to let everything that had happened settle within your mind?

You, however, wasted no time as you began to peel away the multiple layers of blankets that had enveloped you, relieved to see you still wore your undergarments and a casual white shirt. A gentleman as always, Primo rushed to help you, aged hands softly assisting you to your feet.

“Here, la mia farfalla, allow me to help you, before you go onto your quest.”

Slowly did Primo aid you in redressing yourself, mismatched eyes closed as always as he passed you your habit after you smilingly turned down his offer to wear his monogrammed bathrobe. If anyone caught you wearing such a personal clothing item outside of Primo’s own chambers, rumors would be the least of your worries.

As you slowly shuffled into a pair of sleep pants Primo had found for you, you couldn’t help but wonder how many Siblings had been offered his bathrobe after spending… private time with him.

Unbeknownst to you, the answer had always been zero, but now, it was one, which the first Emeritus son internally admitted he liked. Quite alot, actually, vowing that no matter how much time would pass from this moment on, it would always ever remain one, you.

After a few more sweet moments of Primo fretting after you, you slowly made your way out the door, once more reassuring the gentle Papa of the recon mission you said would be ‘quick’. The soft slippers you wore allowed you to effortlessly glide through the darkened halls, the gentle night’s atmosphere rendering the Abbey’s usually bustling aura tranquil, peaceful, even.

Uncertainty clouded your mind as you registered where your feet had brought you, eyes staring at the chapel you knew well; it was the chapel that housed a beautiful statue of the Olde One, one that many found themselves praying to in times of need. Had your subconscious brought you here? Or had… someone beckoned you here, just as something had beckoned you to the mausoleum within your dreams? A chill climbed up your spine at the thought but you paid it no mind as you advanced into the chapel, hands pushing its doors open.

How eerie it felt to be here alone, tired eyes trailing forward to the front where your beloved Cardinal usually stood, unaware of your presence. You could almost imagine him here now, commanding your attention as he praised the Dark Lord with words that had been spoken so many times before but his sounding genuine, as it should be.

That was just how he was, wasn’t it? Passionate was he in his devotion, and dedicated was he to serving and spreading the Olde One’s Unholy name.

You finally seated yourself at the front pew, gazing up at the statue that towered over you, its black marble shining.

“I hope you don’t mind, my Lord, that I can’t kneel before you. I’m.. unsure if I will be able to stand back up.”

No words were offered back to your tearful declaration, your failed attempt at humor falling flat, but you required none back, brows knitting together as a singular ray of moonlight shined upon you. You couldn’t help but smile at the ridiculous thought of it truly being the Olde One answering you, and yet… A sob tore its way out of your throat, tears now freely escaping from your eyes.

“Thank you but I- I need to ask… have I offended you, in any way, my Lord? Is it my penance to have flowers trying to tear their way out of my throat?” You asked the statue, eyes roving over its marble face for any signs of agreement. Once more did no reply come for the marbled figure, silence being your only companion as you coughed and sobbed.

You tried not to think of the first few times you had watched the Cardinal speak before the Abbey’s inhabitants; the way Copia had glided elegantly up upon the stage before tripping or knocking something over, a small awkward smile always playing upon his lips before becoming serious once more. Had he ever witnessed the smile you’d always tried to hide with a hand, fearing that your other Siblings would find you strange for laughing at the newly arrived Cardinal’s antics? Or had he ever seen the way your gaze followed him long after he had stopped speaking, your eyes trailing over his form before ripping themselves away at the slightest fear of being discovered staring?

A loud noise pulled you from your inner musings, tears continuing to slip upon your cheeks regardless of whoever was intruding on your moment alone-

There, standing at the chapel’s now opened doorway, stood a man you had never seen, watching you silently… before beginning to move forward. You panicked, hurriedly moving to stand. Fuck fuck fuck, why had you come here alone, why hadn’t you allowed Papa Primo to follow you? Your hands shook as you gripped the pew and began moving backwards, intent on putting as many obstacles between the both you-

You- You knew this man.

The man, Terzo, slowed his advancement towards you as he took notice of your growing confusion, instead choosing to stand a ways away from you at the beginning of your pew. His face, which normally was adorned with his Papa paints, was now bare. You’d never seen the third Emeritus son without his paints; he almost appeared… Vulnerable. Exposed… Alone. Gone was the cocksure man that had boldly assumed you were his brother’s Prime Mover.

For a moment, Terzo seemed to hesitate at your visible anxiety, frozen like a deer in headlights, your gaze being the only thing keeping him rooted where he stood. It was only once your eyes flickered down to see the flowers he desperately clutched onto did you begin to understand the reason for his sudden appearance; the bouquet of flowers, beautifully grown and vibrant, were yellow Daffodils and Jonquils.

You almost cried at how cruel life was, eyes flickering to the side to gaze upon the statue of Satanas. You decided to save the frozen Papa before you, speaking first while taking a step forward, seating yourself once more at the pew you had occupied.

“Hello, Papa.” You smiled, waiting for the man to move. He didn’t, remaining frozen where he stood, mismatched eyes glazed over as he silently watched you.

“How did you know that those are my favorite flowers?” You tried again, softer this time, voice barely over a whisper but it seemed to have worked, causing the Papa before you to rapidly blink as he cleared his throat.

“Eh… I asked one of my ghouls what flowers would be… appropriato. These are what he brought me.” He trailed off, eyes flickering over your form. You filed that bit of information away for later, remaining silent as Terzo searched his words.

“T-they are for you, to apologize for…”

Never had you witnessed such emotions overtake his usually confident visage. You’d almost been stunned completely silent at his uncharacteristic stutter, were it not for the fear you recognized in his eyes. You knew of fear, knew of the way it clawed at your insides sometimes, seizing your body when air failed to enter your lungs, visceral fear that made your heart hammer against the bones that contained it. Why did Papa Emeritus III gaze at you so, fear within his majestic eyes-

He continued before you could question him, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

“I.. “ He tried once more, as if suddenly debating on whether to speak or not. You continued to smile, hoping it would help calm his nerves. It seemed to do everything but as his eyebrows furrowed.

“I had feared the last words you would hear this idiota of a Papa speak be the uh.. insensitive words I spoke at unholy breakfast. I apologize, I truly had believed you to be pregnant with my fratello’s child…” He spoke as though it had been days ago, as if it had been eating away at his heart ever since… You were hit with the sudden realization that you knew not what day it currently was.

“Thank you, Papa, but you need not apologize to me.”

“Pshh, per favore, bella, no ‘Papa’ business. Not when it is just us.” Terzo easily countered, a light tilt of his lips overtaking him.

You bowed your head, a gesture to show you understood your Papa’s words, a smile ever-present on your lips. He came to you now as a being other than his role as Papa, other than the Satanic Church leader that had confidently flung a bold accusation to your face.

“How long have I been sleeping, Terzo?”

Terzo cringed, wincing as his gaze flickered anywhere but to you.

“3 days.”

The knowledge of how many days had passed since you had last been awake allowed you to fully see just how disheveled Terzo appeared to be: his hair seemed to be less than stellar, a far cry from his usual impeccable coiffure. His suit, normally ironed to perfection, was crumpled. But most of all, it was his eyes that completely gave him away.

Terzo’s beautifully dissimilar eyes were bloodshot, as if he were unable to sleep correctly ever since, as if unable to close for longer than a few hours at a time, as if opened for nearly 3 days-

“Terzo, please sit with me.” Your voice cracked, hand patting the spot beside you. Had the third Emeritus son also remarked each of your glaringly obvious blemishes? Had he gazed at your unhidden throat, wondering why Primo had practically squirreled you away within his chambers, hidden from anyone except for Secondo and he?

Only after he had acquiesced, silently taking up the spot beside you did you speak again, turning your body as to face him more. You tried not to remark the beauty mark under his right eye, wondering absentmindedly if any other Siblings had remarked it just as you had.

“You said you believed me to be with child, why?”

Your words caused the man to fidget with the bouquet, still unable to meet your gaze, his ungloved hands tightening momentarily around the flowers stems before letting go.

“I noticed little things; eating less, eating more, your pale skin. The way Primo watched you. I had assumed they were.. well, as you can see, I assumed wrong.” Terzo let out with a chuckle, a grimace tilting his lips downward. You felt stupid, to suddenly be struck with how perceptive he was whilst he enumerated the very things he had visibly paid attention to. Of course he was, he was Papa.

You couldn’t help but laugh, surprised at the revelation.

“You know, I’d never realized that it looked like a pregnancy.”

Finally did Terzo turn to you, confusion clear within his eyes.

“It?”

That was right, Terzo knew not of what plagued your body. You’d practically gotten so used to being able to speak freely of your disease with his brothers that you’d forgotten Terzo did not know. A tear silently slipped onto your cheek, followed by another, and another once more.

Could you truly soil Terzo’s mind with the knowledge of what would happen to you one day soon? Already had that very knowledge begun to affect Papa Primo, and surely Papa Secondo as well, no matter how well he hid his feelings and thoughts from you.

“What I have.”

The wretched tingle that had now become a daily occurence clawed at your throat, as if by happenstance, begging to be let out. Oh, how cruel life was. You coughed into your hand, bloodied petals staining your palm as you withdrew it.

“Y/N, what is that?” The man beside you freaked out, voice sounding strained as he pointed at your hand.

“It’s a sickness caused by love, unrequited love, to be exact. Primo taught me about it, actually.” You muttered out, eyes closing as you wiped at your cheeks, unable- no, unwilling to see the horror that most likely painted Terzo’s features.

“Flowers grow in your lungs and after a while, they are the only thing left.”

Your words were met only with silence as Terzo digested what you had said. Unsuccessfully did you attempt to stop your tears, sniffling at the sight of your bloodied palm.

“Why would you not come to me about this?” Terzo’s words were barely above a whisper (as if fearing your answer, fearing what you would tell him) but you heard them nonetheless.

“Because you, Terzo, are Papa. Your job is far more important than being burdened with such a trivial thing.” You truthfully answered, lips stained a beautiful faded red, reminding Terzo of the faded Autumn leaves he used to love to play in when younger.

The mental puzzle pieces he had been wrestling to fit together finally fell into place within Terzo’s mind: this had been what his brothers had kept from him. This, your sickness, had been their secret.

The day he’d witnessed il Cardinale speaking to Secondo, had that been the day his fratello had learnt of your sickness? When had Primo learned of it? Far before Secondo knew, that much Terzo was certain, if he went off of his memory of you accompanying the eldest Emeritus son in his gardens. He felt his insides burn with humiliation, throat tightening as he looked at you.

“There- there must be a doctor who can remove such a thing, sì? Primo must know-” He tried, watching as you wiped away the blood and petals on the inside of your handkerchief, noticing with muted horror at the already stained inside.

“Y/N-“

“Terzo.” You spoke softly, far too softly for someone who’s throat bled constantly, and even moreso, far too softly for someone dying.

“It’s alright, this is how it is. I’ve accepted it.” You finished with a smile.

Thoughts bloomed into his mind, trying to find a way, trying to find something. Terzo knew, no matter how magnificent the Unholy One was, that not all ailments could be eased, and not all ailments could be erased.

“You know..” You started, head tilting down towards your hands before lifting once more, tired eyes looking forward as you gazed at the moonlight spilling within the chapel, illuminating the statue of the Dark Lord.

“Every day I thought ‘maybe this’ll be it’, right? ‘Maybe today I’ll not wake up, maybe today is the day I’ll never see him again, maybe today will be the day that all that I am vanishes’...”

You quieted, jaw working as you thought of your words, oblivious to the torrent of emotions that dangerously swirled within Terzo, a torrent that threatened to spill out as mismatched eyed watched tears continued to make their way down your face. Your gentle words awakened within him the reality of what would happen upon your death, eyes unable to wander away from the smile that graced your lips, oh so radiantly shining as you spoke.

“I’m really glad I haven't, Terzo. I'm so glad I haven't died yet. I wouldn’t have been able to become friends with Papa Primo, or to have been able to laugh at Papa Secondo’s dick jokes!” You sobbed softly, and just like the tide receding back into the ocean to reveal the devastation it had wrought upon land, you still shone brighter than the damage that had been wrought upon your soul.

Even as daffodils and jonquils threatened to burst out of your esophagus, your words left the man beside you awestruck as you turned fully towards him, eyes alight with an emotion he found himself unable to place, unable to grasp, heart pounding as his mind raced. Why did this feel like a goodbye? Why did he feel like he would no longer see you after this very moment, as if you would disappear from his grasp? He had only just found you; so why did he feel like he was already losing you?

Slowly, you reached out, frozen fingers delicately pulling at his own warm ones, moving to hold his hands like an innocent child would, bouquet long forgotten in his lap.

“I'm glad I was able to meet you, Terzo. Truly meet you, the you you kept hidden from everyone. Thank you for that.” You breathed out, lips quirking higher up in amusement, tears continuously staining your skin-

He surged forward, lips clumsily knocking against your own as he urgently held your face, pouring all of his fears and wants into the kiss, desperately wanting it to work-

Smaller hands shoved at his chest as you moved away from him, eyes wide as you gasped. Before you could even think to yell at him, you watched in stunned silence as tears began to roll steadily down his unpainted cheeks, long lashes drenched as he tried to hide his face.

“Forgive me, forgive me-“ Terzo tried, words choked against his own hands.

It only took mere seconds before you were on him, holding the man close as he sobbed against your shoulder, clutching at your form as words of regret poured out from between his lips of not being able to save you, not being able to heal you.

Time appeared to have stalled as the wind outside continued to blow, the both of you holding onto eachother as if the act would keep you safe, keep you alive. Neither of you were sure how much time had passed. Terzo pulled away from your neck, dissimilar eyes wide.

“Would you allow me this dance, bella?” Terzo suddenly whispered, hand poised for you to reject or accept. You couldn’t help but smile at his words, your mind wondering absentmindedly if he had ever pulled this exact move on the slim few who had rejected his advances in the past, perhaps in a way to show he was not hurt in any way by it.

Your thoughts however wandered back to his earlier words, of asking you to address him simply by Terzo; for how many years had the man before you hidden himself away? The real him that stood before you now and not the facade he seemed to wear each day?

“Is it Terzo who asks for this dance, or Papa?” Your mouth spouted before you could stop yourself, your sudden words sounding just as strange on the way out as they had momentarily tasted on your tongue. Guilt instantly washed over you as your eyes flew away from the man in self humiliation; how could you have just said that? How could you-

“Terzo, bella. For you, I would like to always simply be Terzo, no matter the company or consequences.”

You allowed yourself to be pulled out of your seat, smiling anew as Terzo began to lead you in a slow dance.

Silence enveloped the both of you as you swayed in Terzo’s hold, eyes closed as the warmth of his palms heated your cold skin. You were thankful for the gloves he had long since forgotten, remaining within his suit's front pocket, your bouquet equally forgotten as time seemed to slow between you. It was only once you opened your eyes to gaze at the man did you find his dissimilar eyes already flickering across your visage, raven brows furrowed, as if in search of something he knew not the answer to yet, puzzled at what he saw.

You wondered if he noted your fading beauty; you’d never considered yourself to be a vain person per se, but you had always tried to love yourself, love the face you had been gifted by your mother and father, love what you saw in the mirror.

How many people of any and all genders had Papa Emeritus III bedded and slept with that far surpassed you not only in beauty but in intelligence as well? You felt embarrassment climb up your spine as your gaze flickered away, wondering if he found your pallid complexion gross.

No matter how bereft of warmth you thought yourself to have grown, your cheeks only seemed to burn even brighter as Terzo leaned forward, forehead resting against your own.

“Your mind, I can hear it- troppi pensieri, hm? Let us enjoy this dance while we can.”

You acquiesced, silence enveloping the both of you, neither of you aware of the statue of the Olde One gazing down at you from where it stood.

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Only teasing pt. 2

The reader gets assigned to aid sister imperator while she teaches Cardi C in his papal classes. Reader is delighted with this new arrangement not wasting anytime to have a little fun with the Cardinal. It only gets worse from there for the poor rat man.

warnings: suggestive content and Terzo and Secondo sharing a brain cell.

part one below ⬇️

After the other day Cardinal Copia was glad to be back to his regularly scheduled papal classes, no matter how boring they could get. Tucking his shirt in as he walked down the hall he felt awkward as ever walking past groups of people. Giving a half hearted wave only for it to be ignored. As he walked further down the hall the less people there were, which was par for the course when he got to this point of the monastery. He opened the door to sister imperators office finding her behind the large mahogany desk. 

“Good morning Cardinal.” She said without looking up, too focused on the papers in her hands. He scurried in closing the large door behind him. “Good morning.” He nodded lifting a hand. Sister imperator stood from her desk gesturing him to sit down on the chair in front of the large old chalkboard. “I trust you slept well. I noticed you and Terzo getting along at lunch the other day and thought I’d congratulate you.” She said wiping down the board. Copia rolled his eyes thoughts of that dreadful day at lunch coming back to haunt him. “Sure, getting along.” He replied quietly, watching sister walk around the room picking up a million different things and setting them somewhere else. “By the way I thought you should know I’ll have a new assistant for the next few days, she was stationed at the library but thought it was a little too boring and she got a tad too rowdy so I offered to look after her until we can find a more permanent spot.” Sister imperator stated now facing the Cardinal. The only thing Copia could do was nod timidly fiddling his fingers in his lap.

Suddenly a knock at the door. 

You slid down the hall in a rush to get to your new station, knowing sister imperator you’d get a stern talking to if you were late. Pulling your habit down and shaking your head regretting your choice to allow one of the other sisters to wash it, causing it to shrink, it fit quite a bit tighter now and wasn’t the longest it should be anymore. Hoping it wouldn’t be such a big deal you were met with a giant wooden door at the end of the hall.

Knocking on it you awaited an answer. Silently hoping no one would. When the door wasn’t answered immediately you shrugged and started to walk away.

Till the door opened.

Shit.

“Buongiorno sister imperator.” You gave your best smile still pulling down your habit. Her eyes raked over you, most likely wondering what on earth you were wearing.

“It shrunk in the wash and I didn’t have any others, but it shan’t hinder me from any work.” You weakly chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. She grabbed the bridge of her nose and let you in.

Hearing a familiar voice Copia looked up to see you walking into the room. In a very tight habit. 

“Well it won’t matter either way because I’ve got plenty for you to do and I’m sure a clean and more…appropriate habit will be ready for you by the time we’re done today.” She said leading you in. “For the week you’ll be acting as my classroom assistant.” She explained, “Classroom?” You asked following her.

“Yes, I’m in charge of getting the next Cardinal ready for his papacy and as you know that’s our very own Cardinal Copia.” She gestured to the sitting duck that was Copia. You perked up at the sound of his name, his heart jumping in his chest when he realized you realizing what this meant. 

“Really?” You grinned dragging out the word as your eyes finally met with his. “In that case I’m at your service sister, and yours too Cardinal.” You stated, voice lowering when referring to Copia. He gave a crooked smile back and an unsure laugh. Sister imperator clasped her hands together, “Let’s get started then, you can start out by organizing that cabinet of books into alphabetical order.” She handed you a stack of heavy books. “ssssssure.” You said confused as you made your way over to the cabinet grabbing a step ladder. 

The lesson started like any other. Slow. Ritual this, Papa emeritus that and everything in between. The Cardinal’s mismatched eyes inevitably started to wonder around the room until something caught his eye.

You, on the step stool reaching for the books on the top shelf. This would’ve been a fairly normal thing to see but what he couldn’t help noticing was the way your habit hugged you and as you reached higher on the shelves it crawled higher up your legs. Copia’s eyes darted back to the chalk board to make sure sister imperator was still writing on the dusty old thing.

She was.

His eyes traveled back toward you and he swallowed hard noticing just how hiked up your habit was. He mentally scolded himself for staring but he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away. You noticed him looking and upon having that realization he jumped slightly and stared at his desk, face burning, heart racing. 

You got a terribly wonderful idea. Adjusting your habit you ‘accidentally’ dropped a book onto the floor, the sound alone catching the Cardinal’s attention. ‘Ooooooooops’ you thought to yourself stepping down from the step stool only to walk over to the book and bend over to pick it up. The seams of your habit ready to burst but somehow holding on, the bottom of it traveling higher and higher up the back of your legs. Copia found himself shamelessly staring while biting the finger of his glove, absentmindedly leaning back in his chair. 

“Does that all make sense Copia.” Sister asked out of nowhere.

Copia yelped in surprise falling back in his chair. Sister imperator and you exchanging confused looks, you doing so as if you didn’t know what was going on. “Spider, on the, eh desk. Apologies sister.” Copia tried to cover, his hair mussed. Sister imperator nodded in understanding and continued with the lesson. The Cardinal set his chair back up and sat down hoping it wasn’t too obvious when he placed a book in his lap to hide his unwanted erection. He told himself he would most definitely keep his eyes on the chalk board. 

“Y/n would you grab me a ruler from the other room, please?” Sister imperator asked. You looked up watching her hand point toward the room next door. “Sure” you stated plainly hopping off the step ladder. Walking behind the already red faced Cardinal only to drag your finger slowly across his back as you passed. A shiver running down his spine. He pursed his lips and stared down at the desk telling himself not to look at you.

He looks.

You looked back, playfully fluttering your fingers at him. His eyes widen as he absentmindedly waves back. His mouth slightly ajar.

“Your ruler, m’lady.” You handed it to sister imperator a smile on your face. “Thank you dear.” She said taking it from you and turning back to the chalkboard. Copia’s eyes followed you all the way back to the cupboard. Noticing you dropped a particularly small book, he picked it up.

“P-pardon sorella you dropped this.” He said handing you the book, shaky as ever. You leaned down to his eye level. Never breaking eye contact as you took the book from his hand. Letting your touch linger longer than it needed to.

“Much appreciated Cardinal.” You whispered, giving him a wink.

The two of you stared at each other till a loud crash could be heard outside surprising all three of you. Copia gripped onto your habit completely by accident from the shock of the noise. You looked down endearingly. 

“Satanas, I swear.” Sister imperator grumbled walking out of the room. The door slamming behind her. “Don’t worry Cardinal I’m not going anywhere.” You said referring to his grip. He realized where his hands were and pushed them into his lap while trying to avoid your gaze. “I’m terribly sorry s-sorella I was just startled.” He squeaked out. 

“Don’t worry Cardinal,” you replied with a teasing undertone “I don’t mind your hands on me.” You shrugged nonchalantly, leaning on the back of his chair. Copia avoiding your eyes while trying to fan himself with his shirt wanting to bury his head into the ground.

The two of you heard more crashes outside the room followed by angry yelling. Shaking your head out of what could be happening you turned your attention back to the red faced Cardinal.

“Is your head ok?” You asked setting the books down and pointing toward his still mussed up hair. “What?” He asked quietly looking up at you. “You fell back earlier and it looked like you hit your head.” You told him your fingers putting certain hairs back into place on his head. “I wasn’t distracting you was I?” You asked biting back a smile, trying your best to play dumb. You shook your head gently almost like you were trying to convince him. He unknowingly mimicked your head shaking absolutely lost in your eyes. “Of course not, s-sorella. Not at all.”You raked your fingers through his hair putting it all back into place. He leaned into your touch subconsciously, goosebumps rising on his skin. Letting his eyes come to a close. He looked so comfortable under your hand you could barley help the heat that rose to your cheeks just looking at him. “You want me to kiss it better?” You abruptly asked, grin wider than ever. At that his eyes shot open. And then began the stuttering.

“I-I-I-uh I don’t- I mean I would like-.” He couldn’t get control of his tongue especially when you were looking at him like that. He was wondering why it had gotten so hot in here all of a sudden but before he could take you up on your offer the door slammed open. 

Why him.

Why now. 

“Buongiorno boys and girls.” Terzo boisterously entered the room immediately taking notice of the Cardinals red cheeks. He was gonna have a field day. “Sorella, you’re looking particularly delicious today. Wouldn’t you agree Copia?” Terzo asked traveling about the room clearly looking for something but never missing the chance to glance up at Copia’s frazzled expression with a smirk. You looked down at Copia as if waiting for an answer to the question Terzo asked, the grin never leaving your face. All the poor Cardinal could do was stutter. Meanwhile Terzo could growl at the sight of you in a slightly too tight habit, almost licking his lips watching the way it hugged you. “Laundry troubles, dolcezza?” He asked, as if he didn’t know. “Something like that.” You replied, absentmindedly pulling it down. You and the Cardinal both wonder what he could possibly be looking for. Cardinal Copia getting more annoyed by the second. “I’ll bet you’re a big fan of said laundry mistake huh, Cardinal. I know I am.” Terzo teased looking you up and down. Copia covered his face with one of his hands hoping it’d cover at least some of the redness from your view. He couldn’t believe this was happening again.

Just then Secondo entered the room. 

‘Holy fuck’ Cardinal thought slamming his head on the desk. 

“Pardon the intrusion sorella.” Secondo said in that deep voice of his, doing a double take at you and your very fitted attire. “No worries papa. But I am curious, what are you two looking for?” You dared to ask, hiking up your leg onto the Cardinal’s chair leaning on your knee for a more comfortable standing position. The Cardinal quickly covering his eyes to your slightly revealing position, how could you be so seemingly oblivious. Obliviousness had nothing to do with it. 

“We’re looking for the uno cards sister imperator confiscated.” Secondo replied as he dug through some drawers. You nodded “So I’m guessing the crash outside was some sort of distraction, huh.” You asked.

“Clever isn’t it?” Terzo asked still looking for the cards. “Very clever, papa. But you forgot one tiny detail.” You said. “And what is that, cucciolina?” Terzo asked walking closer to you.

The Cardinal now caught between the two of you, Terzo pushing him closer to you ever so slightly. The Cardinal hoping his soul would just leave his body already. ”You had the genius idea of asking me to hide them in my underwear drawer.” You reminded him. ‘Fucks sake’ Copia thought to himself. Secondo giving his brother a stern, disapproving look. Terzo shrugged with a cheeky grin. “Bet you wish you’d thought of that, eh Copia?” Terzo said poking the Cardinal who shook his head as it tried to bury itself into the desk.

What. A. Nightmare.

You looked down at the poor Cardinal slightly shaking your head. “I had to hide them in the laundry room after inspection.” You told the two older men. “Grazie stellina.” Terzo said kissing the back of your hand more than once, as if you were sweet as sugar.  Secondo rolled his eyes and dragged his brother out of the room. The door slammed shut.

‘Thank fuck.’ Copia thought, head finally coming up from its place on the desk.

You looked down at him, hand cradling your head admiring him, no matter how embarrassed he was. You wanted to cut him some slack for once. So you hopped on top of his desk, facing him. He jumped back in his chair slightly, eyes wide. You hooked your foot around the chair, pulling him closer with it. He swallowed thickly his nails digging into the wood of the chair. Then in one swift motion you pressed a kiss to his forehead. All he could do was stare. Mouth hanging open.

Abruptly sister imperator walked in. “Now that that’s over, we can get this done.” She said straightening her skirt, walking back over to the chalk board. 

Both you and the Cardinal jumping in surprise. You stood from your spot, making your way back to the cupboard.

The Cardinal didn’t say a word for the rest of the class.

[ghostchems]

Copia had a long day of stress at the abbey organizing for one of terzos upcoming shows, too much has been demanded of him by the rest of the upper clergy between Terzo slacking off, Nihil jumping down his throat and blatantly disregarding him and Sister Imperator not even batting an eye and even going as far as to **agree**

reader, visits his office in an attempt to cheer him up, but copia has slightly differing plans

You and **The cardinal***have already arranged to refer to him by title in your more intimate moments like these, and you slip up, either on accident or on purpose, but you have to suffer the consequences having known the rules.

copied from the dc teehee

in this house, we want to get wrecked by the cardinal

Word has spread around the abbey that today was a particularly hard day for a certain Cardinal. You heard it second hand from so many siblings, some who felt sorry for him and others who were amused by the whole situation. Copia could be a polarizing figure among the abbey at times, but you like him. Maybe you even love him, but that’s something you’ll most likely never admit.

You head to his office once you’re finished with your duties – you want to cheer him up, to help alleviate some of his stress, to be there for him since rarely anyone ever was.

The door is already cracked when you arrive and you push it open, peeking inside. Copia’s hair is mussed, his suit crinkled with a few of the tops undone and he looks exhausted. You push the door open wider and step through.

“Ah, cara.” He gives a sigh of relief as he tries to smooth over his appearance. “I am so glad to see you after this day I’ve had.” Copia rubs at his face tiredly and makes his way toward you.

You are quickly in his arms with yours curled around his neck, lips brushing against his. “Let me help you relax, Cardinal.” You whisper with a flirty grin. He sighs again, his arms tightening around your waist as he rests his head on your shoulder. The stress is radiating off of his body but once you start to rub at his back you start to feel him relax against you.

The Cardinal leans back so he can look at you, brings his hands up to cup either side of your face. He could be so gentle when he wanted to be, his lips curling in a smile. You feel your heartbeat start to quicken and heat rise to your cheeks. He kisses you so tenderly, his lips so soft against yours.

He tugs at your habit, very slowly removing it from you and tugs teasing at your lace panties, slipping them off as well. “You spoil me.” The Cardinal hums, his fingers drifting up and down your sides.

“Oh, Copia.” You shiver as he touches you but you immediately recognize your mistake, worried eyes shooting up to his. He has you by the throat in seconds, teeth bared and snarling in your face.

“You know the rules, Sister.” The Cardinal is enraged, his white eye glowing as he tightens his grip around your neck. “You are to refer to me as Cardinal during our sessions. Now, I must punish you.”

You whimper as you nod slowly, knowing from experience that protesting him just makes things worse. He slowly lets go of your throat, his hands falling to undo his belt. Your mind wanders to dark places as he toys with it in his hand as his eyes trace you up and down.

The Cardinal comes right up against you and grabs you by the wrists, pinning them behind your back. He rests his chin on your shoulder as he fastens the belt around your wrists and you give a soft groan as the leather pinches against your skin. You feel his gloved hands toy at yours that are bound before moving down to cup your ass. He growls against your shoulder, his teeth scraping against the skin. His hips grind into yours, the bulge in his pants teasingly brushing against your clit.

“I’m so sorry, Cardinal.” You murmur as you try to choke back a moan. He growls and bites down hard on your shoulder, enough to pierce the skin and digs his fingers into your ass cheeks. You squirm against him, soft sighs escaping your lips.

“Repent.” The Cardinal snarls in your ear before forcing you to your knees in front of him. You blink and his cock is in your mouth, slamming to the back of your throat. You choke on it, tears filling your eyes as he continues to fuck your face.

“My little fucking toy.” He pants, his fingers twisting in your hair, his thrusts vicious as you moan around him. You manage to swallow around him and he groans deeply, stopping for just a moment to savor it before continuing to thrust. Tears are staining your cheeks, drool is dripping out of your mouth. Your cheeks are hollow, your eyes are wide, staring up at his dark eyes.

His hips start to stutter, thrusts growing more erratic as a series of growls rumble up through his chest. You swallow around him again and that’s all it takes, spilling inside your mouth. You drink him down, moaning softly as you swallow. He removes himself from you, his eyes still locked with yours.

“Let me see.”

You tilt your head up and open your mouth, and he peers down your throat with a smirk. Of course, you swallowed all of him, making sure none was left. The Cardinal takes the opportunity to shove your underwear into your mouth and you groan in resistance. He pushes you back onto the floor and you fall, unable to catch yourself due to the binds on your wrists.

“I have more work to do. Be a good toy and stay quiet. Maybe I’ll play with you some more when I’m finished.”

[egonspenglerishot]

Some hurt/comfort

“You were my only mistake”

Warnings: angst, hurt, mentions of abuse/SH, religious abuse.

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The sound of glass shattering filled the kitchen. A young girl, only 5-6 years old was stood in the kitchen trembling in fear. Her step-father had yelled at her because she had gotten up in the middle of the night to get a glass of water. That was it.

“Your a freak of nature do you understand!? Nobody’s eyes are naturally like yours! Your the spawn of Satan!”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she begged for his forgiveness. The mother came in and crossed her arms. She was no better, always taking the step fathers side.

“What did you twerp do now?”

The girl backed away from the broken glass and hiccuped. She hated it. She hated everything about this. Her mother saw the glass and her eyes filled with rage.

“You were my only mistake! Your father was a good for nothing satanist and so will you be unless we stomp it outta you”

The room went dark for the girl, when she woke up she was locked in her room, a tray with stale bread and a glass of obviously gone off milk on it was laid on her desk. She sat up and realized more crosses and been nailed up in her room. She looked down seeing the scars and bruises. She shook her head and got up. She didn’t wanna stay anymore. She grabbed her ladybug bag and packed the very little things she had.

Rather stupidly her mother and step father had forgotten to lock the window, so using all her strength she climbed down the drain pipe and began running. She didn’t know where she was going to go but she knew she had to get away. She reached the steps of what seemed to be a church, sitting down she hugged her knees and sniffled. Why her! She didn’t ask for different eyes! It was well into the night, and the halls of the church were quiet.

The girl got up as it began raining and went to the door, churches offered refuge right? Or they were suppose to. She knocked, shaking as the cold sunk through her young body. The door opened but nobody was there. She entered and looked around tears still flowing down her cheeks. It was surprisingly warm in the church, she made her way around eyes eventually clearing up.

She passed a doorway, which inside the room were two people. Both elderly one a man the other a woman. And both stood to find who was awake this late. The girl didn’t turn around but how skittish she was, it was obvious she was here for refuge.

Before either could say anything, she rounded the corner to the bedrooms. On each door there was a brass name plate with the name carved onto it. Primo, Secondo, Terzo, Copia, Nihil. The girl looked confused at the silly names but found an empty bedroom. She shut the door as quietly as she could and changed out of her damp clothes into her surprisingly still dry PJs.

She struggled but managed to get onto the bed and snuggle in the middle far from the sides. Despite it being a unknown place, she felt safer than she did back at her house.

When she woke up the next morning she was surrounded by…people…men…and a woman, she panicked slightly and pulled the covers closer to her. The men had their faces painted, in strange ways, was this a cult? Had she stumbled upon a cult.

“Ah Ragazza your awake thank Satanas”

The closest male to her, with slicked back dark hair, and eyes like…hers…she looked at the others, all had the same thing she had, one white eye. The men noticed her confusion and all introduced themselves, the woman stayed quiet.

“How did you get here ragazza?”

The man that introduced himself as Primo asked. He seemed the kindest and fatherly out of them. She looked down and fiddled with the blankets. Her tank top showed the scars, all the slurs carved into her arms. Crosses branded onto her back (only two though) all in the room felt sick to their stomach.

Terzo, the one who had said he was glad she was awake, sat on her bed and held her face gently. He seemed to recognize her. But from where.

“Who’s your mama Caro?”

She looked down then back at him, speaking her mothers name, Terzos eyes widening in surprised and shame. He had a child. The woman he had slept with didn’t bother tell him, he was a father.

“O…oh by Satanas…..”

Terzos brothers looked at him as he teared up, he had a daughter! Him! The one they teased about being a playboy and that he would never have a lover! He had a child. He took her into his arms gently and rubbed her back.

“Oh mio Satana..I’ll never leave you. Im so sorry she put you through all…this Mio figlio….Mio figlio”

Copia looked between the two and couldn’t help but smile slightly. Imperator gave a loud cough and everyone’s attention was on her.

“Well, now we know that Terzo has a child, why don’t we let the ghoulettes look after her hm? Clean her up and dress her and such?”

The brothers (and Nihil) all obliged, Terzo gave her a kiss on the forehead and smiled. He always wanted to be a dad, even when he was flirty and an playboy. He always wanted his own children to look after.

Later on, after she was all clean and bandages up, having had a hair cut she looked more presentable. She was dressed in practically a mini version of a Cardinal cassock. She was taken to Terzo, who was halfway through a meeting, and put on his lap. She looked up at her father, her eyes seemed brighter, happier.

“Ti amo papà”

She whispered and giggled causing Terzo to giggle. She was already picking up Italian, most likely from the ghoulettes teaching her while they pampered her.

“Ti amo a mio figlio”

“Terzo!”

“Apologize Imperator”

Fin

[lightbluuestars]

how do you think Primo would act with a Sibling of Sin in need of a gentle father figure? :)

here you are, friedrich! i hope you like them!

- physical touch, but only if you say it’s okay. soft pats on the back, hand on your shoulder, hugs and forehead kisses if you’re okay with that.

- if you need to talk to him at any time, whether he’s working or talking with someone else, he’ll stop and put his full attention on you. he knows you need it that way some days.

- there will absolutely be days where he has rid you of your work, and you’ll spend the whole day relaxing with him. either helping him outside in the garden, or in his office with a cup of tea and a nice book. it’s always nice to be able to spend time with him.

- sometimes the two of you fall asleep together, either on a bench in the gardens or the loveseat in his office. he’s always the first to pass out, and you succumb to sleep shortly after. it’s usually secondo that finds the two of you, but the occasional terzo is accompanied with “awe’s” and pictures.

- would absolutely crochet you a sweater, or something you would use often. after you receive it, it seems like you never take it off. any time he sees you out of your usual outfit, it’s wearing the sweater he made you.

- if you decide to gift him something back, clothing or not, he’ll wear it or have it proudly displayed in his office for everyone to see.

- he’s also big on dad jokes. he uses them often, and makes you cringe, but giggle under your breath. he’s very glad to see you happy.

[ghostussy]

Movie Night

Terzo and Copia x Reader Comfort 

     It was a long day.

     The previous night’s chores kept you up rather late, and Sister Imperator asked that you rose earlier than normal this morning; this left you with only a few hours of sleep. You spent the entire day exhausted, clumsily working through your endless chores as fast as possible. You found yourself growing frustrated at your small mistakes caused by exhaustion. They came in abundance, and you knew that you could do better, that you could work harder; you didn’t understand why it was so difficult today. Your colleagues around you noticed your change in attitude from previous days. 

    “Y/n, you look tired. You should tell Sister that you need a break!” One woman commented. 

     “I’ll be fine. I just need to get through my chores for the day. Thank you for the concern though, Sister.” you replied. 

     Hours passed, and you could feel your hands trembling. The lack of sleep caused your eyes to burn, and your heart to ache. You hoped that Sister Imperator would relieve you of your duties soon.

     Your eyes lit up when you saw Sister round the corner, walking in your direction. Standing quickly, you bowed out of respect. “Good evening, Sister. How may I be of service?”

     She smiled at you. “Hello, y/n. I am afraid I have a small favor to ask.” Your heart sank. So much for being relieved. “Will you prepare dinner for the Ministry? Nothing complicated, of course- and the ghouls will help you. After dishes are done, you may be dismissed for the night.”

     You bowed once again. “Of course, Sister.”

     She smiled. “Thank you, y/n. I know I can always count on you. Off you go, then.”

     Augh. 

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    “Ah! Hello, ghoulettes! I am glad you are the ones assisting me tonight,” you greeted as you entered the kitchen, “Now, let us get started. How do we feel about pasta for dinner?” 

     Quickly, you began food prep. You browned the meat with onions mixed in while Cumulus diced tomatoes, Cirrus prepared the garlic bread, and Sunshine mixed salads. Between the four of you, dinner was ready fairly quickly, especially when the lack of notice was considered. However, you did have to stop and take a short break after you burned your hand on grease while draining the meat. Cumulus acted quickly, guiding your hand underneath the cool tap water; after a few moments of this, she patched it up. Then she smiled and brought your hand up to her face, giving it a gentle smooch. “To make it all better,” she purred. 

     After everything was complete, dinner was served. People came and went, serving themselves and either sitting in the dining room or going elsewhere. The four Emeritus brothers sat at the table, chatting amongst themselves. The ghouls joined them, butting in on their conversation. You watched from afar, enjoying seeing the way they interacted with each other.

     Finally, you served yourself; you took your plate into the kitchen and ate alone, leaning against a counter. It was loud in the dining room, and you preferred the quiet and dim lighting of the kitchen. Slowly, you took small bites; now that you were alone, your exhaustion was catching up with you. You glanced over at the growing pile of dishes, and with a sigh you finished the last of your food. You had just placed your plate in the sink and began to fill the sink with hot, soapy water when you heard footsteps enter the kitchen. 

     “Ah- y/n, I thought I might find you here. Goodness, it looks as though you have quite the handful,” Copia started, “Please, allow me to help you.” 

    He did just that. You washed the dishes while he dried and put them away, chatting while you did so. Eventually the pile had diminished, and you were left with only a few plates. As you handed him a freshly washed bowl, he stopped, his mismatched eyes locking with yours. You paused, distracted by the sudden eye contact; you blamed it on the lack of energy. After a few seconds you came to your senses and turned away, trying to blink away the burning in your eyes. Lord below, you really needed a nap. “Sorry,” you mumbled.

     “Ah, cara- no need to apologize. Though I’m beginning to think Sister is right.” 

     “Hm? Right about what?” 

     “You do look terrible.” 

     You rolled your eyes. “Gee, thanks.” 

     “Ah, mea bonitas- my apologies, y/n. That is not what I meant! Cumulus told me that you were exhausted. And I do believe that assessment is accurate, mia bella.”

     His confession caught you off guard, and you felt your shoulders slump briefly in defeat before you stood up straight again. “Oh, uh- I didn’t sleep very long last night. I didn’t realize it was noticeable, sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

     “O cara, no! You did not make me uncomfortable! I merely was going to ask if you wanted to join Terzo and I as we watch a movie? That is, if you are feeling up for it,” he eyed you carefully. “However, if you would rather retire for the night, we would understand.” 

     You chuckled. “Yeah, sure. Why not.” 

     “Ah, brillante!”

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     A few minutes later, you were in one of the many common areas in the ministry, wrapped tight in a blanket between the two brothers. They each had their own blanket as well, and you noticed that Copia’s had a cute rat design on it. You made a note to ask him about it later.

     Terzo picked up the TV remote and turned on the satanic ministry’s streaming service of choice; Disney Plus. “How does Big Hero Six sound?” 

     “Ah, Tesoro, are you alright with a children’s movie?” Copia asked. 

     “Yeah, that’s fine with me. I actually like that movie, it’s cute.” 

     “Good, because that’s what we’re watching anyway.” Terzo started the movie. 

     You sat between the two brothers, content. It was cold in the ministry, but sandwiched between them offered plenty of body heat. It was nice to sit and relax after the long day you’d had. 

. . .

     An hour into the movie, you realized it was getting more difficult to focus. Your brain had seemingly turned into mush, and it was hard keeping your eyes open. With a yawn, you laid your head on Terzo’s shoulder without thinking. 

     “Are you alright, tesoro?” 

     You sat back up, your eyes shooting open. “I- yes, I’m sorry. I did not mean to invade your personal space. Sorry.”

     “It is quite alright, y/n. You may rest your head, if you’d like.” 

     “I’m okay. Thank you though.” 

      He shrugged and continued watching the movie. You struggled keeping your eyes open, fighting the urge to curl up where you were and fall asleep. You longed for rest, to lay your head down and just sleep for hours. The thought wouldn’t leave your mind. You head bobbed slightly, and you hoped the others wouldn’t notice. 

     “Lay down, dolce. It’s alright,” Copia purred next to you.

     “’M fine.” You mumbled, almost inaudibly. “I’m not tired. Thanks though.” This prompted a small hmf from Terzo. You muffled another yawn. 

     In an effort to keep yourself awake, you brought your legs up and curled them underneath you, hoping the movement would rouse you a little. It worked, but only briefly.

     Terzo let out a small huff as he snaked an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer to him. This caught you off guard, but your attempts at a response were muffled by another yawn. “Are you getting sleepy, y/n?” His voice was low, yet teasing. 

     “’M not.”

     “Are too.”

     Another yawn. “I don’t know why you guys are treating me like a little kid. I am an adult, you know. And I’m not sleepy.” 

     This caused a chuckle from both men. “Okay.” 

     Terzo reached over the couch, grabbing a small pillow that had been tossed aside earlier. Pushed you to sit up slightly, then set it against his thigh. “Lay down.”

     “I already told you, I’m fine.”

     He wrapped his arm around your shoulders once again and gently, yet forcefully, brought you to rest your head on the pillow. You didn’t resist; you weren’t even sure if you had the energy to push back. He carefully drew your blanket up over you. As much as you wanted to complain, you were pretty comfortable. And warm. “Così testardo.”

     You lifted your head a little. “What does that mean?”

     He placed a hand on your head and pushed it back down. “Non si preoccuppi. Now, be quiet and rest.”

      “Augh. You can’t make me.” 

       “Would you like me to take that as a challenge?” Copia spoke.

        “Whatever floats your boat,” you mumbled sleepily. Terzo chuckled; he knew you would be asleep soon. After all, you never used phrases like that unless you weren’t thinking properly. 

     Copia still sat upright next to you, running a gentle hand along your form. You shivered. You yawned again, though they were getting less frequent now. Terzo noticed your heartbeat slowing down, your chest rising and falling more evenly. Your eyes fluttered shut, then open again.  

     A few minutes passed. “You still awake, amore?” Copia looked down at you, noticing your half-lidded eyes.

     You hummed in response. “Told you.”

      “Told me what?” He was amused.

     “Can’t make me. ‘M an adult.”

     “Ah, but of course. A sleepy adult.”

     “Mhm. Yeah.” Your eyes fluttered open, then slowly slid shut. They didn’t open again.

[tehriel]

Terzo x reader

A snippet of my first chapter

No warnings needed for this, a little spicier in later chapters. Slow burn, lots of character interaction.

Reader insert is a commission painter, little murder, little intrigue. Ghouls. Fun.

Ps. I don't speak Italian, google translate take the wheel.

“You can speak, you know?” You said after a while, as the stench of oil paint streamed out the church’s window and into the warm of early autumn. The set was then together with satin drapery in the background, golds and purples to compliment Papa’s robes and a gathering of ornate trinkets you found might be interesting to paint. Basket of apples on a pedestal for temptation, fig leaves, Adam, Eve, interesting goat statue. But Papa had started fidgeting, they alway did. Especially someone who is as strangely pent up as Papa. “I'm only sketching in shapes, expression comes in much later, I've got basics for the skull and hand. You can rest them for now, if you'd like.”

“I see,” he said quietly, setting down the skull and stretching his hand to rest on the arm rest. “So uh, hmm, what got you into painting, caro Pittore?”

Caro Pittore, he’d said it enough you googled it while setting up, ‘dear Painter’ in masculine. The man had game, and still, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to stop on that front.

You gave a soft sigh, pretty much everyone asked that question, “I don't really have an exciting plot for you, Storyteller, same as anyone got their job, except for maybe you, is that a lineage…?” you raised a finger to stop yourself. “What would be more fun, and something I've done with clients before, we play a game of assumptions. You only get to meet a person for the first time once in your life. Why ruin the surprise with real answers? Life is so boring. Tell me, who do you think I am, or shall I start with you?”

A glint blossomed in his eye just long enough for you to catch it in your piece, just a sketch, it could get lost in the layers but for now, it was there. “Please, Pittore, it’s your game, show me how it is played.”

“Let’s see,” you turned your head this way, then that, sizing him up. “When you were four, your best friend was a goat. You were of course born within the church and so goats are very friendly faces to you.” A smile cracked over his face, “his name was Stanley.”

“Stanley the fucking goat? From Italy, huh?”

“Why are you laughing at his name? He was your best friend! Goats don’t live as long as you are old, so may he ever Rest In Peace.”

“Old, huh? Shit, we can't be more than ten years apart.”

“If I'm honest I cannot tell, your makeup makes it completely ambiguous. Your turn.”

“Okay, uh, you said you've painted for churches before, you grew up religious, si?”

“The detective work!” You leaned into it with a surprised look.

“Boarding school, horrible catholic nuns, you saw through the dogma but to this day some sexual acts are too taboo for you to even consider… or did it entirely push you in the other direction, huh?”

“Yes, I am still scared of nuns, her name was sister Josie and she liked hitting kids with rulers entirely too much,” you said very seriously.

“How close was I, caro Pittore?”

“Somewhere between very close and not even in the ballpark.” You laughed back, “is that a back story or a personal kink, Papa?”

“Eh, you know, religious trauma, anti-pope,” he pointed at the hat with his free no- longer-skulled hand, “it's a thing.”

“What is the pope-hat called?”

“Pope-hat?!” He almost broke posture in laughter, but he restrained himself. “It's a mitre.”

“Ah, such a sexy name for a pope-hat. Either way, I’m glad I fit your bill Papa, and you--you became Papa Emeritus the third, because there was a bloody tournament where all the Papas fought eachother and though you won, you had to consume all the others to gain their knowledge.”

“Yes, of course, it was a very uh, prestigious tournament called the, 'tournament where we just fucking eat eachother’, but it's in old Latin so it sounds better than when I say it. Si.”

“You must be very knowledgeable then.”

“Eh, only the bedroom expertise tracked across unfortunately, but you know, in their name I make sure it doesn't go to waste,” he actually winked at you.

You shook your head with laughter and scribbled in a wink with your burnt umber, to get lost in the layer but stay marked there forever. You took a sip from your water bottle, legs growing tired from standing.

“Along with the religious trauma, you have ‘daddy’ issues,” he accused.

“Ah, I’ve seen what you've done there, Papa.”

“Si, you know, really heavy issues with your father, you once fought him on a yacht, he fell over the side, pshhh.” He looked like he wanted to move his hands in an animated kind of way but held back. “You never saw him again. You thought he was dead but he faked it… found him in Mexico years later with a new step momma,” he shook his head and looked genuinely crestfallen for you.

You nearly spat out the water you had been sipping on. “Oh, well, my ‘daddy issues’ make me fight the patriarchy and get spicy in bed. Obviously not too spicy, don't want to stoke the vengeful ghost of sister Josie…”

“When did she pass? I'm so sorry,”

You giggled, “but your mummy issues just make you sad and unable to control your emotions!”

“Is that fucking right? Not projecting are we?”

“I don't know what you mean, Papa~ and yes, she treated you so poorly, she used to use you as a footrest while she watched her shows. Even now ‘the days of our lives’ opening theme gives you flashbacks.”

“And through all my shitty violent outbursts you think you can fix me, si?”

“Yes of course, naw, Papa, we’ve all seen how far you've come and we are so proud of you.”

Papa Emeritus gave up holding his pose and leaned forward laughing. “I very much like this game,” he raised a gold clawed finger.

“Oh, bless your unholiness, you miss your mother so much, you wear her nails.”

“Stop, fermare, non, it hurts,” he held his stomach.

Thank you for reading and thank you tumblr for removing all my lovely italics,

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[discountdemonwarehouse]

Domestic December Day 9

Day 9 prompt - Staycation

Quinn and Terzo visit a beach town. It's a staycation in that they stayed in Italy, mostly within reasonable distance. A03 Link to this prompt and all the others.

More or less SFW, some mention of drinking, sex, swearing, but nothing too explicit or crazy.

Ages → Quinn – 18, Terzo, 22.

        With Terzo’s increased duties from being in the clergy, the pastime of traveling abroad with Quinn’s parents had become difficult. In the past, they had tacked a week or two vacation alongside a business trip of her father’s. Terzo had accompanied them as a friend and then as a temporary assistant to Russel before that was too difficult to coordinate. He had managed to squeeze a week’s vacation into his schedule during the summer however, proudly informing Quinn of this fact.. “You’re old enough to travel without your parents now, tesoro,” he teased. “And you’re the legal drinking age.” “I’ve been the legal drinking age since December, dumbass. Besides, Italy doesn’t push back too much if you drink wine with your parents as a youth either.” “Sì, but now you can party. Legally. Not hidden in the woods.” Quinn rolled her eyes, laughing a little. “Okay, and?” “And I booked us hotel rooms in Alassio, right on the beach. For just under a week.” “Hm, I’ll have to check my calendar…” She smirked. “I already cleared your schedule.” “Presumptuous. What if I didn’t want to go?” He raised an eyebrow. “Really? Miss the chance to escape The Ministry for a week? I think not.” “When are we going?” “Next week. We leave Monday.”

        After a few days in Alassio, Quinn had more or less abandoned Terzo to his flirting. After breakfast each morning he unveiled a new pair of short swim trunks or swim briefs before he headed across the street to the beach, ready to lounge the day away in a chair under the shade of a sun umbrella or on a blanket in the sun, interrupted only by the gaggle of admirers he inevitably attracted. Quinn would often join him after lunch, having spent the morning wandering the streets and investigating the little shops. She had done some flirting of her own, something not unnoticed by Terzo, who seemed able to interrupt at the most inopportune times despite his own flirting. His words made the young men quickly flee, Quinn’s resulting glares answered with his disapproving look over his sunglasses, as if to say, “Really? That caught your eye?” But during her shopping one day, Quinn decided to up the ante. She saw the swimsuit on display in the window and smirked to herself before entering the shop. Soon enough she left, carrying a small bag as she made her way back to the hotel. She felt quite proud of herself as she met Terzo for lunch, the day’s purchase hidden beneath her sundress. Terzo met her in the hallway, a young woman waving her farewell as she left his room. Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Aren’t you worried about catching something? Or pregnancy?” “That’s what this is for,” he declared, tapping one of his earrings. “You’re not the only one who can make deals with imps, you know. Also, condoms and the pill exist for a reason.” Quinn rolled her eyes, but was glad her friend took precautions. He studied her for a moment. “I suppose we’ll have to figure out something for you if you plan to keep flirting.” “I’m not planning to act on any of that flirting,” she said snidely, walking towards the restaurant they’d chosen. “Not everything is planned, tesoro,” he replied, tugging her ponytail. “I don’t want to see you with an unplanned pregnancy.” “Don’t worry; you won’t.”

        They managed to beat the post-lunch return to the beach, and found a free sun umbrella to settle under. Quinn kicked off her sandals and spread out a blanket while Terzo lounged in the chair, flagging down a hotel employee to bring drinks. It was now or never, and Quinn quickly took a breath, then undid the tie on her wrap dress, slipping it from her shoulders to reveal the black bikini. The bottoms slung low across her hips, the black fabric connected on each side by gold chains, the same chain that connected the center bust portion. She double checked the black strings tied around her neck and torso, hearing Terzo’s breath suddenly hiss behind her. She smirked, but cleared her face before turning. “What?” “That’s barely a swimsuit.” “I’m not planning on swimming in it.” She sat on the blanket before applying the sun lotion. “Besides, you don’t complain when the other girls wear them.” “You’re not other girls. You’re like my little sister.” She arched a brow at him over her sunglasses. “You’d shame your little sister for her sexuality? Tsk, tsk, bad Satanic priest.” Terzo grunted, staying silent until a man approached.

        The man gave her a dazzling smile. “Do you need assistance with your lotion, signorina?” “She does not,” Terzo snarled. “Adesso vai a fanculo.” (Now go fuck yourself.) “I did not realize you were together,” the man stammered at the venom in Terzo’s tone. “I had seen you with another this morning…” “Go. Away.” The man bolted at Terzo’s words. “Terzo, behave.” “Why are you doing this?” “Doing what?” “This.” He gestured at her bikini. “You’re going to ruin all my flirting.” “I’m just enjoying my vacation as an adult – that is what you wanted, isn’t it?” She kept her voice sweet and innocent. “It’s not like I would do this out of boredom because you can’t keep it in your pants, and I’ve been dragged hours from home to entertain myself after you promised a fun time.” “You’re such a bitch sometimes, Quinn.” He suddenly grinned. “But that’s why you’re fun.” Quinn settled on her back on the blanket, enjoying the sun. After a little while she could feel him staring at her. “You’re staring.” “Someone has to keep an eye on you, they’re circling like vultures. She looked around then laid back again. “They are not. You pervert; looking at your ‘little sister.’ Tch.” She teased him. “Not so loud or you’ll really drive all the potential flirters away!” Quinn snorted, then let herself relax.

Note: Quinn's bikini is based off this vintage 1970s Gucci bikini.

[xfilesinamajor]

Both @angellayercake and @gothdaddyissues tagged me for the WIP tag, thank you! I appreciate it, just been slow to respond because, y'know. Writing.

Anyway I'll give you two for the price of one--a bit from the latest chapter of my Terzo work that I feel guilty for not finishing, and a bit from the Chilton one that I can't stop writing to save my life.

From WWSAS:

When I looked back, Terzo wasn’t there.

            Just as panic started to get its hooks in me, I spotted him two stores back, half-hidden from my view by the angle of the display window. The panic rapidly changed to righteous fury as I stalked back toward him, but it all faded when I saw the way he was staring into the glass.

            His sunglasses were dangling limply from his hand, and his eyes were riveted on his reflection. It wasn’t even a mirror, just a pane of glass with fresh cuts of meat displayed behind it, and a curious butcher staring at him from behind a counter. There was no way he was seeing any of that, though. His face was close enough for his breath to fog the outside of the window, and he was looking into his own wide eyes, oblivious to anything else around him.

            “Terzo,” I whispered, disliking even using that name in public. I didn’t react, and I put a hand on his shoulder.

            Physically, he still didn’t give any sign that he knew I was there. His eyes didn’t move from the reflection. But he must have been aware of me, because he spoke. Softly, in a shocked monotone. “I look like him.”

            Stupidly, I spoke before thinking. “Who?” As soon as I’d asked it, I realized I knew the answer: Secondo. I hadn’t seen it before because I hadn’t been looking for it. Because I hadn’t often either of them without their face paint. But despite the different stature, different chin, different face shape altogether, the similarities really were striking. His bald head, white eye, and strong cheekbones made him much more like his brother than usual. He hadn’t bothered shaving his face, either, and the short hairs trying to assert themselves over his lip seemed like an unintended nod to Secondo’s thin mustache.

            The stupid question didn’t matter, because Terzo didn’t answer me anyhow. Instead, he let out a noise that sounded like a laugh yet was anything but. “Sembro un’imitazione fatta col culo. Quasi lo sento che ride di me.”

            I had no idea how to respond to that. I doubt I would have even if I’d understood him. “Come on,” I said instead, feeling mean but also anxious. “We still have supplies to get, remember?”

*

From That Other Project:

He sat down in the wingback, and I sat down in his lap, my legs stretching out sideways over his knees and my side nestled against his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what? The kitchen? Macbeth?” I felt the pulse of tension go through him, and slipped my hand into his robe, drawing little nonsensical trails through his chest hair with my fingertip.

“The dream,” I said, resting my head in the crook of his neck. “You were having a nightmare last night.”

“No.”

That was unusually terse for him. Even when he was upset, he managed to fit in twice as many formal or flowery words as necessary. “No, you weren’t having a nightmare?” I asked carefully, “or no, you don’t want to talk about it?”

“I know I was having a nightmare,” he snapped, making me flinch in a way I hadn’t when he lashed out unconsciously at me last night. “I have nightmares all the time. I just didn’t want you to notice.”

Ah, now his reaction made more sense. I pressed my hand flat over his heart. “Sweetheart, why not? I was glad to be there for you.”

Under my forehead, I felt his jaw twitch. “Because I don’t want your pity.”

“Hey!” I sat back, taking his face in both my hands and turning him to look at me. “I do not pity you. When have I ever acted like I pity you? I admire you, Frederick.”

His eyes canted away. “How do you respect someone who’s afraid to walk around his own house some days and clings to you like a child in the middle of the night?”

“Because I do. Because that’s not who you are. There’s a difference between pitying you and wanting to make your struggles less painful.”

“…it’s undignified.”

I smiled softly. “Again, it’s just you and me here. I don’t care about dignity. I care about you.” Seized by a sudden impulse, I touched the end of my finger to the tip of his nose.

“Ah yes,” he said, narrowing his eyes at me. “Nose booping. A solid indicator of deep-held respect and admiration.”

[lilspacewolfie]

Hiii i love your stuff sm i just!!! love terzo/copia fics and your devil!terzo is so cool! i just wanted to know if it recent video of copia would effect anything if you've seen it???

-shy anon

Well thank you nonny! I’m glad you like my dumb shit😂🤝🏻

As for the recent video, nah it won’t affect anything of mine…I guess I’ll throw in my opinion on the whole debacle and say that I don’t pay much mind to canon, and to be honest I don’t think Tobias even does. That man does what he wants and I’m just living 😂

Like, I’m remembering the times from Terzo when he “wasn’t around then” when he was about to sing and Tobias clearly forgot his own shit (I can’t find the gifs but I know I have them saved,) or in the Chapters, when they refer to Copia as “not of the bloodline.” I take bits that I like and play around with them and see what I vibe with, or hell, just make up my own shit while I’m at it ‘cause it’s fun.

I’ve seen plenty of clips of Copia saying everything from “papa” to “daddy” or even “the old guy” when referring to “songs my ____ used to sing”, so I really don’t know how this specific clip is any different from the others? But people are gonna people.

So no, it won’t change anything. I have a bunch of different ideas floating around in my head when it comes to Terzo being the Devil, Copia being an orphaned street rat that found his way to the ministry’s doors, or hell, I even have some ideas of writing the four brothers and the juicy family angst that Copia would feel with them being murdered… So like, yeah, I have a bunch of ideas that I’m able to recognise are for fun and that canon literally doesn’t matter. Everything’s an au of an au etc…

I don’t understand at times why people get SO irate about such a small thing. There are bigger problems in the world than fandom drama and who/what people write.

Basically, I'm gonna write what I want, have fun and stay in my lane. I’m not about policing people for what they wanna write and others shouldn’t either, it’s frankly just dumb. If you don’t like what someone writes, block them or go elsewhere you know? I’m not your mother. I’m not gonna curate for you or not post my stuff because, Lucifer forbid, someone doesn’t like it.

No one is gonna pry the idea from my cold dead hand that I can’t write Copia with Terzo, or four of them all being brothers and the dysfunctional family dynamic, or Terzo being literally Satan himself!

I’m having fun and that’s what matters!

(Louie put it best)

[white-eyed-girl]

For no other reason than because I think about them a lot, my not-in-order top 5 songs that should have made it to Eurovision but ripped my heart in half instead Electric Fields - 2000 and whatever

I'm pretty sure this song exists outside of the space-time continuum I feel like Australia in Eurovision either goes very sleak or absolute circus, and what's in between kinda gets lost on the way This one was fresh, flowy, very millennial in a way, also hearing bits of australian aboriginal languages in ESC would have been hella cool Madara - Esamība

If you've ever stumbled upon my blog in 2018 you may know how mad I was that Latvia didn't choose this (and no deep crush on Laura Rizzotto ever managed to heal that anger asdfghjkl) This is just one of the most beautiful things I've ever heard :" It's existential, it's symbolic, it's ethereal, it has a slow but mighty fine build-up, and plus it was composed on that wonderful cello sound, which, AHHHHHH Loreen - Statements

At this point I get it, in Melodifestivalen songs need to be awesome "on the spot", because its audience doesn't really like to have to think about them more than once to understand them This probably sounds insulting lol but I think it's just a big cultural difference (I don't think it's a coincidence that there was a part of the Italian fandom who actually did root for this at the time, it was much more up their alley than Euphoria ever had any chance to be) The choral, deeply meaningful performance, the raw power in her voice, the historical references...this was never going to win Mello, in hindsight it was clear to see, but I'm still glad Loreen brought it to life and showed she isn't just cool beats and dancey vibes KEiiNO - Monument

This isn't even a scar, it's an open wound and it's still bleeding :" They didn't have to be in the 2021 line-up to win, they had to be in it because 2021 was the strongest year since 1991 and they were literally the only great thing missing from it and deserved to be there to make it even stronger Hands down the one that hurt the most out of all of these Tosca - Il terzo fuochista

I am cheating a little bit with this one because this competed in Sanremo 2007, so even if it had won it wouldn't have gone to ESC anyway because we were still on voluntary exile :" 2007 was my first Sanremo, I was just a kid and this mesmerized me to the point it has lived in my head ever since, there's only Tosca singing it but it's basically a choral reenactment of a typical italian country fair that culminates in fireworks (yes you could say this song is literally about fireworks AND feelings lol it can be done Salvador!) This is a peak of musical creativity that Sanremo, even in its mostly recurring attention to quality, doesn't reach very often My favourite Sanremo song ever