#terzo deserved better

[namelessdumbass]

You know, every time i rewatch transitions from Papa to Papa i can't stop feeling sorry for Terzo. While Primo and Secondo had proper footage and everything was peaceful

while Copia's transition was truly cool and epic

Terzo got none of it. The man became Papa at the small stage in a small night club only to be dragged off the stage a few years later so that a rat man could get the spotlight 🥲

The Clergy and Tobias was so cruel to him. To the only Papa who did win Grammy and was quite successful :/

Papa III deserved better, deserved more love and recognition!

P.S. 2025 will mark 10 years since Meliora release, so i do hope and expect Tobias to at least honor the man properly.

[golden-rats]

If you had life eternal

Turning emotions into fics. This time, Copias thoughts about Terzos death.

Words: 1k

Warnings: Dealing with death of a loved one

Tags: Loss, grieving, hurt/no comfort

Can also be read on AO3 here

Terzo was gone.

Copia was struggling to come to terms with the enormity of his loss. He felt helpless. Didn't know what to do. How to stop crying. How to stop this grieving. It was near unbearable. His chest getting tight. So tight Copia feared it would crush his aching heart and struggling lungs. Every new sob rolling through his body. Shaking his shoulders.

The newly elected Papa tried to fill the void with work, with the ghouls and siblings of sin, with anything that might distract him from the crushing weight of his sadness. But nothing seemed to help. The world felt darker, colder, more unforgiving without his tesorino by his side.

And so he sat there, in the quiet of his room. It was dimly lit, with only a faint glow coming from the bedside lamp. Copia sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. Hair a mess. Wearing his dark red track suit. It was wrinkly and stained. Unable to take proper care of himself lately. He had been sitting there for hours. Lost in a sea of sadness and despair. Consumed by the weight of his grief.

The future seemed bleak, uncertain, and he couldn't imagine ever feeling whole again.

As so often these past days, his mind was filled with memories of Terzo - his smile, his laugh, the gentle touch of his hand, the way he used his words to subtly, and sometimes not so subtly, flirt. All of it felt like a cruel tease, a reminder of what he had lost. He couldn't believe that he was gone, that he would never be able to see him again or hold him in his arms. Or being held by him.

As the night wore on, his emotions began to overwhelm him. He collapsed onto the floor, his body heaving with sobs. He cried out his name over and over again, his grief echoing through the empty room. Every moment felt empty, every space that was once filled with love and laughter now felt hollow and cold. The silence throughout the day was deafening, a constant reminder of the absence of the one person who meant everything to him. No doubt another Papa or some of the ghouls could hear him right now. But that was the least of his concerns at this point.

The tears flowed freely down his face, leaving wet trails on his cheeks. Smearing the paint he didn't wash off yet. Couldn't find the strength to get up and do it. With every glimpse into the mirror, he saw him. Staring back with mismatched eyes. Though, this time they were cold. Copia was almost surprised there were any tears left, with how many of them escaped him prior to this new breakdown. He clutched at his chest, feeling the emptiness where his heart used to be. The pain was so intense, so all-consuming, that he couldn't imagine ever feeling anything else again. A constant ache in the pit of his stomach that refused to go away.

Every day felt like an eternity, and yet he couldn't shake the feeling that it was all a terrible nightmare, a cruel joke that he would wake up from any moment. But deep down, he knew that it was real. Terzo was gone, and with him went a piece of his heart that he knew would never be fully restored.

For what felt like hours, he laid there on the floor, crying and screaming and mourning the loss of the man he loved.

At one point, Primo wandered over. Stopping outside his door in the hallway. Listening. This death affected him and his brother just the same. He knew how Copia must feel. While they didn't share a family bond, it was clear they did have a deep connection. Secondo and him accepted the cardinal into their family without question. While his younger brother was wary at first. But Terzo? He immediately took a liking to the chaotic, kind man. His antics on stage, the silly tricycle, the trail of small rats you just needed to follow if you looked for Copia.

But Primo didn't knock. Didn't disturb him. As much as he wanted to console the grieving antipope. It felt like a breach of privacy. He would come to them if he wanted to. When he was ready. Behind one corner of the hallway, the oldest brother could make out the silhouettes of a few ghouls. Huddled together, peering around said corner. Tails lowered between their legs, ears drooping low. But the retired leader only shook his head. Signaling them to retreat to their own quarters before leaving himself. A few wailing chirps could be heard while they disappeared.

Left alone with his emotions, Copia struggled to form coherent thoughts. Exhaustion tugging at his body and mind. He knew that his life would never be the same without him. The ministry wouldn't be the same. The ghouls neither. But somehow, in the midst of his grief, he found a glimmer of hope. He knew that he would carry his memory with him. Always. And that in some small way, he would always be with him. On the stage. In his songs. With their music.

Determined to continue his legacy. Not letting the memories of Terzo die that quickly. He would make sure that he lived on. That a fragment of his soul could be found in everything he created. His love would carry on and defeat the boundaries of death. It could only separate them bodily. For now.

Then, eventually, his sobs quieted and he was left with only a deep, aching sadness. And that was okay. It was a process. It will most likely happen again. Which is a good sign, no? A life that's missed means it's a life that has been loved. And Terzo was and still is loved. There is not a single doubt about that.

If they just had some more time together… Just another morning. Another kiss. Another touch.

If they had life eternal.

[copias-juicebox]

Terzito appreciation post ♡ nr. 2 🤗

Special thanks to @ghelullu for providing some source material. <3

[floating--goblin]

you know what hill i'll die on? terzo is not the sluttiest emeritus

I mean sure, he's the most dramatic and the most outspoken about sex, and he gave us Mummy Dust which is its own discussion-- but I sincerely don't see him, in his private life, being so promiscuous. Like out of all of them, I'm the most certain Terzo would be either monogamous or have a few regular partners at most, but I don't think he'd be big on casual flings. Frankly I don't even see him having sex that much at this point, he seems more attached to it as a concept than an actual activity he regularly engages in.

You know who's the inverse of that, though? The one Tobias himself calls a pervert? Secondo. There's your whore. I know he looks big and mean and authoritary but let's be honest, half of Infestissumam is about ritual sex and he's out in Vegas on the regular with more women than he can reliably satisfy. He says it himself that he became Papa because "he likes a sexy beat". THERE'S THE EMERITUS WHORE, AND I'M CERTAIN OF IT

[shukruut]

still trying to understand Terzo's face

[n0cturnal-m3]

"While you sleep in earthly delight,

Someone's flesh is rotting tonight;

Like no other to you,

What you've done

You cannot undo."

A lil Terzo drawing, cuz why not :)

[attiredpan]

Thinking about the concept art for the unused Terzo outfits. (Images found on the ghost fandom wiki page)

This…

We wouldn’t have survived it. Not at all.

[the-hole-in-terzos-shoe]

Ghesties I was just putting together a masterlist and realized I haven't written ANYTHING for Terzo????? My beloved?????? My cinnamon apple?! This has to change immediately

[kabukiaku]

altar server boys. 𐠒✨

ramblings below:

I got so many angsty thoughts revolving around the young emeritus brothers dealing with their abusive/absent father.

You have Secondo who just accepts the hardship, abuse, and constant pressure. He's become numb about it, but it still very much affects him internally. He just doesn't display it so much, not in front of others that is. He bottles it up to stay strong for his younger brother.

Then you have Terzo, the youngest, who is struggling to deal with the abuse and to stay faithful to his religion, he does not want to be a part of it. (this only grows stronger as he's older. you can even SEE in his song lyrics about his feelings towards religion and control of the masses.) And being the more free-spirited brother certainly does not mix well with Nihil. The number of times I think he and his father argued, resulting in some messed up stuff happening HURTS my soul. These two deserved better. hell, all three brothers.

I think we can all agree that the only true paternal figure they had was in fact, Primo. It was Primo, who was the only safe haven they had </3

anyways ramble over I love them so much I want to hold them gently in my hands.

[dearlymrme]

Hasty

Rating: E

Pairing: Terzo x Reader

Words: 3220

Tags: Quickie, Creampie, Retirement, Enthusiastic Consent, Objectification.

Summary: In the past Terzo would hunt you down before a Council meeting in hopes that you would help him work off some energy. Now that he’s retired and the roles are reversed he is more than happy to return the favor.

Read on AO3, or under the cut:

Your relationship with Terzo is a sexually healthy one, even before his retirement. He often cornered you in the halls, the bedroom, the library, even the confessional once, for a quickie before he had to settle with the Council for meetings. Meetings that could go on for hours at a time, listening to old traditionalists argue about how to better settle a matter that's already been settled five meetings ago.

Old men, pompous and entitled with little regard for how the world works today and would much rather argue on how it used to be done. Outdated, needing the cobwebs swept up and definitely needing some new blood. He believes half of them to be on dementia medication. It’s probably this line of thinking that got him dragged off stage in the first place. Not too much of a surprise but rather an eventuality, he's heard horror stories from Primo and Secondo, and lived it himself since being a boy. Their callousness and disinterest in how they uproot lives and-

But that's neither here nor there.

He's learned since his Cardinal days that a quick fuck, be it with you or into the comfort of his own hand, always turns his brain into a pleasantly flavored jelly after. It makes the meetings more bearable. An orgasm strong and satisfying enough that all their pedantic droning does is jiggle his gray matter to the point it tickles. It distracts him with forging a game plan of how better to repay your kindness once he’s freed, or to find you later for an even more spine tingling fuck.

After his forced retirement though it seems the rolls are reversed. Instead, as both his wife and prime mover, you've decided to saddle the paperwork transitions from III to IV. It's work truly meant for him and he’s told you that he is more than, if not begrudgingly, capable of doing it himself.

You shushed him, pushed a cup of coffee brewed just the way he likes into his hands, and told him that you’d handle it. You explained that you were more than a little bit pissed that they so forcefully removed him, making such a public show of it, and then tried to dog him after with more work as if to say that it’s his mess to take care of in the first place.

You were enraged that the Council even assumed that he would continue performing any kind of duty on their behalf after they axed him. No, they instead made a mockery of him and everything he did for them. You are not going to stand for their hounding. You felt it wrong that they still tried to push paperwork Primo’s way after retirement, you weren’t going to let them do it to Terzo.

“You deserve a break. You were one of the hardest working Papa’s of the Ministry. I know the fans seem to think you’re the player but we both know the truth.” You gently kissed him, his lips, his nose, his forehead. “You let me handle everything and just enjoy sleeping in for once.”

You've been called and pulled from every which way to organize the schedules and new duties for his remaining Cardinals as the rest turned their loyalties from him to Copia. Not all of them favored the new Papa and many of them wished instead to retire. Copia was kind enough to keep the ones who agreed with him and merciful enough to let the others go with no fuss. You wrote up the forms and all that was required of him now was a single last stamp of approval. He was happy for them. A lot of hard workers in his group and he saw a few familiar names on the sheets that made his job easier. He hopes they enjoy their new titles of Archbishop and complimentary responsibilities.

The Bishops, the Deacons, followed lastly by the Sisters and Sons of Sin. Every new hole left behind from the Cardinal’s they lost needed to be filled and formatted. Promotions for everyone. Seeing who’s qualified, who’s been in the church long enough, and most importantly who actually wants the job? Turns out, not a lot of them living in the Ministry itself did. After the showcase with Terzo being removed a lot of people now felt threatened and that gave you a little more work as they sent notes and mail of condolences and concerns.

He feels like everyone was taking advantage of you, himself included. It leaves a bad taste in his mouth but you took to the work like a fish to water. Afterall, you were his secretary before you both became physical. That fact alone better adds a spoonful of sugar to the bitter medicine.

The fact that he knows you're more like a shark than a fish, helps the flavor too. He knows you're making this as much of Copia’s problem as your own. He’s told you to go easy on the man but he also knows not to bait the water with more blood.

Now he has time to settle into the new role as husband. Despite your jab of sleeping in, he’s getting up earlier than you now. He makes breakfast, breaking out a cookbook that smells of bittersweet memories that calls back his boyhood to him. Not much has changed since growing up. Still loved by a woman not afraid to bare her teeth at those who would try to bully him. The whole wing starts to smell of his childhood and sentimentality. Early morning cartoons beat your own alarm clock as by the time he turns on the TV, breakfast is ready.

He’s already sitting on the couch, plate in hand and coffee made. A smile on his face and giggles as you sluggishly stumble and try your best to give him your most appreciative good morning kiss, often missing. You’d watch TV for at least thirty minutes and you’d be ready and leaving before the hour is up. You’d be back for lunch at roughly the same time every day, which he will have ready and warm and almost always something new. After work you’d come back from a meeting and he can almost always expect you to pin him to the nearest wall and attack his mouth like it’s been calling you names behind your back, a bit of opposites; you preferred after the meetings than before. You tell him it’s to make you more optimistic and alarmingly sweet when the old crones droll on. They have no idea what’s waiting for you at home, but you do, and you keep it close like a little secret. You’re near giddy when they seem confused as to how you can stay so happy during the hours-long conference.

He knows exactly what you're talking about. You do it with him too when there is the seldom argument. He dubs it: Hostile Friendliness.

As for what he does in his down time, he’s picked up his old hobbies. Primo has his multitude of plants to tend and the gardens. Secondo has his venture card and a long bucket list of places to go. Terzo himself likes reading and losing his mind in another world of words. Daring fantasies, fighting dragons, befriending monsters.

You’d told him the work is only temporary, that it’ll be done and over soon and then you could enjoy the retired life together but for now, that was the schedule he could expect until it was over.

So, when that schedule is thrown off even by the tiniest of pause, it’s very noticeable.

He glances at the time on his phone, idly browsing for new titles on the couch as you ready to leave. Breakfast is already done and put away. He raises a brow at the half hour mark and you still haven’t left yet.

“Don’t you have a meeting today?” He asks, knowing you can hear him through the open door of the bedroom. It's more of a concerned statement. He knows you do, he also knows that your anxiety for being punctual would usually have you already out of the door by now. That by itself should have had him braced for what you were about to do next.

You appear at the bedroom door, wearing a lovely blue sundress that is just long enough to be considered modest with brown flats. Your makeup is flawless and armed like a knife for whoever tries to talk down your decisions. The dress code for the Ministry is lax unless times of Ritual. But the Council expects professionalism during meetings but that’s exactly what you radiate. He can smell your usual perfume and your hair is already styled for the day.

“Yes.” You huff and take long, promising to the point of threatening, steps towards him.

There is that look in your eyes; viciously hungry, like a starved animal eyeing its prey. He sees your muscles coiled with purpose and itching to spring. The air is suddenly charged, tastes of promise and the sirens of an approaching storm ring in his mind. His body hums with the change of energy, his own instincts telling him that a challenger approaches.

“Take off your pants.” You command, like a boom of retribution, already halfway across the room and by that point his phone is already somewhere else and fingers are playing pestissimo with his belt buckle.

The demand sets off a Rube Goldberg machine in his body, nearly prophesied timing that would kill a weaker man. His blood suddenly ran hot and hellwards, cock already hardening by the split two seconds it takes before he's able to undo his pants, just in time for you to slide into his lap and ensnare his lips into a bruising kiss.

He grasps and clutches at your body like you're his anchor and he's the ship at sea. The storm is already settled upon him, tumultuous waters stirring as you roughly kiss and suck on his tongue. A thrilling amount of teeth nibbles his lip and pulls, ensuring him in a sweet stockholm trap. Were it not for his grip on you his vessel would have already capsized. Rowing and rocking against your insistent hips as they clash against his. He pulls his cocks free from his briefs, you have your underwear parted in less than a second.

“Sit on it.” He pleads, already bleeding for you. Already splitting himself open from sternum to throat and begging for you to feast. “Sit on me. Please, use me.”

You have him. You can have him. He's already yours.

You line up, the lip of your cunt spreads around his shift and it’s more than just the penetration that knocks the breath out of him.

“Soaked!” He laughs, nearly hysterical on the discovery as though he had just found a treasure lost to history. He glides right in as you sink like a rock. It’s a key fitted in place. A cog knocked loose and the gears resumed turning. How long have you suffered? How long did you go this morning without a balm for this need? You need not a moment more before you are slicing your hips, rowing through your own treacherous currents. .

He shakes nearly like an addict, scratching at your thighs for that good fix only you can give him, only he can give you. He pleads, rucking up the fabric of your dress, gliding his hungry hands over your favorite places and basks in the softness of your heated skin. As you take from him he drags tender and sultry kisses up your throat and jaw. You arch your back, grasping at his knees for balance. He watches you with his solar eclipse gaze, memorizing the near blissful and self satisfied expression you wear with pride.

“Yess.” Follow your snake like hiss. Your walls flutter around him, persistently squeezing as if to perfect a mold. He damn near chokes from the feedback of your relief. A devilish itch being scratched with every roll of your hips that has you both purring.

His back shudders as his love turns near revenant in glee. The heat of your core shooting bullets of pleasure through his gut and stirring his insides to knots. He swoops down to track his lips across your neckline and digs in his hands when you run one of your own through his hair, cradling him close before fastening to his shoulder, pushing him back into the cushions before you start a pattern of rocking and grinding.

A breathless and bubbly laugh escapes his mouth as he seeks a hand to the flat of your back to press against him. He slams his hips up and aims directly for your weak spot, like breaking stone with a chisel. The scream that escapes you is loud enough to threaten anyone outside the hallway. But with retirement, damned if he has to keep appearances anymore. The following glee that he can be as loud as he wants makes his cheeks apple a smile.

His body vibrates like a tuning fork, synchronizing all that is him together. Warm and gooey between his joints that melt into his veins and smother his insides in honey. You demand of him; push and pull on him, putting him exactly where you want and how you want. You command for kisses and bites that he savagely provides with no argument. The satisfaction of your praises, your want for more, faster, harder, and flittering kisses as reward. No, he’s not taking orders from the Council anymore. Now, he can worship his one and only matron.

So lost in the righteousness of giving you everything you want, it sneaked up on him. That spring threatens to bounce as it coils tightly in his stomach. There is a zip in his toes that starts to travel up his legs and settle in his core. He’s not long for the world.

“Use me, cara. Get off on me! Use me. Useme!” It's like sin in his veins. Euphoria as you take everything you need from him. Your personal fuck machine to use however you want. All you need to do is tell him how high to jump and he’ll double it. The hold you have on him, invisible strings tangled on your fingertips and him the marionette. He dances to your tune perfectly, wanting nothing more than to put on the best show possible.

He’s already to the point of babbling. Heat melting his core and his balls tightening. He pants, air coming in thin. He watches you, lost in the vision of your unadulterated beauty that would make every tapestry in the Ministry blush.

Your face is one to remember; eyes pinched and brows furrowed. Your pupils have long since devoured the color of your eyes. Your mouth is open, baring your teeth threateningly to the orgasm running to escape you as your gaining ground.

“Your’s! You use me any way you want!” He’s high on the skin contact, as little there is with your thick and strong thighs pinning his own. He’s experiencing sainthood through your body. This is His Lord at work. As close as he can get to divinity by being yours and wholly yours. Your growl, feral, like a beast as you tear into his flesh and rip him apart. He is a feast for your mouth.

One of his hands left your hips to fist at the sofa, like it had a mind of its own. A stupid self preservation instinct kicking in to try and keep him grounded. He rerouted, grabbing his since gone wild hair and pulling, the pinch meant to stave off his orgasm but the pain had the opposite effect, egging him on closer and closer to the finish line. Tears have already escaped his eyes, leaving tracks down his cheeks, and finding their destination in your cleavage. This is thirsty work and he can only hope you'll give him enough time to drink them up once you're done with him.

He breathed in loud, open-mouthed heaves for air as every cut of your hips felt almost like a stab. His chest rhythmically rises with a hitch and despite his best efforts he feels as though he is suffocating. You grab him by his chin and lean into him, ghosting your lips against his own. He opens his mouth and flicks his tongue, beckoning you to play. You marvel at him, eyes casted in shadow. A statement. A promise. His undoing.

“Mine.”

He jerks, going into near excorcistic bodily spasms as he lifts his hips and fucks as deep into you as he can, nearly hurting his back by pressing his heels into the floor and thrusting. His ass leaves the sofa for a bare second before he collapses and his mind sent into delicious subspace. Even with the satisfaction of coming it still wrecks devastation through his nerves.

But a good husband still provides. He gives and gives before you finally have your fill three more rolls in, your clit having tenderized against his groin with each pass before it slaps at just the right angle and sends you spiraling. You slow, fierce cuts turning into leisurely rolls as you allow your pleasure to carry you like sand in the ocean.

Terzo’s hips still shake, his doglike whine breaks the chorus of heavy breathing and you start to move again. You shift, squirm, and finally remove yourself from his lap. He hiccups as his cock, still throbbing from pleasure slaps his stomach in freedom, a pained ‘oh’ punched from his gut.

It’s both the best moment of his life and near torture as he watches you adjust your underwear back in place and brush down your dress. You lean back over him, he can see the concern in your eyes along with those threatening clouds you brought with you. Quickly, he blows away those clouds rendering them as simple fluffs of dandelions. Reaching up with a trembling hand, he cups at your cheek and gives you a confidence instilling kiss. You sweetly melt into him before breaking away.

His body is heavy and muscles are screaming from sudden exertion as they finally relax, he half expects a cramp later. It’s the best feeling in the world. He glances at your retreating figure as you walk towards the door, leaving him a near husk as you make off with all he has to give. Hair and dress back in place, your thumb wiping at touching up your smeared lipstick, glancing at the nearby mirror. You flash him a bit of teeth as you palm the doorknob and chime a wish you well and he's again stunned by the grace of your beauty.

Then he glances down, giving a pained groan as his poor and abused cock twitches at the sight.

The traces of his cum he can see steadily sliding down the inside of your thighs, the image sheared into his mind as a core memory. The knowledge that you’ll be sitting with the Council with the stains of his release on your panties. Fuel for later today when he knows you'll be back, after all your work is done, to better take your time appreciating him.

He can't wait to be picked apart.

[namelessdumbass]

Both Copia and Nihil wore Terzo's gloves.

These two dumbasses had Terzo dragged off the stage, killed, posed with his head and then fucking had the audacity to copy him and wear his gloves...

Shit, i'm calling Satan because i can't take this anymore

[emeritus-fuckers]

hiii, this request may be hard, but i've been having a hard time dealing with trauma lately, remembering things in the past, so i wanted to ask for some papas and seestor with an s/o who has been sa'd. thank you in advance💗

Hi, please don't worry about the request being hard. This blog is a safe space. And if we can provide you any comfort at all, we will try our best. - Nosferatu

Papas and Sister Imperator SA comfort headcanons

TW: mentions of sexual assault. cannibalism for young Imperator.

Primo (he/him)

He knows. Even before you tell him anything, he can tell from how you're acting. But, of course, he doesn't pressure you, only telling you that if you ever need to talk about anything at all, he will never even think about judging you.

And once you do come to him, he offers you a seat in the comfiest amrchair imaginable and a cup of tea he made himself.

He doesn't rush you. He understands it takes time. And he gives it to you.

Once you start talking, he listens. He doesn't interrupt you. You need time. And he gives you all the time you need.

He'll ask if you're okay with him touching you right now. If you agree, he's gonna hold you tightly until you tell him to let go.

If you don't want to be touched, he'll offer you a plushie he once got on tour instead.

He'll speak softly to you, reminding and assuring you that none of what happened was your fault.

He offers you a few meetings with a really good therapist so you can handle your issues with a professional. He waits outside the room while you have your appointments.

He doesn't look at you differently, he loves you just as much and he will be beside you as long as you need. Take all the time you need to heal. He shall be there, offering support.

Secondo (he/him)

"Amore, tell me." His tone loving but firm. He knows something is wrong, but he didn't want to push you to open. Now you are there eyes red from crying and he just can't watch anymore, he wants to help.

He sits across from you, paints removed and completely serious. "You can trust me with whatever it is." He pauses for a second "if you want to, that is.."

So you tell him. You notice Secondo clench his fist slightly. He makes a mental note to go with his Ghouls and deal with this person. He takes a breath, knowing that soon that person will never hurt you again, and then relaxes. He looks at you with such love and sincerity. "You did not deserve that. You must understand I am angry at the person who did this to you. Never you. I am so sorry that happened to you."

He asks a few questions so he knows how to help you best. "I will help you heal, I promise you amore, no matter how dark the bad times are, I will always be there. We will make the best of the good days yes?"

He also offers to get you the best therapist, but thats totally up to you and on your terms, the offer is always there.

He will take you away on peaceful holidays, if that helps, to your favourite places in the world.

Or he will just stay with you at home and be there for you. If you want to be hugged he will hold you close to him. His embrace feels safe, you know he will protect you and be there for you.

Terzo (he/they)

Terzo is no stranger to trauma and how its effects can linger. He understands it is a long process to heal, some never do heal completely. So when you come to him while struggling with the effects of trauma, he offers his ear if you would like to talk about it.

If you are open to telling them about what is haunting your mind, they will soften immediately. Listening closely to your story and what happened that horrible day. Sitting close and keeping his eyes on you, so you know you have his full attention.

“I am... so incredibly sorry you had to experience such an awful person dolcezza... you deserved so much better than to be taken advantage of like that. May I hug you?”

They will hold you if you’re open to being held in the moment, promising that he will help however you allow him too. He will gently ask questions about any signs he needs to watch for so he knows when to use what kind of help. Some situations you will want to be hugged and touched, but they’re aware in some that might do more harm than good.

He will support you in every possible way on your healing journey…and if the person or people who hurt you so randomly go missing?

He has no knowledge of where they might have gone…none at all.

Copia (he/him)

He can tell something's wrong. But he's not sure how to approach it without making you uncomfortable.

And so, he comes up with a brilliant plan that can't go wrong.

He writes you a sweet note about how much he loves you and how he's always on your side, no matter what.

He then gives one of his rats the mission of delivering the note to you. Said rat stays with you as emotional support as you tear up at the note.

You meet him that same evening an cling to him, sobbing as you tell him what happened.

He's absolutely heartbroken that something so terrible could ever happen to you. Or to anyone, honestly.

He's not exactly sure what he's doing, but he does his very best to organize a nice, safe environment for you.

He tries to offer you simple yes or no choices.

Would you like a snack? Would you like a drink? Would you like to watch your comfort movie with him? Would you like him to hold you? Would you prefer he gives you some space?

He asks around for therapist recommendations and tries to get you an appointment with the best one if you agree.

He's gonna do everything he can to make sure you feel safe and loved. Because you are.

Old Nihil (he/him)

Unlike his younger self he doesn't wait for you to go to him about it.

He can see your pain, Nihil completely adores you and he wants to help you heal.

He knows now to just talk to you about it. He'll never push you to tell him but he does ask you if you are okay, if you need to talk.

Which you do. He'll hold you if you want him too but he also knows that may not help things at all, so he takes his lead from you.

He listens to you talk and nods to show he is listening.

He doesn't ask or push, he just lets you tell him whatever you are comfortable telling him. "It's okay, you can let it all out... whatever you need my love."

"I will do whatever I can, you have me now" He smiles such a warm loving smile. Something about him, the calming smell of incense allows you to relax slightly. You know that for all everyone just sees Nihil as a man way past his prime, you know the real him. This man loves you, he will protect you and he will burn the world down just to save you.

He does all he can to help with your healing, he goes for walks with you, or just spends time with you while you each do your own thing. Everything he can to show that you that aren't alone in this.

Young Nihil (he/him)

It takes you a while to open up to him, you can see how wild he is and how he solves his problems with drinking and parties and so on.

So you just assume he won't be able to help.

But one night you can't deal with it by yourself anymore. You tell him that you need him, that you have to tell him about something. Nihil just nods, he had a feeling something was wrong, he just didn't know how to approach you about it back then. He's terrified of making things worse.

He sits you down on the sofa and sits next you "I know you're suffering, I can see it. C'mon, babe, tell me whats wrong?"

You start to open up to him and Nihil falls silent so you can talk. His expression surprises you, one of total understanding and empathy. While his trauma was of a different kind he can understand the scars it leaves behind and he is actually very empathetic when it comes to those he loves.

"I'm here for you, just tell me what I can do. Babe none of this is your fault, I'm so sorry you had to go through that" He holds out his hip flask and you shake your head and he nods understanding you heal in your way. "I swear to you, whatever I can do to help I will but please don't feel like you have to keep stuff from me. I'm in this with you babe, I'm always going to be here for you." He holds his hand out for yours. He won't be offended at all if you don't take it, he understands, but if you do he'll give it a tight squeeze.

Young Sister Imperator (she/her)

She will have her ghouls hunt down whoever did it to you. Orders them to bring that monster's head, heart and whatever body parts they used to assault you with.

Keeps the head hidden away in her office as a trophy. Burns whatever they touched you with. And the heart? She eats it in a stew served on the bed of mashed cauliflower with a side of roasted brussel sprouts. Usually she eats beef hearts this way, but she's willing to use a different kind of meat if needed.

Her ghouls get to eat the rest of the body while she comforts you. She stays with you, even if it means her work piling up. You'll watch movies, if you'd like. Or listen to music while either cuddling or sitting together in bed.

She'll read to you, let you hold your head in her lap as she plays with your hair, soothing you to sleep.

She's not the best at comforting, but she'll be there for you and do everything in her power to give you what you need.

Old Sister Imperator (she/her)

She reacts in a slightly less murderous way than she would in her youth. When she was younger, she wanted the assaulter done first and foremost. As she got older, she became more calculated and less impulsive. The person who did this to you still dies, of course, but she spends more time with you first.

She asks you if there's anything specific you need and will recommend you the best therapists available.

She follows your lead on how close she gets and whether or not she gets to hold you. The last thing she wants to do is to stress you out.

She makes sure to organize a safe space for you. Pillows, blankets, your favorite snacks and drinks, all of it.

She only allows a handpicked group of trusted Ghouls or Siblings near you if she absolutely has to leave. But if she can do anything to stay with you, she will.

She won't get too close if you don't want her to. But she will be in the room if you need her.

She has your favorite music or movies playing for you.

If you ask her to hold you, she'll keep you in her arms like the most precious treasure. She gives very secure hugs.

~

Papas I, IV and Sister Imperator written by Nosferatu.

Papa III written by Death.

Papa II and Papa Nihil written by Nyx.

Due to the subject of the post we've decided not to include the taglist or color-coding this post.

[floating--goblin]

the fact that when he got with sister imperator, nihil already had a son that was (at least) in his 20s and two others who were ~10 and she STILL got with him and he STILL fumbled that so bad. truly only the most mediocre succeed in life

[ghostieboi1]

Lost Family Member

Copia x Male!Reader & Ghouls

Genre: SFW, angst, hurt, very little comfort

Summary: Copia and Male!Reader have been dating for a long time, the ghouls consider them parents even. The couple start talking seriously about settling down and even Copia retiring before he leaves for the last part of his tour, only to come back and have his dreams shattered.

Characters: Copia, Swiss, Sodo, Rain, Cirrus, Phantom, Aurora, Aether, Cumulus, Sunshine, Rain, Mountain, Phil (special guest for a special ghoul), Sister Imperator, Secondo, Terzo, Primo

Warnings: Death, major hurt, mentions of drugs that result in death, very little comfort, Sister Imperator and Phil (they deserve their own warnings for this one)

A/N: This one has been on my mind a bit because I wanted to write something sad but I'll admit, this kinda wasn't what I expected. This is also Sister Imperator's continuation of whatever her idea was with killing the three Emeritus brothers but taking it more personal, and I may have accidentally given her toxic mother in law vibes. I also cried while writing this so... GOOD LUCK!

Copia and you had been staying in bed all day, it was his short break in between doing his Europe tour and his USA tour. He didn't wanna do much and since most of his responsibilities were taken off his shoulders until the actual end of tour, he decided to just relax when he could.

You kept falling asleep and waking up randomly, your body had gotten plenty of enough sleep but the comfort both the bed and being cuddled by Copia made you sleepy. Neither of you got up other than using the bathroom or to get something to eat or drink, and neither of you planned on getting up today.

It was his last day before he had to catch a plan to head to the USA to finish up his tour, he wasn't gonna waste his time on something that demanded his attention and wanted his last day of break to be a relaxing one. He voiced his nervousness to you a few times, but that was all he would say when talking about the tour.

The day felt like it ended too soon as the night rolled in and Copia finally gave up on trying to stay awake and fell asleep for the night, you remained awake for a bit longer and cuddled him, hoping he'd sleep better so he was well rested enough to make his flight. Eventually, you fell asleep as well, your arms wrapped around his waist. You woke up the next day to an empty bed but a note was on Copia's pillow, you woke up a bit more before you read the note.

"Dear amore, I'm sorry we weren't able to say our farewells in person before I left but I couldn't disturb you when you were sleeping. As usual, I left behind one of my red jackets for you as you asked me to last time I went away. This tour will end up being a bit longer than last time but I assure you that I will be home eventually, and then we can start just being a family. All my love, Copia."

You couldn't help but smile while reading the letter, you sighed as you put the letter on your bedside table before deciding how you were going to spend your day today. Mostly you would either stay on yours and Copia's room doing whatever until he got back or you would go in about your day like normal, but since he was gonna be gone for a while, you could alternate between both.

The Ministry was very quiet without Copia and his ghouls, the Ministry was always a little bit quiet but it was eerily quiet without them. Copia always managed to call you after every ritual and check up on how you're doing, it was very sweet and sometimes he'd even fall asleep while on call. After a call with him after the LA show, you tried falling asleep.

Falling asleep without Copia was a bit hard for you, but you managed. You rolled over in your bed, now facing the door. Your eyes opened a bit and you saw a figure standing in the doorway, you didn't know who it was until the silhouette had a tail, now you knew it was a ghoul.

You didn't move, afraid to. The figure wasn't moving, just staring. You had always felt a bit vulnerable when Copia and the ghouls weren't around but now you really wished you had taken Copia's offer when he suggested that you join the tour with them.

The ghoul finally took a step closer, your heart pounding loudly in your chest. You tried to see if they were holding something but the darkness in the room made it hard to see anything, the lava lamp Copia bought giving very little light. You wanted to scream for help but you knew that sound didn't travel as fast as you would've needed it to in the Ministry and whoever this was would jump on you as soon as you made noise.

When the ghoul finally got close enough to you, you saw him holding a syringe. You didn't dare to question what was inside of it but you knew it wasn't good, that was when he tried to touch you. A small fight broke out between you two, you managed to knock the syringe out of his hand and it rolled away towards the bedroom door. The fight wasn't anything major other than you fighting for your life, you just needed to fend him off long enough for you to be able to run out of the room and to a dorm of siblings.

The ghoul managed to over-power you and someone rolled the syringe back to the ghoul, you weren't able to see them right away since you were panicking as the ghoul stuck the needle into your next and injected whatever liquid was in the syringe. The ghoul got off of you but you felt weak from both fighting and from whatever was just put into you.

You managed to roll onto your stomach and see who helped him, your eyes widened as Sister Imperator was ushering the ghoul out of the room. You tried to sit up but nothing was strong enough to keep you lifted long enough.

"Sister?" You managed to rasp out, catching her attention. "Why?"

She sighed before looking back at you. "I'm just doing what is best for the Clergy." Imperator simply stated before leaving the room, shutting the door behind her.

Copia grew worried his last couple show nights, you weren't answering his calls or texts. His ghouls noticed this and when they found out why he was so anxious, they talked to Aether and Sunshine, they still lived in the Ministry despite Sister Imperator wanting them gone.

Sunshine confirmed that she hadn't seen you in a while but thought you were just taking the relaxing time to yourself. Aether admitted to thinking that originally too but said that when he passed Copia's room yesterday, it felt too quiet. The ghouls decided not to tell Copia about anything the other two told them because it would've made him more anxious and try to cancel the rest of the shows just so he could come back home and see what was wrong.

Finally, the flight back home felt way longer than necessary due to everyone's anxiety about you. Copia honestly didn't know what to expect but he just hoped that you were okay, at least enough so he could be with you until further notice. What all of them didn't know was that Aether's feelings about this intensified and needed to know the answers, so on the day of their arrival, Aether went to Copia's room.

Upon initial arrival, Aether didn't notice anything that gave him info on your status. He gently knocked on the door, waiting for you to respond. When nothing came, he knocked again.

"Hey, it's Aether. You doing okay in there? Copia and the ghouls are coming back today." Aether called out, waiting for anything.

Nothing.

Aether gathered up the courage to open the door, he peeked inside the room before he noticed you on the ground, motionless. His heart dropped and he immediately was by your side, he shook your body and repeated your name, trying to get you to wake up. Finally he gave up and picked you up before bolting to the hospital wing, his mind was trying to think the worst but all he wanted to focus on right now was making sure you were okay.

Sunshine had sent him a text shortly after the doctors took you away, asking if everything was okay. Aether responded simply by texting.

"Wait by the main door. When they get here, lead them to the hospital wing."

Sunshine decided not to question and followed Aether's instructions, she ran the the main door and waited impatiently for the others to show up. When Copia and the other ghouls finally got there, she quickly told them all to just leave their luggage and to follow her. It was about you.

That was all that it took for Copia to follow very closely behind Sunshine, hoping his greatest fear didn't come true. Aether was pacing the waiting room and talked with them for a bit, telling all of them what he saw before a doctor came up to them.

"Is he okay?" Copia asked, his voice trembling a bit.

The doctor hesitated to respond, seeing as this was tearing all of them up inside. Finally he sighed before saying, "I'm sorry."

That was all it took for all of them. No one could help the tears that spilled out from their eyes. Copia was the first one to gather himself enough to further ask questions.

"What was the cause?" Copia asked, his voice laced in pain.

"We still don't know yet. We'll have to do an autopsy to pinpoint what it was." Silence was met with the doctor's answer. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

The doctor left, all of them had tears staining their faces. After a brief moment of silence, Sister Imperator walked into the hospital wing and saw them all standing there. She decided to wait until Copia came crawling to her to even touch the topic of your death, she quietly and quickly left the area and retreated back to her office.

The Saltarian, however, noticed this and decided to help them settle back home. He carried all their luggage back to their rooms without complaining and even showed some sympathy to Copia.

It wasn't even a full day since they got back and everyone was quiet, word spread throughout the Ministry and now everyone knew. You had been a part of a lot of peoples lives in the Ministry and you were well loved by everyone, some even claimed to say they wished you were their guardian of sorts. All of these words of mourn and condolences flooded Copia's and the ghouls' ears, they were the closest to you after-all.

Copia talked sternly about having a proper funeral for you with Sister Imperator, who originally believed you didn't need one. As soon as Copia was allowed to hold the funeral, he set everything up. When it came to knowing who you were both as a Brother of Sin and who you were prior to the Ministry, Copia knew everything. He spent hours picking photos you would've wanted on display for the funeral and picked all the flowers out, remembering the specific flower you liked. Ironically, Primo's old garden, that's now taken care of by Mountain, had just enough of the right flowers for this event.

The day of the funeral finally came, no one had a dry eye. Copia tried his best not to cry too much since he needed to be semi-professional and because he didn't want to smudge his Papal paints. Copia had hoped the first time he'd hold something for you within the church would be yours and his wedding, not your funeral. All the ghouls didn't wear their masks, it was a well known secret you had that you preferred the ghouls maskless and they wanted to keep to your wishes.

Sister Imperator didn't show up, but Copia didn't care. She had started becoming bitter to you once you and Copia started talking about marriage, this pissed Copia off beyond anyone's expectations. A short piano version of the song "Life Eternal" was played by Cumulus, she gently hit some wrong notes by accident but it didn't take a rocket scientist to simply glance over and see her eyes filled with tears.

Copia did the first speech, he had two, one as Papa Emeritus IV and one as Copia Emeritus. Some ghouls and some siblings held some speeches as well, Swiss' ended up being the second most gut punching speech besides Copia's. Swiss basically saw you as a parent, that you and Copia were his dads. Most of the other ghouls felt that way too but Swiss spent more time around you, he was clearly in pain by your untimely death.

It was one of your wishes to be cremated when you died, no one knew it would happen so soon but they all agreed to give you what you wanted. The funeral ended and then you were taken away to become ash, everyone mostly just went into their rooms to let out the rest of their feelings or to break the barrier that held during the whole event. At least, that's what all the ghouls did.

Swiss screamed into his pillow, Sodo almost broke his desk, Rain drew a bath for himself and refused to leave it, Mountain curled himself up into a ball and couldn't stop crying, Cirrus felt too numb to do anything, Cumulus kept being reminded of you.

The new ghouls, Phantom and Aurora didn't know how to handle these strong emotions. Phantom went to Aether for help, to which Aether calmed him down and said, "Sometimes it's okay to just feel things and not talk." Aether then proceeded to hold Phantom through the night. Aurora went to Sunshine, she couldn't talk but couldn't control her sobbing. All she was able to get out was, "I miss him." Sunshine broke down with Aurora and they just held each other.

Copia wasn't handling this any better. By now, he's gone through almost all the stages of grief but now his stuck on acceptance. He still didn't know the cause of your death, until two days after your funeral, the autopsy report was sent to him via email. You were drugged... just like his brothers.

After printing out the email, Copia marched his way to Sister Imperator's room. He barged into her office and demanded answers, she questioned why he went after her first, to which he laid down plenty of explanations that were all valid. Before she could ask anything else, he slammed the printed paper down in front of her and demanded to know what was happening. She remained silent for a bit before say how her intentions were good, causing Copia to laugh like he was losing his mind.

"What makes you think killing has good intention?!" Copia shouted, his eyes boring into Imperator's.

"We shouldn't be fighting over this." Imperator tried to excuse, but Copia wasn't having it.

"No! I want to know what the fuck happened to him while I was gone!" Copia demanded, this was the only time she's ever seen him get this mad.

"I just wanted you to continue the bloodline." Imperator admitted, she knew that he wasn't going to take this well.

Copia went silent, letting what she just said sink you. "You killed him in hopes I'd fuck around with a girl like my father?!" Copia asked, his voice starting soft but got louder at the end.

"Not exactly!" Imperator tried to justify, but to no avail.

"That was why you hated him! Hate to break it to you, but I was going to do the responsible thing and lay low and start an actual family with him. Maybe then I would've been able to do something I was proud of, not something I was forced to do." Copia explained, his heart completely shattering.

Imperator was at a loss for words, she knew that if word got out, she'd be hunted like a monster by the whole church. After Copia asked if she had anything else to fess up to and no response from Imperator, he left. He went back to his room and let everything go, all his rage, all his pain, and even his faith. The ghouls heard to commotion and went to check on him after it died down.

They found him sitting on his bed, his head in his hands as the room looked like a tornado just went through it. Swiss was the first to his side, making sure he didn't physically hurt himself both on accident or on purpose. Aether asked what was wrong and Copia explained, not holding the truth back. Now all the ghouls hated Imperator, and when the ghouls hated you, they didn't hide it.

"I need to speak with him." You said urgently, not paying any mind to the alive people around you.

"He already knows." Secondo's voice booms in the halls, louder than you expected.

You froze, tears brimming your eyes. Since your death, the three brothers have been helping you adjust. They had been here all this time but no one could see them, their coffins had been warded so their ghosts couldn't be seen. Your vase or box must've been similarly warded.

"Besides, regardless of what you do, nothing will work. We've all tried communicating with him." Terzo added, he had been one of the first dead Papa's to try and reconnect to the living.

"This isn't fair." You muttered, now staring at your hands that were a light shade of blue and a bit see through.

"Nothing will ever be fair—" Primo tried to comfort, but it didn't work.

"No, you don't understand. We were going to get married after he got back. He promised me, he even bought a ring when he was in America, he showed me one that he was thinking about." You explained, the tears left your eyes but didn't go anywhere else.

The three all looked saddened by this, silence filled the room you were in. They had overheard from the afterlife that you and Copia were talking about settling down but they weren't aware that plans had been set in stone.

"I at least have to see him, I need to know he's okay." You muttered, all three of them quickly glanced at each other before nodding.

"You can stay next to him for as long as you need to, he won't know you're there, but if you're lucky enough, he might feel your presence." Terzo explained, he wanted to give you as much information about being a ghost as he could.

You thanked them before running to try and find him, you figured he'd be in his bedroom, and he was. He was now laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. He laid on his side, almost as if expecting you to be beside him. You started to slowly approach him, not sure what to do. Copia reached into his pocket and pulled out a box, the engagement ring he bought inside it. You sighed a bit before getting in bed beside him, you hesitated cuddling into him but decided to say fuck it and go for it.

Copia tensed before he relaxed and huffed a laugh. "Hello, amore." Copia muttered, he knew you were there.

You stared at him in shock before chuckling to yourself and resting your head on his shoulder again. "Hey, handsome."

[she-lovesmovies]

Copia x sister of sin reader

(She/her reader)

Words count: 1,5k

Summary: Since Copia had become papa, he seemed to forget you more and more. Making you aware of your insecurities.

Warnings: A bit of angst. Emotional hurt/comfort. My bad English writing.

Notes: sorry English is not my first language so it’s not really well written and may contain mistakes. Attempt to write Italian (it fails). Also this is an old draft I posted on my other acc so some people may have already read it.

(Pic from Pinterest)

You didn’t know what to do anymore.

Copia had always been sweet and kind to you. Yes he was someone else on stage but you loved him that way.

You had shared your best moments in the clergy with him. After one of the ghoul (Aether) had find you waiting outside of the clergy’s church, desperate. You had entered the ministry in hope to find something better.

And you had fall in love.

Everything was perfect.

Until Copia had started ignoring you.

Well he wasn’t really ignoring you.

It was more about forsake.

These days he always had something better to do than spending time with you.

Of course he did, he was papa after all. You knew it, and understood that his place was difficult.

But after multiple excuses, you started to take it personally. You knew Terzo and the other papas had time to take care of their beloved or at least had time to do what they wanted.

All of Copia’s weird act had started after he became papa, so you really thought it was because of his work, but then, you realize how now that he had that place, a lot of the sisters started flirting with him, and even though at first he was declining all the confessions, you had seen that those last few weeks, he didn’t turn them down, he was more tactile with the sisters. And most of all, he had time to be with the sisters but not to just lay down in the garden with you.

And the worst of it all was that you didn’t even blame him for it. You were just you. There were tons of prettier sister than you, even though you knew he didn’t care about looks, he still deserved someone more pretty, someone more funny, who was as confident as him on stage.

And all those thoughts got worst.

Everyday, every-nights. It had been going on for 3days since that very moment you realize that he just didn’t loved you anymore and that he was just trying to replace you without hurting you directly.

You hadn’t got out of your bedroom, and the fact that he didn’t even come once to see if you were okay was hurting you even deeper.

It felt like you were loosing all of the things that mattered in your life: Copia, and now you were probably going to be thrown out of the clergy for not doing anything for days.

Everything was too much.

But today, you wanted to got out.

You didn’t knew why.

You just wanted.

So, still wearing your white night dress, you got up from tout bed and made your way out of your bedroom.

You knew you probably looked like a ghost right now, wandering in the hallway.

“Oh my- look at her!”

“She looks horrible.”

“What’s with her face ?”

“Poor Copia he has to deal with someone like that.”

And the last one of the sisters’ muttering got the better of you.

You ran through the corridor. Wanting nothing more than to get out of this place.

But to make everything worse, Life obviously wanted you to cross path with Copia.

And even with your jerky breathing, he didn’t notice you. You tried to hide yourself and contain yourself as you saw he was talking to a sister.

She was so pretty.

Really pretty.

Even Satan would have melt in front of her.

And Copia looked at her.

He looked at her in the eyes.

Like he hadn’t looked at you for weeks.

And it hurt.

“Papa your concert was amazing. You were really brilliant and… handsome.”

Copia chuckled. And you realize that everything he was doing was hurting you a little more.

“Papa, would you like for us to meet later at the library ?”

Ok that was enough.

You turned around and started running away from them. Of course, both of them heard you. But you were already gone when Copia called your name.

You finally found a way to get out and end up in the garden. You walked for a few meters more and fell to your knees, before laying down on your stomach, your cheek touching the grass.

The sun was gently keeping you warm as you let more tears stream down your face.

You heard the door when it opened.

And you had hope it was Copia.

“What are you doing here ? You okay ?”

It was not Copia.

You hold back a whimper and more tears.

“Yeah Rain, I’m good. Don’t worry you can go back.”

He didn’t argue.

Because you didn’t really knew each other.

And because he thought you needed time.

So here you were again.

Just listening to the sound of nature.

Everything was so calm that for a moment, you felt like your mind could be at peace.

“Cara Mia ?”

Oh Satan fuck me.

Could Life be fair with you just once ?

“Don’t come closer.”

He didn’t listen.

So you got up as quick as you could and took several steps back from him.

“I said don’t come closer.”

He now, could clearly see how red your eyes were, with the deepest bag he had ever seen under them.

“Princess-“

“Don’t. Listen if you’re gonna do it now. Let’s do it somewhere else. Everyone already thinks I’m pathetic so if we could just go somewhere else where not everyone can watch us.”

He didn’t say a word, just followed you into his bedroom.

So if you wanted to run you could. Because in your room it would have been more complicated to escape .

“Cara Mia what is going on ?”

You laughed. A cruel laugh.

And it seemed to torment him.

“You would have known if you had fucking asked. Or even talked to me for the past weeks.”

Fuck you were being so agressive.

And you were the one. You were the girlfriend who wasn’t good enough for him.

“‘M sorry.” You muttered.

“It’s okay. I know I haven’t been there for you. I abandoned you.”

“Listen Copia. I’d rather prefer you just broke up with me than come with excuses. Honestly I get it. Sister Claude, or most of the sisters are way better than me, so I understand.”

His brows furrowed as your hands clenched on you night dress.

“What are you saying ?”

“I’m saying if you don’t love me anymore just say it. It would hurt less.”

“What is this nonsense ? Sweetheart have you been eating well ? Are you hurt ? Did something happened to you ?”

“Stop making me sound like I’m mad! When you literally didn’t talk to me, or kiss me, hold me or even touch me for weeks. As if you hadn’t flirt with all the sisters since you became papa.”

He stayed silent.

While you, were just staring at the ground, tears falling on the carpet (again).

“You think I don’t love you anymore ?”

What did he wanted you to reply ?

He was asking that as if he hadn’t showed you he didn’t want you anymore.

“Oh hell what have I done. Y/n it’s not like that…”

He tried to take your hand but you stepped back before he could.

His arms falls back along his body.

He took a deep breath before talking.

“We were trying to set up a party for our two years together… I wanted it to be a surprise. And I knew I couldn’t lie to you. So I started avoiding you. And, me talking to sister Claude was because she is suppose to help me to pick a gift. But I messed up. I’m sorry. I love you so much Mia Cara.”

Fuck.

You fucking idiot.

You were a fucking brainless dumb cunt.

“I’m stupid.” You murmured as you cried even harder.

“What ?”

“I’m so sorry Copia. I’m a fucking idiot. I cry all the time for nothing and I fucking thought you didn’t love me anymore. I’m so dumb. You deserve so much better.” Your head in your hands, you were debating running away from embarrassment.

Copia took a step ahead, carefully, and picked your hands, kissing the palms of it gently.

“My sweet demonic angel. My dying daisy. I’m the one who wronged. I’m deeply sorry that I have caused you this much pain. You deserved to be treated with all the care in the world and I failed you. I only love you please, forgive me.”

You cried even harder (if it was even possible) as he took you into his arms.

His lips kissed your neck and face, from your cheeks to nose to forehead to lips.

“I’m sorry for ruining the surprised… Shall we take a nap in the garden my sweet ?”

You nodded timidly and took his hand in yours.

This warm feeling that you thought your body could never feel again rushed through you as a small smile made its way on your face.

[writingjourney]

Appreciation Post for @leezlelatch ♡

Happy Birthday, my love. You're not only my favorite writer but also one of my favorite people and I am so glad I have you in my life ♡

I can't imagine you've been in this fandom and haven't read anything by my beautifully talented friend but here is her masterlist if you want to binge which I highly suggest. In the following bit I will introduce you to some of my favorite fics of hers as well :)

Copia x Reader

How You Came to Co-Parent a Rat

This is a beautiful series consisting of six parts that is the fluffiest thing you will ever read. Copia is perfect in this and you will fall in love with Portobello as well. This is the fic that we bonded over and I will forever cherish it ♡

Sniffles and Snuggles

A super sweet sick fic that she wrote for me and that made me feel better immensly.

Brightness at the Heart of My Love

A super sweet and hot equally smut fic about your first time with the Cardinal. I remember how she sent me excerpts as she wrote it and I completely lost my mind over it. It's just so good.

A Cardinal Truth

One of the most touching and emotional fics I've ever read about worshipping Copia's body, especially his belly. It's beautiful and hot and everything you could ever need.

Terzo x Reader

The World We Knew

One of my favorite Terzo fics ever. It is filled with interesting conversation and character exploration. If you aren't already you WILL fall in love with him reading this.

What I Was Made For

An incredible soft and loving Terzo comfort fic that gave me all the feels.

Secondo x Reader

Nave of Hearts

Also a fic that drove me nuts when I got previews for it, equally filled with interesting character explorations as well as soft love at first sight that will have you melting.

Bite and Aftercare

Beautiful and super hot Secondo smut, hands down my favorite I've read and re-read many times, as well as sweet aftercare that doesn't shy away from the fact that he isn't the youngest anymore.

Primo x Reader

Dahlias

"I need more Primo smut" – I said that and half an hour later you somehow managed to write one of my favorite spicy Primo fics ever.

Alyssum

Soft soft Primo fluff that makes my heart so happy. I'm so glad she shows him the appreciation and love he deserves in her fics. If you're not into Primo I highly suggest reading these stories because they will make you fall for him :)

This is a long post and I could have literally put all of her fics in here because they are all my favorites. Please check out all of those stories and support @leezlelatch because I know for a fact there will be many more amazing stories coming to you ♡