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brighteyedbushybrowed · 1 year

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𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

Inspired by this video and TikTok audio. I just wanted to get out my headcanons about what would happen if you tried that on the ghouls, Copia, and definitely totally a sibling of sin Mary Goore. I will do a separate one for the ghoulettes too, I promise! Also this isn't proofread because we die like men (also I bashed all this out straight onto tumblr rather than in a word document like I usually do oops)

There's no smut in this, but it is suggestive so minors please DNI or I'm going to pull a Copia and shart in your car.

The two of you had been flirting for two or so months now, the tension between you both growing gradually as time went on. In the greatest of wisdom one could only be bestowed in the early hours of the morning, you decided that you had enough of the silly games. You both wanted each other and you knew you had feelings for them but you also were aware of the fact that they were enjoying this back and forth too much to end it any time soon. So, you were going to take matters into your own hands.

The next day, you sought them out at the place you knew you could usually find them. They raised their hand in greeting when they saw you, but you gave them no chance to say anything as you pushed them up against the nearest surface and pinned them their, a thigh between their legs and one of your hands grasping their chin to make eye contact.

"That's it," you hummed with a smile as you pressed in closer to them. "Yes, this is perfect. You just keep looking at me with those pretty eyes. Don't take your eyes off of me."

𝐒𝐨𝐝𝐨

While you weren't unwelcome in the underground dens, Sodo hadn't expected to see you today. Not that he was complaining, of course. Seeing you and getting to enjoy the thrill of your back and forth flirting was his favourite part of the day, but this? Being pushed up against the kitchen counter as you commanded his attention made a flush of heat run through him at the thoughts of what else he'd like you to do to him in here. Anyone could walk in at any moment, and that just made the moment all the more delicious.

The fire ghoul's tail wrapped around your leg as his clawed hands settled on your hips. "Only if you keep looking at me like that, sugar. You might even get a kiss out of me if you lean in just a little bit closer."

He thought he got you at first, the cogs turning in your head practically visible on your face. He couldn't help but inhale your intoxicating scent - a mix of your shampoo and excitement - when you began to close the gap. Just as he was about to press his lips against yours, you moved to speak into his ear.

"Why don't we take this somewhere a little more... private? If you're down for that."

Sodo grinned as he lifted you and began to carry you towards his room, your legs wrapped around his hips and the two of you barely making it in before he attacked your lips and locked the door behind you both.

𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

To say Aether was shocked would be an understatement. He gazed into your eyes just as you commanded, your words repeating in his head as he tried to process what was going on. It wasn't that he thought you were shy or anything like that - quite the opposite in fact. It had just never crossed his mind that you could be so forward.

It also hadn't crossed his mind how hot he'd find it.

You let out a quiet gasp when one of his hands reached round to rest on your ass, his thumb caressing back and forth as he pushed you into him. Your noses touched as neither one of you dared to look away. The quintessence ghoul felt the shift in your mood from confident and mischievous to aroused and he purred.

"What's brought this on, angel? Hm?" he asked, his voice low as his warm breath fanned against your lower face.

"Huh?" You blinked at him and he chuckled.

"What? Lost for words? Where's all that boldness from a moment ago gone? It suits you."

He relished the smirk that appeared, already hoping he'd get to see more of that more dominant side of you.

"Maybe if you weren't feeling me up and looking at me like you're about to bend me over a table I'd be able to think straight," you replied.

He quirked an eyebrow at you. "Maybe I don't want you to think about anything other than me. How does that sound?"

Your tongue brushed against his lower lip and he shuddered. "I think that sounds perfect."

As you pulled him towards his room, he couldn't help but mentally curse at how tightly you unknowingly had him wrapped around your little finger.

𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

The first thought that round through Rain's head the moment you pinned him against the tree by the lakeside was oh. While he may have come out of his shell more over the past few years, he was still one of the more reserved ghouls at the ministry. He hadn't considered that he'd ever be in this position with you, worried that your flirting was just you being nice to him, so now he was ill-prepared for how to react if you pushed him up against something and made your interest in him so clear.

"What's wrong, Rainy?" you asked, tone lightly teasing. "Cat got your tongue?"

The water ghoul ran one of his hands through his hair as he exhaled, trying to calm down and not appear as flustered as he felt. "I wanna kiss you."

Immediately, Rain's eyes widened and he hid his face behind his hands. That was not what he'd meant to say. Now you were going to laugh at him and look at him funny and think he was weird. Great! Maybe if he wished really hard, Mountain would make a hole appear beneath him and he would vanish forever so he wouldn't have to live down the embarrassment.

"Hey, there's nothing to be ashamed of! Please don't hide from me," you cooed, trying to gently pull his hands away so you could look at him.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that. I mean, I did mean what I said. I just -"

"No need to apologise, Rainy. Please let me see you. I'm not going to laugh or think you're creepy or anything like that, I promise."

After a moment to collect himself, the ghoul dropped his hands. They were immediately replaced by yours as you placed a gentle kiss on his lips, making him blush.

"That wasn't so bad, was it? Come on, let's go sit down by the lake and we can talk."

Relieved, Rain nodded and allowed you to pull him over to the lakeside.

𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧

"You think my eyes are pretty?" Mountain asked, completely unfazed by the fact that you'd managed to pin him against the wall of the practice room. No, instead it was your words that struck him more. He was used to hearing other siblings of sin talk about how much they loved the colourful glowing eyes of the other ghouls. He was happy to be the only ghoul with eyes that didn't glow, but he sometimes felt that his eyes weren't as attractive or interesting to them because of this.

You couldn't help but laugh in surprise. "I... Mountain, I literally just pushed you up against a wall and laid it on as thick as I could and you're focused on the part about your eyes?"

When you said it out loud, he had to chuckle. "I suppose when you put it like that..."

As he trailed off, he reached up to cup the side of your face with one hand while the other rested on your shoulder. Just as you asked, he didn't take his eyes off yours for a moment. He took in every fleck of colour in your irises, every eyelash, every detail he could.

"Nobody has ever told me they think my eyes are pretty before. You're the first."

You grinned in response. "Your eyes are the prettiest out of all of them. They're so different to the others. Don't get me wrong, their eyes are interesting, but there's only so much glowing orbs in the middle of the night I can handle, you know? Your eyes are calming. They feel like home."

The earth ghoul felt himself blush. He'd admittedly never thought of that before. As an earth ghoul, his eyes didn't glow because of how accustomed he was to hunting outside and trying to blend in so he wouldn't chase away his prey. He assumed that you would find his eyes to be boring because of that.

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you turned your head to kiss the palm of his hand, finally breaking eye contact.

"Why don't we go head back to the dens? And I'll tell you all about everything else I find pretty about you."

With a hum and a kiss to your forehead, Mountain led the way, a fluttering in his stomach as you intertwined your fingers with his.

𝐒𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐬

Heart thudding, Swiss forced himself not to just spill all the filthy words he wanted to say to you. He was used to being the more dominant one in relationships, always taking control and being the one to make others flustered with just a few words. Now, however, he found that he enjoyed the control being taken away form him a lot more than he originally believed. So much so, that he had to shift his position a little so that his erection wouldn't be so obvious to people walking past you both in the corridor.

"Mm, someone's feeling obedient today," you commented, smirking as you noticed him changing the way he was stood up against the wall.

"Hey, I'm always good and obedient! Just ask Papa," the multi-ghoul replied, feigning offence.

You leaned in ever so slightly, reveling in the way his breath hitched for a moment. "That's not what I've heard."

"Oh yeah? And what's that then?"

Swiss' eyes rolled into the back of his head when your lips brushed against his ear. He could smell how much you enjoyed taking charge, picking up on your feeling of satisfaction and the rush it gave you. He may not have as strong a sway over emotions as Aether did, but he could still feel everything you were feeling when you were pressed up against him like that.

"Rumour has it that Swiss likes to be a brat for Papa and doesn't like being told what to do. Is that true?"

Fuck, the way you teased him had his head swimming. "Shit, maybe. Would that be so bad?"

Relief washed through the ghoul when you leaned back, though he felt a knot form in his stomach when your thumb tugged on his bottom lip.

"Why don't you take me back to your room and I'll show you how much I hate brats that don't know their place."

He didn't know if you were just saying that because you'd figured out that he liked being treated like a naughty brat, but he certainly wasn't going to waist time complaining.

𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐚

The best way to describe Copia in that moment was a beautiful, stuttering, breathless mess. Still in his Papal robes and his smudged paint from the night before, his hands gripped onto the shelves of the bookcase behind him. He hadn't expected you to come seek him out in the library, especially not before morning mass, and he was feeling conflicted about how to react. Depending on his reaction, he could end up ruining whatever the two of you had or take things past the point of return and he wasn't sure which would be better or worse.

"You're overthinking again," you stated, taking in the way his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.

"I am not," he retorted, trying and failing to sound casual about it.

You sighed. "That wasn't very consisting, Copia. Would you like to try that again?"

The way you said his name made him want to fall to his knees before you. How did you make it sound so good coming from your lips? He hated it when other people called him that while playing the role of Papa, yet when you did it it sounded so right. So sinful.

Fuck, he was in deep shit here.

Copia's voice wavered. "Why do you have to make me feel like this, eh? What black magic is this?"

"If I'm making you uncomfortable we can drop it and pretend this didn't happen," you said, letting go of his chin and starting to back away.

You gasped when he grabbed hold of your hips, moving you back into position. "Oh no, you don't get to run away after that display. I am not uncomfortable, just... unsure."

"Ah. Because you're Papa, and I'm in a position beneath you."

"Satanas, the way you say these things! I just worry about ruining what we have by making the wrong move. That's all."

You didn't need his face to be bare to tell he was blushing, the tips of his ears reddening. Smiling, you rested your hands on his chest and kissed him, not caring if his paint transferred to your lips.

"Why don't we just take it a day at a time and figure this out together? It doesn't have to be anything more or less than what we want it to be."

Copia couldn't help but feel reassured at your words, nodding in agreement and basking in the way you beamed back at him.

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐞

"Shit, babe, you know how to make a dead guy's blood start pumping again," he joked, hands resting firmly on your hips to stop you moving away. His little hiding spot inside the booth after confession had become a place for the two of you to hang out as of late, but the two of you had never been so close in proximity with this much sexual tension before.

He wouldn't have been opposed to having a little fumble in here.

You scoffed. "You're not dead yet, Mare. As much as you like to say vampires are dead, the fact I hear your heartbeat every time you fall asleep in my room says otherwise."

He rolled his eyes. "One day you'll actually play along with me. I thought people ate up that Twilight sparkly dead vampire shit."

"Oh yeah, because everyone wants to Creep-o Cullen with his weird habit of breaking into a seventeen year-old girl's room to stare at her while she sleeps. No thank you."

Mary laughed at that, his thumbs rubbing back and forth over your clothed waist. "Don't think that I don't know you watch me when I drift off in your room. You're just as bad as him."

He watched you bite your lip and wanted nothing more than to do that himself. Maybe even draw some blood if he bit hard enough. He didn't know if you'd be into that, but if you were into him and all his weird eccentricities then he was willing to bet you'd enjoy it just as much as he did.

"You know," you teased, "vaguely insulting me isn't the way to get into my pants. Or anyone's pants for that matter. Well, maybe Swiss' or Sodo's. They both seem like they'd like the arguing and degradation."

Mary hummed, dragging you closer so that your chest was pressed against his. "What about compliments and praise then? You've been such a good sibling of sin, haven't you? So good I could drag you away somewhere and have my way with you. Would you like that?"

Silence filled the confession booth for a moment before you burst into laughter, making him pout in irritation.

"Wow. Okay, Mare. First of all, thanks for the praise because that is actually kinda hot. But was that really the best compliment you could come up with? 'You're so good that I want to fuck you'?"

He tutted, tilting his head back to hit the wood. "Shut up. It's not my fault I can practically smell how horny you are."

You smacked his chest with a giggle. "Like your dick isn't pressing against my thigh right now, hypocrite."

Mary smiled, ducking his head to suck your bottom lip into his mouth and graze his teeth against it.

"Maybe I'm a hypocrite, but you love it all the same."

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electrobeloved · 7 months

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was coping over the end of the impera and copia eras and my mom called me weird bc it's "just a rock band". these mfs are not jUsT a roCK bANd for thousands of people. does she not recall I changed my career path? I'm literally moving to Sweden in like a year and she's saying it's "just a rock band". this isn't denial btw, she's just stupid

my first album cycle is over. I made a dress for it, I got the box set, I went to 2 shows for 2 tours. but was it a full cycle tho cause I wasn't at impera release- anyways I can be here for release now and I'm hyped. I'm going to miss copia with my whole heart tho and idk if I'll like the next papa nearly as much. I hope the next albums got a purple theme. I like purple. I'm still sobbing furiously I'm just glad he didn't die

#ghost bc #ghost #the band ghost #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #popia #copia #pre imperatour #imperatour #re imperatour #impera #impera era #brisbane you got me fucked up #waaaaaahhhhhhhhh #this band got me fucked up

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thelampisaflashlight · 6 months

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Per Aspera Ad Inferi

[A young priest plagued with nightmarish visions makes the difficult decision to seek the counsel of the opposing side. Or, Copia makes an unlikely friend. Discussions of illness (unknown/vague sickness) and death, no one dies though. Not suitable for younger audiences.] Below the cut.

"I am Raphael Gianmarco Baptiste De Lorenzo..." Raphael introduces himself, nervously eyeing the two guards stationed on either side of the door to the room he's been lead into.

They're large and imposing, and if he didn't know better, he'd say one of them is growling...

"...I have come seeking your counsel... I understand if this is an odd request given... Well."

"It wouldn't be the first time one of your lot has come knocking." an older man in a burgundy tracksuit remarks from across a large desk, "Also not the first someone in your position has had a crisis of faith, though it is always a little amusing to see a priest inside the abbey."

Raphael opens his mouth and then closes it with a hum, clearing his throat before clarifying, "It is... not so much a matter of faith, but, rather... I require your... expertise."

He glances once more at the guards.

"They won't hurt you." the man laughs a bit awkwardly, quickly motioning for the pair to give him more space, "I can guess this isn't an... earthly matter from your tone."

"It is... not. No." Raphael takes a deep breath, worrying the seam of his gloves between his fingers, "...But it is a personal one."

A silence falls, and for a moment Raphael feels he might be in real danger as he hears the door behind him open... and then close.

Looking over his shoulder, he blinks.

The guards are gone.

"As I said, they won't hurt you." the man smiles warmly, "Have a seat, tell me what troubles you."

Raphael's eyes widen as the other rises and slides a chair around to the front of the desk, "Oh, ah, right... Thank you."

"Honestly, this seems more interesting than the paperwork I was doing before you arrived, so I should be the one thanking you!" he says, sitting back down, "Ah, but, I suppose that's a touch insensitive... You said this was a personal matter?"

"Mn." the younger nods, "I... Truthfully, I don't know where to start... Papa Emeritus-"

"Just call me Copia, lord below knows most people here do that... You said it was not an earthly matter, so why don't we begin there?" Copia suggests, leaning back in his chair, bouncing slightly when the seat refuses to recline.

"Okay..." Raphael sits up straight, "There's no... no way to say this that makes me sound sane, but, for as long as I can remember, I have been seeing things... Ah, inhuman entities. Demons."

Copia raises an eyebrow, a sparkle in his eyes, "...Go on."

"I think it's obvious from looking at me that I am not in the best health." he says, shivering slightly as the air in the room kicks on, "I have spent much of my life in and out of the hospital, so I have undergone numerous assessments over the years... Mental, physical... emotional... That is to say, I am acutely aware of what is and what is not... wrong with me."

"These visions trouble me, Copia." he continues, resting his hands in his lap.

"And so you've come here... for what?"

"Confirmation." Raphael wets his lips, "I will be blunt, if that's alright with you."

"Go ahead." the antipope nods, a frown adorning his features.

"My body is failing me, Copia." he admits, "The doctors don't know what's wrong with me, and all the church tells me is to pray... I have more bad days than good, and, quite frankly, I am tired. I don't know if, before I die, I'll ever stop being tired, but I know I would rest easier knowing for certain whether what I have been seeing is real or not."

Silence fills the room as the pair consider the weight of his request.

"...What answer would put you the most at ease?" Copia asks finally, watching Raphael with an all too familiar sort of pity.

"The truth." he says calmly, "...I don't have time for lies."

Raphael sits in his room, having removed his cassock and replaced it with the simple, white cotton pajamas he'd been given ages ago, contemplating his day.

Normally, he would kneel in prayer.

Tell the lord his troubles and ask Him for guidance.

Instead, his mind wanders back to his conversation with Copia.

In the end, the older man had told him to hold on, to find the answer for himself, and that had filled him with a feeling Raphael knew all too well.

Anger.

And he could tell by the look on his face that Copia knew he was dissatisfied with his response.

The conversation had ended abruptly then, with Raphael rising without hesitation, though unsteady without his cane, which he had left outside the door.

There were no words that could be said in that moment that would have soothed his temper, and no words he could offer in turn that would not be tainted by his anger.

It was dizzying.

Capturing the handle of his cane, he pivoted carefully on his heel to stare back at the antipope.

"Refrain from anger, and forsake wrath. Fret not yourself; it tends only to evil."

Copia laughed then.

"Psalm 37:8... I will admit, your little book has some interesting quotes." he said, a smile playing on his lips, "Is this your way of saying you're mad at me? I told you the truth as I see it, and that, my friend, is no lie. Go home and rest. If you're still troubled later, feel free to visit me once again."

Raphael lowers himself down into his bed, back complaining as he settles against the thin mattress and utters a rare curse from his lips.

"...Bastard."

He'll see him again soon.

Copia sets a cup down in front of the young priest, smiling serenely when his red eyes narrow at him, "Your anger is adorable."

Raphael scoffs, adjusting the placement of his cane against the table so it won't slide as he sits down.

"You came back." he comments, watching the other man stare wearily into his coffee, "You keep coming back."

"The air out here is refreshing." Raphael says, wrapping his hands around the mug to keep them warm, "...I think being away from the city is good for my health... from time to time of course."

Lately, the color has been returning to his features -Raphael's- his face lacks the pallor of their first meeting, and his fingers hold a gentle pinkness to the tips.

His face seems fuller as well.

"Of course." Copia sips his own drink and gives an exaggerated sigh, "Ahh~ So, what shall we discuss today? Good versus evil? The nature of God and the devil or...?"

"Butterflies."

Copia almost chokes, "...Butterflies? Really? You've traveled two hours out to the middle of nowhere to discuss butterflies?"

"I watched a documentary on them at the hospital-" he hums, adding quickly, "-it was a routine appointment, I was stuck in the waiting room for most it- and now it seems I've got butterflies on the brain."

"Well then, butterflies it is."

And so they talk about butterflies.

They talk about butterflies until the coffee grows cold, and, at some point, the conversation shifts.

Likes and dislikes.

Common interests.

The ups and downs of life.

Filling the air with chatter, half mindless, the rest insightful, until the question they've both been dreading falls from Copia's mouth almost carelessly.

"...How long now?"

Raphael smiles, "Lord knows."

"Yours or mine?"

They laugh.

...There's not much else they can do.

Either of them.

"I'm not so tired anymore... but I think I could rest." Raphael says, and Copia feels a twinge of... something... in his chest.

"Not so deeply you miss our next meeting, I hope."

Raphael stands, "You'd never get so lucky."

"True enough."

#lamp writes #shitghosting #ghost band #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic #copia #papa copia #papa emeritus iv #sibling of sin #sibling of sin oc #ghost band oc

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degeneratewh0re · 11 months

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"Do you still have feelings for me?" + copiiia? :]

(Yo I accidentally wrote a whole fanfic for this one lmao, more content for y'all. I hope you enjoy 💕)

Copia had never felt more miserable in his life. He thought that becoming Papa could possibly fulfill the empty feeling in his chest, and he knew what he needed, but there was no way he could ever get it back. Even leading the sermon during mass, he wasn't himself. He choked on his words and the chapel's occupants gave him concerning looks. He merely passed it off as, "Eh, scusi, I fear I may be coming down with something..." and awkwardly laughed it off. Really, he was crumbling on the inside. Suffering with loss. Everyone says it grows easier over time, but that isn't the truth, is it? The more time passes, the more we forget about the person we lost. Copia didn't want to forget Terzo. He couldn't.

He had been missing for over three years. Presumably dead. And though Copia wanted to do everything in his power to search for his lover, Sister Imperator would never allow it. He wanted to peel his skin away, feeling constantly watched. Like he was prey being stalked by an eagle, waiting to dig its claws into him as soon as he made the wrong move...

But, one night, the unthinkable happened.

An anonymous letter left on the windowsill in his bedroom. 'Come to the forest at midnight. It has been such a long time since we've spoken.'

Unsigned, yet the handwriting was deeply engraved in Copia's mind. His heart began racing. This has to be a prank. Whoever was behind it, he would sure give them a piece of his mind. What a cruel thing to do to somebody...

Fine. He'd go. When the hour struck, he climbed out of his bedroom window and quickly ran across the gate bridge as to stay out of sight, silently cursing to himself. He could have been smarter and worn something else besides his slippers. He persevered, despite nearly stumbling with every step, and ran deep into the forest. It had been thirty minutes since he first began his journey. His sleepwear was torn, nicks covering his arms and legs from the thorns and branches he got caught on. Maybe this was a bad idea... what if whoever wrote that letter only wanted to lure him in so he'd get lost? For the worse, kill him? He grew anxious, paranoid. He was lost in the dark and far from home. He wanted to cry, but he was so angry with himself that his body wouldn't allow it. Though.. he saw a strange rope on the ground. It was suspiciously out of place. The more he looked, the more he realized that there was more rope. It has to lead to somewhere...

By the end of the rope, still nothing. Copia buried his face in his palms and shouted. The tears began to quickly fall after a while of holding them back. He felt so stupid. He was going to die here, alone, torn to bits by some wolf or something befitting of his situation-

"Copia."

He froze, slowly turning around towards the voice. Was it...?

It was Terzo. Alive. His hair had grown past his shoulders, and there was no mistaking that chilling, glowing white eye in the darkness. Copia stared at him, wide eyes, and then something snapped inside of him. He shouted and knocked the other man square in the jaw, sending him tumbling back against a tree.

"You motherfucker- how could you- why? Why did you leave me?" He panted, grabbing Terzo by the front of his shirt, angry enough that steam could have comically shot from his ears. Terzo slightly panicked, putting his hands up to defend himself, wincing from his jaw aching from the punch. "Will you calm down? Let me explain before you start beating the shit out of me, belial!"

Copia huffed, and reluctantly let Terzo go. He didn't want to do that.. he wanted- he shook away those thoughts. Terzo was still alive, and hadn't even bothered to say goodbye. Nothing. Copia had been hurting for years.

"Hurry then! I'm cold, I'm torn to bits, I-I-" his breath shuddered as Terzo quietly shushed him, brushing a hand over his cheek, petting him softly. He looked away and gritted his teeth.

"I had to run, Copia. They were going to kill me. I wished I could have told you, but doing that, I would be risking both of our lives."

Copia felt his anxiety spike hearing this. No, no.. this was too much information to process right now. "Why... why would-? Your own father wouldn't kill you." His voice sounded out of breath, broken, hurt. Terzo cooed quietly. Oh, he hated seeing Copia upset... and Terzo felt his heart break whenever Copia began sobbing.

"No, don't cry, bello. I'm here. I'm alive." He wrapped his arms around Copia, letting the Papa cry into his shoulder. Copia trembled beneath his fingers and gripped onto the back of his shirt. Now, he really didn't want to let go.

"Do you..." Terzo never let Copia leave his grasp, but moved his head so he could look down at him as he began to spoke. He wiped away his tears with his thumb, stroking over the faded out freckles on his cheeks. "What is it?"

"Do you still have feelings for me...?" Copia choked out between sniffled. Terzo smiled sadly, sighing, looking his dearest in the eyes.

"I've never lost them. The only reason I came back was for you, caro mio..."

Copia smiled through his tears. His grin big and crooked. He felt the emptiness inside of him slowly being filled again. He cupped Terzo's cheeks with both of his trembling hands, pulling him into a gentle, passionate kiss. Terzo held onto his hips firmly, gently caressing his lover while he returned the affectionate touches.

"I am going to take you far away from here, beloved. I'll make sure they never hurt either of us..."

#copiiia #fluff #angst

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theratboyking · 1 year

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Softly Into The Night

Chapter Five: The Neon God They Made

Pairing: Cardinal Copia/Reader/Papa Emeritus iii (this will also have eventual Copia/Terzo but that won't be for a while)(This is also a slow burn so it's gonna be a while until we even get here)

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Demons are real, angels exist, and my father is the Prince of Darkness. A dream I can’t seem to wake up from. And two mysterious strangers that seem to have a connection to me. What could possibly go wrong?

Chapter Summary: “Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown. His white eye starts to glow. “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

Warnings: 18+ (this is going to get be a wild ride folks,) Slow burn, Idiots in love, kinda soulmates? poorly translated Italian (I am sorry to all the Italians out there) fluff, angst, this is a ghost fic so you know religious trauma, some chapters will like get kinda deep in the religious philosophy but maybe not depending on the direction this goes, eventual smut (Chapter will be labeled)

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“We’re going to try something different today.” Secondo’s voice echoed around the halls. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes. Instead, he was dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks. He had his sleeves rolled up, exposing the tattoos on his arms. He was carrying his staff in one arm. He was moving with little urgency, but I was a nervous wreck.

This morning started with me receiving a rather large book shoved into my arms by a waiting Secondo and very little explanation of where we were going. In fact, this was the first thing he had said to me since I made it to his office door this morning. I started to fear that he was finally sick of me being late.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

I gulp–my grip on the book only tightens. I didn’t even know that there was a graveyard. What would we even be doing down there? Why were we even going to the cemetery, of all places? I could feel a pit forming in my stomach, one I hadn’t felt in quite a while. I take an uneasy breath.

The large doors at the front of the Abbey came into view. Each step is met with the pounding of my heart. I couldn’t tell you, but I had a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt like I would fall into it if I weren’t careful.

The blinding afternoon mid-April sun nearly blinded me. The forest surrounding the Abbey seemed to breathe with each passing breeze. The feeling wasn’t going away; if anything, it was getting worse. We were only getting closer to the forest.

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

My breathing was picking up, but I nodded my head nonetheless. I have an awful feeling about this. This isn't going to end well. The sound of snapping thighs and crushed leaves echo in my ears. They seemed so far away.

Up a little bit from the path was a clearing. A fence lined the outside; several large boulders lay near the entrance. Graves lined the grounds, some older than others. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see a mausoleum in the distance. There was an energy that radiated from this place. We were not alone; whoever else was still here with us was very old.

He continued despite me falling behind. His assurance from earlier didn’t do much to help with the ever-increasing sense of dread in the pit of my stomach. I picked up my pace so that I wasn’t alone. This place was beyond creepy; it felt like my every move was being watched.

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“I’m sorry, what?” I looked at him like he had three heads, slowly bringing myself to my feet. Was he looking for me to do something to have an excuse to kill me? But he said others knew we were out there.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“We can either do this the easy way, and you stop hiding from yourself, or we do this the hard way, and I won’t be so nice. We are running out of time here principessa, and my patience is running thin.”

I gulp, looking toward one of the smaller rocks in the area. Settling on the smallest I could find, I tried to do as he asked. I could feel myself straining, but it didn’t move. Despite my best efforts, the rock did not move. Finally, I could hear Secondo let out an exasperated sigh.

“Fine, you chose the hard way.” He clears his throat. Snapping his fingers, the book I had been holding springs to life. The pages fly open as he brings his staff to the grown. His white eye starts to glow. “Now, you will fight me like your life depends on it. I am your enemy in these moments, and I will not stop until you cannot fight anymore.”

“Now, let's begin.” The word came from all around. It was almost impossible to tell where he was even despite being right in my sight. The whole atmosphere changed with his words. A chill ran down my spine.

He lifts his staff, bringing it barreling to the ground. A thunderous clap sounded off throughout the graveyard. A ring of white and orange flames sprang to life around us, trapping me in here with him.

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

I could hear him muttering something in Latin as another ball of fire missed my body. He really wasn't joking; I don’t even think this is the full extent of what he could do. How was I going to get out of this? What do I do? Do I run, or do I hide?

Running wasn't exactly an option; a wall of fire was blocking my way. I couldn't stay here, though; he wasn't letting up–I could take cover for a second so I could at least think of what to do. I make a run for it taking cover behind one of the gravestones. It’s not much, but at least it was something.

“Come on, do we really need to do this?” It did little to stop Secondo’s attack–continuing to throw the balls of fire toward the stone. Ok, think, what can I do to stop him? The heat of the fire was starting to get to me; sweat was falling down my body from either the adrenaline or just how much I was moving. I really wasn’t sure.

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands. Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

“Yes!” I threw my hands up in victory. The ball of flames going with it. It flew towards Secondo, missing him completely and landing in the space beside him, leaving little more than a scorch mark on the earth.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Is that the best you can do?” He practically roared, throwing the ball of fire back towards me. I just barely managed to dodge it. “Do you think the enemy will go soft on you? Attack me!” He raises his staff once more.

“Stop it. I can’t do this.” I lift my head, peeking out to look at him. “You don’t have a choice. The enemy does not care what you can and can't do. They only want you dead.” He paused for a moment. “Or would you rather they kill those you care about?” He points his staff to the side, his eyes turning to look in the direction, “Vide quid vult”

I could see two figures beginning to appear out of the corner of my eye. Terzo and Copia materialize out of thin air—a look of horror on their faces. Despite whom had summoned them, they still seemed utterly horrified by what was happening. They stood there motionless, only letting out ragged breaths; they looked like they couldn't move even if they wanted to

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

“Praecipio tibi, ut tollas de somno tuo” Pointing his staff to the side, the boulder began to lift from the ground. He hurled his staff in the direction of my boys. The boulder follows his command.

“No!” I don’t know what came over me. It was as if time had stopped; everything was moving so slowly. My legs were moving without me having to think about it. I could feel every beat of my heart racing as I desperately tried to reach them in time. Reaching them just in time for the boulder. I brace myself for impact. All air left my body as the boulder rammed into my outstretched hands. It fell to the ground with little resistance.

Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there. I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

Terzo and Copia stood by his side—the same look of horror present on their faces. Secondo looked utterly pleased with himself. He let out a dark chuckle; a smile was plastered on his face. This was the most alive I had ever seen him before. “Good! Now the real fun begins.”

I screamed–even that seemed to have changed into something monstrous. I couldn't recognize my own voice, but I didn’t care. Charging towards him at an inhuman speed, despite this, he still managed to dodge me. It only served to add fuel to my anger. I could feel the snakes Lucifer had put on my side burning with every move I made, but it didn't stop me. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to them.

Dodging every shot of fire, he threw at me with an accuracy I never knew I could possess. I make my way to them. I could feel an icy fire on my face, the cold air hitting me with how fast I moved. I was getting closer. The last bit of control I had left me as I let out one more demonic scream.

This was the only time I have ever seen him show true fear. The cockiness he had completely vanished from his face. His eyes had finally returned to normal. He sprints to where I have collapsed. “Prohibere!”

I could barely make out the feeling of him flipping onto my back. My vision faded in and out, and I couldn't hear the word leaving Secondo’s mouth. My head was pounding. I just wanted to close my eyes. Yeah. I should just close my eyes.

“Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

“(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

“Oh…” I tried to sit up; my body, however, had other plans. The world around me began to spin; sighing in defeat, I lay back down. Secondo looked down at me. He looked lost in thought, a look of worry etched on his face.

“I may have gone just a little too hard on you.” He paused, looking anywhere else that wasn't me. “I should not have pushed the limits… I’m sorry.” It was so low I was surprised I heard it, and my head snapped toward him. I don't think I ever heard him apologize for anything before.

He looked like a lost kid, unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

“YOU WERE MARRIED!?” I bolted upright, ignoring the pain in my head. I didn’t mean for it to come off like I was surprised. I was, however, beyond surprised to hear that Secondo, of all people, was married.

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…” There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“Can I ask where we’re going?”

My arms were starting to hurt from just how heavy this book was. It was well-loved, as if it was out of someone’s personal collection. There wasn’t a title, but it looked old and essential.

“The graveyard.” He said it so nonchalantly.

I stubble over my steps, almost falling. “I’m sorry, what?” So this was it, wasn’t it? So this was how I was going to die.

“Calm down; I’m not going to kill you,” He cast me a sideways glance. “ Mio fratello avrebbe avuto una crisi, per non parlare del cardinale.” I really need to learn Italian…

“We will be back before sundown. Others know this and will not come looking for us until then. Do you understand?”

He comes to a sudden stop. I collided right into his back, crashing to the ground.

“Throw something at me.” He was being so nonchalant with every word he said to me. I was left in a state of shock. I honestly really wasn’t sure how to react.

“You head me, throw something at me.”

I slowly bent down to grab a stick before he stopped me, “No, not like that. Use your powers.”

“I can’t do that.”

“You can, now, do it.”

“I can’t throw something with my mind.”

“You cannot run this time, Principessa.” It almost didn't sound like him anymore. A low rubble echoes around me, and I try to regain my bearings.

This had to be a test, a joke even. There was no way I could do this. Then, a bright flash of orange and red whizzed past my head.

Ok, maybe he wasn't joking.

Fire, that’s it. Ok, focus. Remember what he taught you. I take a deep breath, trying to get something to happen. Focus.

I could feel my hands heating up. A spark was forming in between my hands. Focus. I can do this. Finally, a tiny ball of flames erupts in my hands.

Secondo turns his gaze towards my misfire. A dark laugh leaves his lips as I return to take cover behind the gravestone.

“Leave them out of this.” I could feel what little control I had left me. I seriously didn’t want to hurt him, but now I wasn’t so sure.

“They will not stop until you are destroyed. They do not care who gets in the way.” His eyes break from me, looking towards one of the large boulders that stood unmoving at the gateway.

Taking deep breaths, I looked behind me; they weren’t there. I could feel what little restain I had left me. I could feel my body changing. My gaze snapped to where Secondo stood.

“Are you ok?” It was distant despite him being right next to me.

The world around me goes black.

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Fuck, it felt like there was a boulder on my chest. I couldn't move. Darkness surrounded me–there was a ringing in my ears that didn't seem to want to leave.

“(y/n)...”

Where am I? Wait… The cemetery, Secondo… Terzo, Copia… The last thing I remember was Secondo screaming something. The rest was a blur in my memory. What exactly happened?

“(y/n)!”

Secondo? Why was he screaming? I think he’s screaming at least; everything feels as if I was floating through the clouds. My head was pounding.

“Are you there, principessa?”

I groan, the light blinding me as I try to open my eyes. “What happened?” I was in desperate need of a glass of water.

“You were beginning to lose control.” He turned his head to the side, looking towards the mausoleum.

The realization dawns on me, and with a small burst of energy, I try to sit up, “Terzo… Copia…”

“They were not real. Only illusions.”

He looked like a lost kid, unsure what to do, let alone say. He let out a long sigh looking towards me. He offered me his hand. Helping me sit up before pulling a juice box out of his back pocket.

“Did you have that in there this whole time?” I ask, thankful for it. It took everything in me to not down it in one gulp.

“This isn't my first rodeo…” There was that far-off look

“What do you mean? I thought I was the first?”

“No. The first antichrist, yes, but not the first hybrid to have stayed in the Abbey.”

“Who was it?” I had to know. This was the most I have ever heard about this. I knew others had a demon parent, but to know there was another here was.

Secondo’s gaze moved back to the mausoleum for a moment before snapping back to me. He didn’t say anything, just looked.

“Come on, you can’t just say that and then not tell me!”

He seemed to hesitate but knew I wouldn’t stop until I got an answer. He sighed, “My wife…”

He only nodded, “She was the daughter of a ghoul and a man of this earth…”

“Well, where is she?” I could help but push more.

“She died a few years back…” A far-off look in his eyes.

“Oh…” There was a moment of silence that passed between us.

“How?” I should stop talking, but I could not help but want to know. She was like me… That was the most I have ever gotten to help explain what I am, and if I could get more out of him, then maybe I should press a little bit more.

“A rogue angel took her from me…” His voice was unsettlingly even, but there was a fire in his eyes. It was an anger I had never seen before, not in him.

The air around us had changed. It was as if the very spirits themselves were angry. I shudder; I don't know what I should say. The tension in the air was thick.

“She died in my arms.” he finally whispered, staring at the mausoleum once more. If I didn't know any better, it almost looked like he had tears in his eyes. They were glossed over like he was in a different, much simpler time.

“Are you ok?” I ask, my hand coming to rest on his shoulder.

This seemed to snap him out of it. He turns to look at the hand, letting out a rather long sigh. “To be completely honest with you, no. But it gets easier with time, or at least that’s what they tell me. Love is a blessing and a curse. Yet I would do it all again if I could just hold her one more time.”

I stared at him dumbfounded. I don't know what to say. We stayed like this for a while, his words repeating in my mind. Maybe I was in more danger than I thought I was. I didn’t even know angels were able to kill others. Not only that, but what does that mean for me?

I couldn’t tell you how long we sat like that. We were both in our little worlds, our thoughts racing. I glanced over at him to see him staring at the ground. I bring my hand to his shoulder, breaking him from his thoughts. He snaps his head up to look at me. I offer him a smile–one he does not return. His once-tense body relaxes under my touch as he lets out a long, drawn-out breath.

“We should start heading back. I’m sure mio fratello and the cardinal are wondering where we are.” He finally said, looking towards the sky. The sun was beginning to set– the light was leaving the graveyard, and an ominous glow was beginning to cast itself around the grounds.

The walk back was, for the most part, quiet. Secondo led the way, his staff clicking with every step he took.

“You remind me a lot of her.” He finally broke the silence. “Both of you were stubborn beyond belief; you never know when to quit. It’s something that I admire about you principessa.”

“Who are you, and what have you done with Secondo.” I retort, not really sure what to say. He was doing a good job of throwing me for a loop today. “I never exactly took you for one to fall in love. You really give the silence suffering alone kinda type.”

“I never thought I would until I found her. She called me out on many of my behaviors and brought out the best in me. I don't think we would have this conversation right now if it wasn't for her.”

“I figure you would take love for weakness,” I mutter.

“Love is not a weakness. You are not weak for being in love–it makes you all the more powerful. Don’t forget that piccolo.”

I’ve never heard him talk like this before. He was genuine with his words; nothing was hidden behind them.

“Thank you for today. I don’t think I could do this without you.”

We were approaching the edge of the woods. I could make out two figures waiting for me. One was pacing back and forth, while the other looked like he was sitting down. A soft smile formed on my face as the realization dawned on me. Terzo and Copia were waiting for me. Dispute everything; they were still waiting for me, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

My pace quickens as my thoughts race. What I had been feeling for them for months is now hitting me. I was hopelessly in love with them. I was in love with them and was scared of what that meant. Secondo’s words replay in my head. I trip over my feet, slowing up. My realization was still fresh in my mind.

As if sensing my hesitation, Secondo let out a soft chuckle–a similar smile made its way to his face, “Go to them.” He nudges my shoulder--throwing his head in their direction. I look towards him, a silent understanding passing between us. I turn my attention back to my boys. I took off to where they stood waiting—a new fire lit in my heart.

There really was no going back after today. I have too much riding on me. I was done hiding from myself. Now it was just time to stop hiding from how I felt.

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namelessbutters-doodles · 1 year

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Life can lead to strange occurrences

Copia: Mountain

Mountain' 'tending to his plants'' Yes, Copia?

Copia: Do they know?

Mountain: do they know, what?

Copia: That you were once, the servant of god?

Mountain' 'stops watering the plants'' No

Copia: It's not My business to pry into other's personal life or for where they came from but weren't you there when the second became papa?

Mountain: Somewhat yes.

Copia: what was your intent?

Mountain: i was only there to watch you humans, to make sure you weren't going to do anything ''Blasphemous'' as the old man would say ''laughs''.

Copia:....

did you ever say anything?

Mountain''cuts a flower'' no, after a few missions and serving for a thousand years, why should i? just so They can make things in there vision right? while there's literally people who need help and guidance, yet they just want us to watch over people and not do nothin but to report.

Copia: how long did you serve, until you fell?

Mountain''chuckles'' For years.

Copia: Then, you Enter the clergy thus that's when you Join The 3rd when his era was almost over, am i right?

Mountain: Correct.

Copia: Would you ever tell the ghouls?

Mountain: no

there are some things, That they should not know about. Even with stuff like this, it should be forgotten but can be learned if never talked about.

Copia''looks up at Mountain'' You've grown a lot as a person, haven't you mountain?

Mountain''nods'' some would say, i'm just a old soul but in reality i'm still the person who was the servant, the fallen, the caretaker, Lover or Protector but to some i've never really changed, i'm still me.

Do you regret it?

regret what, my dear papa?

Doing what you did to save that family, who were destined to die?

No, if I regretted it I wouldn't be here right now with the ones I love and Happily serve ''gives flower'' you all give me a reason to Feel Alive and the work we do mean somethin even it's small or big, i'm always Honored to do it, papa.

Copia''smiles''

isn't almost time for mass?

''looks at time''

almost, i should get goin ''starts packin'' i don't want to deal with nihil floating and getting stuck in walls again for a hour.

''chuckles'' he's not that good at being ghost, is he?

no, the only thing he's good at is being a nuisance.

''both laugh''

Well, i gotta get going''starts leaving'' would i see you at mass?

most likely, yes.

Good.

oh, and copia?

copia''turns around''

Thank you.

No problem, my dear...Amore

''leaves''

it's strange what consequences, in your life could lead to either good or bad but at least life finds a way.

💚

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wrestledwiththegods · 1 year

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Hello! I wanted to ask how the Papas and Copia would be around a shy sister of sin who has massive crush on them, but is too flustered to vocalize it. Thanks so much love 😘😘

Papa Nihil is so flattered! He remembers that sweet sort of puppy love and not knowing how to go about it. He'll probably be the most direct about it by saying outright he knows. Don't worry! It's sweet. Endearing.

But really, you can't wait too long on these kind of things- he might die in the meantime! (He laughs especially hard if he's a ghost by this point.) He'll tell the sister that life is much too short for for holding onto feelings and not expressing them. He's happy she feels that way about him, but she needs to be able to be forward and seek out her wants and desires.

The most patient is Papa I when he figures it out. Make more excuses for her to hang out and be around him if she should so choose. This way he also gets to know the sister better one on one. He has a lot of his own regrets of not expressing feelings over the coarse of his life. Or expressing anger instead of affection he obviously felt.

So there's going to be a lot of subtle talks about that sort of thing. It let's them know he's flawed- it's important they know that. It's also important that they know they can't go through life being too flustered to vocalize. If they figure it out and admit it, he kisses their hand and pretends to he surprised. If they don't... he kisses the sisters forehead and tells her he knows.

Papa II if he knows, he's going to be kind of an ass about it. Mostly to try and encourage them. Lots of teasing, lingering touches- he wants to see her admit it. To an outside point of view, it might seem cruel. The truth of it is he gets annoyed when something like that is blatantly obvious and they won't just be straight about it. How is he meant to respond if you can't even say it out loud?

When it gets to be too much to stand for the poor sister and she finally admits it, he will give her a soft kiss on the lips. "Good. It took you long enough."

Papa III is probably the most forward. He's probably not going to admit he knows about the sisters crush until way later because he would rather not condescend or embarrass her. Instead what he does is outright become a huge flirt. Suddenly has this invested interest in the sister- if she's interested why not get to know her? It either works out or it doesn't, he's not currently committed.

He's showing up with that damnable grin of his with a wink. Want to hang out? Want to play hooky? He knows a place. Sneaks her off church grounds to see her outside of it. Devotion is great, of course, but he can see that any time. He wants to know all of you!

Papa IV wants to see where this goes. Observational when the sister isn't aware, definitely seeks information out from other siblings and ghouls. Is she a climber? Will she rise with him? Or will she hesitate when it gets tough...?

To their face, he's nothing but cordial. Polite and charming with that dorky quality we all know and love. All until he gets all the information he needs. If she's not the right match, he'll definitely leave her hanging if she won't even admit the crush. If she is... oh expect him to make a grand gesture of affection (without embarrassing her that he knows.)

#the band ghost #papa ii #copia #papa i #ghost hcs #papa iii #papa nihil

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skywarpie · 1 year

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Copia isn't going to die, he told me so himself while we were buying our retirement condo in Florida

#the band ghost #okay to reblog i guess #my wife and i have plans #and death cant get in the way of that #ghost band #ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iv

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emeritus-fuckers · 10 months

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(gonna subscript it so it hopefully isn't as long as the color of the sky)

Buckleup chucklefucks (affectionate) I am looking for a husband (matchup event please <3) Papas if that's okay, because I'm not super familiar with all the ghouls. Even though I'm pretty sure Jez is going to say Papa Nihil - Crusty Edition just to spite me lmao

Some starter information about me: I'm an INFP MBTI and a Scorpio. I'm "introverted, idealistic, creative, and driven by high values" and motivated by helping others and understanding the world. I'm passionate person, in everything I do, really, but especially with romantic relationships. I am a hopeless romantic. (also, Scorpio is supposedly the most sexual zodiac haha) I can be slow to warm up to people, but once I do, I am ride-or-die and loyal to a fault. I'm ambitious in the sense that I want to learn the world's secrets and help others live their best lives. I'm a very philosophical and dedicated to my academic studies, primarily interested in psychology, society, and culture. Otherwise I'm a creative person and a storyteller. I draw political art and write poetry to channel thoughts of depression and isolation. I tend to take up random projects I fixate on, like building a guitar or making jewelry. I sing in a choir setting and casually play electric and acoustic guitar, as well as electric bass. Physically, I am transmasc and embrace the "feminine in a boy way" vibe. I'm short and have a lanky build, but have been cursed with curvy legs and ass like Copia because I walk so much on campus RIP. I've got dark curly hair (kinda the Damiano David vibe before the buzz cut), extremely light brown/amber eyes and long lashes that stab me in the eyeball on a daily basis, and tan complexion. In the face, I've got the van dyke goatee going on, and a strong jawline and cheekbones. I swear, I'm not this vain, I'm just putting my best foot forward when in all reality I could write a novel using all my insecurities lol

Congrats on the follower milestone and thank y'all so much! I love the emeritus-fuckers team and all that you do! I know all 3 of you are super busy, so absolutely no rush! :)

Your match is… Terzo

It took a while for you both to get to know each other properly, to open up. But when you did, you both fell completely head over heels. He is very passionate. You are both hopeless romantics so it works well!

So, you are the most sexual zodiac sign, it’s a good thing Terzo can, err, keep up with you, should we say.

He loves that you want to help others. It’s part of what initially drew him to you. As well as your wonder about the world and your creative spirit!

He is very content watching you throw yourself into your studies. That happy concentrated smile you have on your face, it just makes him fall for you more.

He adores your storytelling! He’ll listen hooked on your every word.

On a summers evening, you often lie next to each other, by a campfire, looking at the stares, swapping stories (he is also good at telling a tale).

And if you get cold he’ll wrap you up in his arms and lay little kisses all over you.

As for your projects, he’ll throw himself in with equal enthusiasm no matter how random it is!

If you ever feel depressed or isolated, he’s there for you. He’ll hold you close to him and reassure you. He’ll then sit and write songs while you channel your feelings into poetry or art.

He loves listening to you sing in the choir. He’s always enjoyed choral music anyway but to hear you sing it is even better. If you do concerts he’s at every single one.

He loves how you look. He’s a bit of a perv in the way he shows it, but he’d never do anything that would make you uncomfortable (he would ask what your boundaries are.).

He would say this to you “It’s not vain, you err should be putting your best foot forward! Papa is very proud of you.”

#ask #biximagyins #ghost band #ghost bc #matchups #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iii x reader #terzo #ghost #match up event

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copiasblair · 4 months

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ok everyone's asleep so can i just say real talk? i don't think copia's going to be killed off in preparation for the next album. like this isn't just me wanting him to not die (because i think i've voiced my mixed feelings on that, like that it's maybe being more narratively satisfying/interesting, at least to me) but also i just think about like. the tweet they put out about the brisbane ritual, capping it off with "the empire is built". and although i do my best to avoid footage from that ritual just because it's very emotionally tender for me, i did see a clip where he explicitly mentions a successor, which isn't like, crazy, given the pattern with the band. so what i think is going to happen is that he's not necessarily stepping down as papa, but at least as the leader of the band, and that there's going to be somebody introduced to take over for him and he'll take more of a mentor/guiding role. like the idea that this era has been about the rise and fall of empires, right, and the idea of the empire being built makes me think that he's maybe not going to be the face of the project anymore, but he'll be the one pulling the strings, sort of rebuilding things in his image. does that make sense?

#sorry this got a little tin foil hat huh #anyway this is my current theory but to be fair i don't know what i'm talking about most of the time #what do you have to say doll?

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strange-ghoul · 1 year

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Copia has a papal white eye because Imperator hit him as child just like she did to Nihil.

Are you the anon with the tattoo rumor? *Squints* I would hope not. But if you are, I'm a dead dove writer, so good luck with the shock content ig

My HC for the eye thing is it's a blessing from a devil, which only forms after the ritual to become Cardinal.

Those who go for the cardinal rank must be working with a devil to make sure the ritual goes by smoothly. Those who lie about working with one often die. And the few who died who were working with a devil are outliers.

There's a risk in the ministry with many things, and this is one of them.

Also, I don't really see Sister Imperator as a physical abuser. Yes, she can be manipulative, but I honestly don't think she's... smart enough? I suppose? to pull off anything too big. She's focused on her goals and doesn't see the need to have any distracters. I also feel that she isn't a psychopath- she feels sympathy and guilt- so she wouldn't hurt them like that.

Nihil however? Might be a topic to explore another time. Just know the brothers do not have a good relationship with him because of what he did in his younger years. In my more wholesome content however, Nihil wants to fix that and actually try to be a Good Dad™. He might be a little late but that won't stop him!

#dead dove #headcanons #the band ghost #also a little unhinged there anon #for the record if you ARE tattoo anon #piss off #thanks

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youwouldntlietopapa · 2 months

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The Words That Were Never Spoken (OC Re-Edit) - Chapter Eleven

For the first few moments, Izzy couldn’t have said what year it is, much less how long she slept. A while, is the conservative estimate she settles on. Eyes still closed, reluctant to open them and let go of the bit of her dreams. But her body wakes up whether she likes it or not. Settling back into reality, where she’s still in Copia’s bed, where the pillow still smells like him, where it’s safe. Slowly realising that her hand is holding tightly to another and that it’s not only the sound of her own breath in the quiet room.

She’s met by his mismatched eyes when she finally looks, every bit as sleepy as her own. His paints are smudged and his cassock and dark shirt are missing, leaving him in an undershirt and his trousers. A faint smile playing on his lips. One she returns without hesitation or a second thought.

“I was just dreaming about you.” It’s barely a whisper, worried that if the moment breaks, it will shatter. “And here you are.”

His smile spreads a little wider and his hand slips, reluctantly, free of hers. Copia shifts a little closer and even that small move makes Izzy’s heart pound in her chest like it means to break free. His hands cupping her cheeks gently, running a thumb over her cheekbone, staring intently back at her. Without a word, leaning closer, his lips finding hers.

Not the chaste kiss on the cheek, not the soft kiss on the forehead she’s accustomed to from him. Kissing her deeply, passionately. Like she’s dreamed of a thousand times. That has her pressing herself against him and holding him tightly, lost in the taste of his lips and the feel of his body next to hers. Like all of the pieces of her life that had been missing falling into place.

Copia’s forehead presses to her’s, breaking away just enough to take a breath. Lips still brushing against hers, staring into the depths of her soul. She doesn’t even know where to start. But she can feel the tears pricking at her eyes. And there has to be some place to start…

"Cope…” Izzy whispers, holding on a little tighter as if he might vanish. “I… I can't lose you. You understand? I can't. You mean the world to me. More than that. More than anything. And every time I try to say the words, I freeze…"

His lips meet hers again and she wants to scream. Just let me say it. Please, I’ll explode if I don’t say it.

His voice is soft but steady. Certain and confident the way she’s only heard in private, and even then, too rarely. Speaking words that will be carved into her heart and soul until her last breath.

"Isobel, I love you. I love you from the very first moment I see you. I love you more every moment since then. I love you until I can't breathe or think or speak or do anything that isn't loving you. And if I spend one more day without saying it out loud, I will die."

There’s no holding back the tears and she doesn’t even try. It’s too much. Too overwhelming. Her heart aches until it feels like it will burst while a part of her is furious at herself for waiting. For being afraid. For holding back. When everything she wanted, everything she needed was right there.

“… Tell me they are not sad tears… please?” Copia whispers, drying her cheeks.

Her response is somewhere between a sob and a laugh. Slipping her hands up through his hair the way she’s wanted to do for so long, it aches, Izzy pulls him into another kiss. “They aren’t,” she manages softly. “But you really stole my thunder, Cope.”

He lets out a relieved chuckle, wrapping his arms around her. "Scusami."

“I think I can forgive you.” Her fingertips trace the lines of his face, gently, eager for the warmth of his skin against her own and still feeling like she should hold back even a little. Watching his eyes slide closed, the smile on his lips, revelling in the contact just as much. “…. Se sapessi quante volte ho provato a dirlo. O quante volte ho sognato di sentirlo. Quante notti sono rimasto sveglio desiderando che tu fossi accanto a me. Quante preghiere disperate ho fatto... Perché non c'è nessun altro, *nessuno* che abbia mai avuto tutto il mio cuore come te. Nessuno accanto al quale preferirei svegliarmi. Nessuno con cui preferirei passare le mie giornate. Nessuno in tutto il mondo amo quanto amo te. Sei molto più del mio migliore amico. Stando con te... sono al sicuro, visto e... a casa. Ti amo, Copia. Con tutto il mio cuore. E non riesco a immaginare una versione della mia vita senza te.”

His eyes snap open as soon as she starts speaking. Staring at her, frozen in place. Not making a sound until she’s finished. Tears quickly ruining his paints. Copia buries his face in her shoulder, holding her tightly, wrapping himself around her, not able to be touching her enough.

“You don’t tell me you are learning…” His voice cracks.

“I wanted to surprise you.” Izzy’s fingers comb through his hair, softly scratching his scalp.

Copia lets out another strangled sob. “You learn… for me?”

She kisses his temple and his cheek, his jaw and along his neck. Desperate to kiss every available patch of skin. “I wanted to make sure that I was as clear as possible. Because I never want you to doubt how much I love you.”

“Never again. Never, Isobella.” He pulls away enough to look at you. “We have both been very stupid, no?”

She laughs, pressing her forehead to his again and letting the joy wash over her. “We really have.”

“No more. I swear, I tell you every time I think it.” He laughs with you. “Maybe not every time. I don’t get anything else done.”

“If you’re here napping, does that mean you’re not expected anywhere else today?”

“There is nowhere so important that I leave now.” His mouth finds her neck, his warm tongue against her skin. Dragging a moan from her lips, for once, not fighting it. Copia shudders and lets out a shaky breath. “I dream of hearing that sound, amore. For years.”

Izzy’s nose bumps against his and she steals another small kiss. Whispering so close, he fills her whole field of vision. “No more dreaming. I am, as I have been from the first moment I saw you, completely, unquestionably yours. Only yours.”

“And I am yours, Isobel. Always.”

……………

His mind screams at him to take it slow. Not to rush. But he can still taste her lips on his. she’s still pressed up against him. The tiny sounds and the moan he won from her are still ringing in his ears. “I… I want to touch you. Please…”

“Cope… I’ve been waiting so long for that. Don’t make me beg.” She kisses another trail up his neck, speaking softly next to his ear. “I want you, Copia. I need you.”

The noise he makes echoes in her very core, and when his hips press against her, it’s impossible to miss how hard he is. His hand slips under her sweater, exploring slowly, gently, her leg hooking over his hip.

“I think I will go mad with you in my bed.” Copia bites softly at her skin, just enough to tease. “Trying to hold back when all I want is you.”

“I don’t want to hold back. Not anymore. Not with you.” She shifts, half sitting up. Smiling at his quiet whimper. Izzy lifts his hand, kissing his fingers. Grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head in a single motion. Her arm snakes around behind her back and pops the clasp of her bra open, tossing both aside. However sad he is at the momentary loss of contact turns into a sharp breath and a prayer she’s not sure she’s heard before. His hands eagerly reaching for her as she lies back down beside him, returning to his embrace.

“How do I ever get so lucky?” His hand runs up her side, cupping her breast, catching a pink nipple between his thumb and finger. Pinching just hard enough to get a hiss. Ducking his head to kiss the pain away.

Izzy looks right back at him when he tips his head back to see her. “It’s not luck, Cope. You? You are perfect. Brilliant and sweet and beautiful. It wasn’t some trick or cosmic interference. It was all you. From the very start. You stole my heart and I wanted you to keep it.”

“You take mine in return.” He blushes and kisses her again. “Without complaint from me. You are perfection. I worship at your altar forever, amore.”

Her fingers reach down to lift the hem of his under-shirt, tugging it up, letting her nails ghost over his skin as she does. “Let me see you… please?”

Copia doesn’t hesitate, pulling the thin white shirt over his head and throwing it somewhere behind him. Her fingers combing through his chest hair almost as soon as it’s gone. Kissing along his collar bone and nipping at his shoulder. Reaching down to unbuckle his belt. Her name on his lips like the most obscene prayer.

“Ho bisogno di te, Isobella. Ho bisogno di te come dell'aria.” He breathes, a husky edge on his voice she’s never heard before. One that sends a shudder through her, stoking the white hot flame at her core.

One hand slides down, running over his cock, straining against his pants. Stroking him through the fabric, circling the dark spot of pre soaking through with her thumb. The noise it rips Copia is almost a sob. So long hoping and dreaming and wishing. The reality is overwhelming. And still there is a part of him still screaming for more. Want and need and love and desire all fighting for notice. Thankful when she doesn’t leave him waiting.

She unbuttons his trousers and frees him from the confines of the fabric. Her breath catches in her throat when she looks down at him. It’s one thing to have seen him in his white suit and another entirely to see him achingly hard and leaking. To be able to take him in hand and drink in every perfect, beautiful sound he makes. Running her thumb over his head, through the beads of moisture collecting there. Earning another needy moan.

But he’s still and silent, frozen in place, as he watches Izzy lift her hand and lick her thumb clean. Eyes fluttering and moaning. Sinking into his kiss. The taste of him on her lips. And the thought echoes in his mind again and again.

He knows her. He knows her almost as well as he knows himself. His friend… how many times has he said it before? His best friend. Years of learning and growing and being together. And this? For all the fear and panic and worry? This feels as right and as easy as anything has ever felt. Like this is where she’s always been. Where she was always meant to be. Keenly, embarrassingly aware that he should never have needed a sign in the first place.

Pulling away from her takes every ounce of self control he has. His entire body aching to be pressed against her, touching and tasting and marvelling. Focusing on it only being temporary. Copia kicks off his pants and socks, moving around to the end of the bed to help her do the same. His fingers catching her waistband and smiling hungrily when she lifts her hips to let him drag her pants down and off, leaving her naked before him.

His heart pounds in his chest and his cock twitches in anticipation, crawling up toward her, fighting the urge to wrap his arms around her thighs and bury his face in her slick until she’s gasping for breath. But she crooks a finger and he is compelled to obey. Settling between her legs, one hand cupping her breast, his mouth latching on to a perfect pink nipple. Licking and sucking and nipping while she struggles to keep still. Her fingers in his hair, tugging softly.

“Cope…” Izzy moans and the sound of his name said with unrestrained desire has him rutting against the bed. His hand slipping between her legs and running his fingers between her folds. Her grip tightens and she nearly whimpers. Taking a shuddering breath as he circles her clit slowly. “Copia… my love…”

His head snaps up to look at her. Moving up higher on the bed and looking down at her. His Isobel. His love. Copia kisses her deeply as her hands explore every part of him she can reach. her hips rolling against his. Grinding herself against his aching need, dripping and eager for more.

“Please, Isobel… Tell me you want me. Tell me to take you. Tell me yes.” Copia’s husky whisper next to her ear is desperate and rapidly coming undone. His mouth on her neck again. His tongue finds her pulse point and lavishes attention there. Sucking enough to leave a mark. His own mark on her skin where people will see and know. She is his as much as he is hers.

“Yes…” She breathes. “Please. I want to feel you… all of you. I want you.”

His hand runs down her side and her eyes lock onto his. Those mismatched eyes that she adores stare right back at her. The crease in between his brows deepening as Copia presses himself against her. Izzy’s knees hug his sides, nails teasing through his chest hair. Taking a sharp, shaky breath when he presses himself in. Slowly. So slowly. Her hands moving back up into his hair and his forehead pressed to hers. Copia’s voice echoing her own, moaning deeply as his hips bump up against hers. The stretch of him filling her sends sparks along every nerve.

It’s hard to think straight or at all with all of his attention focused on her, the sounds she makes, and the warmth of her around him. Clenching in waves just having him there, buried inside her. Holding himself still and savouring it all. If this was all he was made for, it would be enough to sustain him forever.

“Ti amo... ti amo così tanto. La mia regina.” His lips brush softly against hers.

Izzy’s teeth tease his bottom lip, nuzzling her nose against his. “Anch'io ti amo. Sempre e per sempre. Copia.”

She gently rocks her hips against his and his breath catches in his throat. Not needing any more encouragement to join her. He pulls his hips back and drives himself deep again. A slow, tentative first stroke and then another, and another. Faster and harder. Finding his pace, the both of them finding your rhythm.

Copia reaches back, gripping her thigh, pulling it up higher as he thrusts in again. His moans and grunts muffled by her shoulder as he bites and kisses and runs his tongue over her delicate skin. Every cry and moan from her urges him on.

“Yes, amore…. Yes… Let me hear you…” His breath is hot on her neck, his lips brushing just below her ear. “Please… please, Isobella… Say my name. Say it again.”

Izzy’s fingers tighten in his hair, the sudden tug answered by his hips snapping against hers, hard. And when she moans his name, shamelessly needy and pleading, he can feel himself starting to come undone. Losing what little self-control he has left, the last of his restraint crumbling to dust.

She cries out as he bucks into her, hooking her legs behind his hips and pulling him tighter. Thrusting back against him with equal need. Nothing else matters. There isn’t anything beyond him, the entire universe shrunk down to the two of them and the beautiful ache of him filling her again and again. No dream or fantasy ever came close. She wants to feel it in her hips and thighs for days.

“Oh god, Cope… yes.... Don’t… don’t stop…” Izzy’s nails bite into his back and she crushes her eyes closed, gasping for breath. The fire at her core burns white hot, threatening to consume her. “You’re perfect…. You’re perfect…”

His hips stutter, as close to the edge as she is. Thrusting in deep and hard until words abandon her entirely. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth opening in a soundless cry. Gripping him tightly as the inferno explodes. A moan breaking free from the very depths of her soul. Copia gasping at the feel of her cumming hard around him, dragging him over the edge with her. Burying himself to the hilt, his cock kicking and spilling inside her. His hands grab at Izzy in a way she’s sure will leave marks, and cries out her name.

It’s not just a dream.

Not a fantasy.

Joined as one. Breathless and deliriously happy. Both gasping softly with each tensing aftershock tightening around him, overstimulated and unwilling to give her up all at once. Following the gentle tug of her hands, Copia settles down on top of her. Izzy’s fingers combing through his hair as her breathing begins to level out. He hisses as he pulls himself free and she echoes the sound, whimpering softly, clenching around nothing.

He covers her chest with slow, gentle kisses, and she chuckles softly. Things feel both as familiar as always and completely new. But the urge to tease him lightly, to see his cheeks go pink, hasn’t changed at all. “May I ask you something?” She keeps her voice soft, scratching softly over his scalp.

“Anything, amore mio.” Copia slowly shifts on to his side next to her, tugging Izzy close again.

She runs a fingertip over his thin moustache, setting it back in place. “Yesterday morning, when you reminded me about Sister…” His cheeks are already flushed and she can feel his heart pounding. “Did you call out my name accidentally?”

He groans and buries his face in her shoulder. “I say ask me anything! Why this?”

“You did!” She can’t help laughing.

“You do this to me! You know the night before, you roll over and sleep on my chest? In the middle of my prayer!” Copia’s hands immediately find the ticklish spots at her sides, grinning and laughing when she shrieks, wiggling to get away.

“I was hoping you hadn’t noticed!” She offers a weak defence, deciding to retaliate by kissing him again. The tickling attack stops almost immediately, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tightly to his chest. “To be honest, I’m glad it wasn’t just me.”

“No, Isobel. Not just you. Never just you.” His fingers softly tuck her loose hairs behind her ear and send a cascade of goosebumps rushing down her arm.

“… Cope?”

“Hmm?” His lips brush her forehead.

Izzy lowers her voice like she might be overheard, keeping as close as possible. “Did… did you say it… last night? Or was it a dream?”

Copia freezes and she already knows the answer. He’s always a bit like a kid with his hand in a cookie jar when he gets caught. “… I didn’t think you hear me. When I turn around you are sleeping.”

“I wasn’t sure that I had. I thought I must have imagined it. The whole evening I was sitting there, trying to work up the courage to say it or to make a move or… something.” Just being close, sharing a pillow, staring back at him without worrying about how long she’s been staring or getting caught doing it, she’s hit with how much more comfortable it feels. The relationship they had finally becoming the relationship it was always supposed to be.

“You mean what you do with your fingers is not something?” He chuckles, tracing mindless shapes idly over her back. “I nearly snap the controller in half.”

“If you knew how long I’ve spent thinking about running my fingers through your hair.” She smiles gently, far past worrying about sounding silly or the blush she can feel rising. Especially not when his cheeks are just as pink.

“Maybe as long as I think about the same thing.” He whispers, kissing her softly. “I should have told you, at the beginning, and every day since then.”

Izzy hooks her leg over his hip and pulls herself closer to him, curling up against his chest the way she’s been dreaming of. Kissing his shoulder and teasing his chest hair. Enveloped in his warmth and his familiar smell. “Do you think we can agree to something, for… us… together?”

His arms hug her a little closer, resting his cheek on the top of her head, and he closes his eyes. More comfortable and at home than he’s ever felt anywhere. “Us… together… I like this. Tell me.”

“No beating ourselves up over how long it took and just being happy that we’ve got it figured out. There was no wasted time. I was with you and there was never anywhere else I would rather have been. I don’t want to spoil those memories by thinking about what I should have done.”

“... I love you.” She can hear the smile in his voice. “Si, I think I can agree to this.”

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Scusami. - Excuse me.

Se sapessi quante volte ho provato a dirlo. O quante volte ho sognato di sentirlo. Quante notti sono rimasto sveglio desiderando che tu fossi accanto a me. Quante preghiere disperate ho fatto… Perché non c'è nessun altro, nessuno che abbia mai avuto tutto il mio cuore come te. Nessuno accanto al quale preferirei svegliarmi. Nessuno con cui preferirei passare le mie giornate. Nessuno in tutto il mondo amo quanto amo te. Sei molto più del mio migliore amico. Stando con te… sono al sicuro, visto e… a casa. Ti amo, Copia. Con tutto il mio cuore. E non riesco a immaginare una versione della mia vita senza te.

If you knew how many times I tried to say it. Or how many times I dreamed of hearing it. How many nights have I stayed awake wishing you were next to me. How many desperate prayers I have made… Because there is no one else, no one who has ever had my whole heart like you. No one I'd rather wake up next to. No one I'd rather spend my days with. No one in the whole world do I love as much as I love you. You are more than my best friend. Being with you… I am safe, seen and… at home. I love you, Copy. With all my heart. And I can't imagine a version of my life without you.

Ho bisogno di te, Isobella. Ho bisogno di te come dell'aria. - I need you, Isobella. I need you like air.

Ti amo… ti amo così tanto. La mia regina - I love you… I love you so much. My queen.

Anch'io ti amo. Sempre e per sempre. Copia. - I love you too. Forever and For Always. Copia.

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