#ghost the band fanfic

[itsbeesknees]

Oh Brother of Mine

Cardinal Copia x GN!reader

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Summary: Copia’s seeing someone, and it’s really no one’s business— but his brothers believe otherwise.

Warnings: none, just wacky hijinks and some fluffy crack

Word count: 1.3K

A/N: just wanted to write something silly today,, this is written with the pretense that Copia is related to the Emeritus brothers!

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“He’s late.. again.”

Terzo swivels in his seat, facing his brother with a quizzical brow and a cherry red UNO card twirled between the pads of his gloved fingers.

When Secondo mentioned their youngest sibling's tardiness three weeks prior, the trio did not truly care, as it was none of their business what Copia chose to do in his leisure. But now it was his what? Sixth time being late to their annual family game night. Which was odd, since you could harangue Copia for his flaws left and right— but you could never say he was not punctual.

This behavior was irregular, Terzo supposes, and he had no clue to what it meant in the dictionary that was his brother's mannerisms. Or maybe he did have some sort of inkling, a suspicion of sorts, yet bit his tongue anyways. Because Terzo wasn’t quite ready to air out the idea that Copia might be having some sort of rendezvous or sex-escapade with a member of the congregation, and he needed a fragment of proof at the very least before flinging out the accusation.

Even if Terzo was right, it was none of his concern. Well, perhaps a little teasing would dribble out as it was an older sibling's duty, but regardless he wasn’t ruffled over the possibility of Copia’s secrecy. Terzo loved his brother, really he did, and respected his private life.

Though, if this plays out any longer Terzo’s curiosity would win out and he would get nosy. Confidentiality be damned.

Secondo was already ten paces ahead of him, pinching the arched bridge of his nose as the soles of his leather brogues tapped irritatedly against the floors. Moments away from hunting his younger brother down with a skewer.

Secondo could be patient, as long as there was a glass of bourbon or pack of marlboros on standby. Which was unfortunate for him, as his cup was currently empty and he had forgotten his lighter.

Primo, as it would seem, is precedently unbothered by the whole ordeal. A glossy book rests wedged between his hands, the corners of the cover warbled and frayed, possibly from water damage. Occasionally, he would spare a fleeting glance at the door, before half-heartedly turning another page.

“Don’t be so impaziente, fratello.” Terzo replies coolly, turning back to the poor excuse of a card-tower he had begun meticulously stacking together. “He probably got wrangled into some last minute paperwork. You know, being busy and shit.”

The third Emeritus’s words sounded too much like a bald face lie, even to him. Because, when Copia finally opened that creaky door— looking rather flushed and disheveled— there were no paper cuts, or ink stains, or anything that would indicate a Cardinal who had been engrossed in filing.

There were, however, four fresh hickies on his neck.

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Copia’s love affairs were no one’s business but his own. And it was certainly none of his brother's business. But whoever he’s been seeing isn’t just a fling, a one night stand, a momentary heartthrob. No, it was apparent in his goo-goo eyed gaze they were much more.

The hickies were the first indicator, purplish-red marks seen puckered on his throat in early March, with the spring equinox following only a few days after. Next came May and the coincidental routine of Terzo walking in on Copia fidgeting with bushy bouquets while awkwardly practicing ‘hello’s’ in the vanity mirror. Then, in mid-July, there were the content sighs that would always bubble past the Cardinal’s lips when he’d stare off into the distance for too long, and a constant fragrance of someone else’s perfume or cologne that always lingered on his cassock. Now it is August, so Copia is ‘quite serious’ with this mystery person, whoever they are.

“Satanas aiutami ora, I cannot believe I am doing this.” Secondo groans brusquely. He was way too old to be crouching behind a marbled pillar with Terzo, who tuts at his bemoaning and slides on a pair of sunnies.

“You act all high and mighty when you’re just as much of a snoop as me.” Terzo sneers. “Now stai zitto, I am trying to focus.”

Focus on what exactly? Terzo had no clue. All he knew was that Copia occasionally liked taking walks around the ministry during the early evenings, and there was a betting chance his secret lover may be accompanying him. So hopefully, when the Cardinal comes waltzing down the corridor, his brothers may just catch a glimpse of whoever held his rapidly beating heart.

Primo was strictly against this idea, pointedly absent in their antics. He’d rather spend his evening in his greenhouse, as he put it, before hastily telling them that they were both idiots.

“So, we’re just supposed to wait here like a flock of sitting ducks?” Secondo retorts, glaring holes at the ridiculous shades Terzo had donned.

“No. Sitting geese, actually.” The third Emeritus’s lips curl up into a smirk. Yes, Terzo thought he was quite funny.

Secondo’s gaze hardens into one of caution, warning his brother to stop while he’s ahead.

The sound of shoes tapping against the floors snapped the duo back into the present situation, anchoring their attention back to the matter at hand. Judging by the steady footfall the figures passing by were a pair, and the fiddly Italian lilt that was Copia’s voice confirmed who precisely the pair was.

Terzo motions Secondo to be deathly silent, before poking his head out from behind the column to sneak a slivering peek. Surely enough, there stood Copia, stopping and standing right at a crossway, jovially chatting away with someone.

Unfortunately, another pillar rested just shy of a few meters down, obscuring Terzo’s view of whoever Copia was endearingly talking to. He managed to glimpse at the tips of their shoes and hem of their unholy vestments, until they took a step back and completely vanished from his peripheral.

Terzo squints as Copia leans in and... kisses them? Hugs them? He can’t quite tell, and he’s this close to cussing at a beam of stone.

“Well?” Secondo whispers, impatient and wincing at his now aching knees.

“Aspettare.” Terzo mutters. “This stupido pilastro is blocking my view.”

It is then he deduces, brilliantly, to careen his head out further and try to bypass the pillar. And his plan was going rather swimmingly, until he knocked right into a candelabra and sent a crescendo of crashing and clanging steel right in his direction.

Terzo grimaces as hot wax flicks onto his thighs, the materials of his slacks doing little to shield him from the sweltering heat. Secondo curses, reaching out to grab his brother’s collar and yank him back into the solitude of their relatively lame hiding spot.

But it was already too late. Copia’s mystery partner had parted ways down a separate foyer, gone without a trace, and the Cardinal was stalking straight towards the two.

“Ah, Copia.” Terzo grins coyly up at him when he finally snuffs them out. “What brings you here, on such a fine evening as this?”

Copia stares back at him, blinking. “Were you spying on me, fratello?”

“Spying? No.” Terzo waves in dismissal, scrambling to stand upright besides Secondo. “A little information collecting? Sì.”

Secondo winds back his hand and whacks Terzo upside the head.

“Ok, well, ehm.. maybe don’t spy on me, hm?” Copia presses his mouth into a thin line, irked and slightly amused.

“Yes, of course.” Secondo says, clenching his jaw hard enough that they could hear his teeth grinding behind painted lips.

In the end, the Cardinal gives them one last estranged look, before pivoting down the hall. His partner still remaining a secret kept under lock and key.

Terzo has the good grace to act ashamed, until Copia leaves and he splinters into a much more comical smirk.

“That could’ve gone worse.” He tells his brother good-naturedly, who simply huffs fiercely, shoulders past him, and refuses to speak to Terzo for the rest of the week.

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#this one’s little shorter than my first fic #but I enjoyed writing it all the same #slowly but surely getting used to posting my writing #cardinal copia x reader #Copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #ghost fic #ghost the band fanfic #ghost the band #Cardinal Copia #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv #the band ghost #ghost #copia #papa copia #terzo #peepaw primo #papa secondo

[im-a-marion3tt3]

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Tw for pet death and an angry and greif filled Phantom. Apologies for spelling/grammar mistakes

The adjustment from the pit to the ministry was not easy for Phantom. It was the opposite as he was now placed somewhere he knew no one and all the rules differed. There was no need to fight for survival as everyone there wanted what was best for him. It was its own breed of stress as he no longer knew what was appropriate. That is where Aether stepped in.

Aether had been around for years, fully adjusted and quite content with his position in life. He saw himself in Phantom though and decided he would step in and try to befriend this unruly little demon. It was easier than he anticipated too. Maybe it was the bond of quintessence or maybe it was because they saw someone they cared about in the other, whatever it was it was left unsaid.

As time went on though, the ghouls kept seeing Phantom shadowing Aether, either hiding behind him or walking side by side. Everyone was quite content with this too, glad to finally see Phantom a little less on edge and he was learning how to use his abilities. Quintessence was notoriously hard to master, especially when one couldn't fully focus on it. Any progress was exciting to them though, and that is what really mattered.

The day they saw the biggest improvement in him was around month 4 of his being a part of the ministry. Aether and he had been taking a walk around outside, enjoying the chilled autumn air.

"When I first was summoned, I was so surprised by the seasons. I think they are lovely," Aether spoke softly as they walked, not expecting any form of reply. He had grown used to Phantom's form of company, involving the other person doing 99% of the talking and him seldomly letting out a hum of acknowledge, though that was few and far between.

"Cat," Phantom said with excitement, startling Aether. A word from Phantom was nearly unheard of.

"What do you mean, Phant?" The elder asked softly looking around. This caused Phantom to run off, starting Aether. He quickly followed after, very confused by this. Much to his surprise, he found Phantom around a bend, his knees in a puddle as he stuck his hand up a gutter.

"Oh-," The sound left his mouth faster than he could stop it. Aether cursed himself over it, not wanting to stifle the other actually seeming enthused about something. The younger ghoul was elbow-deep at this point before he slowly pulled his arm out, revealing a black kitten that was drenched. Aether could already see it, feel it, that this kitten had no shot in the dark. It was malnourished and the aura that hung around it just reeked of death and sickness. Phantom didn't seem to notice in the flightless.

"I.... help," Those were the 2 words Aether could pick up, there was a soft mumble of something between them but it was swept away by a breeze, one that caused the smaller ghoul to hug the kitten all that much more tighter.

Aether was sweating. He didn't know if he should agree to it or be upfront about the inedible. Sighing, he simply nodded, a fake smile plastering on his face. They would just have to cross that bridge when they got there, and maybe it would help Phantom open up just a little.

"Let's go dry them off," Aether said, placing a hand between Phantom's shoulder blade and leading him inside.

A few hours passed and Phantom was curled up in the infirmary, cat cradled between his arms as he sat on a window sill. Aether was working on the paperwork, sparing nervous glances at the two every so often. He could hear the smaller whispering little things to the cat in ghoulish making the older realize just how attached the two had gotten to each other.

Aether had left his care predominantly to Phantom, only stepping in when the other could seem to manage a small wound by himself. Other than that, it amazed him how much the younger had picked up, especially regarding quintessence which currently hung in the air around the kit.

Time went on without a problem, Aether escorting Phantom back to his room as the wee hours of the morning approached them. He ruffled both the ghoul's and the cat's head before biding them good night. And everything was well, all the parties went to sleep.

Until Aether was awakened by frantic pounding at his door causing him to jump out of bed and fling the door open, looking tired and panicked. He was met by a sobbing Phantom holding the unfortunate cat they had found earlier.

"Help me, pl-please Aether. I- I- didn't do... do anything wrong," Phantom stuttered out, hugging the cat to his chest which prevented Aether from getting any idea as to what was going on.

"You have to let me see him if I am going to help, Ant," to which the cat was trusted into his hands.... fuck.

"Why don't you come in, alright?" Aether spoke far gentler than he usually did. Unknowingly, Phantom rented, following at Aether's heels. He brought the ghoul over to his bed and had him sit down, gently setting the cat back into the younger ghoul's arms as he knelt down. This confused Phantom greatly.

"Yo- You have to he- help!" He hiccupt, actually yelling at Aether in his panic. Other ghouls could be heard, stirring at this commotion. Phantom never yelled and barely had a talking voice most times.

"There is nothing I could help with, little one. I am so sorry, so so so sorry," Aether said quietly, kneeling in front of Phantom and holding onto his knees gently rubbing them. This answer caused the younger ghoul to start hyperventilating as if he had forgotten how to breathe, tears burning down his face.

"Hey, hey, breathe little guy. You are only going to hurt yourself, focus on breathing, okay? I know.... I know this is a lot but you just need to breathe for now," Aether tried to calm him down but his words seemed to bounce off as Phantom began to sob loudly, clutching the cat who had grown stiff at this point to his chest, trying to force his magic into the lifeless animal.

This commotion gained the attention of other ghouls in the house, 3 sets of eyes peering into the room through a crack in the door. Dew, Rain, and Swiss pushed the door open ever so slightly and peered in. They had barely heard Phantom speak in the 4 months he had been there so this was far from expected. Aether could feel their eyes but Phantom didn't seem to notice so they could stay there for just a little longer.

Seeing that Phantom only kept getting more hysteric, Aether began working his own quintessence into the smaller ghoul, slowly causing him to become lethargic before altogether falling asleep. The older ghoul caught him before he could topple over.

"If you are done gaulking, help would be appreciated," Aether huffed as he picked up Phantom, the 3 quickly pushing into the room as he spoke. Swiss took the sleeping kit with ease, looking down at him.

"Where did he even find such a sad kitten?" Dew asked Aether softly, pulling the larger into a tight, warm hug.

"The garden, I didn't have teh heart to tell him. I have never actually seen him so happy... I am afraid I ruined it too," Aether murmured as they began walking to the infirmary. It was the best place to keep the passed cat, preventing its body from decomposing.

The five spent the room there, the trio piled into one bed, Phantom asleep on a cot holding on to the lifeless cat as well as Aether's hand. Phantom was the first to wake up as the sun peaked in through the windows.

The tears started once more as he sat up, pulling the cat back into his lap as he let out soft mewls of distress. He sat alone like that for the next hour. It was Dew who woke up next, a louder wail having startled him. Quickly, he made his way into the bed with Phantom, a warm hand placed against the younger's shoulder. Nothing was said, though, as Dew was really speechless. Phantom just looked broken. Slowly, Dew pulled the younger ghoul into a gentle, purring, and softly humming lullaby he had picked up on earth.

The comfort just made Phantom cry harder, pulling the cat closer, his tears dampening the fur. Death happened all the time in the pit, Phantom had seen and escaped his own fair share of it. But this cat? It didn't deserve to die, not so soon after it was finally given love.

The louder cries caused the rest of the group to stir, looking up at Dew and Phantom. Aether looked exhausted, having used a good deal of his quintessence during the night and not getting a deep enough sleep. He sat up slowly and gave Phantom a sad smile. "Hey, Ant," He murmured, reaching over and gently rubbing his knee.

"I don't want him to be gone! Bring him back.... please.... Aether" Phantom cried out, surprising the rest of the room.

"Phantom, I'm," He paused, sighing, trying to find the best way to put it, " I'm afraid that's just how this works. I'm so sorry."

This caused the young ghoul to break into hysterics once more, having never experienced a loss so painful. He had wanted to love this cat so much, it reminded him of himself after all. Alone and scared before being rescued by people who loved him more than he could ever understand. It just wasn't fair, this cat was innocent, and it didn't deserve to die.

Dew pulled Phantom to his chest, gently shushing him. He doubted that Aether had it in him to help so he would take the lead on it. He reached around and gently whipped away a tear. He was unsure of what to say, though, not being the one close to Phantom.

The next hour was spent with Dew and Aether doing their best to try and console Phantom. Rain went and got the youngest a glass of water and some pain medication, imagine the headache a night of crying would have given him. Mountain was also told about the situation and dug a hole on the top of a hill, a garden surrounding it. He had done his best to find the lovest spot for the cat; and for Phantom's peace of mind.

It took Phantom quite a while before he finally agreed to let go, though no one was upset. They could only guess the pain of the youngest.

As the sun bore down on them, Dew, Phantom, and Aether made their way to the garden. Butterflies rested on flowers nearby and the cat was ever so delicately laid to rest, wrapped in a silk cloth. Flowers of blue and yellow were rested on top before a hand softly rested on Phantom's shoulder.

"Death is a natural, albite unfortunate thing, little one. You did everything right and you let that cat rest at ease and feel love for the last of his life."

And though it hurts, Phantom knew it was true.

In loving memory of Mason <3

Mason was my Uncle's cat. Unfortunately, my uncle passed away 2 years ago and so the cat then became my grandmother's. She also unfortunately passed away this year. We made the decision to put him down a week ago which was really fricken hard. He was such a lovely cat, acting more like a dog than anything. And he'd always purr, regardless of if he was being pet or not. We're also pretty sure he was as old as I am. May he rest well.

Sorry for spelling/grammar mistakes, ik there's a few.

#ghost the band #phantom ghoul #the band ghost #ghost #the band ghost fanfic #ghost angst #dewdrop ghoul #aether ghoul #ghost the band fanfic #tw pet loss #tw pet death

[her-satanic-wiles]

Masterlist

In the eerie moonlit forest, you are ensnared in a nightmarish game of hide and seek with the malevolent entity Dewdrop, whose demonic force has targeted you. The chilling objective is to survive until sunrise, seeking refuge in the Ministry’s cabin deep within the sinister woods. With the dawn as your only salvation, you must navigate the haunted forest, outwit the relentless demon, and reach safety before Dewdrop claims you as his prize. The race against time intensifies, making the night unforgiving as you strive to survive until sunrise in this twisted pursuit. Yet months after your first encounter with Dewdrop's demonic form, you convinced your lover to let a second hunt begin. But, in the shadow of night, who is truly hunting whom?

As this is dark fiction, I'm choosing to rate it 21+. Please respect my rating. Please heed the trigger warnings in each part! Thank you.

Part I ⛧ Part II

🔞 MDNI 🔞

WARNING

This is a work of fiction based in the extreme horror category and should be treated as such. I do not condone the actions the characters make, nor am I actively encouraging others to participate in such actions in everyday life. It also does not reflect the personalities of the performers who play these characters.

The purpose of this fic is to shock, scare, entertain, and make readers entirely uncomfortable. If you are not in a headspace where you can safely read and enjoy this story, or even if the trigger warnings make you uncomfortable, I highly recommend and encourage you not to read this. Your mental health is more important than a work of fiction.

If you are struggling to come to terms with past trauma, please talk to someone and seek professional help.

You deserve to feel safe, loved and cared for. Thank you.

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No bound copies, translations, or other derivative works of this fic may be created or distributed without express permission from the author, for monetary gain or public use.

#the band ghost #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost bc #ghost bc fanfic #ghost bc fanfiction #ghost #ghost fan fic #ghost fanfiction #ghost band #ghost the band fanfic #ghost the band fanfiction #ghost fanfic #ghost fan fiction #nameless ghoul #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul x reader #nameless ghoul x reader smut #nameless ghoul smut #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #dewdrop ghoul smut #dewdrop smut #dewdrop ghost smut #dewdrop x reader #dewdrop x reader smut #ghost the band #sodo ghoul #sodo smut

[bliplitz]

My hc for what secondo's sermons are like 🌾

Secondos sermons are always uncomfortable, but ultimately the most interesting. He's spent his life the middle child, he himself the ignored one. So he brings attention to what the clergy ignores, what they don't want to talk about for fear of taboo (he'd snort, realizing the irony) .

His sermons are more like gritty ramblings and diatribes that were clearly off the cuff, whatever's on his mind...whatever comes to mind...He's too old to care what people think anymore, he doesn't want to keep his sermons cosmetic.

At the end of the day, he wants it to stick with you, stick with you till bed, and the morning after. He wants you to remember the way he said the words you'd rather not hear and the things he shouldn't have said.

#kinda structured it like how i imagine hed do it #if that helps #satanism done silly #ghost the band #ghost bc #tobias forge #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus iv #drabble #ghost the band fanfic #ghost hcs #ghost the band headcanons #papa secondo #papa emeritus #papa emeritus headcanons

[copiaslilrat]

Riding in the Shadows Behind You: Chapter 1

Sibling Eros has a chance encounter with a certain Cardinal with a secret after working late one night. Both of them are introverted and quite frankly extremely awkward, but they find that they simply just cannot get enough of each other. Could this be a match made in Hell?

Read here or on AO3 :) Feel free to message me a scene request if you have one ♡

Content: Copia/Dracopia x Original NB Character, fluff and smut (18+), vampires, watch two awkward idiots slowly fall in love and fuck about it, literally nothing bad happens /gen, no plot all vibes

Sibling Eros has had enough for one night.

They groan and rub their eyes before gently closing the cover to the ancient tome in front of them. It was dreadfully boring content, which is likely why Papa Terzo had assigned them to do the work for him. Eros enjoys reading, but one can only take so many paragraphs about the various properties of herbs used in rituals before they start to fuel their grip on reality slip away.

They stand and straighten out their cassock, which had be rumpled from hours of sitting. Cassocks are traditionally not designed for bodies like theirs, but upon request to have one instead of needing to don a habit, Terzo had been more than willing to have a set custom-tailored for them. He really is a good Papa, Eros thinks in an attempt to justify having spent their Saturday night in a stuffy library, reading about plants.

They snuff out the candle flame on the reading table they had been using and make their way out of the library. A gentle thunderstorm rumbles outside, the pattering of rain on the stained glass windows providing background noise to an otherwise silent abbey. It had to have been well past midnight at this point—very few others would be awake.

Which is why Eros is startled to see a figure striding up to them in the main corridor. They squint their eyes in the darkness, straining to see who it might be. Whoever they are, he can tell by their clothing that they aren’t a Sibling.

“Hello?” They venture. The Satanic Ministry’s abbey is one of the safest places they can be, on account of the magical wards that get put up every night. They have no reason to be fearful or expect danger, and yet…

As the figure gets closer, they notice one white eye standing out against the darkness. This narrows it down to four people in the entire abbey.

“Sibling Eros,” a low voice with a thick Italian accent greets.

Eros recognizes Cardinal Copia immediately. The Cardinal tends to keep to himself, but no one has ever said a bad word against the man. Eros has always been rather fond of him, but mostly from a distance. Aside from a few of their Siblings, they tend to be just as reclusive as he is.

“Cardinal! What are you doing up this late?” Eros asks. As he continues to approach, they notice that something is…off. He gait is unbalanced and stumbling, as if he were drunk. “Do you need some help?”

“Sí, but, eh…” Copia stammers. “Promise me you will not freak out when I ask you.”

Their curiosity is fully piqued at this point. “I will do my best not to.”

They eye the older man as he comes to a stop before them. He’s dressed sharply in fitted black trousers and a black button-down, the sleeves rolled up to the middles of his forearms. His Cardinal paint of eyes swathed in black with a matching painted upper lip seems unblemished despite the faint sheen of sweat clinging to his face. His chestnut hair, streaked with patches of silver, is normally slicked back from his face, but is presently in disarray. Eros has always found him strikingly handsome, and his wholesome awkwardness only adds to the appeal, in their opinion.

“I am…thirsty,” Copia says. His speech is slurred slightly and he seems as if he’s going to topple over at any moment.

Eros laughs softly at this. “I think you have had more than enough to drink tonight, Cardinal. May I escort you to your chambers?”

Copia looks as if he’s about to reject the offer, but decides against it. “Maybe that is for the best, sorello.”

They offer him a warm smile and let him sling his arm around their shoulder for support. “Please, just call me Eros.”

Copia nods his acknowledgment. They are about the same height, and he can mostly walk on his own, so they make it to Copia’s chambers without much incident or struggle.

“What is it that you wanted to ask of me, Cardinal?”

He smiles, but avoids eye contact. “Would you like to come inside for a moment?”

Eros’ eyebrows raise. It would not do well to get ahead of themself, but they certainly weren’t expecting Copia to be so forward. They didn’t even know he was interested in them in any capacity, but Eros feels personally obligated to see this odd side-quest to its end, and so they shrug and agree to his request.

Copia unlocks the door to his chambers and holds the door open for Eros, motioning for them to enter. They step inside, unsurprised that his living space is cozily decorated. Understanding this from their own habits, people who spend so much time by themselves tend to like having a comfortable safe space to retreat to at the end of the day.

The walls are painted the same dark forest green as every other bedroom, but the furnishings are all matching dark brown wood, and white candles cover almost every available surface. He has numerous bookshelves packed full of what appear to be mostly history texts, but Eros recognizes some works of fiction in there as well. Copia turns on a small lamp beside the black leather couch in the living room and turns to face them.

“Well,” he says. “I suppose I should just come out and say it.”

Eris swallows nervously and fidgets with the fringe on their cincture, which has already started to unravel from past and frequent bouts of fidgeting. A flash of lightning illuminates the visage of a stained-glass Baphoment in the nearby window, followed by a long roll of thunder.

Copia steps close enough to Eros that their bodies are almost touching. Their breath hitches in their chest at the proximity.

“Cardinal, I didn’t realize…”

Copia notes their flushed cheeks and verous demeanor. “Oh! Sathanas, no, it is not like that. Not to say that I am not, eh…never mind.” He finishes quickly.

Eros feels a regrettable pang of disappointment, but is moreso just further confused by his strange behavior. “Then what is it?”

This close together, they can see the concern etched into his face. Copia smiles at him, this time flashing his teeth. Eros’ confusion only grows; sure, they’re nice teeth, but—

Their eyes widen in surprise. “Unholy fuck, are those fangs?”

Copia’s expression is unreadable. “Sí.”

“So, you’re a vampire?” Eros feels that they are taking this revelation remarkably well. Weirder things have come to light since they were initiated into the abbey’s congregation.

He blinks at their nonchalance before nodding once.

“And…you’re thirsty.”

“For blood, sí. As it happens.”

Eros has approximately a million questions about this, but asking any of them right now feels like an impossible feat. “How many people know about this?”

“Only my fratelli. And you, now, too, I suppose.”

“Why trust me?” Eros fears that they already know the answer to this question.

“Because I am in desperate need of assistance with this, and you were the only one who happened to be around. I was pacing the abbey’s halls to try and distract myself from the thirst, but then you…you…” Copia’s eyes unfocus, his pupils dilating to a discomforting size as his gaze falls to Eros’ neck.

This was absolutely not how they were expecting tonight—or any night, for that matter—to play out.

But Eros is very tired and fond of the strange little man who is also apparently a vampire, and they really just want this chapter pf their night to be concluded. “Okay, sure. You can have some of my blood, I guess.”

Copia looks absolutely delighted at this. “Really? Oh, grazie, Eros, truly.” He takes a step closer to them, and they resist the urge to take a step back. “I did not want to have to go out in this storm and find someone who would very likely be an unwilling participant in this whole affair. It is really the worst part of being what I am.” Copia pauses, noticing their apparent discomfort. “I am sorry. I tend to ramble when I am nervous. Are you sure you are okay with this?”

Eros’ face scrunches slightly. “Does it hurt?”

Copia offers a reassuring smile. “Just a pinch at the beginning, and then I promise that I will be very gentle with you. It will only take me a few moments and then you can be on your way.” He casts a nervous glance towards the door. “You can also just leave now, if you wish. I will not force you into doing this; all I ask is that you keep this a secret between us.”

“It’s alright, Cardinal. I want to help,” Eros says. They unbutton their cassock slightly to allow him easier access to their neck. “I’m also morbidly curious. Just don’t kill me, okay?”

They had meant that as a joke, but Copia’s expression indicates that he took that very seriously. “Of course. I would never harm you, or anyone, for that matter.”

Eros nods, touched by his sincerity. Copia places a hand on their upper back and guides them over to the couch. He sits down first, and then playfully pats his lap. Sensing Eros’s hesitation, Copia explains. “For your first time, I highly suggest sitting down, and it is much easier and much less awkward for me to reach your neck if you straddle me. I promise that I will not treat you with indecency.”

Eros gets the feeling that Copia has had this conversation many times before. They have no reason to be distrustful of him, and the whole situation is just fucking weird anyway, so once again, they shrug and comply. Spreading one’s legs is difficult in a cassock, so they disrobe entirely, leaving them in just their trousers and a black tank top.

Eros finds it impossible to make eye contact with Copia they sidle onto his lap. They don’t know what to do with their hands in this situation, so they settle for placing them on his shoulders. They clear their throat nervously and spare a glance at Copia, who’s practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect of drinking someone’s blood. His pupils are so dilated that they almost encompass his entire irises.

“Because I feel that I should ask one more time, are you sure that you are okay with this? I promise that I will not be upset at you if you choose to leave.”

Eros forces themself to look into his eyes, both for his reassurance and for their own. They have the subtle urge to reach over and brush their hand against his cheek, but they repress it for the sake of preventing things from being even more awkward. “It’s okay. I promise.”

Being this close to him, Eros notices that Copia smells of amber and vanilla, but there’s also a faint hint of incense that seems to be embedded in his hair and clothes from time constantly spent in the chapel for one reason or another. They had heard rumors that he has “666” tattooed on his chest, just underneath his collarbone, and it would be so easy to undo a couple of his shirt’s buttons and check…

Before their train of thought continues to go somewhere that it really should not right now, they smile at him. “Ready when you are.”

“Bene. I will do my best to make this as painless as possible for you.”

Copia leans his head forward slightly and dips his mouth below Eros’s jaw, right by the pulse point on their neck. They tense, expecting some sort of grand pain despite Copia’s reassurances, but he delivers on his promise of being gentle and Eros doesn’t feel anything more than a quick jab as his fangs pierce their neck.

They feel Copia’s tongue experimentally flick against the wounds in their neck and shiver at the sensation, but manage to maintain their composure. At least until Copia groans softly against their neck as he tastes their blood. That sets off something fiery in their core, and it really all seemed to be down- or uphill from there depending on how Eros viewed the situation. If they weren’t already sold on the fantasy of being fed on by a vampire, they certainly were now.

Eros presses their body closer to Copia’s as he drinks, both allowing and consenting him to push his fangs in deeper. This actively hurts, but whatever vampire fuckery happens when they feed on someone already firmly has them in its clutches, and their head rolls back slightly in ecstasy, further baring their neck to him.

Copia lets out a low growl and his grip on their thighs tightens. Eros gasps softly as they feel his arousal press up against their own, momentarily stunned by the sheer, apparent size and length of him, and as he continues to feed, Eros finds themself slightly grinding against him. This only seems to further spur Copia’s blood lust, but as promised, he stops after just a few moments. His breath comes out in short pants as he gazes into Eros’ eyes.

“You taste incredible,” he murmurs as he reaches up and brushes back a lock of hair from their face. He gazes at them with reverence, as if witnessing a god in the flesh, and Eros can’t help but whimper softly at his praise.

Their own breathing is ragged, the space between their thighs already damp from just those few moments. “Cardinal, I think I would very much like for you to continue doing that.”

His eyes widen at the request. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes. It felt incredible.” They look down at where their sexes are touching through their clothes, one soaked and one rock hard. Their hands snake around his neck, their mind foggy with lust and exhaustion. “Cardinal, please…”

“Oh, caro,” his voice is a breathy sigh as he presses his mouth to the pre-existing puncture marks. “As sweet as it sounds coming from you, there is no need for you to beg. It would be my pleasure.”

And then his fangs are buried in their neck again, and the acknowledgement of pleasure from both parties only makes it feel better the second time. Copia drinks for several moments before guiding Eros to lay down on the couch. He lays on top of them, allowing for more friction between them as they eagerly grind against each other through their clothes. Eros’ hands claw into his shirt, wanting more of him, wanting him closer, while Copia’s hands thread through their hair, tugging slightly on the strands as he supports the back of their head.

This continues for a much longer length of time until Eros notices that they suddenly feel very tired, and perhaps just a touch dizzy. Copia had been restraining himself with how much he was actually drinking, but the human body only has so much blood to spare before it needs to rest so that it create more.

Eros’ vision starts to go fuzzy around the edges, and by the time Copia realizes that he might have taken a little too much, they’ve already slipped into blissed-out unconsciousness.

#copia x oc #dracopia x oc #ghost band fic #ghost band #the ghost band #the band ghost fic #cardinal copia x oc #ghost the band #ghost the band fanfic #ghost band fanfic #ghost fandom #cardinal copia #sibling of sin #dracopia #copia #i am not normal about this man

[spoiledleaff]

mushy ✿ may.

day two ; [ crush//‘i made this for you’ ✿ mountain+omega. ] ✿ spoiledleaff's mushy may

Ghost (Band) | Mountain Ghoul + Omega Ghoul | 1.7K Words | spoiledleaff on AO3

Mature | FTM Mountain | Frottage | Double Ghocks | Sweet, Wholesome Sex | Mountain, Babygorl, Please Don’t Eat Poisonous Flowers | Things Grow Feom Mountain’s Head | Omega’s Retirement | Fuck Canon | Written for @forlorn-crows Mushy May Prompts! ✿

Omega’s train of thought is gently derailed when Mountain’s vessel is suddenly drifting closer to where Omega’s still fidgeting with his guitar. There’s the way Earth’s robes are shifting over the younger ghoul’s frame that makes Omega wonder what the heaven does he have underneath all the fabric?

“You’re… retiring?” Mountain asks, and Omega will never understand how such a massive ghoul can still somehow seem so small. “Leaving?”

“Yeah.” Omega says, taking the time to set his instrument to the side. Its polished sides shine brightly in the moonlight, and somehow Mountain’s cheekbones catch that light perfectly. His legs are parting even more to allow Mountain enough room to cautiously slip between them, the palms of his hands resting on Omega’s knees.

( read the rest of Day Two over on AO3! )

( this work is unbeta’d. any mistakes are my own, and i hope that they did not take away from your reading experience. thank you for reading ♡ )

#spoiled flowers #mushy may #mountain ghoul #omega ghoul #ghost bc #ghost band #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #ghost fanfic #ghost the band fanfic #nameless ghoul #ftm mountain ghoul #stuff grows out of mountains head #omega ghost #spoiled writing

[christie-r0ad]

Masterlist

Hi I'm Nyx I write for @emeritus-fuckers any one shots I do on there I'll also post to my Archive of Our Own Account.

Young Papa Nihil Falling For You

#nyx writes #archive of our own #writing #ghost fanfiction #fanfic #ghost the band fanfic

[bloodstainedtoothpaste]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ghost (Sweden Band) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Dewdrop Ghoul | Fire Ghoul/Reader Characters: Dewdrop Ghoul | Fire Ghoul, Multi Ghoul | Swiss Army Ghoul, Aether | Quintessence Ghoul Additional Tags: Mating Cycles/In Heat, Comfort, Female Reader, Fluff, sodo/dew being a whiny bitch but its ok because we stan, no beta we die like men Series: Part 2 of Ghouls and More Summary:

Comforting Dew/Sodo.

#a random one shot #this is from my 'spam' account #sodo fanfic #dewdrop fanfic #nameless ghoul fanfic #im not a fan of my writing on this acc but what can ya do #gotta start somewhere #ghost bc #ghost fanfic #ghost the band #ghost the band fanfic #FLUFF

[satanicbarrymanilow]

I read a great x reader fic when I first joined the fandom, where III was disguising himself as a Ghoul [Special Ghoul] to talk to the reader and... I want to use that in the Warriors of Light AU. But no one knows what he's doing except Copia. So he just shows up randomly and the Ghouls are like "Oh, him? That's Special Ghoul. He's... Special."

"Very busy, too, because he's never around when we need him." - Dewdrop

"You're just jealous because he distracts Copia from you."

"Fuck off!"

#warriors of light au #Hi I'm back posting about this dumb au again #the band ghost au #the band ghost fic #ghost the band fanfic #special ghoul #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #papa 3 #papa emeritus lll #cardinal copia #ghost the band au

[wannabewritercalledmana]

Old feeling and new Ghouls?

first post guys and happy pride month!

I don’t see any new Ghost band fanfics(?) anymore so I kinda wanted to write one even though

I don’t have any experience in writing a story so bare with me

in the Clery

Something was off about one of the ghouls.

something..

Did Sister Imperator do something to one of the ghouls..?

Then..

what’s this feeling?

a new ghoul? Well.

There is a new ghoul actually

but..

Where was Aether?

in the Ghoul den

Rain almost didn’t like this feeling. Well the ghoulettes were excited to meet the new ghoul, not knowing that Aether won’t be performing with them anymore.

one of the sisters of sin lead the new ghoul to meet his now other members

The new ghoul went by Phantom.

cool right?

As the ghouls were greeting their new member, Rain was in the back and only gave a little wave and. Papa IV *cough* Copia walked in the room to see his ghouls.

where was Aether?

he’s somewhere in the Clergy doing tasks.

Back to Copia and other ghouls

After greeting the new ghoul, Copia announces that there was gonna be a new ghoulette too.

amazing right? well yes

The ghoulettes were excited now that there was gonna be another ghoulette joining them!

Copia then turns to Sunshine

“Sunshine, do you remember what you told me?”

this makes the other ghouls and ghoulettes to look at the multi ghoulette as she nods and says.

“Yes papa I remember”

she then turns to her fellow ghouls and smiles then says

“I need to leave the Clergy for awhile, so this new ghoulette will be my replacement while I’m gone. So treat her nicely”

what would happen next?

THIS IS THE FIRST TIME IM WRITING ON HERE

I literally wrote on a piece of paper then changed some stuff on here 😥

might add new parts and a male!ghoul reader sometime in the future so BYEE

#ghost band #rain ghoul #first little story #idk what im doing #anyways just tags #ghost the band fanfic #ghost bc

[itsbeesknees]

Ode to the Grim Reaper

Terzo x GN!reader

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Summary: Terzo is dead. Atleast.. he should be.

Warnings: MDNI, Angst, death, hurt/comfort, grief and mourning, revived corpses, use of google translated Italian, mentions of gore and blood (beheadings),

Word count: 2.3K

A/N: This is my first time doing an x reader, so don’t mind me testing the waters here,, I apologize if it sounds a little rushed, I wanted to try and keep it short.

Even though there is technically no smut, all my works are 18+ regardless, I do not want any minors interacting with my fics‼️

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Terzo is dead.

Well, he should be dead.

Dead people can not, should not, feel things once they’re gone. Their bodies must remain cold, frigid, and lifeless— becoming nothing more than a shriveled and polar shell of what they once were.

Dead people should also not blink. Yet here lies the deceased, supposedly deceased, third Emeritus brother, nictitating his dried eyes. He blinks again. Because, as it would seem, he does not play the role of a deadman very well. He’s a corpse abiding by his own rules now, curling his toes and sucking in a harrowing breath.

Terzo can’t entirely see yet, all that’s currently lining his peripheral is nothing but a kaleidoscope of dancing black dots and faint popping static. He doesn’t understand where he is, doesn’t quite realize he needs to be a motionless cadaver and not a quivering boy. But his neck burns. It won’t stop burning. A deadman’s neck shouldn’t burn, however the pain is singing Terzo away at the edges anyways, convulsing his nerves like a white hot live wire.

Lethargic and rather sluggish, he flexes his gloved hands as he wakes and settles deep into his weeping bones, palms eagerly sliding off his sternum and stretching outwards, only to be curtly stopped by a gritty glass barrier. The more Terzo’s vision focuses, the quicker he comes face to face with ragged claw marks that scoured each side of the coffin he had been tucked into, much like a porcelain doll propped in a curated case. The top pane of glass was missing, removed for replacement. It’s almost sickening how easily Terzo is able to pull himself up into a proper sitting position because of this, since he hadn’t been as fortunate when he first got shoveled into the casket.

Right. How long ago was that again? How much time had passed since he was lounging around that dingy table, squabbling with his brothers?

His neck continues to burn.

It wasn’t just his neck. The scalding infernal heat ran rivulets around the insides of his throat and melted his vocal chords as well, as if someone had butchered the muscle and sewed it back together with fishing line.

The horrid thought of such a thing has Terzo shooting his fingers up to brush along the cusp of his jaw, before briefly sinking them down to the culprit of his torment with a featherlight caress. The leathers of his glove won’t let him catch onto the cracking textures of his dried, flaked blood that had dribbled out and stained the collar of his chasable, but it snags the ridges of a fresh scar coiling in his skin.

It is then Terzo realizes, mortified, that his head had been severed and reattached.

His hands tremble as he peels back his gloves, wanting desperately to feel the festering wound for himself, without anything else in the way. To make sure that it was in fact real, and he hadn’t just conjured it up in a spat of paranoia in attempts to make sense of this wretched situation. Though, if Terzo was being completely honest with himself, none of this felt real. As far as he could be concerned, it was all some twisted dream. A dark carousel of sweltering nightmares and glass coffins and rancid stenches of death.

The calcine pinching in his throat reminds him not to get too ahead of himself.

Regardless of his fright, stripping away his gloves only seemed to distract him further, all due to the glinting band on his ring finger— A ring. A wedding ring. Which means a spouse. His spouse. His lover and muse. You.

The initial shock of ‘rising from the grave’ recedes like the tide of an unforgiving sea, with bittersweet tendrils of memory beginning to seep and ebb back into the fragments of Terzo’s shattered mind. Of course he remembers you. How could he ever forget?

The thought of you flanked any other pressing matter into the shadows of his closet, because he wasn’t quite ready to come to terms with everything else yet. It was all too much. If he actually accepted it all— the mockery, the failed expectations, the injected needle, the gaping laceration of a decapitation— he may actually just wither away. So, here Terzo’s quandary will rot in the metaphorical wardrobe with all his other skeletons, until he can finally will himself to face the monstrous calamity that was his death.

It took a miracle to puppet his body out of the casket, his joints hissing and protesting from days.. or months, of inexperience. He had to clutch the edges of the hardy table his coffin laid upon for good measure, since he surely would’ve fallen straight to his haunches if he hadn’t. Yet he managed to liberate himself nonetheless.

The room surrounding him was concealed by a tenebrous midnight, dim and sterile, wreathing his cryptic figure in gloomy shadows. Terzo knew this place, he didn’t need night-vision to attain that he was hobbling around the morgue. The lack of light made it much more troublesome to make a break for the door, but it spared his already splintered heart from anymore misery. Because, if the lights had been on, he would’ve seen the bodies of his brothers displayed pristinely in their own polished coffins.

Lucky for him, Terzo supposes, that the door with the wrought iron handle was unlocked. He has to strain his muscles to wrench it open, which is comical, but expected for a reanimated corpse. Entering the hallway was a bit easier, yet he still leans on the walls for support.

Terzo has walked these corridors hundreds, if not thousands of times, but not like this. Never like this.

Everything was still, silent. No deacons or priests walked through foyers, no siblings of sin scuttled around the courtyards— You could blame that on the fact it was nearing one in the morning, and majority of the congregation was tucked securely underneath their crisp cotton sheets and puffy duvets.

Terzo was grateful for the relative solitude, really, because he certainly did not want to risk the chance of running into any members of the Clergy when all he wanted to do is get to you.

It’s childish, how hastily he longs to be with you through all this madness. His own head had gotten chopped off and weaved back on for fuck’s sake, he should be screaming, lunging into hysterics. Those are the proper reactions to grieving an unexpected death, right?

Later, Terzo assures himself, not all too convincingly, there will be time for that later. Preferably when he’s shrouded away from everyone, so no one can witness him crumbling.

Right now all he wants is you. Maybe he was greedy in that way, clinging to the idea of holding you again. Greedy with your affection, hoarding it like a dragon would with its finest treasures. Terzo loved the way you smiled, the sound of your voice, the way you felt, the warmth your company could bring. So much so, that he never wanted to let you go. Yes, the third Emeritus brother was a greedy one. But only because he’d been alone for so long. Terzo could be surrounded by multitudes of idolizing crowds on the daily and still manage to feel achingly lonely.

His loneliness stems from pure selfishness, he thinks, or his self sabotage thinks, since he can’t tell the difference between the two anymore. Terzo’s privileged, he knows this, he’s rich in the ways of friends and he’s never met someone who was poor company. Yet here he is, sequestered and drowning amidst his woes.

You’d probably chide him for his thinking if you were walking beside him right now. Terzo's lips quirk into a wistful smile. You were always good like that, anchoring his feet to the floor when all he wanted to do was let the hate consume him.

There was no use in ever trying to put up a front around you, because you were like a bloodhound that could smell malarkey a mile away. And even if Terzo was incredibly reserved and a tad bit stubborn with his emotions, you were patient. Waiting patiently, listening patiently, and when he’d finally rupture and lament into your open arms, you’d patiently card your fingers through the locks of his raven black hair.

There was a sense of vulnerability between you two, something you witnessed in Terzo that others did not, a sacred secret kept between two lovers. A mutual understanding. He may have been Papa once, but he was yours first.

The ministry is too hollow tonight, too big. A bitter gust of wind whistles through a set of open windows as the plodding corpse treks on, one stinging step after the other. The way to your shared quarters is muscle memory to him, it would be an easy path to tread if it wasn’t for the prickling soreness in his throat and chest.

Eugh, he definitely was a sight for sore eyes.

How would you react to seeing him like this, all things considered? There’s a chance you might scream, maybe even hurl a pillow at him, and Terzo would never hold it against you. He’s fairly terrified of his present state, too. Would you cry? Point a finger at his chest and wail and tell him over and over; ‘I told you so’? You had told him so, after all. You knew something was amiss ever since the Clergy tore Terzo off that stage during his final ballad of Monstrance Clock. You had been skittish and riddled with worry for his well-being, and despite all of Terzo’s consoling— he was fine, everything was going to be fine, mio caro.— you were right.

He imagined you enraged, furious at him, not willing to forgive, never willing to forgive. But you weren’t like that. Perhaps you’d cry, or scream, or throw something at him in a fit of shock, but never act spiteful. The most malicious Terzo had ever experienced you being was in domestic acts of grudgefulness in passing of some fatuous argument; like rolling over in bed and giving him the cold shoulder. Or drowning him out with the vacuum. Once you even went as far as ‘accidentally’ washing his whites with some of your cherry reds. Petty, but not cruel.

How far along were you in your stages of mourning? Were you still waiting for him to return to you? Have you locked yourself into the depths of your shared quarters? Have you shut the world out? Terzo hoped that if you were waiting, he hadn’t made you wait for too long.

He tries to break down the remainder of his journey into smaller, more manageable pieces. He reclines against limestone walls to catch his breath when the pain shocks him too much to bear, and starts again when the image of you enters his mind. He almost sobs at the sight of your door.

Hesitant, Terzo jingles the doorknob once, twice, then throws it open, stepping into the darkened room.

Everything is just as it was since he last occupied the space, however long ago that had been. Wedding pictures still hang pristinely on the walls, his comb is still intact on the surface of the vanity. It all remains hauntingly untouched, all except for the bed.

You stir from under the covers, most likely woken from the noise he made in opening the door, rising and blinking blearily in the direction of where he stood. There you were and here he was.

Terzo finds himself faltering, unsure of how to go about this. What’s the proper etiquette of greeting your lover after being recently deceased?

“Terzo?” You call out, voice faraway and hoarse, wavering at every step he takes towards you. Terzo should not be there. He’s dead, immobile in a glass coffin somewhere. You’re either dreaming or must have finally lost it.

But then he replies, whispering your name and moving closer, and the mattress is suddenly dipping from the weight of him sitting on its borders. For a moment you say nothing and he says nothing, only because he’s reaching out to stroke the skin of your soft cheek. His delicate touch makes you recoil frightfully as if you had been stung by a wasp, since you hadn’t actually been expecting to feel him.

“Is this real?” You breathe, eyes wide and flicking down to gape at the gruesome scar that decorated his neck like some debauched necklace of curdled gore. “Are you real?”

“Yes, amore. I’m real.” It pains him to speak, and Terzo’s larynx is definitely worse for wear, sounding all garbled and warbled. But he needs to talk to you, apologize for anything and everything. He needs you to know how sorry he is, because he failed you. He made all the wrong choices, and look where that ended him. It hurts, he really did try, he tried so hard to play the role, appease the Clergy well enough to leave him and his beloved be, yet he was playing checkers while the world was playing chess. And Terzo was never any good at chess. It wasn’t his fault, but he was too lost to understand that.

“I’m sorry.” He begins, it’s a start. “I’m sorry, mi dispiace tanto.” Then came the tears, dripping and smearing the paints that marred his face. It’s all coming crashing down now, every inhale he takes sounds like agony.

Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me. He wants to say, needs to say, but can’t manage the words.

You take Terzo and ease him into your arms, shakily tucking his face into your shoulder so he can cry freely without anyone else seeing. It was what he always preferred; weeping into shoulders or pillows, hiding from the chance of being caught under a scrutinizing gaze.

Terzo is dead. Was dead. Should still be dead. But he’s not.

So, relieved and confused, but mostly confused, you thread your fingers through his hair. Later, you will talk and ask questions and shed your own tears until sunlight filters through the drapes. But for now, you hug Terzo, your Terzo, and shield him from the world as he wails anew.

—o—

#This has only been proofread by me twice so I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes #Terzo x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa Terzo x reader #ghost fic #ghost the band fanfic #ghost the band #ghost band #the band ghost #terzo #papa emeritus iii #ghost Terzo #ghost Terzo x reader

[im-a-marion3tt3]

His body was sore, his throat dry and his stomach ached. Phantom had no clue as to why this was the case, he simply knew it to be fact. Slowly, his body curled in on itself, wrapping his arms and tail around his legs, making him into an O. Phantom felt miserable and disgusting and if he had it his way, he would not move for the rest of the day. That was quickly changed by Dew barging in, talking about how check out from the hotel was at 11 so he should start packing. Phantom did not want to hear it however. He curled up further under his blankets and put a pillow over his head for good measure. It took Dewdrop a good 5 minutes before he realized that the other ghoul had made a burrow of his bed. "Phantom, get up, we don't have time for this," Dew muttered in a sing-songy voice, going to pull Phantom from his bed. Unfortunately for him, he didn't look where he grabbed and began pulling on Phantom's tail. He didn't realize so till he felt sharp fangs puncture his skin, causing him to yelp and cradle his wound. Dewdrop couldn't help but frown though, Phantom didn't usually act like this. Typically, the quintessence ghoul would bend over backwards to make anyone in the band happy. "Phantom," Dew said in a much softer voice, "what's wrong?" Phantom took his sweet time reply, shifting around so just his eyes peaked out from the blankets. "I'm not sure," he said in a whisper, "but I believe I so called sick."

#the band ghost fanfic #ghost #ghost the band #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #ghost the band fanfic

[chaosandmarigolds]

My favorite thing about Simon Riley (at least how he is in my head ya know) is that he's either on top of it like he knows you better than anyone else-

It was just a regular Friday night, you had been out with some friends and probably drank a bit too much for anyone's comfort, so with a sigh of defeat you called your boyfriend (who you had pinkie promised you wouldn't need to call, because you are a mature, well adjusted, adult) It was late but not very so the phone only rang once before he picked up.

"Good evenin princess."

"Si?" your voice was a bit rasped and the lingering sob in the back of your throat didn't help your case, a cryer is what your friends called your more drunken state, "I...Lil too much."

A pause and you hear the jingle of his keys, "Ten minutes. Stay on the phone with me, yeah?"

"Mkay, is' cold outside."

"Why are you outside, baby?"

"Ji-Jill got an uber- said-said I couldn't come. an-and the bar sai-said I can't go back inside...they were so mean."

"Fuckin Jillian-" You hear him mutter and then his voice goes back to its regular level, "Baby I want you to go back to the bar and tell them that I'm gonna be there to pick you up in a minute, is's snowin out here."

A short pause, "And I know the guy at the door scares you but I need you to be my strong girl and go back inside, yeah?"

Or its just, he's oblivious until the very end-

You were currently running a hundred-and-two fever, your muscles ached and everything in you screamed at you to sit down and take a nap. However, your boyfriend just got back from deployment and you were determined to make sure everything was perfect for him. And, thus far, it was- you put on some makeup to make yourself look alive and you just resigned to not speaking a lot, or eating. He didn't seem to notice, about forty hours back into being home and everything was perfect! Aside from the lingering feeling you may just drop dead at any moment.

So at that moment, you sat on the sofa with him, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, your hot skin covered by your hoodie and the hood of it pulled over to hide your face as you had aptly nuzzled into his side. You felt like death.

Yet in Simon's mind he thought you were just being a blushing school girl, excited about his return and a bit flustered by it. Until he dipped his head down to press a kiss against your forehead.

"The fuck?" He muttered as he moved his hand to your forehead and tugged down the hood to look at you, "Why're so hot?"

You gulp down and shrug your shoulders, "Jus little sick. 'M okay."

"Girly- your skin is burnin up." "Okay?" "How...have you bee' sick this 'tire time?"

"Really feel fine-"

"Lair."

A pause and you look down, "Only little bit."

(annnyway thats it <333 comments and all that jazz make my day)

#simon ghost riley #simon riley fanfic #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x you #simon riley x reader #cod x you #simon riley imagine #simon ghost x reader #cod fluff #ghost mw2 #ghost band #ghost headcanons #ghost x reader #x fem!reader #x female reader #x female y/n #coco's chaos <3

[bonncy]

Someone is afraid....

#original #original art #illustration #original illustration #oc #nun #nun chased by a demon #demon #antichrist #nun art #cult #not gonna lie this illustration reminds me a lot of mary on a cross #mary on a cross #wow hashtags are fun #reminds me of a lot of really good fanfics i've read recently about the band ghost #ghost

[ghulehunknown]

Papa Headcanons - 🐱👅

WARNING!! - NSFW

All the Papas love going down, but they each have their own style

Primo

Prefers to get you nice and worked up, so he’ll spend a painfully long time kissing and caressing you before actually going down on you (so when he does use his tongue it feels explosive)

Says “My, my aren’t we a wet little thing?” everytime, knowing FULL WELL he did that to you

Soft and slow, very gentle

Long, painted strokes along your entire area

Massages your breasts while flicking his tongue around your clit

Uses his thumb to rub circles on your clit to give his mouth a break but doesn’t stop until you’ve cum at least once or twice, preferably in his mouth

Secondo

Roughly fingers you while eating you out

Spreads your legs wide so he can eat every inch of you

Loves to eat you from behind so he can finger your ass too

Grabs onto your legs and hips so he can pull your body closer to him

Wants to take his time and edges you - so he’ll alternate by doing other forms of foreplay (sucking on your nipples or pinching them, making out, fingering you)

Praises you (“brava ragazza”) for being so patient as he takes his time torturing you (“You will be rewarded, tesorina”)

Wants to do all the work so he’ll scold you if you start to grind against him

Loves to see his Papal paints smeared all over your thighs

Massages your ass and tits while eating you out

Terzo

Would die happy drowned in pussy

Wears the smell of you like a badge of honor the whole day

Desperate to eat your arousal and drink you if you squirt

In fact it’s a little game he plays with himself, to see if he can make you squirt (he’s almost always successful)

Dying to get you off this way before he fucks you hard into the mattress

LOVES when you ride his face; he wants to be smothered and barely able to breathe

Also into 69ing - you on top or laying on your sides

Favorite cunnilingus position is you on your back with your legs spread and one hooked over his shoulder while he finger fucks you and sucks your clit

Massages your g-spot when he knows you’re close to cumming

Darts his tongue in and out of your hole a lot (“Amore, how could I waste a single drop of you?”)

Suctions/sucks on your clit a lot and alternates that, flicking his tongue, and using the flat part of his tongue

While each papa has their talents and are very good at doing down, Terzo is the Prince of Cunnilingus - a cunt connoisseur, if you will

Immediately wants to kiss you during (so you can see how aroused he’s made you) and after because sometimes he’s sweet like that

Usually wants to fuck right after you’ve cum (while you’re still breathing heavily)

Copia

Kisses every inch of you

Moans as soon as he has you in his mouth; he can cum just from eating you out (pathetic little rat man)

Can’t help it and will stroke himself while going down on you, unless you have him tied up (to punish him for being a dirty, needy man)

Loves being submissive to you while pleasuring you - either kneeling underneath you while you’re standing or sitting on the edge of the bed/couch, or tied up to the bedpost while you ride his face

Wants to be used like your sex toy

Would gladly spend all day down there as long as you’re getting off

Heard somewhere that spelling the alphabet with his tongue will get you off, so he does that and stops at whichever letter or motion gets the loudest response

He’s got a little bit of washing machine syndrome going on - very sloppy and all over the place at times

Finds a steady rhythm, position, and stroke and sticks to it because if it always works why change it

Listens to your breathing get heavier and stays consistent with his speed and motion when you grip his hair and tell him “don’t stop!”

Wants to cuddle you after and kiss you and feed you snacks (one time he hand fed you fruit snacks while he was down there)

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[sexy-sea-basss]

here’s the thing I admire about the ghouls: they love every body, no matter shape, size, color. they love imperfections and they always love on those imperfections.

thank you writers and artists for using different bodies in scenes, because it makes me feel like someday, i too will be loved for who i am, imperfections and all

I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH. like yall don’t even understand.

i love seeing those stretch marks, lil fatty rolls, dad-bod copia, glasses, freckles, small titties, big titties, no titties, scars, top surgery scars, description of thighs jiggling when getting into position, happy trails, body hair, etc.

#no because fr i love you all #artists on tumblr #writers on tumblr #the band ghost #unmasked ghoul #phantom ghoul #mountain ghoul #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #ghost fanfic