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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Who knew that a pentagram birthmark would be the source of Imperator's pain and biggest secret?

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Pentagram.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Past Sister Imperator x Papa Emeritus Nihil, Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 Suggestive at the start but no actual smut, Imperator slapping Nihil, Nihil is an asshole, Copia is oblivious about who his parents really are but reader kinda figures it out, open ending because it's fun getting others to think about what could happen.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1252 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My final Ghosttober 2022 fic! Time sure does fly, huh? Been catching up on JJBA on Netflix which is part of what gave me the idea for this fic. Also please don't ask for a part 2 because it's not gonna happen lmao I'm bad at commitment huh? I don't think I used gendered terms or anything for reader but please let me know if I've missed any! Oh, and by the way HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN BABES!!

Imperator first sees Nihil’s birthmark the morning after their first night together. His back is turned to her as he sleeps, the sister rubbing her eyes as she wakes up. He’s snoring loudly but she doesn’t mind. It means that he’s real and he’s there and she didn’t just imagine the wonderful night they spent together. The way he kissed her, touched her, made her see Satanas himself from how many climaxes he drew from her, none of it was a dream. The man that lies before her, Papa Emeritus Nihil, had fallen into her bed just as she’d fantasised about for so long now.

He spots the peculiar birthmark on his left shoulder and hums with a smile. This is the first time she’s ever seen a pentagram as a birthmark, but the odd sight doesn’t faze her. To Imperator, all it means is that he and his bloodline are chosen, and Nihil is the one she’s been looking for. Her instinct about him wasn’t wrong.

As her pink-tinged fingertips delicately trail over the birthmark, her new lover begins to stir. She quickly withdraws her hand and watches him turn over to face her. His mismatched eyes flutter open, and he grunts as he pulls her body up against his. He’s already half hard, much to Imperator’s delight.

“Why don’t we continue what we started last night, hm?” he asks, voice gritty with sleep.

The sister connects their lips and rolls the two of them so that he’s on his back and she’s straddling him, her tongue exploring his mouth while his hands massage circles into her hips.

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Imperator’s palm stings as the slap echoes through the empty room.

“How could you say something so cruel?” Her tone is venomous as she glares at him.

“Someone needs to talk some sense into you. You cannot keep it,” he replies, his own voice level and betraying no emotion along with his face. He looks like he couldn’t care less about the news or her. The only thing that’s changed in his appearance is that his papal paint has been smeared by her striking him.

She clenches her fists by her sides. “You don’t get to dictate what happens with my body. You may be Papa, but I could dispose of you easily if I so wished. Or have you forgotten what happened to the mother of your other children?”

Nihil grabs Imperator by the back of her habit and starts dragging her towards his office door. “Get. Rid. I won’t be responsible for raising another man’s child just because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” she spits as she shoves him away from her, leaving him taken aback at her strength as he tries not to fall over. “You cheat on me, go around kissing and fucking other women, and then you accuse me of being unable to keep my legs shut? You’re pathetic. You’re not worthy of the title of Papa.”

He narrows his eyes at her but doesn’t get the chance to retort. Imperator slams the door as she leaves, caressing her pregnant stomach as tears streak down her face. She doesn’t want things to end like this, but she can’t allow her love for him cloud her judgement. Her mother raised her alone, she could raise her son or daughter in the same way. She didn’t need Nihil or his help.

That didn’t make the separation hurt any less.

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Of all the places to raise her son, the abbey was the last place Imperator would’ve chosen. She had turned up on their doorstep a month ago in labour, nowhere else to turn and nobody to help. She’s been desperate and her Dark Lord had guided her to the place she once called her home. The sisters had been surprised, but immediately brought her in and took her to the medical bay to assist her in giving birth. It was as she screamed and gave a final push that Nihil turned up, panicked and fearful. In her daze, Imperator had hoped that perhaps this was her former lover stepping up to the plate after realising that he was wrong, but the moment she awoke after giving birth he was gone again.

She hates the way the sisters throw her sympathetic looks in the corridors.

The new mother is currently bathing her baby boy in a plastic tub that one of the sisters had procured for her. As she gently moves him so she can wash his back, the little pentagram birthmark on the back of his left shoulder brings a tear to her eye. She knew from the moment the pregnancy test came back positive that her child would be Nihil’s but having that little symbol of confirmation meant more to her than anything else. He cared little for the boy, believing wholeheartedly that there’s no way they could be related, but that’s okay. She and Lucifer know and that’s all that matters.

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You’re massaging Copia’s shoulders after a long, stressful day of being Papa. He melts into your touch, your fingers divine against his skin and sore muscles. You pepper kisses across the expanse of his shoulders when you’re done, wrapping your arms around his torso as you kneel behind him. Your teeth graze against his birthmark and he shudders.

“Tesoro, you tease me,” he moaned, making you smile.

“You know how much I adore your birthmark. Perfect for such a devoted Papa,” you reply. He kisses you when he turns his head to look at you, cupping the back of your head and moving so that you’re laying down and he’s hovering over you.

“Sister says the same,” he says, referring to Imperator.

You frown at him. “Are you saying she’s seen you… naked?”

He laughs, a sound that sends warmth through your chest. “Not in the way you mean it. She raised me from the moment I was born. My mother died during childbirth, she tells me.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, I didn’t mean to –”

“No, no!” He rests on his side beside you and pulls you into his embrace, caressing your face as his mismatched eyes meet yours. “You didn’t know. I don’t talk about it a lot. There is never a good time to tell someone that you don’t know who either of your parents are.”

Your fingers comb through the hairs on his chest. “Maybe one day we’ll be able to find your parents. Do you know anything about them?”

Copia shakes his head. “Ah, I do not. I used to think when I was a boy that perhaps Papa Nihil was my father, but Sister has since told me otherwise.”

“What? Why did you think that?”

He shrugs, a wistful look on his face. “Well, Terzo also had the same birthmark. I think his brothers did too. I asked Sister about it, but she said it’s a birthmark that a lot of families who have sworn themselves to our Dark Lord have. Perhaps my father is from another abbey. Maybe he is a papa in another abbey.”

When Copia has finally fallen asleep a while later, the first time he’s fallen into a deep sleep in what feels like weeks, you slip out of bed and dress yourself in the clothes he’d peeled off your body earlier and quietly leave his room to find Sister Imperator’s chambers.

Your Papa may not have connected the dots, but you know it can’t be long until it finally clicks.

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dewsgremlin · 2 months

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Ghoul hc

While Rain is a picky eater, Dewdrop is the exact opposite. The fire ghoul is not picky at all when it comes to his food.

That's why Dewdrop always ends up eating the food that Rain doesn't want.

It's so much easier for Rain since no one (mostly sister Imperator and Nihil) comments on his eating habits anymore since his plate is always empty.

#nameless ghoul #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost #picky eater #sister imperator #ghoul hcs #nameless ghouls #papa nihil #food #ghoul #raindrop #rain x dewdrop #dewdrop x rain #ghoul hc #hc

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emeritus-fuckers · 21 days

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

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

Papas and Sister Imperator SA comfort headcanons

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

Primo (he/him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Secondo (he/him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terzo (he/they)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Copia (he/him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He tries to offer you simple yes or no choices.

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

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

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

Old Nihil (he/him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Nihil (he/him)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Young Sister Imperator (she/her)

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

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

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

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

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

Old Sister Imperator (she/her)

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

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

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

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

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

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

She has your favorite music or movies playing for you.

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

Papas I, IV and Sister Imperator written by Nosferatu.

Papa III written by Death.

Papa II and Papa Nihil written by Nyx.

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

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lixxen · 3 months

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I don't wanna end like this, but the sting in the way you kiss me. Something within your eyes said it could be the last time ‘fore it's over

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phxntxm-uszr · 1 month

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Malewife x Girlboss

You guessed it, more ImperaHil fanart

Young Seestor in a Suit and Young Peepaw in a Corset + Skirt 💕🐀

Which version did you like better?

Any art suggestions/thoughts? Drop em down below ghestie 👇

#sister imperator #the band ghost #papa nihil #imperahil #ghost fanart #shitghosting #male wife x girlboss #ship dynamics #fanart #i will die with this ship

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onedaughterofman · 2 years

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About me and fic masterlist <3

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

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

Fics are under #my writing tag!

Fic masterlist under the cut!

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

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

Chapter I: Life eternal

Chapter II: Maternal slave

Chapter III: If you have ghost

Chapter IV: A funeral pyre

Chapter V: Kiss the goat under the spell

Chapter VI: Your friend Death

Chapter VII: Zenith interlude

Chapter VIII: Spawn of pure malevolence

Chapter IX: Waiting for the night

Chapter X: Dance Macabre

Chapter XI: Thank you, now go, go

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

Admirer: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff. PART II

Hope: Aether ghoul x reader. Fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Binding ritual: Nameless Ghoulettes x reader. Fluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Terzo x Omega scenario: Rated T, angst.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#ghost band fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #ghost band #the band ghost #papa emeritus x reader #cardinal copia x reader #fic masterlist #ghost fanfic #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #young papa nihil #young sister imperator #mary goore #mary goore x reader #omega ghoul

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tasty-ribz · 1 year

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Meme inspired by @sweatandwoe secondo fanfic https://www.tumblr.com/sweatandwoe/714792325117771777/fuck-professionalism?source=share 😩🖤

#ghost the band #ghost bc #papa emeritus fanart #my art🎃#my meme💀#ghost the band x reader #the ghost band #ghost band #ghost fandom #the band ghost #papa nihil #papa emeritus fanfiction #papa emeritus nihil #sister imperator #cardinal popia #terzo emeritus

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cmhcny · 11 months

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i NEED to talk about them

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ghostsmybeloved · 1 year

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Fond Memories

Papa Emeritus IV (Copia) x Reader

Summary: Papa had no idea who you were, or how you came to suddenly be such an important thing in his life. He wasn't complaining though.

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Copia held his head down as he rushed through the Abbey towards the abandoned wing, tears threatening to fall as he could hear members of the Higher Clergy call out behind him. The Papa didn’t care though, he needed to escape away from his Papal duties.

As he entered the abandoned wing, the atmosphere almost immediately changed. He could hear scampering of nonexistent creatures, the wind whistling past him as he continued on his journey. Copia figured it was just his paranoia, his anxiety as the Papa ignored the feel of eyes on his back.

The Papa grew closer to the old practice rooms, used by Papa Nihil when the Ghost Project was first founded. The wing had been abandoned when Nihil tried to turn away from the spotlight of the stage. Copia had heard stories about the wing growing up, but none of them suddenly came to his mind as he continued his trek.

Slowly, faint singing reached his ears as he stopped. If his Ghouls were here, he’d deny that he was nervous, scared even, but in his moment of isolation, Copia thought of turning around. As the Papa remained still, he could slowly hear the lyrics more clearly.

As if his body moves on its own, Copia found himself following the sing as he came upon one of the practice rooms. Silently opening the door, he found himself in the presence of you, who hadn’t quite noticed the Papa.

Your singing of Life Eternal had both your and the Papa’s attention, sitting on the piano bench as your fingers grazed above the old piano. You weren’t playing it, your fingers barely above the keys as you sang. Copia started swaying to the song, smiling softly as he felt his worries from earlier slip away like they were swept up by the ocean.

“Can you feel me longing for you forever and ever?” you finished, opening your eyes to feel the mismatched eyes on your body, making you tense up and turn around. Copia jumped at your turn, clearing his throat.

“Ah so sorry for interrupting! I just- uh- heard your voce incantevole!” Copia stuttered, making you giggle as he cleared his throat again, “You are a- uh- beautiful- I mean great- singer…yeah.”

Your smile held even though your giggling stopped, “Well I am glad you enjoyed it Papa. It is one of my favorite songs from the Ghost Project. Your singing is so much better than mine, but I am honored that you praise me.”

“I am Papa- Copia, I mean. Per favore, chiamami Copia.”

“Well what brings you to my wing Copia?” You scoot over on your bench, offering the Papa to sit down with a bright smile on your face. Who is he to deny your offer?

Striding to the stage, he quickly gets up and sits down on the bench next to you as you both face the piano keys. Your fingers dance above the keys once again, like you were teasing both him and the piano of a performance.

Copia takes a deep breath as he begins to spill his Papal secrets, “Mi nascondo. The meeting with the Higher Clergy today did not go as planned, they doubt my abilities. They want me to be like my brothers before, while being nothing like them.”

Finally, your fingers grace the piano keys as you started performing a piece Copia had never heard before as you spoke, “Do not listen to them. The differences between Primo, Secondo, and Terzo is what made them shine so bright when they stood on those stages.”

The Papa does not reply, listening to the old piano as he closes his eyes. The piano was withered by age, yet despite the disoriented sound that was hidden underneath the music, it was still beautiful. It reminded him of one of the Ghoul’s lullabies, making Copia quietly hum along to the keys.

You two stayed sitting as you performed while he hummed. Copia had no idea how long time had passed, he didn’t care much, until your piece ended. Before the Papa could praise or ask for another, you took his hands and guided him back to the abandoned commons.

“What-”

“Papa! There you are!”

Copia quickly turned around at the mention of his title, seeing Aether rush over to him. The Ghoul looked exhausted, like had overused his Quintessence energy again. Though, he still was filled with joy to find the Papa.

“My Ghoul! Aether, this is-”

As he turned around, the Papa didn't see you behind him anymore, like you snuck away. Seeing this, Copia’s words died on his tongue as he looked between Aether and where you were standing.

"Are you alright Papa?" Aether asked, putting his claw on Copia's shoulder, making him look at the Ghoul, "Are you seeing things?"

"No, no, no. Giuro, qualcuno è stato qui!"

Aether looked at the Papa concerned, before nodding, "You can tell us all about this mystery person back in the Den, okay?"

"..okay."

* * *

Copia was restless in his seat, desperate to be free of another meeting with Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil. She was scolding him for rushing out of yesterday's meeting, but her words never reached the Papa's ears. He wanted to rush back to the abandoned wing to see if you were there again.

"Are you even listening?!" Sister Imperator growled, making Copia snap to look at her. She had a scowl on her face when he looked at her.

"Of course I am, Sorella. I am just tired."

It wasn’t a complete lie. He was tired, he hadn’t gotten much sleep because he couldn’t get you out of his head, your singing of his song and your performance on the old piano. You felt so familiar to the Papa, but he couldn’t understand why.

Papa Nihil went to say something, but Sister Imperator quickly glared at him, making him shut up with a quiet apology. She turned her attention back to Copia with a fake smile, her eyes glaring daggers. If the Papa wasn't so distracted by the thought of you, he might've been intimidated by her.

Sister Imperator rose out of her seat quietly, striding over to Copia's desk, "How about you get some rest, C? Your assistant can do the rest of your work today."

The Papa sighed quietly, nodding as Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil left the room arguing about something. Copia didn’t really care what they were arguing about, he cared that this was the perfect time to escape and try to find you again.

As he listened to the faint footsteps get fainter, Copia took this as his time to escape as he slipped out of his office and down towards the abandoned wing. Unlike yesterday, his anxiety and sorrow was replaced with excitement and a fluttery sense.

Creeping behind the wing’s large doors, he smiled brightly as he almost ran down the hallway. The small footsteps of creatures and the wind whistling didn’t bother the Papa today, he was too focused on seeing you again. You were like his most sinful dream, a gift from Lord Lucifer himself.

Copia entered the abandoned commons to see you sitting on the floor, noticing that the couches were far too dusty for anyone to sit on. In your hand was a book he was all too familiar with, it was an ancient Latin book that only the most knowable Clergy could read.

“Hello…” Copia squeaked out, mentally slapping himself for the sudden nervousness around you. Hearing his voice, you turned around with a big smile on your face, “Ci scusiamo per l'intrusione.”

“Oh no Papa, it’s no intrusion. Between us, I shouldn’t even be here, but I tend to get quite lost,” you chuckled, patting the spot next to you as another offer to the Papa, “Come, sit. I knew you’d be back.”

“You did?”

You made a quiet noise in response, nodding your head as he walked over to sit next to you. Once Copia was seated, you moved the book to rest on your legs to share it with the Papa next to you. It was senseless gibberish to him, but you looked like you understood it all.

The two of you made eye contact, making Copia blush and quickly look down at the book, “You.. uh… understand this book?”

“Ah yes. My father taught me when I was young. He told me it was going to be a great skill.”

“Your father? Is he a part of our church?”

You hesitated, opening your mouth to speak as you took a couple of seconds before answering, “No. My father… does not agree with my choices.”

“E tua madre?” Copia is quick to ask. A little too quick which makes him quickly speak again, “Sorry, nothing bad! I am just curious!”

You giggled again with a bright smile on your face as he stuttered over his words again. He felt like such a fool in front of you, but hearing your laugh was worth it. It warmed the Papa more than the deepest pit of Hell could.

“I never knew my mother, I don’t know whether she died or just didn’t want anything to do with me,” you explain, your smile turning sorrowfully as you looked up at Copia, “It was just my father before I joined.”

“I am an orphan,” Copia admits, making you squeeze his hand gently, “I was left on the Abbey’s steps one day with nothing. I was one of the few orphans to stay within the church though.”

“That must have been hard.”

Copia hums in response before turning his attention back to the book, “Can you tell me what it says?”

“Its written about our Lord, describing His kindness. Have you ever felt His presence, Copia?" You looked over at him, your hand still on top of his as you questioned again, "Have you heard His messages?"

Copia feels his heart to race, pounding in his chest like a cage. He doesn't know if it's racing because of your hand or your questions, but he quickly responds, "I haven't. I pretend to do so, I am Papa, but I have not. È vergognoso."

"I think those closest to our Lord don't hear His words because they are going down the right path."

Copia smiles softly as you start reading from the book, your voice soothing the Papa. He wasn't listening to your words, instead focusing on your voice. It sounded sweeter than any fruit of Eden.

As you ended the chapter, the Papa was so grateful you read to him. He hardly listened to the chapter, he knew it was bad since it was about Lucifer, but he couldn’t help himself. Copia loved your voice and your talent.

Looking up at the old grandfather clock, you hummed in disappointment, “It’s time for you to go Copia. Dinner starts soon.”

“Hm?” Copia looked at the grandfather clock and gasped, shooting up, “Oh no! I’m late! I promised to help set the tables in the grand hall!”

Before he knew it, he was rushing out the hall without saying goodbye to you, and without even getting your name. Copia only realized it as soon as he got to the grand hall, his frown apparent as he looked back in the direction of the wing.

Tomorrow, the Papa promises himself, tomorrow he’ll get your name.

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Tomorrow came and went, along with many more weeks as he visited you daily. Every day the Papa sees you, you are doing something different. Copia then is mesmerized by what you have to say, he listens for hours and hours, which only feels like minutes, till someone finds him or he has another event.

Every time, he doesn’t get your name, and every day he promises himself the next day. Copia has told his Ghouls all about you, the way your eyes shined when you spoke, the beautiful laughter of yours.

Today was just like any other, the Papa practically skipped to the abandoned wing with such joy of seeing you again. As he reached the large doors, Copia couldn’t help, but push them both open to make a grand entrance.

Entering the commons, Copia noticed how you weren’t sitting on the floor like you have been a couple of times. He shrugged it off and went through the practice rooms with no sights of you. Slowly, anxiety creeped up the Papa’s neck as he opened almost every room to look for you.

When he came up empty handed, he glanced at the old summoning room as he gulped. You had joked with the Papa that the summoning room held a beast that could tear humans apart with no trouble. Your joke now didn’t seem so funny as he stood in front of the oak door.

With a great hesitation, his breath hitched as he slowly opened the door. Copia peaked his head in to see a fire within the circle reach to the stone ceiling. As he stumbled in, the Papa saw you standing in front of fire with a frown on your face.

“What’re you doing?” Copia asked, making you sigh with the flames dancing off of your face, “I asked what’re you doing?”

“I cannot stay, Copia, my time is over. I failed.”

“What do you mean?”

You looked over at the Papa, tears streaming down your face as you spoke, “You're not the son of Satan, none of the Papas have been or will be.”

“Step away from the fire, piccolo topo, let’s talk about this somewhere else,” Copia begs, slowly walking closer to you as you continue to cry, “Explain it all to me, please. We can go to the gardens.”

The flames quickly died as you stepped towards him, grabbing the Papa’s wrist as you stormed towards the exit of the Abbey in the wing and out into the cold October night. You dragged him into the forest, muttering something about it being your last chance. You finally let go when you brought him to a clearing.

“Do you remember this place?” you asked, facing Copia as you spoke, “Do you have any of your memories? We were right here! Years upon years ago!”

With a wave of your hand, the surrounding forest changed as someone who looked oddly like Copia stood in front of you. He had a beautiful set of white wings that protected him as you had the same. His voice was similar to Copia’s, but a bit deeper.

“Y/N,” he spoke clearly, making you almost take a step forward.

“Yes?”

He looked back towards the now changed forest, “I’m going to stay and fight for these humans. You don’t have to do this with me.”

“But I want to!” you exclaimed, finally taking a step forward as you tried to reach out for him. Copia saw your desperation and your pain in your eyes as tears fell into the grass.

“I know you do. Please please understand, if we lose, we’ll be killed, and if we win, we can never go home,” he explains, going to grab your hands, only to go through them.

You smiled sadly as you moved your hands like they were in his, “Why would I ever want to go home if you’re here?”

“My angel, you’re wonderful,” he chuckled, leaning in to kiss you, but as soon as he was close enough, he disappeared along with the surroundings.

“Everything I ever did, I did for you.”

“I don’t understand…”

You turned to face the Papa as you grabbed his hands and held them close to your heart, “You aren’t the child of Satan, because you are Satan! You’re Satan and I’m your angel! Please please remember!”

Copia subconsciously took a step back, overwhelmed by your frantic words. You took this as a rejection, sighing as you let go of the Papa’s hands. Muttering a small goodbye, wings sprouted from your back as you took off, leaving him alone in the clearing.

“No! Wait!”

It was too late, you were gone by the time he called out. Copia was alone once again, with new memories.

* * *

It had been months since you left, every day for the first month he kept going back to the wing for you, but there was nothing. You had left a hole in the Papa’s heart he didn’t know was there. Even though you weren’t in the abandoned wing, he still found himself going there to process his new memories.

Copia had only told his Ghouls of his discovery with you about his true history, to which all responded with joy. They knew who he was, but it wasn’t their place to tell him. They asked about you a lot, knowing you as the ruler of Hell after Lucifer disappeared.

As his memories of Lucifer slowly came back to him in waves, he found himself missing you even more. The Papa started searching through books for a way to summon you back to Earth, but even with the Ghouls help, the search came up empty.

Until one day, Copia finally found the book you had read him all those months ago, which now thinking about it was almost two years ago. The final page had a ritual, a way to summon the ruler of Hell for those brave souls who were stupid enough to try it.

Copia was more than willing to do it.

The Papa gathered all of the Ghouls in the Abbey for the ritual, telling some to protect the wing and the summoning room as he prepared for it. Chatter was large as Copia grew the signs needed for the ritual with the help of Aether and other Quintessent Ghouls.

It was midnight now, the bell ringing through the Abbey to signal the time. Copia took this time to start the ritual, chanting with the Ghouls as the flame started in the summoning circle. The Papa almost cried at the sight as he heard your voice ring through the room as you sang.

Once the fire calmed down, he finally saw you again, just like the first time all over again. You were singing Life Eternal, your eyes closed as you stood in the circle. All Ghouls gasped, bowing as they quieted down.

“Can you see me longing for you forever?” you sang, slowly opening your eyes as you gasped at the sight. You turned around till you faced Copia once again, “Copia? What’s going on?”

“Ciao mio angelo,” Copia whispered, making you gasp once again as your hands found a home against your mouth. The Papa held out his hand for you to take, “I have missed you so much. I could not wait to see you again.”

“My Lucifer!”

You sob, rushing into his arms as Copia cradled you, running his fingers through your hair. He finally held you in his arms again, your Hellish warmth mixing with his as you two hugged. Slowly, the Papa lifted your head to look at him as he pulled you in for a kiss. Copia finally had you, and he wasn’t going to let you go anytime soon.

So sorry for not posting for awhile! I got a little bit of writer's block. I hope you enjoyed this!

#ghostsmybeloved works #ghost x reader #the band ghost x reader #aether ghoul #cardinal copia #cardinal copia x reader #copia x reader #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #sister imperator #papa nihil

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copiousloverofcopia · 3 months

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No ask, just super excited for more young nihil fic!

I hear you Ghestie... and I have wonderful news.

As a special VALENTINE'S DAY/LUPERCALIA treat I present to you all the first chapter of my fic featuring the original Emeritus Cassanova, YOUNG PAPA NIHIL!

Here it is......................

Glitter Wasn't Gold

Nihil Emeritus is the only born son of Papa Inizio Emeritus, head of the Satanic Church. When his father fails ill, it is decided that he shall ascend as Papa but only after making a promise to carry on the Emeritus bloodline.

Chapter 1: Duty of the Son

Also available HERE on AO3!

Read below the cut!

He could hear the bell ringing as he approached the Abbey. Knowing all too well, what it's chiming signified. The days were drawing closer and closer to the time when Papa Inizio Emeritus would pass. A time when his only son Nihil, would rise in his place to become the leader of the Ministry.

Nihil was only 18 years old and still had a whole lot of life and learning ahead of him. Conceived in his father’s twilight years, he was hardly the type someone would expect to lead the church. An impetuous and reckless child at the best of times, his only saving grace as he grew up was that he was Inizio’s son. Constantly causing trouble for all those who crossed his path.

The black cat of the Ministry. Known to bring with him a bit of bad luck and an air of mischief. He had been abroad in the Americas for a few years, when the Ministry summoned him back. Nihil knew instantly, from the moment he saw the seal of the letter, what was inside. His time to ascend to the Miter was now.

When he entered the Abbey, two suitcases in either hand, he was guided by the familiar walls of Luciferian tapestries towards the grand staircase. His senses overwhelmed with the nostalgic scent of ash and frankincense. The sounds of chattering, filling his ears as he stepped closer and closer to the floor of the Papal suites. Stopping just outside the last massive oak door at the end of the hall that led to his father’s chambers.

Before Nhil could knock, he was beckoned inside. Rows of bishops and cardinals were there to greet him as he stepped into the room. Towards the shadowy figure that lay tucked into his father’s canopy bed. To Nihil, it might as well have been a courtroom. Knowing that the second he walked inside he was being judged.

Capturing all the eyes of men Nihil had known his whole life—secretly doubting him, patronizing him to his father’s face. All the while knowing how much they disapproved of him. How much they all wished to be in charge in his place. The position Nihil was born into, felt deserved as the next Emeritus in line for ascension.

As he stepped up to the bedside, looking down at the once powerful man who ruled the Ministry, he was taken back. Feeling nothing but pity inside him. Staring at this man who once commanded the strongest of armies behind the scenes, revered as the highest of ghoul summoners—now was but a pile of skin and bones. Wasting away into the nothingness from which he came.

“Nihil… Nihil is that you?” Inizio asked, unable to fully open his eyes. Coughing so ferociously that Nihil thought he would die right then and there. The sound of it echoing through the room and into the corridor. A sound that would haunt Nihil for the rest of his days.

“Yes, I’m here.” Nihil replied. Taking a seat beside his father on the bed. His father, trying his best to sit upright to greet him. Helped by Cardinal Angelo, a respected family friend who had helped a great deal with Nihil in his childhood. Keeping his more distasteful antics under the rug from otherwise prying eyes.

“My son. I have not long for this world. There is no time left…so I want you to pay very close attention.” he told him. At that moment all of the other clergymen in the room began listening intently. Waiting for what would inevitably be said. The tension was thick within the air. So thick that Nihil felt the need to clear his throat. Need to loosen up his black clerical collar, leaning in to hear better.

“Go on.” he urged his father.

“I will not let you be Papa.” Inizio began.

With his words the room suddenly erupted with gasps and widened eyes. All the cardinals and bishops, wondering to themselves who among them would be chosen as Papa, if not the only remaining Emeritus son. If one of them would receive the cursed eye—a gift given to the Emeritus descendents by Lucifer himself. Proof of his favor for them to rule on Earth in his stead.

“What?” he asked, anger fuming inside him. Standing up from the bed, ready to strangle the feeble old man right where he lay.

“If you do not ascend, all will be stripped from you. Your title as cardinal, your wealth—your power. You will live your life as a simple man.” his father continued. As if this unsettling turn of events weren't enough the thought of losing his only real interest in the Ministry, wealth and power, infuriated him. Realizing he was to lose all hope of phoning in his rule, while reaping the benefits when he replied.

“You can’t be serious. It is my right. I am your only son.” Nihil hissed. The room, waiting with bated breath for Inizio’s response.

“That you are…and the only way figlio that I will allow you to take the Miter is if you agree to take on a Prime Mover.”

“You gotta be joking? Cardinal Angelo are you in on this?” Nihil laughed nervously, but it was clear that his father was indeed serious.

“It is no joke Nihil, your father is quite certain in this. There will be no changing his mind.” Cardinal Angelo assured him. Nihil began to panic inside. Feeling the cold sweat dripping down the small of his back. His black shirt, beginning to stick at his spine. His heart, racing.

“And if I refuse?” he asked. His father, coughing hard before he was able to speak again. Nihil, silently taking note of the blood staining his father's neckerchief.

“Allora sarai fuori sul tuo culo, piccola merda ingrata!” Inizio said, coughing once more before Cardinal Angelo came to help adjust him in bed. The coughing fit raging for what seems an eternity. His father's mouth, covered in blood and spittle. “You would disgrace the family name. I would rather someone else take up the Miter than have you tarnish it with your selfishness.” he growled.

“Father I—” Nihil began, cut off by his father lunging unexpectedly towards him. A raised skeletal finger in Nihil's face.

“No… you will meet with Sorella Violetta at once.”

“You mean…”

“Shh…she has been chosen for you as a suitable match. Nihil you will take her as your Prime Mover and you will do as your position requires of you and that is FINAL! Angelo, get him out of my face.” Papa Inizio said, waving away as he began coughing once more. The group of cardinals, led by Cardinal Angelo, taking Nihil away from his sight.

Nihil was dragged down the hall by them. Knowing just how much these fools, these false prophets must be enjoying his dissension. Smiles on their pious faces and whispers of amusement on their tongue. Nihil, continuing to whine and struggling against them as they walked.

As they reached the end of the hall, Cardinal Angelo signaled for them to let Nihil go. The group, dropping him to the ground, his body thudding against the floor. Angelo dismissed the others, allowing them to return back to Papa Inizio’s bedside. Hoping that he could talk to Nihil alone. Angelo, slapping him across the face, gaining his attention and effectively stopping the young Emeritus’s sniveling in its tracks.

“What is the matter with you? Pull yourself together or you shame your family even now.” Cardinal Angelo snapped, rubbing his sore hand, reddened cracking off Nihil’s face. Nihil himself, wiggling around his jaw to make sure it hadn’t dislocated from the impact. A loud pop, heard as it dropped into place.

“That fucking hurt, you Stronzo!” he yelled at him. Rubbing his jaw and his white eye burning with fury.

“Good, maybe now you will pay attention and stop acting like a fucking child.”

“I am no child Angelo… though he will never see me as anything other than—”

“Stop your insolence. You can pity party for yourself another time. Now you must do as he says and quickly.”

“Now?”

“Now or…or I am to take your place if you do not do as you are told.” Angelo confessed. Looking around to make sure that no one else had heard him.

“You?”

“Sí, do you really want that? Are you that fucking stupid?” Cardinal Angelo asked him. Nihil paused, taking a moment to suck in a deep breath through his nose, then exhaling slowly from his pursed lips. Trying his best to regain some modicum of composure. This wasn’t what he wanted, but he had no other choice. If he didn’t agree he’d be no better than a sibling–if that.

“You’re right.” he began, spitting out a bit of blood that had pooled within his mouth. “I don’t want anyone else taking what is mine.”

“Good, then you'll come with me.” Cardinal Angelo insisted, holding a hand out to help Nihil get up. Nihil stood up, refusing his hand, grunting as his sore body lifted from the floor. Working quickly to brush himself off a bit before they continued on their way to wherever Angelo would lead them.

“You are a stubborn ass, you know that?” Cardinal Angelo remarked. Nihil let out a half hearted chuckle.

“Always.” He replied. The two of them, remaining quiet for the rest of the walk. Only the sounds of footfalls on the marble titles between them. When they finally arrived at the chapel doors.

“Here? Why?” Nihil asked him.

“In the chapel, Sister Violetta waits for you. You know what you need to do.” Cardinal Angelo explained. Nihil nodded his head, his palm placed on the door as he took in another deep breath. Pushing it open slowly to see the dimly lit room. His eyes zeroing in on the only thing he could see.

Down the nave, illuminated in candlelight was a woman. Adorned in a long black lace veil, quietly waiting in the pews. Her face turned away. Her hands brought up in prayer as she looked to grucifix.

“Here goes nothing.” Nihil whispered under his breath as he approached her. Cardinal Angelo watching silently from the doorway.

As he got closer, the sister remained still. Her unintelligible words of prayer whispered between her and Lucifer. When he finally reached her pew, he could see just how beautiful she wasl. Her smooth olive skin and luxurious dark hair, tucked beneath her veil. Beautiful brown eyes, blanketed in lush lashes. A natural beauty–no makeup on her that Nihil could discern. He was thrilled that if someone had to be picked out for him, at least they chose someone he would approve.

“Good evening sorella.” he said, waiting patiently for her response. He was surprised when she smiled, but not the innocent smile of a naive virgin. No—this was a smile of a woman who was in no way clouded by his position or his charm. A woman who was intelligent, self assured–seeing right through him even before he spoke.

“Good evening Cardinal.” Violetta responded, calmly turning to face him. Nihil was beginning to feel a bit threatened by her, however more so intrigued. She seemed to disarm him from the minute he sat down. He was fascinated by her already.

“Well now. Not sure how much you've been told but it seems you and I are supposed to get to know each other… seeing as they expect us to—”

“I am well aware of the expectations. You won’t get any push back from me.” Violetta told him.

“Is that so?” He asked, curious that she'd answered in such a calm, collected way. No emotion that he was used to dodging when it came to the more feminine type.

“I make no mistake in thinking this is anything other than a diplomatic relationship.”

“I see.” Nihil responded, surprised once again by her candor.

“There is no need for you to pretend you love me. We are both only doing this for the church—the Ministry.” she told him, the smile from her face falling into a thin straight line. Nihil began chuckling to himself, sitting back against the pew and putting his arm around Violetta. She stared over her shoulder at his hand, as it rested on her, with an expression of acceptance–seeming to resolve herself to the situation.

“Fine with me doll face. Glad we are on the same page.”

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Allora sarai fuori sul tuo culo, piccola merda ingrata.- Then you will be out on your ass, you ungrateful little shit.

#you asked I answered #Glitter Wasn't Gold #young nihil x sisters of sin #young Nihil #nihil #papa nihil #sister of sin ocs #Sister Imperator #young sister imperator #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 5 months

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One of us is crying

One of us is lying in a lonely bed

#one of us is such an imperator x nihil song you can't change my mind #maybe one day i should write a fic with this idea #sister imperator #papa emeritus nihil #papa nihil #the band ghost

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demonicdames · 11 months

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A little writing project of mine that I have on A03 that I'm going to throw here to. Rated: E F/M Papa Emeritus II x F!Reader Cardinal Copia x F!Reader Chapter 5: What a surprise Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Secondo stood outside of his office door his hand hovering over the knob the words of his brother echoing in his mind sweet Lucifer he hated this he felt like he wasn't in control and that he didn't know exactly what would happen next, not having control was the worst feeling for him, finally he opened the door.

You looked up from your folders and papers standing up to greet him. "Is everything okay Sir?." You asked his cold stare on you the look making you slowly sit back down, you watched as Secondo headed back to his desk taking his seat. "Cara Mia, please come here." Standing from your desk you crossed the room standing in front of his desk hands clasped in front of yourself. "Yes Sir?."

Secondo watched you silently making you feel a little on edge, "Sir?." "This weekend you will accompany me out." He spoke his voice sounding characteristically unstable which made you arch a brow in confusion. "Accompa-." "It's business." He lied threw his teeth, you still looked confused but nodded slowly. "O-Okay?." "That is all sorella."

Nodding still weirded out by the suddenness of this weekend's business, either way, it would be time away from the Ministry out and about. Your attention went back to your work sorting and stamping the stamp having Secondo's signature on it to make things move quicker. The day seemed to move quicker, thank Lucifer that it did you still felt weird about Secondo's words when was the last time that any of the Papa's conducted business outside of the Ministry? As the day came to a close you stood outside as Secondo locked his office door his attention turning to you.

"I look forward to this weekend sorella." His hand creased your cheek leather clad thumb rubbing over your bottom lip your eyes looking up into that cold intense stare he always seemed to have that always made you feel so tiny and helpless and you hated the fact it made the little pit in your stomach start to burn as your cheeks gained a hint of pink. Secondo seemed to notice this and flashed one of his award-winning smirks. "On second thought Sorella, why not stop by my room, for a drink sì?." Those gloved fingers of his ran down along the column of your neck that smirk turning into a grin feeling your throat bounce with a swallow, head nodding unconsciously. "A drink sounds nice after a long day of work." You replied with a sweet smile as Secondo rested a hand on your lower back directing you toward his room.

From around one of the corners, Copia peeked watching as Secondo walked with you something new stirred inside of him, jealousy? was he jealous that Secondo had you all day and now probably all night? with hands shoved into his pockets, the Cardinal walked away back to his dorm room you were his best friend he should get more time with you damn it, in his mind he marched to Secondo's room and kicked open the door swept you off your feet carrying you away. In reality, though he plopped down and continued his save file on Driving Miss Daisy a bowl of melting gelato beside him.

Back in Secondo's room drinks had been forgotten the Emeritus had you pinned against the wall chest to chest his hands gripping your naked ass holding you up, your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck his strong hips crashing into yours, condom covered cock abusing your pussy with each slam. Secondo smothered his face into your neck covering your skin in a smudgy mix of his paint and saliva. "S-Sec-Secondo!- I- I'm so close!." You gasped out. "sì sì cum for me little lamb." He panted into your ear between the angle of Secondo's thrusts and his words it all pushed you over the edge your body letting loose an orgasm that left you shaking. "Oh Cara Mia, we are just getting started." The Emeritus hummed pulling out of you and moving you to the couch giving you a shove and making you fall over the arm.

"Hey what was that-!." You gasped silently as his hand came down to rest against the back of your neck holding you down against the cushions his free hand moved to grab the base of his cock moving the organ to tap against your hard swollen clit twice before tracing your slit. Looking forward you saw a body-length mirror you could see the wild look in those mismatched eyes, the hunger the look of pure pleasure on his face as he slammed into you entirely making you scream against the cushions you watched yourself get fucked by this devil of a man. 'Fuck' was chanted from your lips each time his hips slammed into you, Secondo holding you down was setting your core a blaze soon you both came together bodies shaking as you both reached your ends the Emeritus pulled out of you his hand being pulled away from your neck as he went to dispose of the condom.

When he returned you were slipping your clothes back on and gathering your things. "Cara, what are you doing?." "Getting ready to leave." He stared at you for a good moment, oh yeah whenever you and he had your little romps you left or he told you to leave. "Unno- you could stay?.. if you. want?." Secondo spoke his voice sounding uncharacteristically unsure and slow-spoken, Your brow arched at the Emeritus as he leaned against the door frame to his bedroom or as he liked to call it his 'bed chamber'. Secondo was delighted when you slowly put your things down. "Okay- sure I suppose?." Taking a seat on the couch again Secondo tilted his head. "Dolcezza, what are you doing?." "Laying down for bed?." "No no no, you shall sleep in Il mio letto with me." You arched a brow confused. "My bed with me." "Oh!." Your face gained a hue of red. "Yes, I'd like that." Standing from the couch you headed towards his room however a hand held out stopped you from entering you looked up at him huffy what in the seven hells was up with this man?

"Mia cara clothes do not belong in the bed." That red on your face grew darker and even more so at his next word. "Strip, then join me." Turning away from you he headed to the connected bathroom to clean his face of paint, pressing your lips together in a thin line you started to do just that folding and setting your clothes aside along with all your rings and grucifix necklace. When Secondo came back from the bathroom with a clean face you had to stare he always looked so different with no holy paint on a pleased look crossing his face seeing you bare without a word he climbed into his bed the covers being lifted for you this still felt a little weird, to intimate none the less you slipped into bed your back to his chest.

A breath was sucked in through your nose as he laid an arm over you curling around your waist to bring you closer his nose nestled in your hair your face growing warm as you felt his cock against you the organ half hard. "The things you do to me." His tired gruff voice whispered against your ear sending shivers down your spine, there was something about having his strong naked body pressed up against yours and the possessive hold he had on you. Your mind went blank your hair was moved from your neck a kiss was pressed there the kiss was followed by an eager tongue that followed your life vein, his movements were slow and tender Secondo's hand drifted down along your naked body until it rested between your legs his skilled fingers finding your clit making you gasp his name.

A grin curved its way onto his face now this he could do, he could be in control Secondo's clean face smothered into your neck as his pointer and middle fingers slipped inside of you arching up making your hips arch back making to ass press against his now erect cock his fingers moving slowly inside of you at first then speeding up to bring you to another orgasm. Just when you thought he was done Secondo pushed his hips forward rubbing his cock against your wet lips. "Squeeze my cock with your thighs baby." 'Baby' the word made your heart flutter as you dod as he asked squeezing your thighs closed and making the Emeritus gasp his hips bucking before finding a rhythm fucking your thighs while his hands wandered along your body until one took claim to your neck making you look him in the eyes his other rolled your clit overstimulating your poor body.

A kiss is pressed to your lips as you both cum together his seed decorating your sex and thighs. Once you both had come down from your highs Secondo changed the sheets and blankets, cleaning yourselves up which turned into a quickie in the shower by the time you both hit the bed you were exhausted, this time you faced each other soft kisses being shared you never knew a side like this could exist within this man one last lip-smacking kiss and the two of you fell asleep.

You were awoken by the sound of an alarm that was not yours the room was still dark aside from the few little rays of morning sunlight that managed to get past the black-out curtains grumbling to turn into the warm body that was next to you as a heavy hand turned the alarm off. "Buongiorno." Secondo's groggy voice spoke a hand rubbing one of his eyes watching as you sat up seeing a few bruises from the night before decorating your skin, a mark. "We have to get ready." You yawned your voice groggy. "Wait- fuck I don't have any clothes here aside from-."

You looked at yesterday's clothing. "Could always dress in mine sorella." The Emeritus smirked as he stood up. "Please, I would vanish in your clothes." He shrugged before getting washed up, you following redressing in yesterday's clothes as much as you hated it you couldn't exactly run around the Ministry naked. He left first and then you after a few minutes had passed so things wouldn't look too obvious that was when you saw Copia, smiling you rushed past a few siblings to catch up with the Cardinal.

"Hey, you!." You greeted him with a smile, one that he returned after his initial shock and nonsensical noises. "B-Buongiorno sister!" He greeted back trying hard to keep calm, cool, and collected so you wouldn't notice the light dusting of red on his cheeks as you walked together. "I heard Papa is coming back from his tour today." "Sì Sì he is, it won't be as quiet around here when Terzo gets back." You chuckled shaking your head.

"Oh come on he's not that bad- well okay maybe he is but hey the quietness will be gone." You tried to sound optimistic though you both knew as soon as Terzo got back he would bring all his dramatics with him. Copia looked at you from the corner of his eye trying to figure out how you were so- calm knowing that just a few days ago he was- inside you and you calling out his name, the thoughts hit that man like a ton of bricks his biretta being pulled from atop his head and held in front of him attempting to hide his shame while he walked with you silently. You tapped his arm almost sending the cardinal into a heart attack his eyes wide.

You arched a brow chuckling. "You're jumpy today, anyway this is where we have to part ways." Copia watched as you nodded to Secondo's office. "Ah!, sì sì sì of course of course I will see you, later at lunch yes?." You giggled which made his face redder. "Of course Copia, you better hurry you know how Sister hates to be kept waiting." The Cardinal nodded watching as you vanished into the office a sign passing his lips. "See you... mi amore." Copia whispered staring at the door for a few minutes longer before heading off, stopping by the restroom first to take care of himself the last thing he needed was for Sister to see him with a boner.

Getting into the restroom he hurried to one of the back stalls closing and locking it quickly he couldn't waste any time in fear that one of the siblings could walk in hiking the bottom of his cassock up to his midsection gloved hands unbuckling his belt and pulling the zipper one glove being pulled off. Taking a seat on the toilet, spitting into his non gloved hand before wrapping it around his erection mismatched eyes closing as he pumped his fist along his length picturing that it was your hand jerking him off.

Copia's mind fell back to that night where you'd 'helped him' how your throat felt, your tongue-. The Cardinal paused in mid-stroke as he heard the door open a couple of siblings talking about the return of Papa, Copia rolled his eyes as he grabbed his biretta biting down on it as he jerked himself quicker he could just picture you there on his lap bouncing on his dick your lovely cries of pleasure, the feel of your weight coming down onto his lap the bounce of your beautiful tits biting harder he came, his seed landing on the floor.

Once he got his bearings Copia cleaned up his mess and fixed himself up his making himself presentable before leaving and heading to Nihil's office to start his duties for him and Sister, the Cardinal was confused upon opening the door seeing Nihil, Sister Imperator, Primo and Sister Gemma all together. "Ah- hello there?." Copia spoke as Imperator turned around clapping her hands together. "Cardinal just in time! we have some excellent news, now we are waiting on only one other-." There was a knock at the door. "Ah!, shes here!." All turned to the door it was none other than- you, you walked into the door seeing all the eyes on you. "Hi?." You squeaked out coming to stand next to Copia who stood a bit straighter looking back to the group.

"You called for me Sister?." You asked giving a smile and waving at Primo who waved back. "Yes, I did you see." Imperator motioned towards Gemma. "It finally happened, Sister Gemma is with child." Both Primo and Nihil's chests puffed in pride, Nihil the fact his son knocked his Prime Mover up and Primo because he'd finally have his own little one running around, he'd save his worries for another day this day was one for celebration Primo took Gemma's hand in his a kiss pressed to her knuckles looking lovingly at her Primo's free hand resting on her midsection. "And that is why I called you in Sister," Imperator spoke her hands resting behind her back. "I am assigning you to Sister Gemma to assist her throughout her pregnancy." You were shocked it took you a minute to find your words. "What about Secondo?."

"He's a big boy, he can do his paperwork, now that things have slowed down a little." That meant you would be apart from him for quite some time you would be moved to the East Wing dorms, Gemma parted from Primo moving to take your hands in her own. "Sister, I appreciate this as I appreciate you and trust you the most I am excited to have you by our sides." You couldn't help but smile Gemma was always so nice even when you were a kid the amount of scrapes knees and arms she's kissed and made better was uncountable, Sister Gemma honestly was like a real sister. You gave her hands a light squeeze. "Thank you, it is truly an honor."

"Now with that being said." Imperator started. "About your housing, since that part of the Ministry will soon be under renovations you will be rooming with the Cardinal." Both you and Copia choked on your saliva at the same time. "What?." You both spoke in unison. --To be continued-- Tag List: @thesoundresoundsecho , @xpapaemeritus

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emeritus-fuckers masterlist (humans)

Multicharacter (more than 3 characters)

"Papas" post all include Papa I, II, III, IV as well as young and old Nihil unless otherise specified.

Papas comforting you after a heartbreak during your birthday party headcanonsil)

What would the Papas (+Sister Imperator) dress up as for Halloween?

Papas reacting to their s/o messing up an Italian pet name

Papas comforting their depressed s/o (headcanons + drabble)

Rainy days in bed with the Papas (headcanons)

Papas dealing with their s/o's baby fever (headcanons)

Yandere Papas with a shy s/o

Papa's reacting to their s/o singing another Papa's song (headcanons, young Nihil excluded)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys listening to their heartbeats

Papas when their s/o wants to learn more about their hobbies

Papas comforting a dysphoric trans-masc reader (headcanons)

Papas and their weddings (headcanons)

Yandere Papas (+ Sister Imperator) with a yandere darling

Yandere Papas with an angel darling

Yandere vampire Papas (old and young Nihil merged into one)

Papas with an s/o who enjoys sucking on their nipples (headcanons)

Papas being called an Italian stallion by their s/o

Yandere Papas with a darling who's already in a relationship (headcanons)

A kink for every Papa

Papas and safewords

Papas with a drag performer s/o

Papas with an afab s/o who gets horny during ovulation (headcanons)

Papas self-harm comfort (headcanons)

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Papas with a darling who has extreme health anxiety

Papas self-harm comfort mini drabbles

Papas and Sister Imperator comforting their s/o after the loss of their father (link to be added)

Papas with an s/o who walks with a cane due to a bum ankle (link to be added)

Papas getting wrongly accused of cheating (link to be added)

Papas and Sister Imperator with an accident prone s/o (link to be added)

Papas with an S/O who gets angry easily (Link to be added)

Character exclusive content

Primo

„Butterflies” ♡ Primo x reader oneshot (fluff)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Primo's love for gardening (headcanon)

Younger Primo headcanons

Cardinal Primo and an ex-catholic s/o (headcanons)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (for link see Primo's master list)

Kissing Primo's tummy after a ritual (fluff drabble) (for link see Primo's master list)

Secondo

“Black Wedding” ♡ Secondo x female Reader (yandere)

„Husbandly duties” ♡ Secondo x pregnant reader oneshot (smut)

Secondo x gn!reader NSFW headcanons

Secondo's hair (headcanon)

Secondo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Soft Secondo headcanons

Yandere Secondo headcanons

Secondo with a chronically ill s/o (headcanons)

Secondo with a plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Secondo with an s/o who overworks themselves (headcanons)

Cardinal Secondo with an ex-Catholic s/o

Secondo taking his darling's virginity (headcanons)

Fluffy Secondo headcanons

House husband Secondo concept

Secondo's piercings (headcanons, includes a picture of male genitalia)

Secondo SA comfort drabble (TW: mentions of sexual assault.) (link to be added)

Secondo hypnosis kink (yandere hc under the cut TW:Dub-con) (link to be added)

Terzo

„Love Story” ♡ Terzo x f!Reader oneshot (fluff to angst to yandere)

“Cirice” ♡ Terzo x afab!Reader oneshot (yandere)

Terzo's first time with a virgin s/o (headcanons)

Terzo and a gn!painter s/o (established relationship, sfw and nsfw mixed up)

Terzo and his s/o in a haunted house

Yandere Terzo taking his s/o's virginity (headcanons)

What would slow dancing with Terzo feel like?

Hopeless romantic Terzo headcanons

Terzo and consensual somnophilia headcanons

Terzo with a cardiophile s/o (headcanons)

(Slight)DDLG Yandere Terzo headcanons

Yandere Terzo and Omega throuple headcanons

Terzo as a dad headcanons

Copia

“Player 3 loading...” ♡ Copia x gn!afab!Reader oneshot (fluff)

Copia with an awkward, easily flustered s/o (headcanons)

Drunk Copia and the Grammi celebration (headcanons)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons

Face paint date with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Dancing in the rain with Copia (oneshot/drabble)

Copia with an s/o who loves being overstimulated (headcanons)

Dracopia headcanons

Copia with an insecure plus sized s/o NSFW headcanons

Copia as a dad headcanons (link to be added)

Comfort after losing a loved one headcanons - Primo, Copia, Mountain, Swiss, Sodo, Rain and Cumulus (link to be added)

Nihil

“Tattoo” ♡ Old Papa Nihil x female!Reader (smut)

Old Papa Nihil birthday fluff (headcanons + oneshot)

Old Papa Nihil with a tipsy s/o (oneshot)

Self-care day with old Papa Nihil and Primo (headcanons)

Old Papa Nihil and Swiss comfort headcanons

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Fatherhood (headcanon, angst)

A short compilation of Nihil misinterpreting stuff (includes both old and young)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both old and young)

Papa Nihil's reaction to his s/o's depressive episode (includes old and young)

Old Nihil headcanons (Link to be added)

A drabble of Young Nihil fucking up again… (Link to be added)

Sister Imperator

Sister Imperator NSFW headcanons (applying to both young and old)

Threesome with (young) Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil headcanons (afab reader)

Yandere Copia and Sister Imperator headcanons (includes both young and old)

Watching movies with Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet (headcanons, includes both young and old)

Sister Imperator general headcanons

Father Jim Defroque

Father Jim DeFroque NSFW headcanons

Headcanons about Father Jim DeFroque (SFW and NSFW mixed)

More Father Jim Defroque headcanons (link to be added)

Yandere Father Jim Defroque headcanons

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque (oneshot/drabble)

Father DeFroque's pet lashing out because of drug addiction

Father Jim DeFroque and Sister Imperator punishing their pet

Yandere Father Jim DeFroque with a darling from the Ministry

Getting fucked in church by Father Jim Defroque (drabble?)

Father Jim Defroque's kinks (link to be added)

Other headcanons (mostly world-building)

When were the Papas + Sister Imperator born? (theory/headcanons)

The "Would that make Primo sad?" rule

Wholesome Emeritus Brothers headcanons (mostly Primo being a wonderful parent to his brothers)

Creepy Twins headcanons

Protecting children (headcanon)

Two Ministries (headcanon)

Nihil's sons and their reaction to his health problems

The Ghenis™

How does the Ministry function? Headcanon (link to be added)

#ghost band #ghost bc #ghost #ghost band x reader #ghost bc x reader #ghost x reader #papa nihil #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus iv #papa emeritus ii #papa emeritus i #sister imperator #father jim defroque

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