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Naughty Presents: Papa Emeritus I x AFAB!Reader

Summary: During the holidays Primo isn't as busy taking care of his dear flowers, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to ensure that you are taken care of.

Words: 6K

Warnings: smut, minors DNI, use of sex toys (sucker, dildo, bullet vibrator, bunny vibrator, cuffs and nipple pincers), edging, orgasm denial, slight roleplay (just a bit), cunnilingus, afab! reader, p in v action, grinding, over stimulation, uncomfortable possition, aftercare, bad translated Italian.

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Author's note: First day of the XXXMas at the Ministry series, a wonderful collab involving @ghulehunknown, @molly-ghuleh, @bupia and myself. Please stay tunned for their stories comming the following days, I will update this here story as they post so you can go read. Extra thanks to @bupia for her amazing job on the graphics that come along these fics, absolutely stunning.

It is peaceful. December in the Abbey has always been. The view from your room is pure bliss. Untouched white snow covering the gardens, the small lights from the streetlamps casting a warm tone to it, almost like clouds when the sun sets. At a distance you observe the greenhouse, the place where your amore spends most of his time, that is when he isn’t covering you with kisses and adoring your body. It feels melancholic now. There isn’t much to do now for him now and you know he is eager to return to his duties, his green thumb burning with desire to plant and to take care of his beloved flowers once again.

He has always had a gentle touch, putting all of himself into the things that he loves, his brothers, his flowers, you… Now that the holiday season has begun, Primo has come up with a plan to take care of il suo fiore preferito.

Sitting next to the window, very close to your bedroom chimney, you hear a shuffle. You had expected for Primo not to return for at least a couple more hours, having absented himself saying that he had an urgent meeting with his brothers about the New Year’s party. Maybe it is your imagination playing games with you, maybe you are hearing the crackling of the fire and falling asleep. You certainly feel tired, feeling too comfy in the pillow and blanket fort you have made for yourself. The warm silence fills the room once again and you close your eyes briefly. You begin drifting off to sleep without even noticing it.

The image of Primo pops in front of you almost instantly in your mind, and you feel the outside warmth spreading inside of you, making you blush as he stares at you lovingly. He is so handsome, you think. His shinny long white hair falling free over his face and shoulders, his painted face offering the warmest of smiles. Primo gets closer to you, enveloping your form into his, caressing your back with his long and skilled hands, slowly descending to your butt. He kisses your face, every inch of it and starts to travel to your neck, kissing your pulse as a moan escapes your lips while you feel his pressure on top of you. His kisses become more fervent, more desperate and you cannot avoid gripping the back of his shirt. You can feel him so clearly, his heat, his fragrance, — a mixture of his favourite tea and the herbal flowery scent that follows him everywhere he goes — his mouth leaving hickeys all over and then his sharp canines are biting into you with force, making you gasp and wake.

You jolt awake and a pair of hands grab your sides gently.

“Mio sole, are you okay?” Primo stands right in front of you, just as he had been in your dream. His hair falling in the exact same places, the same warm and content smile lighting up the dimness of the room. You wonder if you this is still a dream, but Primo grips your sides with more force as a response of your silence and you know this is the real deal.

“I am fine, caro. I just had a bit of a weird dream…” You confess with tiredness in your voice.

“Davvero? Would you like to tell me about it?” Primo asks, and a slight blush creeps to your cheeks. “Cuore mio, I heard your moans… I thought you were having fun without me, and that cannot be.” He smirks showing his teeth and the slight blush turns into a full-on red face.

“Well… It wasn’t without you…” You look at him, biting your lower lip.

“Ah.. now I am intrigued. Perhaps you might want to tell me while you open your presents?” You blink and see a lustful glint in Primo’s green eye.

“What’s this about? Dear, it is not even Christmas yet.” The question falls on deaf ears as Primo extends his hand for you to take.

You rise from your seat, leaving the comfort of your nest to follow your lover. His hand takes yours gently, rubbing his thumb over the top in a calming motion. There is nothing to fear, you know for sure, you trust Primo with your body and soul.

“Close your eyes, mio sole.” He says and you obediently oblige. “That’s it, amoruccio. Let me lead you and in the meantime, tell me about this dream of yours sì?” A couple of hands grab your sides to guide you, hands you would let do anything and everything to you…

“Well, it was nothing out of the ordinary…” Primo hums “you were kissing me, touching me all over…” He taps your hip, signaling you to continue “and then you bit me with force, probably making me bleed, but the pain felt… nice? Like it added to the general pleasure, you know?” You hear a small laughter coming from him, he is not mocking you, but there is something funny going on, probably related to your surprise, so you just hold your question for a bit longer.

With a few more steps you feel your surroundings changing. You are still in your shared apartment but you are changing rooms. Primo’s hands go up and down your sides reassuringly, and you giggle ticklishly.

“Mio sole, mi dispiace, please could you wait here for a moment?”

“Of course, caro.” You say, eyes still closed.

Primo moves away from you and you already miss him. You hear shuffling, rustling and clicking, which suddenly turns you into a ball of pure nervousness. ‘What is he up to?’ you think. The image you see with your close eyelids suddenly turns orange, and then you see orbs of light dancing around. You know where you are now, the clear image of your living room appears in your mind, the long green velvety sofa, the dark brick chimney, the tall bookshelves full of books and the enormous Christmas tree situated in the middle of the room.

From a distance Primo calls your name, telling you to open your eyes and once again you oblige. The sight you encounter is nothing short of mouth opening. Everything is exactly as you had pictured it but for all of the new details in front of the tree. Primo is there, dressed in a red Santa Claus outfit, without the beard that is as his makeup graces his beautiful aging features. But everything else is on point: the hat, the suit, the leather boots and gloves, he looks fantastic! That’s not the only thing that catches your attention though. He is seated on a chair you have never seen before, it almost looks like a throne, and around it there are several presents wrapped in beautiful paper, all of them decorated with neatly handmade bows.

Your mouth opens at the sight. You are no stranger to get surprises from Primo, but this is something else.

“What-What is this?” Words fail you, you are too in shock to speak properly and Primo gives you a low chuckle.

“I was in a festive mood and thought of a way to thank you for being you, so incredibly amazing and perfect you.” The blush returns to you once more. “Come close, Primo Claus has some presents for you.” You almost cannot process what is going on, but instinctively put a foot in front of the other and get before him. “Come on, sit on my lap and tell Primo Claus how naughty you have been this year.” He says with a low tone and you blink several times, raising your brow incredulously and pressing your lips together, trying not to laugh. This is so out of character for him, which does not mean that it is not turning you on like hell. In fact, you can feel the wetness of your core staring to be bothering, your previous dream started the fire and now you feel like you are going up in flames.

The glint in Primo’s gaze is even stronger now, undressing you as if you were a present yourself, so neatly wrapped and ready to be teared up bit by bit. Agonizingly slow you sit down, holding Primo’s gaze as you do so, not intending to be the only one that is going to suffer tonight. You finally sit on his lap and wiggle a bit, trying to find a comfortable position, or that’s the lie you tell Primo when he asks you to stop teasing and that’s when you feel him already half hard under you. Once settled, Primo speaks:

“Okay, mio sole. Tell me, have you been good or naughty this year?” Trying to hold your laughter, you rise a hand and put it covering your mouth as if you were thinking very hard about it.

“Oh, Primo Claus, I think I have been very naughty this year…” You confess, your tone slow and sensual, trying to tease him as much as he is teasing you.

“Davvero? Tell me. What naughty things have you done this year?” Primo asks raising a hand and grabbing your chin so you don’t advert our gaze as you speak.

“Well, you see, my partner is a very horny old man and so we have done it everywhere, and I mean everywhere: the kitchen, the bedroom, this same living room in different areas, the bathroom, the closet, the gardens, the classrooms, the chapels, the confessional booths, his office, in some corridors as well…” As you continue your list, you feel Primo’s breath deepen, his heart beating faster and his cock getting harder.

“I get it, but lucky for you, Primo Claus does not reward people who have been nice, I reward naughty people… I get them as many presents as their horny hearts might desire. But you, amore, you are a special case because I want to try all these presents with you, right now.” There it is, that is what all of this was about, but you cannot complain. In fact, you are eager to follow along. The only proof that you need to know that you are going to enjoy this is Primo’s almost erect cock pressing on your butt.

“Really? Presents? For me?” You question with and innocent tone and doe eyes.

“Of course, I couldn’t leave my amore without presents…” Primo says as he leans down and grabs a medium size package, handing it to you with a toothy grin. “Open it!”

With shaky hands you tear the paper, the butterflies in your stomach becoming more intense when the first present is revealed: a couple of red puffy handcuffs.

“Primo? What-?” The question dies on you as he suddenly puts his lips on top of yours, kissing you fervently, his tongue entering your mouth, taking advantage of your surprised expression. His hands go directly to your back, holding you in place and yours travel to the back of his neck, leaving the box over your lap, toying with his platinum locks as he greedily explores your mouth.

“Amore, these presents are not my gift to you. Today, my gift to you is immeasurable pleasure. You are going to cum over and over on top of me, and I am not going to stop until I know that you are completely and utterly satisfied.” Primo says as he parts from you, his voice a whisper against your lips, and you gulp hard. “Do you want that, mio sole?”

“I do, please, Primo… I want it all.” You breath and he hums.

“Bene” With haste, Primo takes the box from your lap and opens it, revealing a pair of cute puffy handcuffs. They are red, which you feel he choose because of the holidays, to pair with his outfit. Discarding the box to the side he holds your sides and motions for you to stand up. “This is the only time you are going to stand up until we finish with this amore…” The look on his eyes is of pure lust, if he was undressing you before, now he is fucking you with his gaze. “Be good, undress for me.” Primo says, spreading his legs so you can see the bulge on his pants.”

Without a word, every piece of clothing gets discarded to the floor. Primo groans as he looks at you, grabbing his crotch to offer some comfort to his aching cock. He was sure that he was going to be hard during the whole ordeal, but he didn’t take into account how the dominance of it all was going to make him so fucking desperate to fuck you. Today, however, is all about your pleasure. He will find a way later to ease the need.

In a couple of minutes you are completely bare before him, the heat from the chimney not doing much as your nipples get rock hard in the winter cold. Primo eyes you up and down, his chest rising and falling slowly. A few seconds later he motions for you to get close and resume your previous position on his lap. Once settled he shows you the cuffs, opens them and lets you touch them.

“I want this to be pleasurable for you, my dear. If you don’t feel good or you want me to stop, please let me know, sì?” You nod with a smile, trying to look calm but you can feel yourself vibrating. The feeling of Primo’s hand on your back, the texture of the velvety suit all over your naked body and his breath hitting your neck are driving you insane. And he hasn’t done anything to you! “Arms back, amore, I am going to cuff you up.” Obediently, your hands are set comfortably at the low of your back, almost touching your ass. The cuffs restrain your movements but you don’t feel them tight, they are quite nice actually, the synthetic hair that covers them softens the rigidness of the metal and you appreciate that Primo has chosen this pair in particular. “Now that you are tied up you cannot open your presents, so I hope you don’t mind if I do it for you?” Primo asks with a grin.

“It is okay… I don’t mind.” It comes out in a whisper, almost out of breath as your chest rises and falls in anticipation. The power that he holds right now is making you feel so vulnerable, so small under him, but you love it.

Primo grabs another present, a bit larger this time. Setting it on your lap and tearing the paper. This time the present is a clitoral sucker. There is no pause as he gets the second toy out of its box.

“Papa, those toys come without charge, you know that right?” You ask teasingly.

“Good thing then that I charged every single one of them before I wrapped them, huh amoruccio?” ‘He is really committed, dear Satanas’ you think. ‘There is no escape from this one.’

Without warning he starts kissing your neck, licking that same spot you had dreamed about minutes earlier, now feeling absolutely real. His tongue is so hot, so wet and you regret having your hands tied up as you cannot touch him at all. As best as you can you wiggle to get closer to his body but he stops kissing you.

“Sì, be naughty if you want your present my love…” You face finds the crook of his neck and suddenly a click sound makes you jump slightly. With his free hand, Primo parts your legs and makes you recline slightly so he can have better access to your already dripping cunt. “Stay still.” You turn slightly to see the humming toy approach the place where you need it most. Your forehead is pressed against Primo’s neck, the anticipation building your arousal until he places the sucker to your clit.

The vibrations shake you instantly, the pressure to your clit immediately traveling through your entire body. Your legs feel like gelatin and you know you won’t be able to hold your first orgasm for long. The intense tightening of your abdomen getting more and more difficult to handle as the sucker deals with the bundle of pure lust in between your legs.

“Caro, please, if you don’t stop- ah- I am- I- am going to cum so fast, please… AH-” The scorching heat inside of your dreads to escape so quickly but Primo grabs your side, the feeling of the leather soothing you but doing nothing you alleviate the tension building up inside of you.

“I need to cum, Primo, please, let me cum, don’t take it away, please…”

“That cannot be, we have so many things to try… This was only the appetizer…” As the sentence is finished he takes the sucker from your clit, making you launch yourself forward seeking the contact of it. Gently, Primo holds you and leaves the toy on the floor, grabbing another package. You pant, the air does not stay in your lungs for long and Primo chuckles. “So worked up already huh? Hope you can take all my presents mio sole…”

Slowly, tearing up the paper once more of an even larger package, the third present is revealed before your eyes: a vibrating wand. Your mouth waters, the aching in your core needing it desperately and involuntarily your hips thrust forward, but you cannot move that much more being as restrained as you are. No words are uttered this time, Primo knows what you need and he is going to give it you. Once it is on, he gets the wand closer to your core, not touching it, but looking at it you can feel the vibrations all through you.

“Primo, please. I need it. Please, per favore, make me cum…” You shift slightly, rubbing his erect member, teasing as much as you can so he gives it to you already, but the plan doesn’t go as planned when he withdraws the toy from the proximity of your core.

“I told you to be naughty, not a teaser my dear. In the end, I am the one bestowing these gifts to you, you need to treat me good, sì?” Tears form in your eyes and you nod.

“Yes, I am sorry, I’ll be good.”

“Davvero? Then moan for me, my love…” Suddenly, the wand is pressed against your clit without a warning. The vibrations stronger than before, the tightening in your abdomen quickly approaching as you moan for your lover.

“Primo, ah- ah- fuck! So good! Don’t stop please, don’t- I- I am going to cum! Please keep-keep going, ah- fuck, fuck, fuck-”

“Do it for me my dear, cum now for your Papa…” and oh Satanas, you do, so hard. Your whole body spams on top of him and you involuntarily rub your ass against his hardness, making him moan as well. “Cazzo, my love, that was powerful… you feel so good on top of me, fuck!”

Trying to regain your breath, Primo turns off the toy and leaves it next to the sucker. Immediately after another package is on his hands while you try to compose yourself back.

“This is a special one, we haven’t tried something like this before, but you are going to look so good with it on…” He says, breaking the paper on top of your lap once more.

The toy in front of you is not familiar to you, but the form tells you everything you need to know. The picture in the box shows a necklace supporting two chains that end on some type of pincers, and you blush instantly. He takes it out and puts the velvety choker around your neck as if it were the most beautiful diamond necklace. Then, he grabs the two pincers and shows them to you.

“These won’t hurt, but if you feel too uncomfortable, please, let me know.”

“Okay…” You say in a low tone, almost embarrassed of how easily Primo can make you tremble so much while being so gentle with you.

“MMMMMMMMM!!!” you hiss from the contact in pleasure as he pinches one of your nipples, rubbing your core against his leg in response, coating it all with your juices. His eyes go wide open, he had never heard you moan like that. Then, he goes for the other and now you scream from how the pinch-y feeling on your very sensitive nips is making you want to choke on Primo’s cock. The pressure feels so nice against your swollen nips, but you need so much fucking more. You continue rubbing yourself on the velvety fabric of Primo’s pants, chasing your pleasure once again. Primo lets you move briefly, the chains around your chest and your reddened nipples have him hypnotized, how they hug your body, how the metal slaps your skin and gets stuck where you are sweating. The beads of sweat mixing with the shinning metal and the swollen and slightly bruised skin, all that combined with your desperate motions and sounds…. he wants to fuck you senseless, no, he needs it. You are his present and you just got a nice little bow to go along how fucking sinful you look right now. His cock rubs slightly against your ass and he doesn’t stop you this time, he needs some type of relief, but he doesn’t want to be greedy. This is entirely about you, he remembers, so he reconsiders and grabs your shoulders, stopping you instantly.

“Cuore mio, as much as I would like to fuck you until you could not move for a few days, e credimi, lo voglio, cazzo… This is about you…”

He is so cute, he really wants to prioritize your pleasure, but you have other plans. You don’t really want to do have all the fun alone, even if he is the one administrating your pleasure, Christmas is about sharing after all.

“Give me another present, I crave it. I need to cum again… Primo please…”

“Peccaminoso Satana, I am going to give you everything you need…” Primo grabs present number five and tears the paper without hesitation. This time it is a normal bullet vibrator.

“This one is just to get you ready for the rest, love, we won’t be using it as much…”

As Primo gets the vibrator closer to your opening you cannot avoid the shiver that runs through your spine. The over stimulation of your first orgasm still sending waves of pleasure and spasms all over your body. Involuntarily, trying to avoid the contact with the toy, you wiggle backwards on Primo’s lap. Noticing your sudden attempt to flee he tightens his grab around you, keeping you in place.

“Love, you have to be brave. It was only one orgasm… I know by experience that you can give me more. Per favore, permettimi di farti venire…” There is no need for you to understand what he is saying because you know and your core twitches in delight, the over stimulation from before turning once again into the need to be filled and taken care of. So, silently you buckle your hips forward once more to the same position as before, your cuffed hands pressing on Primo’s thigh, making him shiver under you. He is so desperate for any type of pressure that the sightless touch from his amore makes him jump.

Accepting your fate, you fold your knees and spread your legs open, letting your cunt free for Primo to see. From his position, he can see your folds glistening, your clit engorged and red and your entrance so deliciously looking, so ready to be fucked. Primo licks his lips, he is so thirsty for you, he just wants to put his face between your legs and eat you out like the most delicious Christmas feast. Then, he catches you looking at him with puppy eyes, you have been left there waiting, how rude of him, he couldn’t never deny you anything.

Primo opens his legs slightly so your butt leans on the more than spacious throne’s cushion, which makes you fall back, but thankfully Primo’s gloved hand pushes on your back slightly, placing itself on the broad of it. When he looks at you for confirmation for him to continue you nod, and he guides the bullet dildo to your entrance. When it finally goes in, it opens your folds with a wet sound that makes you moan. The toy isn’t specially big, but its coldness, the pressure on your nipples and your previous orgasm makes it feel so fucking good. Primo follows a rhythmic pattern in and out, in and out, your core sucking in the toy with ease… maybe too much ease. You need something much bigger, Primo thinks, something that opens you up just like his cock does.

With a pop sound, Primo gets the dildo out of you and in return you mewl sweetly, begging for its return. You are so horny, all this teasing, this denial, the anticipation and even the slight feeling of despair, it is making you so fucking horny. You just want to be fucked over and over and over and over.

As if reading your mind, Primo gets another present, the biggest yet. He catches you looking at it and rises the still wrapped package. As he does so, you take notice of a folded piece of the wrapping paper that hangs loosely. Straightening your back and using only your teeth, you grab the paper and go down, tearing it open with your mouth. Primo observes attentively, his aching cock more and more in need of attention. Waves of memories come back to him of you using your mouth so sweetly and skillfully on his leaking shaft. He thanks the Dark Lord every single day for bringing you into his life, filling every single aspect of his life with your light and your warmth, you are his sole after all, and he will ache for you forever.

The next present is a bunny vibrator, also red, Primo has really committed to the holiday theme. Your mouth waters, so ready to feel what Primo has to offer. As a token of your appreciation you kiss him, hot and sloppily, trying not to fall from your position and he reciprocates eagerly. Every movement you do, every look, every moan it is driving him closer to the edge, and now… this…

While kissing you, he positions the dildo to your entrance, getting the clitoral vibrator also in its place. When he turns it on you moan in his mouth, clenching your hands on his thigh, feeling the waves of shock on your swollen clit. Primo takes the chance of your open mouth to bite your bottom lip and enter you with the dildo at the same time and, oh, you could die right there and then and thank Satan for this wonderful gift of lust.

“FUCKING HELL, PRIMO! l-love! It is so good! ah, mmmm” You scream once he let off your lip. The wet sounds of your walls sucking the dildo are music to Primo’s ears. This is exactly what he wanted and yet… he feels like a fucking selfish bastard for wanting you to make those sounds because of his cock, not some toy. The whole point of this was to pleasure you, but he can do that himself. Now he feels a bit distraught, so he is not going to stop until you beg to be fucked by him, no matter how long it takes.

He doesn’t know, but that is what you want as well, you love how he is making you feel, how much he cares about your pleasure, but you also need him so deep inside you. “Aah, ah, ah, AGH AGH!” You scream with each pound into your core, every thrust deeper than the last. It doesn’t get as deep as Primo’s dick, but it is doing its job nonetheless.

“I am going to cum, holy shit, fuck, fuck, Primo-” He is about to loose it, your ass is grinding his cock, and he might cum just because of that. “Please, oh shit, oh fuck, fuck me, please fucking fuck me I need your cock, fuck!” You almost cry, the chains on your chest hitting your sweaty chest, your arms starting to go numb, it is all too much.

“I need to fuck you too, mio sole. But be good, cum for me first, sì? I want to see your pussy clenching this fucking toy mhm? Think it is my cock, then I will give you the real deal.” The need for him to fuck you sends you into a powerful orgasm, one that Primo guides with the toy, putting more pleasure on your clit, making you even squirt all over his pants.

“Cuore mio, così fottutamente peccaminoso, ti scoperò finché non lo farai intorno al mio cazzo.” He whispers with a grave voice that makes you dizzy. You are spent, your orgasm hitting you so hard that you even regret slightly having asked Primo for more, because as you begin to breath normally once again he picks you up as best as he can and sits you on the throne. Not only that, but he unleashes your hands for a second before asking you to rise them over your head. With your limbs hurting you do as he says, grabbing the top part of the throne, and right there Primo locks your hands together again with the pink cuffs. Once you are settled, you observe a couple of unopened presents around you. Wow, you are really THAT horny for each other, huh?

“I need to see you, see the mess that you have made just for me…” Your legs hurt, everything hurts, but the need for Primo wins every single time. As best as you can you spread your legs open, letting them hang over the armrests of the throne. There, he sees your beautiful cunt, swollen, glistening with your release and he kneels there, smelling your juices. He is so fucking hard, but first he needs this, he needs his mouth on you, to taste how sweet your nectar is.

Primo dives right in, his hands at each of your legs, supporting your effort. His hooked nose bruises your clit in the most delicious way, and even if your body feels so tired, with a couple of licks from his skilled tongue you can feel the tightness in your belly starting to build up again. He drinks from you, his face pure lust as he looks at you, lost in your own pleasure, and you wonder how he is holding without touching his erection. He won’t strain from his path, right now being lost in your perfectly sweet cunt.

“Love, please, I need you buried inside of me, give me your cock, scoparmi… per favore, caro…” He needs nothing more. As a man possessed, Primo gets up on his feet and with a dark look starts to work on his pants, still drenched with your arousal and his paints messed from your juices, some of them probably staining your thighs and folds. A satisfied moan escapes his lips as the air of the room hits his cock. Right then you realize how bad he must feel. His dick is so red and swollen, the precum drenching his whole length, glistening like a melting popsicle waiting for a hungry mouth to suck on it.

“Quando lucifero creò il peccato della carne essi pensarono al tuo corpo e ai molti modi in cui poteva essere adorato. Sto per godermi di nuovo il suo dono come se fosse la prima volta, tutto per me.” He groans in quick Italian and you moan in return. You don’t understand a word but, by Satan, does it turn you on when he is so lost in his carnal desire that all that comes out is Italian praises and curses.

“Caro, please, please…”

“Come si desidera…” And with that he aligns himself, hissing from the contact with your cunt “Così fottutamente bagnato, così caldo…” and he goes in with a single motion, slowly, enjoying how your walls clench around his length. All the time he had been outside from you while you enjoyed your present it was killing him, he realizes that now. His place is inside of you, beside you, always with you, nowhere else.

He bottoms in, hitting your cervix on the first try.

“Fucking hell, dear Lucifer… please, oh, please!” You don’t know what you are asking for at this point.

“Dammi un altro, so che puoi farlo, un altro per il tuo Papa” Primo starts to move at a quick pace, he knows he isn’t going to take him long to become undone and he also knows you will be undone soon as well.

There are no words between you now, just pure horny nonsense and the sound of skin against skin, wet and hot and fucking pornographic. Your hands hurt, your knuckles turn white from the grip on the throne and your head goes backwards, your eyes following to the back of your head. Primo grabs your thighs and rises your lower part, your back arching in a very uncomfortable way, but you don’t mind, this way he has a better angle.

He knows how to fuck you so well and you take it the same way, the stretch of your walls making you scream his name over and over so you just open your mouth in awe and close your eyes, lost in pure bliss.

“C-cum for me, mio sole. I am so close too, so… fucking… agh… close.”

With that there is no way of stopping your impending climax, and you do, once again squirting violently around his length. Primo pumps in and out of you, getting his cock almost out of you with every single thrust as he reaches his own orgasm then, his cum mixing with your own release, ropes of his seed flying to your stomach and ever your chest.

“Cazzo! So fucking perfect for me, the- the most perfect creature in the entire world…fuck……..”

Once he is done, Primo falls forward, letting go of your legs but still inside of you, his length going soft. Both your breaths are uneven, you are specially tired after so many earth-shattering orgasms. Sleep catching up quickly with you even in your uncomfortable possition. When Primo takes notice of you almost falling asleep from pure exhaustion, he collects himself, sets you free and lets the chain around your chest fall to the ground, making you groan as thanks, coherent words impossible to be formed right now.

Gently, he grabs your naked form, pulls you to your feet and accompanies you to your shared bathroom where he draws a warm bath to clean you whole. The steam and the warmth calm your aching muscles, making you almost fall asleep right there, but Primo doesn’t let you. He washes you, every single sore part treated with the upmost care and you thank the very day you met him because he is the best present you could have ever gotten. Clearly, he thinks the same as he tucks you into bed, kissing your cheek, looking at you with such love and affection, wishing nothing more than to spend the rest of his life by your side.

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Italian translations:

amore: love

il suo fiore preferito: his favourite flower

mio sole: my sun

Davvero?: really?

Cuore mio: my heart

amoruccio: my little love

mi dispiace: I’m sorry

bene: good

e credimi, lo voglio, cazzo: and believe me, I fucking want that

peccaminoso Satana: sinful Satan

Per favore, permettimi di farti venire: Please, allow me to make you cum

così fottutamente peccaminoso, ti scoperò finché non lo farai intorno al mio cazzo: so fucking sinful, I am going to fuck you until you do that around my cock

scoparmi… per favore, caro: fuck me, please, dear

Quando Lucifero creò il peccato della carne essi pensarono al tuo corpo e ai molti modi in cui poteva essere adorato. Sto per godermi di nuovo il suo dono come se fosse la prima volta, tutto per me, sempre così buono per me: When Lucifer created the sin of the flesh they thought about your body and the many ways it could be adored. I am about to enjoy his gift once again as if it was the first time, all for me.

come si desidera: as you wish

così fottutamente bagnato, così caldo: so fucking wet, so hot

dammi un altro, so che puoi farlo, un altro per il tuo Papa: give me one more, I know you can do it, one more for your Papa

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Papa Headcanons - Valentine’s Day 💕

Rated PG-13 for implied adult themes!

Oh my goodness, it’s Valentine’s Day! How will your beloved celebrate with you?

~💘💝💘~

Primo

Gives you a beautiful bouquet of roses grown in his garden

Surprises you with herbal tea in bed while he makes you breakfast

He arranges for everyone in the Ministry to send a secret valentine to an assigned person, so you all get a cute card or treat

He’s surprisingly very into theming so he wears a red robe and mitre that day, and eats lots of pink foods

He gives everyone a single flower, even his least favorite ghoul

Says he has a nice surprise for you later; lit candles everywhere, your favorite snacks, a bubble bath, and some lingerie for…certain activities after you relax 🛁

Secondo

Also surprises you with breakfast in bed, complete with one of those silver covers that he flourishes as if you just got fancy room service

Packs your lunch for you that day with a cute little note which you proceed to keep in your wallet for a long time

He relieves you of your Sibling job duties a few hours early and arranges for you to have a massage done by the Ministry’s massage therapist

He arranges Valentines karaoke for the ghouls and siblings, the setlist being rock’s greatest love ballads and also some Celine Dion mixed in

Bakes you a cake (or whatever your fave dessert is) and decorates it with pink heart sprinkles

His final gift of the day is flowers with some very nice jewelry…and also a new lingerie set. He wants to see you in the set wearing the new jewelry he got you, saying it’s a gift for him too and he wants to admire it

Terzo

His penis. He gives you…his penis, wrapped in a bow. “Breakfast in bed, mm?” he’d say (don’t worry, he offers to go down on you too)

Okay, okay, he actually comes back with coffee, cigarettes, and Pop-Tarts

Has flowers sent to you while you’re both at work so you’ll think of him all day (so all your coworkers/the other Siblings see what an amazing boyfriend you have)

Encourages everyone to leave work early that day so “you can all go fuck each other!”

Orders sushi takeout (or whatever you want if you don’t like sushi but author happens to love it) and has made a whole setup of pillows and blankets on the floor for you to watch cute movies while you eat dinner and snacks

Gives you naughty conversation hearts and says you have to do whatever it tells you to…they’re instructions for bedding you later

Scatters rose petals all over the bedroom, lights candles so the room looks very romantic and promises to make love to you like never before

Copia

You wake up to utter chaos - a burning smell from the kitchen and rats running all over the place. “Eh, it was supposed to be a surprise…we’ll get takeout.”

But you’ve already DoorDashed pancakes for the pair of you, because somehow you knew he’d be too stressed to handle everything

He’s genuinely very excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day so he can go all out to show you just how much he cares about you

He decorates his office and room the day before - all pinks, reds, and purples with hearts everywhere

He gifts everyone in the Ministry a cute little paper valentine, like the kind you used to pass out in elementary school

Says cheesy but sweet things all day, like asking you to be his valentine, making puns like “bee mine buzzzzzz,” etc.

Smothers you in hugs and kisses

Wants to watch rom coms with you before going to bed that night, complete with themed snacks

He bought you matching V-Day underwear

Nihil

Gets you one of those generic heart shaped chocolate boxes from the drug store

He also leaves a very mushy, sentimental hallmark card on your nightstand

“Why do we need a special day? I love you everyday!”

He doesn’t arrange anything for the Ministry as a whole but he does make sure to do the bare minimum for his partner

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"The MountainDew make up you all want....or is it?"

Com don't do this to us (pls do it to us)

Oh it's gonna be....SOMETHING. I'm excited about it, which is never a good thing for you. A teaser under the cut, because I love you ♥

He wants to go home. To his greenhouse, and his plants, and his strays. He wants the smell of evergreen instead of gasoline, and he wants to rest.

There are moments where he feels alive again. Sitting up there at the start of a show. Hands on his sticks. Sock clad feet pressed to his pedals. Drums around him, in front of him, as grounding as earth itself.

Those few breaths before everything starts are his favorite. Charged. Heavy. The crowd amped up, waiting, suspended just before the first notes fall. He likes rest too. The joy. It’s pure, unadulterated. It’s easy to forget every other thing plaguing him when they’re in the middle of it.

And then, when it’s over, and they stand for bows, it crashes down again. He stands where he always did, but the ghouls around him are different now. And he loves them, all of them, he does.

But it’s not the same. He’s not over the shock of seeing Copia where Terzo should be. Of seeing Dew with Ifrit’s guitar. He feels uprooted, toppled. He wishes it was easy for him. That he could just deal with it, go with the flow. Everyone else seems to be able to. Aether seems fine. Dew seems…better at least than he did. But Mountain is still stuck back on the night it all happened. Grappling with it.

So many things have changed since then and he doesn’t know how to accept them when he’s still standing in a dark hallway listening to Aether tell him what happened. Listening to Dew scream and rage in pain.

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 4

M/M, GEN (Ch 3 Here) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

Tags: Domestic Fluff, Commitment, Rom Com Energy, There's a Wedding, Secondo is Papa Emeritus, Gift Giving, The ghoul names are all messed up sorry it is for plot purposes, I can't have Fluff without some Angst sorry

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 4 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

Refusing the gift was an innocent decision. But tonight it felt personal.

The Satanic Church of the Void was populated mostly by humans, and therefore their wedding receptions followed the typical ebb and flow of drama and joy. There would be at least one person crying in the bathroom over someone else. Later on, maybe someone would trip over an errant step, or pull something from dancing too intensely. The bride’s bewildered family was already slipping table decorations into their handbags.

But the moon was perfectly at first quarter and the paper lanterns above gave a cozy glow over the entire courtyard. It was going to look fantastic in the pictures that nobody would go back to see.

Nihil had entrapped Copia in an excitable one-sided conversation about either plant emotions or the lost experimental recordings of Syd Barrett’s cousin’s next door neighbor that were perhaps too far out for modern society. Copia, well practiced in how to nod politely, discreetly read a book under the table.

Secondo and a few other magicians had created an impromptu Conclave meeting, a brooding theological discussion over cigars that was way too intense for the occasion.

Smiley baby Paul was in his glory, biting every unsuspecting family member he could before falling asleep in his mother’s arms.

Terzo watched most of this play out from the stage, occasionally striking up the band for a few numbers. He felt protected on his perch, although normally he would find a way to collect as many eager Siblings as possible for a raucous private “party” nearby. And some siblings all night had been attempting to get such a party started through a variety of tactics: staring at him through their wineglass, or lingering close to the stage suddenly deeply interested in the dance floor parquet or the lighting situation. He chose to ignore them, a rare action that surprised him.

There were a lot of things that surprised him about himself that evening. For one, the image of the couple standing united would not leave his mind. A crowd of people cheered them, celebrated them. Terzo felt a hungriness that he had no idea what could sate.

And the gift. His gift thoughtlessly chosen, and then politely declined. Refusing the gift was an innocent decision. But tonight it felt personal.

Marian appeared with a platter of hors d'oeuvres for the musicians. Alpha quickly grabbed it from her, pulling it up onto the stage and away. He paused, slightly offering some to Terzo. YOU FIRST, IF YOU WANT.

Terzo had his feet on the ground, leaning against the side of the stage, arms crossed. He had been feeling a combination of wistful and guilty this entire time, which ended up becoming a general sense of seasickness. He waved it all away. Alpha shrugged and dropped the platter on a stool, the rest of the ghouls drawing close. They snatched at the little appetizers, swallowing them under their masks toothpick and all.

Marian raised an amused eyebrow at them, then considered Terzo. “Wow, they can really tuck it away. Literally.”

Terzo shrugged. “They eat mostly for fun.”

“That so?” Marian frowned just thinking about it, then switched gears. “Did he like the gift?”

Terzo stared hard at the ground. “Didn't open it. Refused to open it.”

“Oh. Damn.” Marian blinked her eyes. She had been blinking them slowly this entire time and Terzo realized it was a desperate attempt to keep her makeup from running. She added, “Are you doing a speech later? At dinner?”

“Secondo didn't ask. He asked Copia, actually.”

“Damn,” Marian repeated. “That's…wow.”

A sudden tide of bitterness swept over him, and as usual he felt the compulsion to drag someone down in it with him. If he was going to feel this exposed, then there was going to be some collateral damage. “You and Copia have a lot in common, you know.”

Marian snorted. “Don't even…”

“You're both weirdly over-invested in Secondo,” said Terzo. “My brother’s had over half this room and nobody else is dabbing at their makeup about it.”

“Over-invested? Do I look—” Marian blinked furiously at him, her lips attempting to twist into a neutral expression. “Besides, I bet Copia’s mouth tastes like boot. Pass.”

Terzo cackled, a little too loud.

“Well I'm off to get drunk, if you want to join,” Marian announced as she straightened the cape of her vestments.

“With you? No thanks.”

Marian froze, her gaze sliding into his. She adjusted her biretta. “Get bent, your Eminence,” she said, then left.

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STILL CAN'T WAIT FOR THE TWENTY-FIRST? Omega’s eyes crinkled into a smile behind the mask. IT WILL BE WORTH THE WAIT. TRUST ME.

Dinner had been over for nearly an hour and the party was winding down in preparation for the wind up of after dinner drinks and debauchery. Terzo and Omega had slowly made their way to a far corner of the stone arcade surrounding the courtyard. They sat on the low wall there with their backs to the festivities, shielded by the stage itself. They took the opportunity to hold hands despite Terzo's glum restlessness.

“It frustrates me you can read my mind but I can't read yours,” muttered Terzo. His eyes searched the floor. His blood was still boiling over about the gift for some indeterminate reason. He crossed his legs, uncrossed them, then resorted to resting his head on the ghoul’s chest. That action seemed to calm him down.

Omega wrapped his arm around him, softly petting. THIS WEDDING IS DIFFICULT FOR YOU.

“Perhaps that's it.”

EVERY PATH IS DIFFERENT. SO FAR YOUR PATH HAS BEEN WONDERFUL. They were in a secluded enough spot that Omega lifted his mask slightly and brought his face down to kiss the top of Terzo’s head. BECAUSE IT LED YOU TO ME.

“Stop,” Terzo muttered.

WHY STOP?

“You're just…” Terzo felt a stabbing guilty pain in his heart as he looked up at the ghoul. “You're too good for me.”

NOT THIS AGAIN. The thought almost sounded like a grumble, the frustration amplified through Terzo’s anxious mind.

“The gift I picked for you doesn't compare. Doesn't measure up in any way.”

YOU HAVE EXTRA TIME NOW TO THINK ON IT.

Terzo let out a bitter laugh. “I won't. I'll wait until the last fucking minute and then just find something useless to solve the problem. Like always.”

Omega cleared his throat and Terzo met his eyes. They were their usual clear blue-grey, but in that moment they had an uncustomary hardness to them. Terzo waited for the reprimand.

STAND UP. Omega watched as Terzo obeyed. The ghoul guided the smaller man in between his legs and pulled him forward, nearly against his chest. Their eyes met. YOU TRUST ME, YES?

“I do,” Terzo murmured. “But I'm always a little afraid when you ask me that.”

I NEED TO KNOW FOR CERTAIN, THAT'S ALL. Omega brought one of Terzo’s hands in his own. He began slowly, almost teasingly slipping the glove off, finger by finger. He finished one hand, then brought it to the front of his mask, pressing it to the metal as if planting a kiss. NOW THE OTHER. He repeated the process with the left hand.

Terzo felt the leather slide across his skin, and his mouth parted as his breath hitched. His vision blurred, his face collapsing in a near ecstatic grimace. Blood rushed across his neck, down his legs as he let out a small unconscious groan. The ghoul removed the other glove and it felt like Terzo was now more bare before him than if he truly was naked. “What are you--” Terzo could barely catch his voice, and the low purr of Omega's breath behind his mask smothered his senses.

The ghoul gripped Terzo’s hands now, and brought them to the back of his own blackened neck, encouraging Terzo to slide them up under his mask. Terzo’s fingertips studied the firm muscles that quickly faded into the incorporeal essence bound by the metal mask. A black hole. The rim of his physical vessel.

Terzo knew ghouls had no head or skull to speak of, and Omega himself had bared all to him on several occasions. Under the mask it felt as if Terzo had dropped his fingers into a warm bath, except there was no feeling of wetness, just a strange static across his hands. In his mind’s eye he saw the bones of his hands, stark white against an infinite blackness, as articulated and intricate as paper cutouts. He heard Omega exhale deeply, watched his chest fall, and he felt the weight of his lover’s breath envelop his entire body like a blanket of calm.

WORDS ARE STRONGER THAN THINGS. AND IF WORDS WON'T COME, SHARE WHAT YOU FEEL.

Terzo’s eyes flicked from side to side. They were in the far corner of the arcade, concealed by the stage. He had thrilled himself before with erotic games, near misses and fumbling just outside the public eye. This felt even more intimate to him with just his hands under Omega’s mask. The ghoul breathed out again, and again Terzo sank into his miasma of affection.

He thought about the hands clasped and bound. He thought about cutting the ties, rising to their feet as one. For an instant afterward he thought about a moment in his childhood blurred by the decades that had passed. Crawling through darkness, his shoes tied around his neck so his feet and hands could feel their way. He remembered the thrill, of what he did not know. It was perhaps lost to him. There was the feel of papered wood, cold stones across his back—cold stones all around him, holding him secure, safe. He opened the wooden box and opened his heart.

There was an overarching fear, a hesitation. Omega gave Terzo’s waist a supportive squeeze. Terzo felt a bolt of nerves, a shiver shoot up his arms, and he pulled his hands away, gripping Omega’s shoulders. “Too much,” Terzo whispered.

MORE THAN ENOUGH. Omega leaned his large head forward to rest across Terzo's chest.

“What was I even seeing?”

SOMETHING WITHIN YOU ALREADY. SOMETHING YOU NEEDED TO SEE.

“A prophecy?”

NO, A MEMORY. Omega stroked Terzo’s back with a huge hand.

NOW TERZO THERE IS SOMETHING THAT I WANT TO ASK OF YOU. ONE REQUEST.

“Anything,” Terzo said, wrapping his arm around the ghoul’s head and peppering the sculpted metal hair with kisses. “Anything and I'll get it for you, amore.”

Omega pulled away from him and wiggled his fingers excitedly. THE MINI BEEF WELLINGTONS. THERE HAVE GOT TO BE MORE ROAMING AROUND. I DIDN'T GET A CHANCE FOR SECONDS.

Terzo finally laughed out loud, planting another kiss between the ghoul’s eyes. “I'll move Hell and Earth for you, my ghoul!”

HAVE FUN. I WANT YOU TO HAVE FUN. Omega stood up to full height and gently replaced Terzo’s gloves on his hands.

“The cake will be out soon. They've been making it for days. Six tiers.” Terzo’s face cracked into a wicked grin. “I'm going to bring you the entire top, my love.”

I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY.

“I was quite the little thief in my day,” said Terzo. “Perhaps he's still in there.” Again the shred of memory returned, the feeling of his bare feet and hands on cold, pitted stone, scurrying through the dark, his younger heart hammering with excitement in a much smaller chest. Somewhere.

The ghoul’s moment of bonding must have knocked something loose inside him, something that had been buried for decades.

I'M SURE HE IS, TERZO. Omega rested a heavy hand on Terzo’s head. AND I'D LOVE TO MEET HIM.

NEXT CHAPTER (5)

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I hope you don’t mind but I have a question. On your page you say you write of a band, I guess I would like to know more about the band if that is ok. Is it from a film or are they people? I am sorry for the bad question. I like your writing; hope you continue to write and enjoy the time off.

Oh I love this question!!! I love getting to go on tangents about this, so literally just come on in and ask me any questions you have, and I will answer (to the best of my ability).

Anything linked will look like this (and underlined).

Okay so, Ghost is an actual band. They’re a Satanic* metal band (you can find them on any music service). If you’re on TikTok, you probably have heard Mary On A Cross. That’s from their EP Seven Inches Of Satanic Panic.

Ghost actually has quite a bit of lore, which means they have characters and other things that go with the band in itself. Oftentimes, you’ll see someone say in their writing that they are “writing about the character, not the people under the mask.”

If you want, I can also post a timeline of events that are (I think mostly) canon events to explain things more in depth.

The frontman is Tobias Forge, but he uses a silicone mask to turn himself into different characters (Papa Emeritus I- Primo, Papa Emeritus II - Secondo, Papa Emeritus III - Terzo, and Papa Emeritus IV - Copia). So Tobias Forge is the lead singer, he just acts as different characters onstage.

Being a Papa basically means that dude is the leader of the Clergy (like a pope). Copia is the current Papa, so he’s currently the ‘head’ of the Ministry.

Primo, Secondo, Terzo, and Copia are all brothers because Papa Nihil is their father. I highly recommend watching the series I have linked at the end of this for more lore that I didn’t explain or didn’t remember (such as characters like Papa Nihil, Sister Imperator, or Mr. Saltarian) (I can also explain that stuff in a different post if you’d like).

Nameless ghouls are the people Tobias hires to perform during concerts (also commonly called Rituals). In lore, they’re basically elemental demons that the Papa’s (the anti-pope’s) summoned to perform with him and spread the word of Satan.

I’m just going to discuss the ghouls as characters and not the people under the mask because they’re masked and nameless for anonymity. Everyone basically knows who is under the mask, but some people prefer not to know, so I won’t go into the at the moment.

The current lineup is (name - instrument - element):

Dewdrop - lead guitar - fire**

Rain - bass - water

Phantom - rhythm guitar - quintessence***

Mountain - drums - earth

Swiss - backing (?) guitar, vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say fire/quintessence)

Cumulus - keyboard, vocals, tambourine - air

Cirrus - keyboard, keytar - air

Aurora - vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say water/air)

Previous ghouls that I know of but are no longer touring:

Aether - rhythm guitar - quintessence

Sunshine - vocals, tambourine - multi-ghoul (which elements is up to you, but most say fire/air)

Omega - rhythm guitar - quintessence

Alpha - lead guitar - fire

Mist - bass - water

Ifrit - lead guitar - fire

Zephyr/ChAir - keyboard/keytar - air

Ivy - drums - earth

Cowbell - cowbell - unsure of element

Special - interview ghoul (just Tobias Forge when he was still anonymous) - unsure of element

Plus others that I haven’t really gotten the chance to learn

Considering the ghouls are nameless and masked, it’s fairly difficult to figure out who is who when you’re just getting into the lore. If you want, I can make separate posts talking about how to tell them apart.

If you couldn’t tell, basically each element is attached with certain instruments.

Also the men are referred to as ghouls and women are referred to as ghoulettes, but people use ‘ghouls’ also as a general term. Not super relevant information, but just a little side note. A lot of people headcanon certain ghouls with they/them pronouns (commonly Rain & Phantom), and a lot of people also consider them as transgender (commonly Dewdrop - especially considering the elemental transition).

* A lot of people who listen to the band don’t identify as Satanic. Personally, I don’t, so don’t feel like you have to convert to Satanism to enjoy any of the content. Ghost is basically (for lack of better terms) a parody of the Catholic Church. They just has a lot of imagery in regards to mixing Catholicism and Satanic things.

** Dewdrop used to be the bassist after Mist left the band, but switched to lead guitar after Ifrit left. He used to be considered a water ghoul, but once he switched to lead guitar, he became a fire ghoul. In the lore, people say he had to go through a transition, so if you read any of the fanfiction, you’ll probably see quite a bit of angst in relation to his elemental transition.

*** Quintessence is usually seen as something to do with things with the mind - I’m not too good at explaining it, so you might just roll through google (or fanfiction) for better information

Papaganda: Episode 1 - Episode 2 (complete)

The Summoning: Playlist - 7 Videos (complete)

The Chapters: Playlist - 17 videos (still ongoing)

Jesus Talk With Father Jim DeFroque (this is kind of just a random thing that they did, it’s not super relevant to the lore) (from my knowledge)

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 6!

M/M, GEN (Ch 5 Here) (Start here on Tumblr!) 2500ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

The Final Chapter!!!

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Omega tossed his head in excitement, considering how to proceed. He pulled the ribbon apart, carefully winding it back into a neat bundle. He held the small package like a priceless relic, teasing open the tape to best preserve the beautiful paper. Terzo sat there, shifting uneasily. It would be less of an agony if Omega had just ripped the package open,

Chapter 6 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

Terzo woke a bit after dawn, lifting his head off of Omega's bare chest. He lingered there, privately appreciating his ghoul’s body. Omega like all ghouls did not sleep, but the total blackness in the eyes of the mask meant that his Self had walked away from his vehicle for a few hours to wander elsewhere. Terzo luxuriated his mouth across Omega's pectorals and at last the eyes returned and Omega brought his hand around to softly pet his lover.

GOOD MORNING. YOU'RE UP EARLY.

Satisfied, Terzo hopped out of bed and threw on his sleep shorts that he collected from the floor.

“If you want to go hiking, you have to get up early,” Terzo explained. It was the twenty-first. He had planned this outing for days but he did everything in his power to pretend it was a spur of the moment decision. “Also, if we leave now we would be halfway up the mountain before anyone realizes we were not at work today, amore.”

ASK FOR FORGIVENESS. Omega's broad shoulders shook with mirth. EXCELLENT IDEA. NO PROBLEMS THERE.

Terzo waved Omega’s concern away with a business-like swish of his hand as he peered into his closet. “Cardinal Marian will come up with something. She'll have to.”

She wouldn't be happy, but whenever Terzo was in need of an impromptu vacation he could negotiate with offering her keys to the ministry car for a week or more. They both appreciated the value of skipping work for self-indulgent reasons, as long as the other agreed to the price.

Terzo packed a drawstring bag with what he thought he needed: a water bottle, a sweatshirt, the first gift wrapped nicely up with paper and ribbon. As he collected his items he stole secret glances at Omega as the ghoul sat up and stretched his body. Light and shadow caressed him in the same places Terzo loved to touch—the soft rise of his bicep, the sharp hollow of his throat, the crumpled lines that defined his abdomen. Terzo blinked, looking away. If Omega had noticed him staring the ghoul would mock him with some posing and flexing and they would not get anything done.

“No shoes either, if you want.” Music to the ghoul’s ears, if he had them. “Would not be safe to hike in those dress shoes, anyway.”

The ghoul wiggled the clawed toes on his blackened feet, deeply pleased. They were the only sign of his inhuman origin and to Omega they were prisoners tormented by humanity's worst invention. He had a drawer nearby of clothing Terzo had collected for him beyond the standard ghoul uniform and he stepped into some shorts and a tee shirt. I'M READY.

While the ghoul dressed Terzo took the opportunity to slip the precious stone he collected into his own pocket. It felt heavier against his side than it truly was, and that familiar feeling of a daydream coming on passed across his mind. They were both at the top of the mountain, at the lookout with a cloudless sky behind him. Terzo on his knee, pulling out the silly little token from his pocket.

On my knee? Terzo frowned, shaking himself back to sense.

***

The trailhead started at the cemetery on top of the hill, and continued onward into the protected forests and mountains. The morning mists were clearing as the sun warmed the land. Omega was thoroughly enjoying himself and would pause often to investigate a perfect mushroom, or the tiniest toad hidden amongst the leaves. Terzo had fallen behind and Omega waited for him to catch up while enjoying the most satisfyingly springy moss between his clawed toes.

The ascent was subtle, undetected but after a half hour Terzo felt his heart work in his chest, and his breath start to go. He stopped for a few moments, closing his eyes. He had been distracted for so long by his duties as Papa Elect that he was admittedly out of shape. But today's exertion seemed to let his anxious thoughts fall away. When his breath was settled, he continued. “We call this Mount Belial, although I'm sure it has another name.”

Omega waited for him patiently further up the trail. SHALL I CARRY YOU?

“No, I like the walk.” They picked their way up the steep trail, and Terzo smiled at a memory. “When I was at my very best Primo and I could carry a whole campsite up here on our backs. And we did.”

Omega put a supportive hand across Terzo’s back, slowing his pace. THOSE WERE GOOD TIMES, THEN.

“Primo first got me out here, when I was a kid,” Terzo explained as he picked his way up the trail. “Gave me something to do. Some place to go.”

DO YOU MISS HIM?

Terzo sighed, looking up at the ghoul. It took him a minute or two to collect his thoughts, but he made the effort. “I do,” he admitted. His smile soured. “Secondo and I were…better…when he was around.”

WHEN YOU'RE PAPA IT WILL BE EVEN BETTER.

“Yes, maybe,” said Terzo, but the dark thoughts descended again. “I will be Papa and Secondo will…” Secondo had so far fared better at Primo channeling energy to feed the Void. He was a cautious, calculating magician, a scientist with a will of iron. He had found ways to endure the curse and continue the necessary work. But he was a proud man, and it was getting harder for him to hide the effects. His wedding was the last time Terzo had seen him without a cane. He was collapsing more after performances, although he refused to admit his advancing weakness. Omega had shared that information from the other ghouls, and Terzo kept it close. The ghouls were preparing themselves to return home. Secondo very soon would have to retire, or die.

And then Terzo would be next.

“On second thought a break would be nice.”

Omega had found a fallen tree and sat down, testing it. He patted the space beside him. Terzo came forward, pulling the package from his bag and presenting it with overly theatrical pomp. He bowed, putting on a silly smirk but his stomach was in his throat.

“Happy Birthday, my ghoul.” Terzo lifted up on his toes and gave Omega a peck on the metal cheek. He settled in beside him on the fallen tree.

AH, A GUITAR STRAP. Omega brushed his knee up against Terzo’s leg in a tender gesture of gratitude. IT'S MY FAVORITE COLORS. He brought the strap up to his mask. PERFECT. He closed his eyes in a pleased smile.

“Shall we keep going?” Terzo asked. His heart was hammering in his chest. “A bit farther up is a lookout.” He felt the stone in his pocket. There. He decided he'd give him the real gift up there. For some reason something within him needed him to have a proper setting to present it, as simple as it was.

After another two minutes of Omega gently folding up the paper like it was the Magna Carta, they were back on the trail.

After a while the trees thinned, and beyond them was no longer the leafy hillside but patches of blue sky. The lookout. Terzo wiped his face and took a swig of water. The new shafts of sunlight through the trees illuminated the sculpted face of Omega as he tentatively walked forward onto the rocky outcropping. The ghoul crouched, looking down at the drop, then brought his hands out, stretching them to the sky.

Terzo laughed, walked to the edge of the cliff and sat down, legs dangling. “Come try this with me, Omega.”

Omega blinked behind his mask. WHAT IF WE FALL?

“You? I could build your body back a hundred times if I wanted to, and you’re worried about falling?”

Omega dropped his shoulders. FINE, WHAT IF YOU FALL?

Terzo smirked. “Then I fall. Come on. Try it.”

Omega gingerly settled down beside him, gripping the rock with his fingers.THE BREEZE BETWEEN THE TOES IS INTERESTING.

“Haha, definitely makes you feel alive.” The air caressed them as they watched the shadows of clouds across the sea of restless leaves below. To the far left was the top of the Ministry tower peeking out, a lighthouse in the green. Terzo’s worries were gone, buried by trees. At least for a little while. He put his hand on Omega’s thigh and they were silent.

After a time, Terzo realized his moment had come. He swallowed down butterflies that he was surprised existed. “I have something else, actually.”

Omega froze in disbelief. TWO? I HAVE TWO GIFTS ON MY BIRTHDAY?

“I’d give you a hundred if I could,” Terzo chuckled. “Would be easier to pick one hundred instead of just two.” Terzo shimmied back off the ledge and got to his feet, brushing himself off.

Terzo decided he would not get on a knee, although the fantasy had not relented for the entire adventure. Almost in defiance of his mysterious inner wishes, Terzo pulled the stone from his pocket and cooly handed it to Omega.

“For you, amore.”

The stone was so small in Omega's palm. Terzo thought of the lengths it took to get it. So small but so enveloped by the ghoul’s hand. Omega brought his other finger down to gently touch it.

“They call it a hag stone,” explained Terzo. “I found it on a beach when I was a kid. Apparently if you look through it you can see ghosts and other strange things. But, alas, I have never seen anything different.”

IT’S PERFECT. I LOVE IT. Omega brought the stone to his eye and scanned the landscape, stopping when he reached Terzo. He started at the human’s toes, slowly eying him up and down. HEH. I’M SEEING SOMETHING STRANGE.

Terzo grinned. “Well, happy birthday once again, mi amore.”

Omega looked out over the valley, the stone still fixed across his eye. Terzo watched his shoulders relax. Then the ghoul slowly lowered the stone and stared out unaided, lost in a deep thought. Terzo saw the wisps of the long eyelashes of his gentle eyes fan softly as they continued to consider the space before them, as if Omega were recording it to memory.

Terzo’s face fell, his nerves returning. He suddenly realized that the ghoul was also waiting for the ideal time to express what was in his heart. He took an instinctual step back, but Omega came forward, arms outstretched.

YOU EXPLAINED THAT A BIRTHDAY IS THE FIRST DAY OF LIFE. The ghoul wrapped his arm around Terzo’s waist, drawing him closer. He brought his metal forehead to meet with Terzo’s own, looking into his eyes. ELEVEN DAYS AFTER YOU SUMMONED ME, THE 21ST. THAT IS THE FIRST DAY WE KISSED. THAT IS THE FIRST DAY I FELT ALIVE. AND SO, IT IS MY BIRTHDAY.

Terzo felt the ghoul wrap his big arms around him and they shared a tender sigh. This softness, this feeling of solid overwhelming security was what Terzo had been hungry for all his life. Burying himself deep underground as a child, or over anonymous bodies when he was grown— nothing felt as secure to him as when he held Omega in this moment. The fog of his mind cleared, and Omega's beating heart, his expanding lungs in his chest against Terzo’s ear was all that remained.

“I want to commit to you until we don't have forever,” said Terzo. “I don't think…I don't think I can come up with anything closer to how I feel than that.”

COME HERE. Omega pulled the crumpled bits of the wrapped package from his pocket. GIVE ME YOUR HAND. He fished out the ribbon and took Terzo by the hand, tracing his palm with his fingers. At last the ghoul slipped his own hand into Terzo’s, enclosing the stone between them and knitting the fingers together.

It was an awkward exercise but as soon as Terzo realized what the ghoul was attempting he choked down tears and helped. Carefully, reverently they wrapped the ribbon around their wrists, over the clasped hands. Their thumbs held the ends.

“Fuck you for outdoing me,” Terzo sobbed, laughing and wiping his eyes.

MAYBE LATER. Omega huffed a breathy, voiceless chuckle. LET'S COMMIT TO THE NOW.

The two of them stood on the rocky lookout, a soft breeze stirring across their backs. A pair of hawks wheeled in tandem across an updraft over the valley. Terzo could not ask for a better setting for this moment. He sniffed, but tears continued to silently fall. “Should we…should we say a few words?” he whispered.

Omega blinked slowly, searching the landscape. His overwhelming aura of love poured out of him in tremendous unseen but deeply felt waves, almost as if he was crying too. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY. His fingers gently brushed against Terzo’s.

Terzo’s mouth opened, silently experimenting with how to voice what they shared. He found it at last, and looked up at Omega, into the ghoul’s clear blue eyes. “Per…per sempre,” he said.

Omega nodded his great metal head. YES. FOREVER.

And you make me Talk....And you make me Feel... And you make me show what I'm trying to Conceal! If I trust in you, would you let me down? Would you laugh at me if I said I care for you? Could you feel the same way too? I wanna know the name of the game...

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 2

GEN (Ch 1 Here) 2600ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 2 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

While preparing for the wedding of his brother Papa Emeritus Secondo, Terzo finally has the chance to spring his surprise on Omega. It's supposed to go perfectly.

“Bravo, my Ghouls!” Terzo clapped as his band completed a full rundown of the program they were tasked to create for the wedding. They were installed in the choir room, Terzo’s domain as the choir director of the Ministry. It was a title he barely took seriously until absolutely necessary and at the very last minute. He thought he was at his best when he worked that way, and somehow he always delivered. He exchanged a secret wink of triumph with Omega Ghoul nearby.

AGAIN. The words were hung in Terzo’s mind, directly from his servitor Alpha. The ghoul snorted and gripped his guitar, glaring into the carpet. I MISSED A NOTE THERE. YOU WERE OUT OF TUNE. He pointed a finger at one of Secondo’s ghouls, the bass player. The other ghoul jerked his head, a threat.

“Fine, fine, we’ll go through it again, please relax,” Terzo muttered.

Alpha Ghoul was summoned only four months ago, after Terzo had dragged his feet about adding to his team. Terzo had enjoyed the sole company of Omega for nearly a year, and in that time got nothing done for his future reign. Who the Void chose was a complete mystery to the summoner, and the arrival of Alpha hinted at an almost sentient impatience with Terzo personally. Alpha arrived, and suddenly boots were on the ground whether Terzo was ready for them or not.

For one, Alpha Ghoul decided that starting the day at four PM was not conducive to any sort of musical success, neither was procrastinating on song writing by making out in various closets. The ghoul had proven to be such a “tight-ass taskmaster” (Terzo’s words) that Terzo was pleading Sister Imperator to help him summon a third one right away. Earth was next, and Alpha immediately yielded to the ancient Ghoul.

Earth sat back at his drum set, silently taking the scene all in. It was a relief when he arrived from the Void. The Ghoul was one of the most experienced in recent memory, which meant all ghouls gave him respect and listened carefully to his words. This was his ninth tour. He had walked this plane for at least a thousand years, perhaps more, and yet somehow he had a lightness to his spirit. He had the lingering air of constant, quiet amusement, as if he was watching a favorite film play out over and over.

Terzo had the combined ghouls of the Ministry run through the dinner program again. In thirty minutes the selection of the choir of siblings would arrive and the group would work on the musical interlude planned for the middle of the ceremony, during the Cutting of the Ties. There was a knock on the door, and Terzo made a point to remove himself from the situation for a moment. Alpha and the other ghoul were posturing it out from across the room while Earth sighed at his charges.

“Oh! I finally ran into you!” It was Brother Copia, in his personal space at last. In his arms he carried a pile of sheet music and binders. His wet mousey eyes were filled with the usual worry mingled with eagerness to infodump his entire thought process onto his adoptive brother Terzo’s lap. “Are you still having problems with your office door?”

“Oh, locking unexpectedly? Yes, I cannot help it that it is locked when you try to reach me. Frustrating really,” Terzo threw at him.

“I filed er—a work order for you,” Copia replied. “But while I’m here, I have some questions em er—regarding the ceremony music program. Mendelssohn's em… seems to be a good, solid choice but maybe it’s a bit too…uh, obvious? But you know my fallback is always Bach, but I have yet to find something suitable from his catalogue.”

“Do we need to do this now, fratellino,” Terzo said through his teeth.

“But then if I choose Dies Irae, then which version? And even then, I know our brother likes darkness but is it em…perhaps ah, too dark for a wedding? Is it…inauspicious?”

Terzo tightened his grip on the door knob. “Honestly why do you care so much?”

“Secondo’s taught me everything I know. I want this to be perfect. I em—owe it to him.” Copia seemed to relax as he defended his mentor, smiling slightly into the pile in his arms. Since Copia had arrived at the Minsitry as a young child Secondo was always there, teaching him. Papa Emeritus II himself was a virtuoso pianist, and instilled that in his adoptive brother, who went on to be the equally skilled organist for the Church. The sincereity of the statement could not be ignored.

“It's the thought that counts,” grumbled Terzo.

“I know it's the thought that counts but ah er— all I do is think! And I can't decide!”

Earth gently tested the foot pedal of his drum. HE THINKS IN HIS HEAD. TELL HIM TO THINK FROM THE HEART.

“Oh how nice, put that on a mug, my ghoul,” Terzo snapped.

Invisible, aetheric flames of irritation swept across the floor, Alpha Ghoul at its epicenter. He was twisting a guitar peg and the metal string whined. DON'T DISMISS EARTH GHOUL’S THOUGHTS. HE HAS WALKED THIS PLANE LONGER THAN ALL OF US. LONG BEFORE HUMANS DECIDED TO STAMP THOUGHTFUL MESSAGES ON DRINKING VESSELS.

Earth Ghoul let out a hissing chuckle. MAYBE NOT THAT LONG, ALPHA. YOU DONT EVEN HAVE TO CREDIT ME, TERZO. GO ON, AT THE VERY LEAST THAT WOULD SEND THE MAN AWAY WITH ENOUGH TO CHEW ON TO LEAVE YOU ALONE.

“Why is it a crime to care?” The remark was devastating but it was delivered with Copia’s trademark bewildered, wide-eyed slump.

Which meant since Copia was too invested in his own anxiety that he wouldn't notice Terzo wincing in psychic pain. “It's not er…you know you're thinking from your head, Copia. You have to think from the heart.”

The center of Copia’s head creased as he struggled with this new information. “You're…” He lowered his arms, looking down at the pile there. “That's em…that's a good point.”

From behind them Earth suddenly drummed a few seconds of a haughty breakbeat. Alpha laughed and Terzo could almost feel his smirk behind his mask. Copia immediately snapped back to his duty.

“This is from her Excellency Cardinal Marian,” said Copia and from the pile of binders in his arms he handed Terzo a misshapen yellow envelope.

“I thought she'd send this InterOffice.”

Copia blinked. “I am InterOffice.”

“Fine,” Terzo muttered, and he undid the waxed thread on the envelope. A flat, small package beautifully wrapped and tied slid out into his hand. He flashed a private smile and stowed it in his pocket.

“Is that purchase from our um-- accounts or—”

“Oh, it seems that this door is closing, locking on its own, fratellino,” Terzo said, his eyes wide in feigned surprise as he closed the door across the Head Treasurer’s face.

***

Terzo had to always cross the arcade to reach the wing of Cardinal suites, and Omega always happened to be there. The ghoul held the door for him as they exited into the covered stone arcade. Terzo’s eyes darted across the scene; then, fearing no one, he gripped the ghoul around his waist and pushed him against a slightly hidden wall. The moment Omega felt his touch he collapsed into it as always, bringing his hands up to the sides of Terzo’s face and his own head down to meet his lover’s lips.

Terzo hungrily pulled the meat of Omega's neck into his mouth, gripping under the ghoul’s jacket and the flesh of his broad back. Omega sighed and shuddered, his feeling of pleasure rocking between them, a psychic feedback loop.

Omega wrapped his arm around Terzo’s shoulders. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND? Although that was a courtesy. Omega could plainly feel the waves of anxiety pouring from Terzo’s rough pawing.

Terzo still had the gift in his pocket, hidden from all the ghouls during their practice. He had spent the better part of that afternoon imagining every possible scenario in which he announced his intent and revealed his gift.

“Nothing on my mind,” said Terzo, pulling away. “Let's go.”

When they were alone, there was always some part of them that was connected. A little touch here, a tender pet there. Fingers unconsciously entwined as they moved through a space.

Terzo led Omega through the courtyard which was currently in the slow process of installing the wedding feast of Papa Emeritus II and Sister Sandra. The ghouls took a unique interest to the concept, observing it like foreign guests enchanted by how whimsically different the local culture was from their own.

DO HUMANS GET MARRIED OFTEN?

“Only the assholes,” said Terzo.

Omega’s shoulders shook in silent laughter. SO MARRIAGE ISN'T SOMETHING FOR YOU THEN.

“Ghouls don't do this.” To Terzo’s knowledge ghouls in the Void were a vast interconnected collective, a nest of corals, a bed of oysters. To fill a single body and experience things personally was exceedingly rare, and one of the reasons a tour of Earth was exciting.

NO. WE ARE TIED ALL TOGETHER, FOREVER. ALTHOUGH THERE ARE THOSE WHO CLING TO EACH OTHER. ORBIT EACH OTHER.

Terzo looked across the half-set up courtyard at the skeletons of bare folding tables. The wind settled on rocking the rows of paper lanterns above. This was the typical way to assemble a Ministry social function: tables, lanterns, small stage for music. As long as the weather held they would have them here. Terzo would often get a great thrill in the pit of himself thinking of the grand sins he would enact during such functions. But this one, the wedding of his frosty brother, was something he was hoping to avoid.

The ghoul was tall enough to reach up and lightly brush the surface of one of the larger lanterns with his fingers. He scratched the metal chin of his mask. I FEEL THE POSSIBILITIES. I THINK I UNDERSTAND.

Omega pulled Terzo’s hand into his, gently guiding him into his arms. LOOK AT ME. The ghoul had a strong grip on him, and yet there was hesitation hovering around him. He blinked behind his mask, slowly, searching Terzo’s face. For a moment Terzo felt a jab of concern and doubt flooded him. He reviewed the last few minutes, wondering what he did wrong. TERZO. The ghoul repeated his name, and shifted his footing.

“Yes?” Terzo gave him an encouraging smile. For a moment he wanted to laugh. The ghoul was ancient. He himself was admittedly middle-aged at this point. Why were they hesitating like youngsters?

Omega squeezed Terzo’s side with a hand, then breathed a deep sigh. TERZO, I LOVE YOU ABOVE ALL OTHERS. I LOVE YOUR SELF. EVERY MOMENT, I CHOOSE YOU.

And Terzo realized this was one of the most profound things a ghoul could say to another. They were fully embracing in the near center of the courtyard, surrounded by windows. Anyone could see them there. It didn't seem to matter anymore. “Likewise…” was all he could whisper back.

From that heartfelt confession Terzo did not feel any sort of searing heat or racing in his stomach, no moving of blood nor fire in his core. Usually he felt those things, and jumped the bones of whoever uttered words of tenderness. He felt, however, something supremely different.

He felt the earth rise up to meet his feet. The ground— unshakable, solid, eternal. He and his ghoul were rooted there, together, and nothing in this plane or the next could tear them from their footing. Some part of Terzo felt unlocked. He felt he could breathe in peace.

Terzo got his wits together again and flashed his ghoul a playful smirk. “This is a good opportunity then.”

Omega tilted his head like a thoughtful dog, waiting for Terzo to clarify. Terzo found himself grinning broadly, and pulled the little package from his pocket, placing it reverently in Omega’s hands. The words were a struggle, but if he kept his face sarcastic and silly he could power through. “A gift. For you.”

Omega held the little box in his hand. Waves of pleasure emanated from him as he admired the shine of the carefully tied metallic bow on top. TERZO. THANK YOU. IT’S BEAUTIFUL.

“Are you…going to open it?”

OPEN IT? IT HAS AN INSIDE?

“Yes, the gift is inside.” Terzo realized that even though he would constantly toss the ghoul mix tapes and photos and flowers, nothing was ever carefully wrapped before. Or given with this much reverence and ceremony. “The paper hides the gift. It's a secret.”

BUT I WOULD HAVE TO RIP THIS NICE PAPER.

Terzo shrugged lamely. “That's part of it.”

AH, THE SACRIFICE. HOW GENEROUS. BUT…WHY IS THIS GIFT SECRET?

“It's special. More special. It's for your birthday.”

BIRTHDAY? WHAT’S A BIRTHDAY?

“Today, one year ago, I summoned you to Earth. And…” Terzo furrowed his brow and touched Omega's arm. “And I love you and I want to honor you on the day you were born. So…Buon compleanno, mi caro.”

The ghoul looked as though he practically glowed, clasping his hands together as he considered Terzo’s loving words. And yet—

I LOVE YOU. BUT I DO NOT HAVE A BIRTHDAY.

Omega brushed his hand across Terzo’s chin, a cheap consolation for a disappointing reaction.

GHOULS WERE NEVER BORN, AND WE WILL NEVER DIE. DIE IN THE EARTHLY SENSE, THAT IS.

“Well, how old are you, then?”

I DON’T KNOW. Omega squinted. OLDER THAN EARTH. HOW OLD IS THE EARTH?

“Billions, er— fine, then perhaps it’s not a birthday.” Terzo felt anxiety roll in his stomach. This was more complicated than he had thought. The film that played in his head of this scenario was so vastly different from what was happening in this moment, and it was going downhill fast. “A birthday is the first day of life, so I assumed…today was your birthday.”

Omega shook his head then tilted it in thought. WHEN IS ELEVEN DAYS FROM NOW?

“Um…the 21st.”

The ghoul placed the present back into Terzo’s grasp, his large hands lingering over the human’s. THEN GIVE THIS TO ME ON THE 21ST.

“But—!”

Omega moved his hand to Terzo’s head, ruffling his hair. MY BIRTHDAY IS ON THE 21ST.

All at once Terzo felt cold. The rustling of the lanterns above them irritated his senses. They continued their brief trek across the courtyard, winding around stacks of chairs and boxes. He was certain that was the correct time to present the gift. Omega had poured his heart out to him, and he was anxious to reciprocate. He returned the gift to his pocket and tried to understand this sour taste he had in his mouth.

In a way he felt deeply embarassed.

Omega stopped him before they reached the other door. He corned Terzo, looking down at him, his big hand supporting his lean on the stone wall.

I HAVE NO OBLIGATIONS. THERE IS NOTHING LEFT TO DO BEFORE YOUR EVENING MEAL. Omega gently slid his heavy hand under Terzo’s cape, resting it over the human’s heart. He stared down at his lover, his eyes intense with desire. SHALL WE SPEND SOME TIME TOGETHER? IN YOUR ROOMS?

“I…” Terzo was at a rare loss of words. And libido. He squeezed the small present in his pocket and gave Omega a weak smile. “I'm not feeling so well. I could use rest. Alone.”

Omega dropped his hand away, and instead gave Terzo a friendly, distant shoulder pat. VERY WELL. I WILL SEE YOU TOMORROW THEN?

“Yes. Last practice before the ceremony. Buona serata, my ghoul.”

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Ribbons & Ties (AO3 Link) Chapter 5

M/M, GEN (Ch 4 Here) (Start here on Tumblr!) 2000ish words

Terzo x Omega, Terzo & Family, Terzo & His Ghouls, Cardinal Marian is in there for like ten minutes

For reasons beyond Terzo's understanding, he wants to give Omega a present for the ghoul's "birthday". It proves to be a lot more complicated than Terzo realizes.

Art by @kabukiaku used with permission

Chapter 5 Below the Cut! (We like Reblogs, Comments and Kudos omnomnom)

Terzo’s eyes flew open. He stared at his ceiling, his mind racing. He knew. It was 2 AM and he finally knew what gift he wanted to give Omega.

Terzo’s eyes flew open. He stared at his ceiling, his mind racing. He knew.

It was 2 AM and he finally knew what gift he wanted to give Omega. It wouldn't be easy, but he decided if he cared so deeply about the ghoul nothing could stop him for long.

Now all he had to do was get out from under this naked sorella in his bed.

She settled in, her arm closing around his neck. Terzo’s eyes rolled in his head as his mind calculated a solution. He slowly shimmied out from under her, gently resting her on her side. She sighed, shifting and reaching for him. In the moment she raised her hand to look for him he was free.

“Mmmph?”

“I’ll uh…I’ll be back,” he mumbled, although that wasn't necessarily the truth. He leaned over and gave her bare shoulder a gentle kiss.

He got to work throwing on his undershirt, slacks and shoes. Something about this sudden revelation required urgency. He did not want to wait a moment more and risk overthinking it all. He closed the door as quietly as he could and scurried down the stairs.

The courtyard was seemingly empty as he journeyed just within the shadows. Chairs and decorations had been toppled by guests and the nighttime wind. For a moment Terzo thought no one was there, but as he passed by the obscene fountain it looked as if a statue had been installed at it's edge.

Earth Ghoul sat on the rim of the fountain, his head tilted upwards. He was surrounded by the half broken down party mess, his hands calmly on his knees. Terzo flattened himself against the wall of the arcade, shuffling past as quickly as he could. Earth probably noticed him but remained still. Terzo didn't want to stop to talk as he continued his hurrying towards the Sanctum.

Terzo could see well enough in the dim light of the Sanctum. The dark made the sweep and spread of the arched, ribbed ceiling even more dramatic, more stomach-droppingly steep. The bronze filigree across the Altarpiece gleamed softly in some unseen light source, its doors the only barrier between this world and the Void from which Omega and the other ghouls were brought forth.

Beyond the choir box, under an archway was an often overlooked area of the Sanctum, unless you were a very under-supervised and lonely small boy in the early 1970s. A place with a certain fondness that now returned to him as he looked upon the carvings surrounding the locked entrance.

The catacombs.

The bars of the catacombs gates were easy to slip through as a tiny kid. But Terzo was now just over forty so the childish contortionist act was out of the question.

It was a good thing he was still proficient in picking locks. He always kept a few bobby pins attached to the inside laces of his shoe. He pulled two out, bent and arranged them in a way that at this point in his life was second nature. The lock fell as easily as the few times he had picked it before.

There is always a last time one visits a treasured place, although one rarely knows when that last time is. He didn't remember when was the last time he stood at these steps looking down toward the darkness. He closed one eye, his human eye.

He did however, realize that this time the curse of the Infernal Eye helped him see perfectly well in the dark. “I can keep my shoes on, at least,” he chuckled to himself, and the words fell flat in the thick air.

The steps then were easier to navigate than the countless times he'd wander down her before, although his feet remembered which way to go. The catacombs were cool, reminding him of the thin shirt he wore. It was constructed of bricks and cobble, with various concrete and stone sculptures of skeletons and mourning shrouded maidens perched in corners and alcoves. There were urns stacked on shelves. Some grander stone sarcophagi were built into the walls, sporting carved names and phrases like ROCKEFELLER, GATSBY, CAMINO and COMMIT FLESH TO EARTH AND SOUL TO VOID. He passed his favorite carving of a winged death’s head skull, remembering the times he made crayon rubbings and taped them to his wall.

Terzo turned a corner and there was a small tunnel to the left side, waist height. He suspected it was some sort of drain to keep the place from flooding. Here. Here was the place. He stooped down and settled in. He could still sit cross legged with his back up against the wall, albeit he had to stoop a whole lot more. As he nestled himself amongst the rocks the familiar posture and texture brought the memory to life again— the solidness of cool smooth cobble against his back, the security of his body crumpled just so in a comforting darkness. It was the closest thing to being held by the Earth itself.

No wonder he would come down here when he just couldn't take it anymore. He let out a sigh.

He looked down further into the tunnel. The Infernal Eye gleamed as if illuminated by invisible moonlight. He could see his prize, twenty feet or so down deeper in. He unrolled his body and crawled towards it.

And the walls enveloped him, a little too tightly now. He didn't want to think about what grime he was dragging himself through, but then again at ten years old he barely cared. He army-crawled on his stomach, blowing cobwebs off his face. His singular focus started to waver. Doubt began to arrive and take a seat.

I'd love to meet him.

Terzo unfortunately did not successfully steal the whole top of the cake that evening. Although he did charm his way into collecting eight slices to present to Omega, who was impressed just the same.

He was stuck. He had been stuck like this before, many times, as a younger, spryer kid. Now this was getting ridiculous. He knew how to get out of this jam but he had to commit to going further. He felt a soft skittering across his bare arm that he hoped was not a spider.

“Come on, Terzo,” he muttered to himself. He exhaled, flattening his chest and pushing his body forward through the shaft. His arm strained, the tendons across his shoulder blade stretched. He could see his prize just a foot further ahead and he reached as far as his limb could take him, swearing. His fingers grazed the corner of a papered wood surface— a box, his box.

“Porca troia, come on!” In this case Italian swears were needed for their unique flavor of frustration. He didn't want to think about the possibility of getting stuck, but he was so close to collecting the box at this point that he didn't want to give up just yet. One more exhale, one more tiny shove and he felt the knee of his slacks tear open.

And his fingers fully on the box.

Terzo managed to slip the box towards him fully into his hand. He backed out of the shaft, knocking his head a few times. At last he was back at the opening, curled up again and looking down at a dirty little cigar box he had reverently placed there. He stroked the embossed paper seal on top of this reliquary dedicated to his deepest self, found in the deepest place below the Sanctum.

Inside the box were treasures he had not seen in nearly thirty years. A yellow diecast roadster. A few dried Ghost Pipe flowers gently pressed into a folded piece of parchment. A photograph of a pretty nun with deeply sad eyes. A rusted harmonica. A collection of crude sketches of nudes he drew as a curious kid that needed to be buried securely and never ever be discovered by his stepmother, not even a decade after her death. He chuckled softly at the memory.

But he was looking for the most important thing. It was hidden under a few foreign coins. A white stone, no bigger than his palm. There was a hole in it, a hole worn away by a thousand years of some ancient river caressing its body.

He thought it was perfect. And so he put it in his pocket.

***

Terzo wasn't even halfway across the courtyard before he felt a rush of intense feeling through him, a psychic tap on the shoulder. He stopped and looked. Earth Ghoul still sat there, on the fountain edge.

TERZO.

Earth Ghoul at last had his head turned towards his summoner. And with two small but firm gestures of his hand, the ghoul summoned him. Terzo had no choice but to draw near.

Ghouls picked names for themselves when they arrived. Terzo thought it was pretty presumptuous of the ghoul to name himself “Earth” but his presence immediately brought a sense of calm and solidness that proved he deserved such a name.

YOU KNOW THE STARS MAKE A SOUND. A BUZZING SORT OF SOUND.

The Ministry Compound itself was located high in the mountains, far away from the city lights that bleached the sky. Up here anyone could see a dazzling show above. And usually there was at least someone awake, observing them.

Terzo was compelled to settle beside the ghoul as he sat on the fountain rim. He glared up at the sky, squinting as if it would help him hear better. He jiggled his leg as nothing stepped forward for him.

ONE THING I NOTICE IS THIS WORLD NOW IS NEVER SILENT. THERE IS NO LONGER TRUE SILENCE. LONG AGO YOU COULD REALLY HEAR THE STARS THEN.

Terzo realized that he was covered in dirt and cobwebs. He fussed with his hair and some sort of grit from the catacombs flaked out. Earth said nothing, continuing to be more interested in the stars overhead. The silence was unbearable. The fact that Earth had not admonished him for crawling through a hole was excruciating.

“You both…must hate me.”

Earth made a gravelly sound deep in his throat.

ALPHA HAS HAD BAD EXPERIENCES IN THE PAST. HE WORRIES ABOUT IT. HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HIS TIME HERE IS WORTH IT. HE MAY NOT BE CHOSEN AGAIN, YOU KNOW.

“But you've come back,” Terzo said. “You've come back many times.”

THERE’S A SECRET TO THAT. I NEVER ASSUME I GET A SECOND CHANCE. AND YET SOMEHOW, I ALWAYS DO. Earth sighed, deep enough it felt like the ground shook. ALPHA WILL LEARN THAT. MAYBE THIS TIME. MAYBE THE NEXT TIME. BUT THAT IS ON HIM.

“I don't even know why any of you want to be here. Sometimes I don't…want to be here.”

I FIND THIS PLACE INTERESTING. TWO THOUSAND YEARS AND IT NEVER CHANGES. Earth shook his head. WHY DO HUMANS HOLD ON TO SO MUCH?

“We’re stupid,” said Terzo. He got to his feet, and he became aware of a pulled muscle in his back. He would definitely be feeling it tomorrow. “Good night, Earth Ghoul.”

Earth Ghoul snapped his fingers, once. As if calling to a dog. TERZO. YOU ARE NOT THE WORST PAPA I HAVE SERVED.

“Congratulazioni, I'm just getting started,” Terzo snorted.

I SAID THAT FOR A REASON. YOU WOULD NEVER BELIEVE ANYTHING ELSE I COULD SAY TO YOU.

“I don't listen to many things.”

YOU'RE IN LUCK. I'M IN YOUR MIND. ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO PRETEND TO IGNORE ME.

“Okay, then what do you have to say to me?”

WHAT ARE YOU AND OMEGA GHOUL UP TO?

Terzo knew Earth Ghoul had some inkling. He was tied to him as a being created from his own essence. But ghouls believed more in the value of actions than thoughts, So Terzo had to play into Earth’s hands. “Omega Ghoul and I…we are together. We are…in love.”

Earth leaned forward, knitting his fingers together as if rolling that concept around in his head. It was a unique sort of agony to watch him. IT’S NOT RARE. IT’S NOT COMMON EITHER. IT’S JUST… Earth patted his chest. THERE’S LIMITS. GHOULS ARE NOT AS STRONG AS YOU THINK. THE CONNECTION TO THIS BODY IS FAIRLY FLIMSY. IT DEGRADES.

“Your bodies can be restored. Fairly easily.”

THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEAN. Earth shook his head. I MAY BE FOREVER. BUT I KNOW NONE OF US HAVE FOREVER.

“I don't want to think about that,” Terzo replied quietly.

IT IS WHAT IT IS WHETHER IT IS THOUGHT ABOUT OR NOT. Earth rattled his head. IF YOU WANT TO BE MORE THAN TIME’S SLAVE YOU NEED TO DIVERT ITS FLOW. CHOICE IS NECESSARY.

“Sometimes I don't think I'm making the right choice.”

WELL, DO YOU FEEL YOU'VE MADE A GOOD CHOICE?

Terzo unconsciously slipped his hand into his pants pocket, finding the stone there. He stroked it with the pad of his thumb. “Yes.”

It felt like Earth was smiling behind his mask. THEN IT'S THE RIGHT CHOICE. He got carefully to his feet, rolling his shoulders. GOOD NIGHT, TERZO. GET REST. TOMORROW COMES SOON. IT ALWAYS DOES.

Terzo nodded, watching the ghoul slip back into the darkness of the stone arcade. He sat down again, brow furrowed, glaring up at the stars.

But he still didn't hear anything.

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