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little sunshine. - i wanna dance with somebody (who loves me)

cardinal copia x sister of sin! reader part 6.

masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.

taglist: @gothicwonderlust, @jaymechaos, @siouxbauhaus, @millerthats

a/n: dude... idk why this took me so long to write but i really really hope you enjoy it! this is the longest chapter i've ever written (i think) as well! also we're not gonna talk about the theme being winter when valentine's day is literally next week,,,,,, i swear i started this in january ok

warnings/things to note: female reader, pet names, autistic Copia (perhaps), established relationship, this is basically the 'prom' episode of the series ykwim

enjoy <3

word count: 3,012 words.

The weeks preparing had flown by, the decorations slowly but surely popping up around the halls of the Ministry. You were walking to pick up your dress from the dry cleaner’s. It wasn’t new (you’d found it hanging in your closet left by the previous Sister who’d moved away), but it fit you perfectly, as if the previous owner had left it for you on purpose. The dress itself was drop-dead gorgeous— a wine red with some black lace trim on the Halter-strap bodice, and the Grucifix logo embroidered on the left side of the hip, the skirt flowing downwards in a trumpet style.

As you carried it to your room, your friend Sister Lucie was walking along with you, chatting about some sort of ghoul drama.

“Allegedly he tried to bury them in the garden, but one of them escaped the hole and lit half of the plants on fire!” She tittered, holding her royal blue dress delicately.

You couldn’t help but giggle as well. “That seems so silly. Do you know whose ghoul that was?” “Oh, uh… I think it was your boyfriend’s.”

That made you stop in your tracks, your heart dropping to your stomach. “Boyfriend? What are you talking about?” Lucie stopped as well. “Well, yeah… you and that Cardinal dude, the one with the rats? You guys fucked, didn’t you?”

You coughed, your face heating up. “Just because I spent the night in his room doesn’t mean we fucked!” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment. “Oh… sorry. But you guys are an item though, right? Sister Audrey caught y’all making out in the kitchen a few weeks ago.”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, “It’s fine. And yes, we did. But we’re not… official yet, I don’t think. I mean, I’d like to be, but he’s, y’know, pretty shy about all this, so..” She nodded in understanding. “I get it. But really?? Copia, of all the Cardinals?? I don’t mean to be rude, but girl— you can do better than him!” You shook your head and smiled. “I know, but I really like him!”

Finally, you reach your room, where Sister Leah was already starting to get ready, her hair in silk curlers which she’d left in overnight. “Who’s your date, hm?” You teased as you hung up your dress, sitting on your side at the shared vanity space.

“I’m going by myself, you know me. I like being single, thank you very much.” Leah replied, rolling her eyes as she slid into her dress— a black-and-gold fitted dress, with off the shoulder sleeves.

You checked her out and smiled. “You’re gorgeous, girlie! What are you going to do with your hair though?” She took out her curlers and lightly combed her raven-colored hair, matching perfectly with her tan skin. “No idea. Maybe just this or have Melissa braid it for me when I’m there so it won’t get in the way when I dance. Oh, I forgot to ask! You’re coming down with us, right?”

“No, no this time.” You shook your head and smiled. “I’m going with Copia!”

Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Seriously?! You were for real about that?! Is he, like, holding you at gunpoint or something?! Did his rats bite you and you’re contracting rabies?!” You laughed. “No! I just… I like him a lot. He’s actually really sweet and considerate. He’s very old-fashioned, you know? Not because he’s old, but— you know what I mean, right?”

She made a face, sitting next to you as she started to apply her makeup. “Whatever you say.”

Around 7pm, you were ready to go. Leah and a few of your friends were making TikTok’s about their outfits and hairstyles. You wore dark red-to-black eyeshadow, fiercely sharp cat-eye black eyeliner, and of course, deep red lipstick to match your dress. You’d also put your hair half up half down, lightly curled and adorned with golden rose charms. Your friends were all gorgeous, but your beauty was unmatched.

“Ugh, all my friends are hot!!” Sister Calista whined as she looked at the photos on her phone.

You and Copia had been texting back and forth as well, sending snippets of each other’s outfits. The one that made you audibly snort was when he tried taking a mirror selfie, but he was holding Biscotti in one hand and on the verge of dropping him as Biscotti seemed more interested in chewing the phone case than posing for the photo.

You made it your lock screen because it was just so adorable.

Five or so minutes later, you heard a knock on the door, causing everyone’s heads to turn. You stood up in your black platform Mary Janes, making you maybe two or three inches taller than usual, and opened the door to see a nervous Copia standing in front of you with a bouquet of roses. His suit was similar to his Cardinal’s robes, probably a standard uniform for formal events, you figured. Only this time he was wearing a tie with the Grucifix logo printed on it as a design.

Upon seeing your beauty, of course his face would immediately flush almost as red as your dress. “Eh…. You look… Wow. I-I mean—! Ugh, why is this so difficult…” he mumbled, turning his head and holding out the bouquet for you. “These- these are- they’re for you. You like roses, yes? Please say yes…”

You were so touched by the romantic gesture, taking them delicately and cooing. “You’re so sweet, thank you! Give me one minute, I’ll put these by my bed.”

“Oh, okay. Good. Yeah, go— go do that. Mhm.” He nodded awkwardly, giving you a lopsided smile as you closed the door briefly, showing off the flowers to your girlfriends, who also collectively ‘aww’ed.

“I’ll see you guys there!” You called as you opened the door again, stepping out and holding your black clutch bag. “Aww, you got all dressed up for me.” You purred, smirking mischievously as he stood staring at you like a dumb fool.

“Eh? Oh! Y-Yes, hello!” He cleared his throat and fixed his tie before offering his arm out. “I-I can take your bag? Or you can keep it, that’s- that’s fine too.”

You handed your clutch to him with a small titter, lacing your arm into his as well. “I-I’m so glad we can do this… you are the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, amore mio…” he mumbled timidly.

“And you are the most handsome, sweetheart.” You smiled and he flushed even redder, this man was pathetic. But you loved him either way.

The formal was being held in the main chapel of the Ministry, all the pews cleared off to the sides and replaced with round tables and chairs. There was an opening in the middle, presumably the dance floor. To the left, a photobooth where a group of Siblings were bombarding the poor photographer. To the right was the dessert and beverage bar, ranging in many different cuisines to fit everyone’s dieting habits. Everything was decorated with icicles and snowflakes, little ice skates placed intricately around the room and miniature light-up snow globes as centerpieces. Copia let out a low whistle as he checked out the area. “Wow… very fancy-shmancy, ain’t it?”

You nodded with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, they really went all out this year. Wonder why?”

He shrugged. “Did you, um… want to take a photo when it’s not busy? O-Or we don’t have to! I… I don’t know. I just wanted a nice photo of you for my wallet. N-Not in the stalker way, though! Like, eh… W-We’re together now, right? S-So– I-I mean!–”

He buried his face in his hands again, and you pried them away gently with a soft smile playing at your lips. “You’re so silly. Never change, Copia. Never change.”

He gulped and nodded, unable to look you in the eye as his cheeks continued to burn red. “You’re too good to me. I-I don’t deserve you… I’m so pathetic.”

“Hey, hey.” You took the sides of his face in your hands, forcing him to meet your gaze. “Don’t talk like that. You are just as deserving of love as anyone else in this room, okay? Now, we’re here to have fun and celebrate the new year, yeah?”

He nodded, an apologetic smile on his face, leaning to yours and lightly pecking your nose. “Thank you, amore.”

You hummed in contentment, releasing his face but not before you returned the gesture, your lipstick transferring onto his nose but neither of you noticed. As you sat at your assigned table together, chatting about some of your interests (he was heavily invested in some retro game called ‘Driving Miss Daisy,’ which you’d never heard of before), a ghoul approached you both and got you two as it was your turn for the photo booth.

“Ahm.. good. Good-good, let’s go, yes?” he smiled crookedly, offering his arm yet again.

You walked arm in arm and stood in front of a periwinkle backdrop decorated with sparkly blue and white streamers, along with snowflake cutouts and a few blue and silver balloons. The ghoul told you both that you could take up to four photos, and pointed to the table nearby where there were cutout props and cheap boas in different colors. You took a white one and wrapped it around Copia’s neck, drawing him in closer until your bodies were flushed together. You smiled and looked at the camera, where the ghoul was ready to take the first photo. Copia on the other hand was mumbling a multitude of unintelligible words in Itanglese as the ghoul snapped the photo, the flash stinging your eyes a bit. “Aw, c’mon, baby! Smile!” you giggled and tossed the boa back to the table, now switching your pose to the classic prom pose, only your arms were around his waist, his back pressed against your chest as you hugged him closer.

“Eh… Amore, this– this is the wrong way,” he mumbled. “I’m supposed to be holding the girl, n-not– um..”

“But you’re the babygirl in this relationship,” you teased as you propped your chin on his shoulder, your cheeks grazing each other’s. He squeaked and whimpered a weak reply, his voice unable to be comprehensible.

The ghoul took another photo, cooing softly at the sight of you two being so affectionate.

You took two more photos, one of him with your lips hovering over your cheek and you copying him in the other. However, you actually kissed his cheek, and this time you did notice that your dark lipstick had left an imprint on his pale complexion. You chuckled but didn’t say anything, taking his hand and waiting for the ghoul to put the photos in a collage and print out two copies.

Copia kept glancing around nervously, as if he was ashamed to be seen with you in fear of others thinking you took him to this event out of pity.

You lightly squeezed his hand, causing his head to snap back at you. He gulped as he saw your warning expression, causing him to nod and take a deep breath.

The ghoul chirped to get both of your attention, holding out the photo strips for you to take. You thanked the ghoul and gave him a few appreciative scritches to his chin, causing him to trill and clap his hands in joy.

You handed him his copy as he led you back to the table, noticing a few Siblings giving him playful smiles as he still hadn’t noticed the kiss mark you left on him. However, he turned to you as you both sat down, looking at you timidly. “Do I… have something on my face?”

“Oh, only a little gift I left you from earlier,” you hummed and opened your clutch, handing him your compact mirror so he could see. His eyes widened as he saw the outline of your lips on his left cheek.

“S-Sorella! Amore mio, perché non me l'hai detto prima? I-I-I look like un idiota!” he sputtered out quickly, taking his glove off and rapidly swiping at it to get it off. His face was almost as scarlet as your dress from how embarrassed he was.

You couldn’t help but laugh, taking out a makeup remover wipe and helping him.

“Ugh, you torture an old man,” he groaned.

“Oh, honey, it’s not that bad.”

“It is! Now I look even more pathetic…”

You were about to say something sarcastic in return, but more Siblings and their dates had arrived at your table and kept grabbing your attention. However you kept your hand securely fitted with Copia’s under the table, trying your best to include him in the conversation but it seemed like the Siblings were too scared to confront him due to his rank.

As more people filed in, Copia’s hand gripped your own hand tighter. He was anxious, he had never been good with big crowds of people that he knew. Sure, he could sing nonstop for two hours for thousands of people, but these were people he saw on a day-to-day basis.

You held up his hand and pressed a kiss to the back, running your thumb on the side soothingly in hopes to calm him down, which evidently worked; he took in a deep breath and smiled weakly.

“I-I’ll go get some drinks. Did you want anything, water, soda?” he offered, he was so polite.

You opted for water, smiling and watching him as he wandered to the beverage bar. The Siblings sitting at the table with you took this opportunity to talk to you alone.

“Girl, why?” Brother Nathan asked.

“What do you mean ‘why?’”

“Because he’s– eugh!” Brother Theo made a sour face, holding onto Nathan’s hand tightly. “He’s a Cardinal, much higher ranking than you! Is he your sugar daddy or something? Because honey, we can call someone to raise your paycheck at the library–”

“Stop, ew! He’s not doing anything like that!” You scoffed. “I actually really enjoy his company. He’s just shy, if you would just give him a chance to warm up to you, and maybe even warm up to him in return, you'll know he’s very sweet and considerate!”

“Right… and this is the guy that has like… fifteen rats?” Sibling Everest grimaced.

“Oh, stop it, E.” Sister Nicole huffed. “Don’t say that like we don’t have a pet snake in our room.”

“But it’s only one of Nugget! There’s multiple rats!” They defended themself.

“Guys, maybe we should chill. I don’t think he’d appreciate us talking smack about him behind his back like this. We’re supposed to be having fun, remember?” Theo spoke up before the argument got heated.

Everest sighed. “Whatever.”

Copia returned not a minute later, holding five drinks in both hands. “Eh… I got you all some, uh.. Some water. Here,” he passed them along the table, now noticing some tension in the air from the previous conversation.

“Ah… it’s about my rats, isn’t it?” he chuckled sheepishly. “They are perfectly healthy, no- no bad germs, I can assure. And they mostly stay in my room, don’t worry.”

You chuckled as he attempted to socialize, holding his hand gently in reassurance. The rest of the Siblings nodded and tried to be more friendly, though every time they spoke to him, they gave you all skeptical looks.

After everyone had filled their stomachs with food and drinks, Sister Imperator made a few announcements congratulating the upper ranks on a very successful turnout of new Siblings and churchgoers, along with a few achievements from the newly summoned ghouls. She made it pretty short as Papa Nihil needed some medical attention and was wheeled out of the room on oxygen, clutching his saxophone and grumbled in a rusty voice, “I can still play, Seestor! Let me play just once!”

Soon after, I Wanna Dance With Somebody by Whitney Houston started playing, courtesy of the ghoul manning the DJ booth. Siblings just sat awkwardly, unsure if they could dance on the floor or not. You took this opportunity to grab Copia’s hands and yank him out of the chair, pulling him to the dance floor. “C’mon, baby! Let’s go make this official!”

“A-A-Amore, I cannot dance!” he whimpered shakily as you took him to the middle of the dance floor, suddenly twirling him around and making him do the same to you, causing you to giggle. “Yes, you can dance! I’ve seen you on stage before!” “Well, y-yes, but not like this!!” he gasped as you dipped him, pecking him on the lips once more, the watchful eyes of the Siblings widening and a few gasping in shock and amusement. Not a moment later, more Siblings were slowly crawling to the dance floor, singing along and dancing with their friends or partners.

“I-I don’t know the dance to this song, amore!” Copia mumbled, letting you take the lead as you sang the lyrics to him, laughing. “There’s not supposed to be a certain dance, hon! Just feel the music!”

As the song continued, Copia began to feel more confident, finally twirling you around a few times and dipping you in return. “Is it like this, eh… baby?”

“Mhm,” you smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he brought you upright again. You both took a breather to gaze into one another’s eyes, a faint blush on both of your faces. Copia gulped before impulsively leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, holding the kiss for several seconds. You could feel his hands starting to coil around your waist as you both ignored the collective oohing from your peers, and just as he pulled away you followed him, kissing back. This wasn’t a kiss of lust, nor of desire. This felt natural, as if you two were meant to be together, in each other’s arms. It felt like true love.

As you finally pulled away with a chuckle, you could swear you could hear Copia singing under his breath, “I wanna dance with somebody, with somebody who loves me…”

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 3 months

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little sunshine update

hi y'all!! sorry i haven't been updating/releasing anything new in a while, it's taking longer to write this next chapter and hopefully i can have it out before valentine's day!

i also want to write a few (unrelated) valentine's fics as well so hopefully i can finish everything on time 🙏

love you guys 💕

#ghulehthezombiequeen

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Thinking about Copia holding his firstborn for the first time.

Sat in the infirmary room nervously, having sanitised his hands no less than four times, perched on the edge of the chair at the bedside.

Gasping quietly when he sees the baby, a tiny thing swaddled in a white blanket. Light brown curls, one fist wriggled out from the blanket, little pink lips, and their Papa's nose.

"Oh... They are tiny..." is the first thing he says, so softly, as Omega walks over with the baby in his arms.

Copia holds his arms like he's seen people do when they hold babies. His eyes widen as Omega gently places the baby down in his arms. They're heavier than he thought, but it's a nice weight, and they're a cozy warmth.

The baby snuggles into his chest, their eyes shut. They let out a tiny grunt, then a coo.

Copia brings them up close to his face. Gently kisses their forehead. Whispers a blessing in Latin.

Tells them in Italian that he loves them, he'll protect them, and he'll never let them get hurt.

The baby's eyes open. One hazel, one white.

Copia sobs, a proud smile on his face as his emotions get a bit too much for him.

#ugh this is NOT helping my baby fever 😓#ghost #Copia #ghost bc #Cardinal copia

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 3 months

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little sunshine. - my love mine all mine

cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader part 5.

masterlist. / little sunshine masterlist.

tag list: @gothicwonderlust, @siouxbauhaus, @millerthats, @jaymechaos

a/n: omg i'm so sorry it took this long to come out, i got caught up with family and school stuff. As you read I hope you realize why LMAO

warnings/things to note: none other than autistic copia

enjoy <3

word count: 1,263 words.

Having fallen asleep the previous night in Copia's room, you woke up to the nonstop pings from your phone. You rolled over to the side, checking it with half-lidded eyes. Blah blah, Sister Leah asking if Copia abducted you to become his rat queen, blah blah... wait. A notification from the Clergy? Oh, this must be the weekly newsletter, you thought to yourself.

You opened it and sat up straighter, taking note that Copia's side of the bed was empty save for Poof who was busy gnawing on the edges of Copia's pillowcase. You swiped down the long... long... long message for the higher-ups and the ghouls, stopping as soon as you see your title.

[MSG FRM THE CLERGY]

Sibling of Sin, We wish to inform you of the annual Winter Formal in honor of the Dark Lord bringing us all safely through the new year (with the exception of a ghoul incident, that matter has now been disclosed). We would like for everyone to participate; there will be food and beverages, dancing, winter-themed activities, and the like. THIS YEAR'S THEME: Skating Soirée. Please dress accordingly: Sisters and other feminine-presenting Siblings - Evening gowns, any length, heels and/or sandals. Skirts allowed. Brothers and other masculine-presenting Siblings - Suits, jackets, dress pants, dress shoes. Ties optional. Siblings may bring up to one guest of their choice.

You felt a smile creep upon your lips as you read more of the message. A winter formal? Always a fun time. But with Copia? Oh, you had to cover your mouth to prevent a giggle as you envisioned him all dressed up and nervous, holding a bouquet of flowers for you as a gift before escorting you to the party. Oh yeah. This was going to be fun.

A cold chill ran through your bones, and you shivered, making your way to his bathroom closet and pulling out a blue and black colored robe with his trademark C on the left pocket. You wondered where he'd gone off to, slipping out of the room for a brief moment and wandering down to the kitchens where you saw him making a tray to carry back up to his room. His back was facing you, so he had no idea you were there. He just stood there putting a mug of coffee and a small bowl of fruits while humming 'He Is.'

"Ah, there you are, lovely. Good morning," you greeted, walking closer to him. He jumped at the sound of your sweet voice and turned to face you, his jaw opening a bit in shock.

"Ehh.... hello. I-I mean, good- good morning... you look... nice. In my robe." He blushed at the sight of you, trying to take his eyes off of your figure engulfed in his fluffy robe, but it was a very difficult task.

"Thank you. It's very comfortable." You smiled and reached for his mug, taking a small sip of his coffee before making a face and handing it back. "Mm. That's... wow, um. That's really... sweet." you blinked.

He laughed as he watched your reaction. "Oh, uh, yeah... I-I tend to make my coffee very very sweet," he gave you a half-grin and looked down at his Hello Kitty loafers for a moment before looking back up at you. "S-So, uh... did you sleep well?"

You purposefully yawned and stretched your arms up high, the robe revealing a little more skin that normal (okay, maybe just to tease him a little), then nodded. "Yeah, I slept alright."

Copia blinked at you, and you swear you could see the gears turning in his head before he sputtered an incoherent response, which you weren't sure was entirely English. His face was already beet red and he felt the butterflies resurface in his tummy; was he that easy to fluster?

"What's the matter, sweet pea?" You chirped, leaning over the counter and propping your chin with your hand, staring at him innocently, as if you'd done no wrong.

"Oh... uh... nothing... is nothing, h-honey." he mumbled, feeling his ears turn pink as he looked away from you. Did he really just call you honey? He was an idiot.

"Mm, you sure?" you cocked your head to one side, leaning just a bit closer towards his face, almost as if your perfect pouty lips were about to beg for a kiss. As if you thought his face couldn't get any redder, it got redder. His mouth was agape, he was frozen in place, too scared to make a move. He whimpered your name, feeling beads of sweat starting to fall down the side of his face. "Yes, my darling?" You asked innocently, batting your lashes.

"Eh.... n-nothing, just... don't- ugh- just... I'm hot..." he looked away shyly and subconsciously started rubbing his knuckles together slowly. "Yeah, you are," you teased, hopping over the counter to wrap an arm around his tiny little waist, smiling up at him and reveling in his reactions before pulling away with a chuckle.

"You are a cutie pie, y'know that?" you couldn't resist booping his nose gently with your finger, causing him to crinkle it in recoil for a few seconds. "W-Well, uh... maybe I can't deny that I am a cutie pie..." was his weak response, he tried his best to sound confident, but he was too entranced by your beauty.

You hummed with a sweet smile and took another sip of his insanely sweet coffee, not bothering to make a new one yourself. "Oh, by the way, did you see the thing about the winter formal?"

He smiled softly. "Yes, this year's theme is skating soirée, it's gonna be a very fun time... are- are you going to go?" He silently held his breath in anticipation of your answer, hoping it was yes so you could go as a couple.

"Hmm... maybe. Why, were you gonna ask me to go with you?" you smirked, already knowing the answer.

He stopped in his tracks, going silent as his mind raced with thoughts (more negative than positive). He gulped and nodded. "Y-Yeah... actually, I was."

"Hm... let's see, am I doing anything that day, I wonder?" you crunch your face as you pretend to think, attempting to tease him once more.

"Eh... baby...? Please say you're free that day." "...Did you just call me baby?" you gushed.

His face turned scarlet once more. "I-I did?! Mi dispiace, Sorella, I-I didn't mean to-" You cut him off with a giggle. "No, no, don't apologize! I think it's cute you called me that!"

"Oh... okie-dokie, then. I-I will call you that from now on," he nodded firmly, looking even more like a goofball than he was already.

"And to answer your question, yes, I'd love to go with you," you replied with a chuckle, placing your delicate hands on his face so he'd finally look you in the eyes. "I was just teasing earlier. Don't worry your little head, alright?" You pressed a light kiss to his forehead to soothe his nerves.

"O-oh my goodness…" Copia was stunned, a mix of emotions filled his heart. He felt so relieved that you'd go to the formal with him, you'll both be wearing cute outfits and have so much fun that night. He was so excited! "Y-you mean it? Honestly?"

You nodded. "Honest to the Dark One."

You moved to go in for another kiss, your lips barely grazing each other's, hands on each other's waists, eyes closed... but Sister Audrey walked into the kitchen. "Ohhhh my- you- and him!!!"

It was a rush of a morning.

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my classmates said that i'd be the type to go out with a newly divorced wine dad with 2 kids and idk how to feel about that

#ghuleh's rambles #also i'm working on the next chapter trust

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 4 months

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stargirl interlude - sodo x reader

masterlist.

a/n: *cracks knuckles* alright first fic of the new year lets go!!! also li hing mui is dried plum and they make a powder which is put on almost every dessert/candy in hawaii! it's delicious and everyone should try it because y'all are missing out (ok maybe i wanted to share a bit of culture with u guys)

warnings/things to note: afab reader but no pronouns used, sodo says the L word (no not leprosy), talk about pregnancy (nothing happens though), he's a big goofball and doesn't understand humans' societal dating rules, slightly suggestive (he's getting baby fever due to his heat cycle approaching)

enjoy <3

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Sodo stared at you as you entered his room in the middle of the night, holding a bag. "I come bearing gifts!" you said triumphantly, causing him to crack a small smile. "What's that?" he asked, eyeing the contents of the bag. "Li hing gummy worms! You'll like it, it's tangy." you smile, tossing him the bag.

He caught the bag of gummy worms in one hand, his eyes narrowing to slits as he inspected the packaging before taking a worm out and sniffing it before nibbling on it. His eyes widened and it wasn't long until he shoved the rest of the candy into his mouth. "You're correct."

"You're welcome, ya goofball." you smiled, sitting next to him and holding out your palm. "May I have one?"

He nodded, tail swishing in satisfaction as he dug into the bag, dropping a red and blue worm into your palm.

"Wow, so generous," you joked sarcastically. "But thank you." You popped the sweet candy into your mouth, mouth instantly watering as the li hing powder coated your tongue.

Sodo continued devouring a few more gummies before he turned to you with a crooked smile. "I have a question."

"Yeah? What's up?"

His smile broadened as he watched you finished eating your gummy worm. "Marry me."

You blinked. "I- what?"

He didn't hesitate as he got down onto one knee and took out a black ring box. "Marry me." he repeated.

"Er... no thank you?" you answered hesitantly, looking puzzled. "What are... you doing?"

He didn't seem offended by your answer as he sat back on the couch next to you. "You don't want to marry me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side in curiosity.

"Um, honey, we're not even dating."

His brows furrowed as he thought for a moment, nodding. "So... we're going to date first? When can we start? Now?"

His innocence caused you to laugh, shaking your head. "Oh, no, honey, that's not how this works."

He pouted but couldn't hold back a smile as he saw you laughing. "Then when do we start?"

You stared at him, letting out a chuckle as you shook your head. "Well, normally... someone asks the person they like to go somewhere together. Like dinner at a restaurant, coffee, even the fair."

Sodo's ghoulish tail started to wrap around your leg, pinning it to the seat. "So, you're saying I should ask you out on a date? Okay!" "W-Wha- slow down!" you laughed, nudging his tail off your leg.

He moved his tail out of the way but was soon replaced by his hand as he pulled you close to him. "So. Date, now. We go, yes?"

"No, not now! Sodo, I swear on everything unholy, it's 3am! And get your paw off my leg." you tugged at his loose sleeve, lifting his arm away.

He frowned, slowly letting go of you. "But... but I love you." he whined.

That statement caught you off-guard, feeling your cheeks turn pink. "Er... S-Sodo, you, uh... you don't say that right away."

He shrugged. "I didn't know the exact rules." He went silent for a moment, tapping his foot as he thought. After a moment, he figured it out, eyes lighting up. "So I should ask you out on a date, we go to dinner and then I say 'I love you'?"

You giggled at his silliness. "No, we're supposed to talk about ourselves at dinner, see if we're compatible for each other. That word doesn't come until later."

"Like... after we've kissed a few times and we both know each other's secret weaknesses?" He asked, confused.

"I... sure."

"Okay. So after that, I ask you to marry me again?"

"Sodo, hon. Listen." You grabbed his face gently. "Marriage doesn't happen that quick. It takes at least a year of dating."

His eyes flickered with confusion but nodded. "Okay, well... I'll ask you to marry me after our first date then. Okay?"

"Sodo. You can marry me later. After about, hm, one hundred dates and a few years." You said firmly.

"Ohh, so first date, then we ask to be engaged." His tail wagged slightly, his smile widening. "Is that right?"

"Ah, no." You shook your head. "Sodo, marriage doesn't come that quickly unless you want people to think you got me pregnant."

Sodo tilted his head, one of his eyebrows cocking upwards as a devious smile hint at his lips. "Is that a challenge, then?" Your eyes widened and you gasped, lightly hitting his harm. "Is that a yes, my dear?" his smile widened, moving his tail to snake around your waist. "Sodo, I'm not having kids!" "But I want some," he pleaded, giving you puppy-dog eyes. "Please?"

"I don't think a half-ghoul child is a good thing," you shook your head.

"Why not? Don't you want a little me running around to call your own?" He leaned closer, gently touching your cheek with his finger. "Our baby," he whispered.

What was wrong with him? He was never like this. Your eyes widened as you realized-- he was nearing his heat cycle.

"Does someone have baby fever? Is it because your heat should be coming soon?"

He grunted, leaning in and sniffing your neck. "Soon enough..." You rolled your eyes. Great, now he was being clingy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him back. "Alright, that's enough."

"But you look so tasty... please... you smell delicious." he whined.

"I'm gonna lock you in my closet for two weeks again if you don't behave." you warned, which did the trick as he shot back up and cuddled a pillow instead, letting out a small hiss.

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