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conjuring-ghouls · 1 year

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Stained Glass Windows

Papa Emeritus IV x Female Reader

Author’s Note: This is just a little something I wrote yesterday at 3 am to make me feel better about Copia's possible death.

I don't write anything in years and my articulation in English sucks so excuse the poor writing. Comments are welcome and appreciated. Enjoy! 😊🖤

Warnings: Fluff, Copia on his sparkly blue suit, mentions of smut, adult language, slightly nsfw, 18+.

The ministry was empty as you both stumbled the dark corridors to Copia's quarters, the few souls who chose to stay instead of going back to their families for the holidays already long asleep.

You were both tipsy from the wine you had, your hands eager, searching, teasingly touching each other while you made the way upstairs to the Papal wing in the north tower, moonlight shining through the stained glass windows and forming mysterious shades as you walked.

There was something in the air tonight; it might have been the alcohol, the winter sky, or maybe the moonlight, you didn’t know for sure, but the love and passion between you was so intense - so much more than usual - it was palpable. You felt it all the way through the night.

You went out for dinner at this tiny little place in town you knew Copia loved. It was an Italian restaurant next to the hillside and it had been such an intimate night; you both had such a good time in each other’s company. And you had been teasing each other all night long.

He’d been silly and innocent, yet so hot at the same time - just like his usual self - and made you laugh all night with his clumsy personality. Truth was, you missed him. Work at the ministry was stressful and exhausting and Copia had been busy lately, burnt out by all the responsibilities and anxiety that came with his position.

You missed this; going out together, just the two of you enjoying each other’s company. Laughing together and talking about everything and nothing, like you did when you first fell in love with each other, when he was still Cardinal Copia and Papa was a distant title.

Now, back to the ministry, after many glasses of wine and already all worked up, it felt like you just couldn't get your hands off each other. You were quite a sight. Both your lipstick and his face paintings were blurred and spread all around each other from the kissing you shared just minutes ago when he pinned you against the ministry’s front door.

You were in your midnight blue dress (the one you picked out carefully hours before, especially because you knew he loved it). He was wearing his blue sparkly suit - the one that always made him look so hot. He was so unaware of the fact that he could bring you to your knees so easily while he was wearing it - if only he asked.

When you finally reached the top of the stairs, he separated from you for just a second to open his quarter’s door. The room was light when you walked in - the full moon reaching through the lancet windows, Stephen King’s Salem still sitting on the bed, exactly where you left it.

You moaned when he held you again, lifting you by your thighs and placing you on his dresser, touching you so tenderly, as if you could disappear the moment he let go of you - as if it hurt to be apart from you for more than a few seconds.

You were quick to place your legs around his waist, longing for his touch, to feel his body pressed against yours. His arms pulled you by your waist and held you even closer, ending every possible gap between you. Copia's mismatched eyes stared into yours for a second. You smiled and let out a soft moan; it felt so good to be held by him, to have his arms around you. Satan, how you'd missed him.

You took in the man in front of you. He looked especially beautiful tonight, the moonlight hitting his face and jacket through the window next to his bed, sending light spots all around the room. His hair neatly slicked back as usual, with the exception of a couple loose locks that you couldn’t help but slide back with your hands in a sweet, loving gesture.

In a way he looked like a deer: so pure and innocent. Bright and needy eyes starring back at you - filled with love and admiration, wanting you, longing your approval, needing to be loved. You also knew, though, he could be like a wolf if he wanted to: a predator ready to devour you in the best meaning of the word. But above all he was your Copia, your Papa, your husband and you just loved him so deeply and intensely it almost hurt.

He stopped and also took you in for a while - unsure of what to say. He wanted to tell you how tonight was wonderful, how beautiful you looked in your midnight blue dress, how sexy your thighs looked coming out from the slits on it. How much he missed you and wanted you, in all the ways possible. How he'd been waiting the whole night to touch you like this, to feel your heat. How he wanted to lift you by your tights again, place you on the windowsill and fuck you - then and there, with your back against his stained glass window - not fast and merciless, but desperately and tenderly.

So many thoughts and so many things to say yet nothing came out of his mouth. He was so overwhelmed by you, it was hard to put anything into words. He closed his eyes for a while and rested his forehead on yours, feeling you, touching you, your legs around his waist, his breathing heavy.

"Dolcezza… I…" he tried and at the mere sound of his voice, you were inundated with sheer love and admiration for this clumsy, adorable sexy man. Before he could continue, you couldn't help the instinct of lacing your hands behind his neck and pulling him in for a deep kiss.

He moaned in your mouth, you could still taste some of the alcohol in his breath. He tasted so delicious, so yours. His hands went from your waist to your ass and then to your thighs and squeezed them - lovingly and filled with respect for your body but also intensely - touching you, convincing himself that you were real and you were there, right in front of him. Despite all his insecurities and pathetic imperfections, and for all the reasons he would never ever understand, you chose him and you're his - forever.

He decided that was all that mattered. All the imminent uncertainties and fears - the pressure and anxiety he was going through lately, the thoughts that he might be replaced or - Satan forbid - killed, forgotten for just tonight.

You would think about it in the morning. You would find a way, figure something out - together. You would run away together, if it got to that. But tonight you only chose to love each other. You just needed each other’s touch.

“Papa?” you moaned in his ear when you broke the kiss.

“Yes, amore mio?” was all that came out of his lips, eyes still shut, still overwhelmed by your smell, your taste, your breath tickling his neck.

“Will you just fuck me, now?” you begged, squeezing your thighs even harder around his waist.

His hips instantly came forward and pressed against yours, in the attempt of closing the already unexisting space between you, and you could already feel his hard length - how needy he was, how he needed your heat, your touch, your smell all over him.

How could he say no when you asked so sweetly for him? When you looked that beautiful when you begged? When he missed you and needed you as much as you needed him?

“Forever, tesoro” he whispered in your ears, before bringing his lips to your neck and kissing it, marking you there with some more of his black face paint.

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jazz-bazz · 2 months

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more raindrop lab coat au!!

this time it's about their secret relationship that everyone's betting about, and drunk rain just spitting it out to copia the bartender... dew sighs a lot

the working title was "What Happened At The Bar, Stays At The Bar" but i figured the new one is better bcs it's funnier

and the machine rain used to ask dew out is a real thing, though i have no idea if theyd even put it at exhibitions 😂 i just heard about it in a lecture and figured its perfect for lab coat raindrop

ALSOALSOALSO

YOU GUYS NEED TO SEE THIS ART @floating-goblin-art did!!! can't stop looking at it send help

without further ado, here’s

One Time Password

The pack decided on Monday to go out to Zenith on Friday after work, to get dinner and then also some drinks. The plan is of course, supported by Aether, boyfriend of Zenith’s owner Copia, and Swiss and Zephyr, who are booked to perform there on weekend evenings. So after work everyone goes back to their own apartments to freshen up and then meet up at Zenith at about 8 pm, plenty of time to get good seats and for Swiss and Zephyr to prepare.

Mountain of course invited Sunshine to come with them, so Aether, not wanting to be fifth wheeling while Zephyr’s on stage-because Rain and Dew, who are supposedly not dating, are attached at the hip-invited Ifrit from inorganic chem department, whom he and Dew are trying to set up with Zephyr. Swiss also invited Phantom, for support he said, who in turn invited Aurora for emotional support because he needs someone his age.

Swiss and Zephyr plays for about an hour, and then they joined the group, which is now a very big group, sitting in the corner table of the bar sipping on their who knows however many rounds of drinks, all of them are already at least a little bit warm and tipsy now, based on the nonstop giggling coming from the table. Even the young newcomers are getting comfortable with the older ghouls, cracking jokes and making witty remarks now and then.

“Hey Rainy. Rain!” Aether tries to get the water ghoul’s attention, which is fixated mostly on a cackling Dewdrop, after he and Ifrit and Swiss does another impression of this annoying human professor in the inorganic chem department.

“Huh, yes Aether?” Rain finally notices Aether calling their name.

“Your turn to get us drinks now, please.”

“Oh right! I need a refill too, anyone has a special request or just beer?”

“Could you get me that blue fizzy drink that guy is having? It looks interesting,” Aurora asked.

“I’ll ask Copia about it, anyone else?”

“I want the drink Copia made me last time I was here, no idea what it’s called because I said I need something and he said he knew just the thing, then he gave me that and it’s been on my mind ever since,” Dew finally stops laughing long enough to give his answer.

“Very helpful,” Rain says with a playful roll of their eyes, “But sure, I’ll ask Copia, but if he doesn’t remember I’m getting you a beer.”

Nobody else has any requests so Rain makes their way to the bar and waves Copia over, who takes their order and starts working on them. Thankfully he does remember what he gave Dew, which Rain then asks him to make 2 of, because they want to try it too. It turns out to be some kind of fruit cocktail thing, a new recipe, Copia said.

After this round the group starts to disperse to go dancing and pausing the drinking for a bit. The theme is 70s-80s so not only are they dancing, they’re also singing (some badly, some quite good, some are really good too, complete with harmonising).

The dance floor is chaotic to say the least, they started in groups of twos and threes, but they keep switching with each other so much that nobody knows anymore. Copia just watches over them from the bar to make sure everyone is okay, and maybe also to ogle Aether’s ass a bit, because those are very fine ass.

But one by one they get tired and retreat back to their table, with fresh drinks in their hands. Mountain, Zephyr, Ifrit, Aether, and Sunshine are chatting with each other, Swiss is still on the dance floor with Phantom, Aurora, and Dew, and Rain is making their way to the bar once again.

“Hey Copia,” Rain says with hint of slurring, “Can I get that fruity drink from earlier?”

“Sure, wait here a sec,” Copia says while reaching for the ingredients.

“Oh wait, make that two, my boyfriend must be thirsty too,” Rain smiles big and dopey with heart eyes, “Oops, forget I said that, it’s for me, I’m sooooo thirsty I can drink a gallon,” he proceeds to cover his mouth with his hands.

Copia then pauses, because boyfriend? Since when does Rain have a boyfriend? And why does he not know about this, Aether usually tells him stories from the labs, “Boyfriend?”

“Huh, what?” Rain tries to back off and deflect, “I said it’s for me, come on, C, I’m parched.”

“Oh no you aren’t. Here’s drink number one but I’m not gonna make the other one until you tell me more, and you have to pay for two drinks. Spill, Rainy, who’s the lucky person?” Copia leans his head on his hands like a schoolgirl.

“Ummm… No I’m still single, what do you mean? I’m mingling right now,” Rain starts looking around for some help, which he finds when they catch Dewdrop’s eyes from the dance floor.

“Nope, no you aren’t. I don’t believe you, come on, spill. Or wait, let me guess, is it Dew?”

“Did I hear someone call my name? You miss me that much, C?” Dew arrives to Rain’s rescue. Being a fire ghoul, his temperature and magic burns through alcohol much faster than the other ghouls, so he is barely tipsy now.

“Are you Rain’s boyfriend?” Copia shoots him with the question.

“Uhh what? What’s going on here?” Dew asks with a confused little tilt to his head.

“Drunk Rainy over here says he wants two drinks, one for them and one for his boyfriend, they said. Before then covering his mouth and saying it’s for them alone, which I totally don’t buy because as people say, the first word are the truth, especially when drunk.”

“Noooo, don’t tell him that he’ll get mad, I’m not supposed to say anything,” Rain whispers quite loudly to Copia, his drunk mind thinking Dew won’t hear it, even though he does.

Dew sighs.

“Rainy, darling, light of my life, bestest friend forever and ever,“ Dew turns to Rain, and holds his cheeks in his hands, “I totally heard that.“

Copia just watches the two with a very amused smile and a knowing glint in his eyes, “So, how long have you guys been dating? And no more fooling me.“

“First promise you won’t tell anyone, not even Aether,“ Dew wags a finger at him. Meanwhile Rain just drinks his cocktail and sometimes smiling randomly at Dew and see, this is why Dew almost always takes Rain home before they get drunk in front of all their friends. He can’t keep a secret to save his life when he’s intoxicated.

“Fine, swear on Satan. Now spit it out.“

“Since around fifth semester? This guy asked me to accompany him to a science exhibition and then asked me out using the machine that one could use to draw with atoms. We’d just learned about that in class and I guess they noticed I was so fascinated with it? And Satan knows how he managed to get the guy in the exhibition to do it. It was sweet and dorky and just perfect.“

“Aweeee, but what’s with the secrecy?“

“That is just us being petty to you all,“ Dew smirks, “You keep pushing us and everything, don’t think we don’t know about that bet. So you know, we don’t want anyone to win that bet so we just hid it. Actually I proposed to them a few months ago, and we decided to have the wedding as soon as both of us are finished with our degrees and just reveal it to you by sending you guys the invitations. Also we want the bet money then.“

“That’s… actually clever,“ Copia muses, “Though I want compensation if you want me to keep my mouth shut from Aether,“ he smirks.

Dew promptly bangs his head on the table, “Fuck you, C. What the fuck do you want.“

“10% of the winnings from the bet and I get to officiate the wedding of my forever OTP,“ he offers his hand for Dew to shake on.“

“No idea what the fuck does a password have to do with us but deal, we were already planning on you either to officiate or be on my party. And 10% is not a problem,“ Dew shakes Copia‘s hand.

“Not a password Dew,“ now it’s Copia‘s turn to sigh, “OTP is One True Pairing, as in a couple you’re rooting for the most. Internet slang, you wouldn’t understand, old man.“

“Now who the fuck are you calling old,“ Dew grumbles, “Also, you’ll keep it from Aether and everyone else?“

“Yes, Dewcifer Drop.“

“So now can I get my drink?“

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blanketorghost · 2 months

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Unlike the waves of the Suminoe

Word count: 2,793

Summary: It's Azul's birthday, and despite Azul's policies about gifts, Yuu insists on giving his crush a birthday present.

Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto x Yuu Fujisaki (implied)

A/N: Happy birthday to my bestest boy mwah💕

Companion/continuation fic can be found here! Also I will add the companion art tmrw im so tired fr

Taglist: @kazumify @the-trinket-witch @yavya

"I know you don't usually accept these, but... happy birthday." Against his better judgment, Yuu extended the carefully gift-wrapped package to Azul. His eyes glued to the floor as a sudden bashfulness filled his body. For once, he was grateful that Vil had forced him to wear that full-coverage foundation.

Somehow, someway, Yuu had been roped into being Azul's interview host for his birthday party, whatever that was supposed to entail.

It was a long-standing tradition in Night Raven College to make these grandiose celebrations for students; The entire dorm would be decorated to its max splendor and the birthday boy would be awarded all sorts of gifts; even receiving a specially tailored suit that fit the year's theme. Is that where the budget to fix Ramshackle dorm went? Either way, Yuu couldn't really complain. After all, he was awarded the same luxuries when his own birthday came along. Kalim and Vil made sure of that.

The festive atmosphere that engulfed the Octavinelle dorm was also a welcome change of pace. With the VDC approaching, practice was getting more and more intense. So when the opportunity arose to finally relax and pig out on junk food and sweet treats, practically everyone jumped at the chance— even if the birthday boy wasn't particularly well-liked by most members of the NRC Tribe.

It also was exciting to be able to candidly ask Azul about himself for once. Whenever they met up, they seldom talked about each other, often their conversations being engulfed by work or contracts rather than other, more casual topics one would normally talk about with friends. Yet, as host, Yuu was allowed the rare opportunity to run an honest-to-goodness interview without running the risk of being blackmailed by the octomer, something he couldn't just pass by.

It was pleasant to hear about Azul's birthday memories first-hand, and he even got to learn about his family traditions. He spoke plainly and happily about his parents, the ristorante they had back at the coral sea, and his own thought processes behind his management of the lounge. Yuu reveled in that moment of subtle vulnerability. It was nice not having to read between words for once.

Now that the interview was over, though, Azul went back to his all-business persona as he cheerfully greeted guests and accepted well-wishes, often recommending dishes in-between or proposing deals. It was only until the very end of the party that Yuu could catch his attention again and pull him aside to an empty table.

The wrapping paper crinkled as he clutched the gift harder and slightly bowed— his body moving on its own before he could even think. Despite being in Twisted Wonderland for more than a semester now, he still couldn't shake up some of the rigid mannerisms from back home.

Perfect, now he looked more like a fool.

"Ah. I think you've wished me happy birthday... three times already?" Azul's laugh ringed on Yuu's ears. Melodious and sweet. Genuine even, compared to his usual tone. "But if you know my rules, then you should've known already I can't take it." Despite his statement, Azul tentatively took the package and examined it.

It didn't look like anything special. A flat, hand-sized rectangle that was wrapped in modest striped lavender paper from Sam's shop. Yuu had done this intentionally. He thought if the gift looked inconspicuous enough, Azul would accept it without protesting, but it seemed he had underestimated his crush's stubbornness.

"It's a dumb rule." Yuu quickly retorted. "I don't need or want anything in return, Azul. It's literally your birthday." He finally found the courage to look up. As his eyes were met with Azul's smile, he couldn't help but return it with his own, his only hope being that it wasn't too dopey or lovesick. "And honestly, you're already allowing me the joy of giving. Isn't that enough payback?"

"If you word it like that, I suppose that's enough." He laughed again, and Yuu's heart did a flip. "What is it?"

"You'll have to open it to find out."

"Can't you just tell me?"

"That's not how this works, come on—" Yuu let himself laugh as he finally sat beside him and averted his gaze towards the cutlery on the table. Maybe if he didn't have to look him directly in the face, his anxiety would fade slightly.

He nudged the present closer and held his breath as Azul unwrapped the package, careful not to rip the paper. If he were from earth, Yuu thought, Azul would be the type of person that would save them to wrap other gifts.

"A bookmark?" He held the wooden charm up. The delicately carved slab was decorated at the bottom corner with a wave pattern— the closest Yuu could guide Rook to paint on with his limited artistic talent to reflect the ones he'd seen at home. At the top, a braided satin tassel was looped through a small hole, tied into a rope.

"I- I'm not good with crafts like these, so I commissioned Epel and Rook to help me out with some—... I wanted to give you something you could use." Yuu tried his best not to trip over his words as he explained. Why was he even explaining himself, though? His plan was to just give him the package and dip, but instead, Yuu was now hunched forward, one finger pointing at the details he wanted Azul to take notice of.

"Thank you. It is indeed quite a useful gift." Azul's voice softened, but Yuu couldn't really gauge what he truly thought about the gift without looking at him— something he refused to do. "Is this design common where you come from?"

"Yes, the pattern here is called a seigaiha. It's meant to represent ocean waves. Though Rook did take some artistic liberties on his interpretation."

"And this?" Azul's hand slid to the complex knot at the top. His curiosity slightly encouraging Yuu.

"It doesn't mean anything specifically, but I wanted to mimic an omamori— a good luck charm." He answered before averting his eyes again in embarrassment. "That's the only part I contributed with manually."

"It's still very intricate. Though I'm a bit insulted that you think I need a lucky charm." He felt Azul's weight shift beside him as he leaned on him for a few seconds. He knew it was a friendly nudge, but that still didn't help Yuu feel any less flustered.

"Everyone needs a little luck every once in a while, besides—" Yuu guided Azul's hand and flipped the bookmark to its backside, which had a small, white rectangle painted at its center. "It doesn't have the spell that makes it lucky written on it."

"So there is magic in your world." Azul's voice gained a smug tone, that one he used so often whenever he wanted to tease Yuu. Usually, he would just laugh along and reciprocate with a quip of his own, but his brain was already working overtime with just maintaining his composure. Thankfully, Azul didn't seem to notice as he continued. "Then, shouldn't you write something? It's your gift, after all."

"I am magicless, remember? It wouldn't work. Besides, my handwriting's kind of ugly. I didn't want to ruin it."

"I don't think— nevermind." He felt Azul's posture falter for a second. "What I meant is that... It'd be nice to get a message from you. But if you say so, I suppose it's for the best then."

Yuu's eyes darted up. Did Azul sound... disappointed? If he did, he didn't show it. His expression was as inscrutable as always, his lips curled into that all-business smile as his delicate fingers ran through the blank slate.

God, he was gorgeous.

And it was getting very difficult to keep denying him, especially on his birthday.

"I may... know something I could write on."

"Oh?" Azul turned to him, head tilting in curiosity. "What do you have in mind?"

"I don't want it to be something menial like a 'happy birthday' or a regular well-wishes message. That'd be a disservice to Rook and Epel's work. So instead, I thought.... I know a certain poem I could write instead."

"You're writing me a poem?" Azul's smile widened, and he crinkled his eyes smugly, having found the perfect opportunity to tease Yuu. "I didn't take you for a romantic. Or a writer for that matter."

"And I didn't take you for an insufferable tease, and yet here we are." He flicked a finger to Azul's temple, Azul flinching in return. "I'm not writing you a poem. I'm writing a poem. Pragmatics, 'Zul-kun."

"But it is directed at me, no? So you are writing it for me." The boy chuckled as he moved a hand to his forehead, rubbing the spot where Yuu flicked at him. "Shame I won't be getting an original. It would skyrocket the bookmark's value."

"You can't afford me." Yuu retorts, returning Azul's smug and cheeky smile with one of his own.

"I doubt that. What are your rates?"

"I'll discuss with my associates and get back to you."

The two let out a low chuckle as the conversation naturally veers back to their usual dynamic. And Yuu gives himself the luxury to lightly nudge Azul, extending their contact for just a little precious second longer. "Now I'm curious, though. What poem are you going to write for me?"

"It's just a short thing. Back from a collection of poems that are pretty famous back home." Yuu explains, not truly wanting to get into the thick of it just yet. If only to make their conversation longer.

"And?" Azul leans closer, not buying Yuu's humble description. They have known one another for long enough that Yuu wouldn't just bring it up if it was that trivial.

"And, it's also become a kind of card game because of its fame. It's called Hyakunin Isshu karuta."

"A hundred people, a hundred poems, huh?" Azul perks up, leaning forward and placing his palms on his chin. "Must be quite a challenge to memorize all of them."

"Oh, not really." Yuu smiles in spite of himself, and he sees Azul frown in return. He quickly wipes the smile off his face and coughs. "I mean- they are quite short. Just 5 verses each, split in two. So they're not that hard to memorize. Much like a couple of songs or an album by your favorite artist..."

"I get it. A simple game of memorization." Azul's interest seemed to have returned. "So what you're telling me is that if I memorize all 100 poems, I could win this game?"

"Well, yes. But you also have to be quick enough. Some competitive players can spot the matching card to a poem in seconds."

Azul hums, straightening back on his seat. "That's an interesting premise. You must come to the board game club one day and explain in more detail, I wouldn't mind investing in creating a deck for us to play."

"Maybe I'll buy you a set for your next birthday." Yuu smiles to himself at the tacit promise of celebrating another year with Azul by his side, even if it's just as friends.

"I'll hold you to that." Azul taps his finger on the table, then leans closer to him. "Now, about this mystery poem..." He trails off, urging Yuu to start writing.

A soft light emerges from his right hand and his signature fishbone quill materializes, shimmering that bright golden hue that illuminated part of the table.

Yuu carefully takes it. The last time he'd used it was when he signed those dreaded contracts in what seemed forever ago. He never expected he would've become so close with Ashengrotto when he was presented with the deals, much less catch feelings for him.

"Since you're being so annoying, maybe I'll just write half of it."

"So you're giving me half a gift? How stingy of you. Since when did you become such a cheapskate?"

"Shush." Yuu turns to Azul, placing a finger on his own lips. "The bookmark is the gift. The poem's just an add on you insisted on." He says, then places the tip of the quill atop the slate, slowly and meticulously starting with the first line. "Besides, think of it as a challenge; I'm giving you three fifths of a full poem. Can you guess what the last two lines are before next year?"

"That's terribly unfair." Azul stifles a giggle, his eyes following each and every one of Yuu's movements as he writes. "How will I be able to know?"

"Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with something..." Yuu hums, tracing the line of a kanji until he's sufficiently satisfied with its thickness. "You're smart like that."

Azul only hums back in agreement, then chimes in once more "What is a 'Suminoe'? You have to at least explain to me the foreign terms."

"It's the name of a beach. I thought it'd be fitting given the bookmark's pattern." Yuu answers, mentally measuring the length of the third and final line. "All poems of this type have something relating to nature."

"And so, you thought of an ocean themed poem."

"Correct." Yuu nods, flicking the nib to finish his last stroke.

He couldn't quite discern from just Azul's tone if the comment was condescending, interested, disappointed, or entirely neutral about the poem's subject. Azul's voice already had a melodic and dramatic tilt to it when he talked. And the cadence of his words were so meticulously controlled to give so much information about his mood, they were a puzzle in itself.

"... I think I'm done." Yuu hands his finished message to Azul, who adjusts his glasses as he carefully inspects the writing on the slab.

As he reads the few lines repeatedly, Yuu watches his eyebrows pinch and his lips purse, and his heart skips a beat when Azul's expression slowly turns into a disappointed grimace.

"... I don't get it." He sighs, dejected, and places the bookmark down on the table

That was a risk Yuu always had to account for; that his references or sayings would be misunderstood or flew over people's heads. Especially when he'd just chosen to write half a tanka, famously known to need those last two lines to bring out the full context of the message. Usually, Yuu wouldn't even bother to say anything that could incur the confusion of others, but, with Azul, there was a benefit to being cryptic; It kept him interested.

Azul was so curious, so hungry for knowledge, he would eat up any and all information Yuu gave him. And whatever he didn't understand, he was eager to make it so he would the next time it was mentioned. At some point, Yuu started to intentionally include some of Earth's locations and slang, just to have the pleasure to explain to Azul anything that would pique his interest. It was nice to have an excuse to talk about home... especially when the listener was so eager to learn.

"It's incomplete. You're supposed to find the words to make it make sense to you." Yuu chuckles, handing Azul the quill back and leaning his cheek to rest on his fist. "I think it'd be interesting to see what meaning you extract from those words, then later see how closely it matches the authors." He smiles, but Azul only returns his gesture with a pout.

"Fine. I suppose it would be interesting to try out." He sighs and makes the quill disappear with a snap of his fingers. "But I would've rather had a full poem to think about."

"You're no fun."

"Perhaps I am not. But you'll still try to complete the poem?"

"Of course I will. That is, if I can't manage to pry those last verses from you."

"Over my dead body."

Azul chuckles once more, and, as he is called over by one of the employees of the lounge, Yuu watches him leave the table and bids his goodbyes, taking the gift from the table and putting it in his coat pocket.

Success.

He stays there seated for a while, watching as Azul weaves through the crowds and stops at some instances to entertain the guests. No rhythm or pattern, he just melded into the crowd seamlessly only to pop up once again somewhere else.

In a way, Yuu compared it to a delicate dance. A push and pull of socialization and taking times for himself to recharge. A beautiful view in his eyes.

Maybe that's why he chose that poem. Something that reminds him of Azul's nature of hiding, camouflaging, a figure so ethereal he felt it could only be seen from afar.

Unlike the waves that come up to the shore of Suminoe, in the gathered night.

#azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland #yuu fujisaki #twst oc #twst yuu #twst azul #ghost drabbles #ghost fics #azuyuu #yuuazu #azul x yuu #yuu x azul #azul x oc #azul x mc #twst #writing stuff

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copiousloverofcopia · 2 years

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Question: How would Papa feel about having a Prime Mover who was brutally SAed by a former partner and hasn't had "relations" with anyone since? How would he handle their first time together and sooth her fears and tears?

Ok so since you said Papa, I assume you mean Copia since he is our reigning Papa. Thank you for the ask anon, sending you love.

I was intentionally vague with the SA details as I want this to be something that is positive and not triggering as much as possible. As someone who has experienced this in the past, I hope that this might help someone else feel better with intimacy and I wish anyone who has had this happen to them, a partner like Copia.

Mending Wounds

Also available here on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below

⚠️ Mention of SA, if this is triggering for you, you might not want to read. ⚠️

The warm breeze blew in from the french doors of the Papal suite. The stars twinkling high up in the night sky, like something out of a picture book you might read as a child. A small comfort to you as you sat quietly on the oversized bed, awaiting Papa's return. You were surrounded by pillows and luxurious blankets—all the comforts you could ask for, but you were anything but comfortable.

Your thoughts were swimming in the abyss, your mind replaying visions of old memories—still feeling like they had just been lived. Tonight was the night, there was no escaping it. You felt heartbroken, the mix of emotions swirling inside and far from how you imagined things. As the night progressed, your heart began to pound and your soul begged for release. The tears you held back, had gone too long unshed.

Months ago, love was the absolute last thing on your mind when you happened to bump into Cardinal Copia. He was sweet and full of quirky charm. His fumbling through conversations with you left you lighthearted and completely enamored. But beneath it all, he held a quiet air about him. One you knew meant he had been through things in his life—much like you. It was inevitable, before you knew it you had fallen head over heels in love with him.

Had you met only a year sooner, this night would be met with nothing but excitement and passion—but you didn’t. It was one thing when he courted you as Cardinal, but unexpectedly when Copia ascended to the Papacy, the miter donned proudly on his head—things changed.

Prime Mover, bearer of the Emeritus line—a title you now were bestowed. Your position and expectations were well laid out before you, a burden at one time you would have loved to bear. But you weren't his lover, not like that–not yet. The two of you had yet to consummate the relationship. Copia never pushed as he, himself, was more nervous than anything to initiate things. This suited you well, hoping one day that you’d find it in yourself to move beyond your past. But that day never came, but this night however—this night came right on time.

“It’s time amore." Copia began as he emerged from the bathroom clad only in his boxers. You smiled, peering at the red devil print that covered them. He was so adorable it made your heart ache. "All the stars are aligned, things are where they need to be…it's our moment. The two of us, becoming one in the name of Lucifer.”

Copia sat down beside you, placing his hand on your shoulder. You tensed up—holding onto the fabric of your black silk nightgown, like a shield, as he scooted closer.

“Are you sure?” You asked, hoping to buy more time. Copia smiled at you, bringing his lips to press gently against yours. They were tender and loving, just as they had always been.

“Si, amore. We have been through all the preparations and tonight is the night. Maybe you wouldn’t be so nervous had I had you in my bed sooner.” Copia nervously chuckled, scratching his head. His nerves, on full display. He joked, but you both knew why you were nervous. You never kept a secret from him. When he found out what had happened to you at your old Abbey, he only wished he could have killed the asshole himself.

You remembered showing him the parts of you that still bore scars from the encounter. Reminders of someone who was supposed to love you, but only hurt you beyond words. It made Copia’s blood boil at the mere mention of his name. His heart ached, seeing the pain on your face when reminded of him. A pain, your Papa wished more than anything to take away.

“You’re right, I mean—it's not that I don’t want to Cope. I just…” you began, losing your nerve to speak when Copia pulled your face to look at him.

“If you don’t want to cara, we can wait. There are chances every month…if you need more time.” he began, your sweet loving Papa always willing to put you before anything else. Placing your needs above even his commitment to Lucifer himself. You began to cry, the tears quietly streaming over your cheeks and your lips quivering as you desperately tried to get them to stop. Copia pulled you close, wrapping his arms around you and holding you tightly against him.

“I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying.” you said, feeling yourself unraveling in his arms. You nuzzled against his chest. He smelled faintly of cologne, the soft curly hair against your cheek tickled as you rubbed against it. His embrace, feeling like home. You did want him more than anything—a family, a whole life. The two of you wholly one another's.

“Don’t be sorry amore, you have every right to be upset. To scream or shed tears—whatever you need. I am here.” He vowed. You looked up into his eyes, held by him in more ways than one. If anyone could break the shackles of your memories, it was him. You lifted up to kiss him, Copia kissing you back more deeply as you tried to relax within his arms.

He waited patiently for your nod to continue as he held his hand over your breast. Once he had it, he touched you gently there–rubbing his thumb against your supple flesh and meeting with your nipple just beneath the silk. You shifted a bit, feeling your body beginning to respond to his touch. The warmth inside filled you and settled in between your thighs. A long abandoned craving, you thought you may never satisfy again.

“I am going to touch you now. Is that alright?” he asked, his breathing labored from the passion of your kiss. You could already feel the thickness of his cock beneath his silly boxers against your ass. You nodded, unable to speak as you felt his hand drop from your breast to the hem of your nightgown. You twiched once again, Copia stopping and holding completely still.

“It’s ok, please…touch me.” you told him, swallowing back the lump in your throat as your Papa gathered up the silk in his fist, your panties now visible to him. He carefully pushed them aside, kissing along your neckline and paying close attention to any sign that he should stop. His fingers gently nudged through your wet folds, him stalling a moment before continuing.

“I want to feel you inside. Can I?” he asked, without thinking you placed your hand over his, helping him to sink his fingers slowly into your entrance. The second they were in, your hips raised up. Your body, begging for more and more friction and touch between you. You felt your breathing hasten, your other hand gripping onto the sheets beneath you.

Copia slid his fingers inside and out, your hips rolling with his movements–him allowing you to set the pace. “Ah…” you moaned. Copia continued to pump his fingers inside you, pressing into your walls. The velvety flesh of your cunt, gliding deliciously around his fingers as he kissed your neck.

“Is this good amore, am I making you feel good? If not, I will stop.” your lover asked you. You smiled and took his mouth on yours once more. You pulled away to catch your breath, both of your mouths hung open from your need.

“It does feel good, Cope I think…I think I might be ready.” you moaned. Copia stopped and held still, his hand ceasing movement as he stared into your eyes.

“Amore, are you absolutely sure? I can just make you feel good this way…have you cum on my fingers. We don’t need to.” he began, when you interrupted.

“No… I think I’m ready. Right now, I want you.” you confessed, still unsure you’d be able to follow through, but your love and desire for him was true and you knew you had to try. Copia pulled his fingers from you and removed his boxers. His hard cock heavily hanging down. You laid back on the bed, tossing your panties off to the floor.

Just the sight of you doing so made Copia bite his lip. He stroked himself with his right hand, staring down at you. Taking in just how beautiful you are. He took your hand in his, kissing or before he hovered above you. He gave you the look, your nod giving him the permission to continue as he gently placed the head of his cock against your entrance. The feel of him, just barely touching you outside, sent tingles throughout your body.

“Are you ready amore? Ready to be one with me? Truly mine?” he asked you. You opened your closed eyes, his face gentle eyes meeting with your gaze. You could feel his love for you radiating.

“Yes Copia, I love you. I want to be yours.” you said as the tears rolled down your face and your emotions ran high.

“I love you too, more than anything in his world or the next.” Copia promised as you felt the tip push through. Copia slowly inched himself inside you, watching your face for any cue to stop. Copia holding your hand in his as he did. When he thought he was fully seated within you, he leaned down to kiss you once more.

You thanked Lucifer that things were different—you didn't hurt or ache or bleed. He treated you the way you had always deserved to be treated. His body and yours wanting each other, your minds matching the intentions of one another. You wrapped your legs around him, helping to push him in—just a little bit more.

Both of you moaned, your mouths falling open as Copia began slowly thrusting inside you. Each of you, drunk with the feeling of making love. This—this was making love. You had never known it before but now you knew it was possible with him—anything was possible with him.

“Copia I think…I think I might…mmm.” you said as his rhythm became more loose, less controlled. Both of you letting go and feeling the wild abandon of unyielding lovers, chasing the heights of your passions. Your mind—no longer held you back from enjoying the feeling of him spreading you out inside. His hand never left yours, as he took you.

Your legs wrapped around him and aiding his thrusts. You were his and he was yours and nothing that had happened before would change that. Copia continued to rocked inside you, his cock pulsing as he went, stopping every so often to make sure you were ok. He shifted inside, grazing just at the spot that made you keen, one only you had known before.

“Oh amore cum for me…I want to cum…cum inside you ok?” he groaned, barely holding on, his cock twitching inside you. You felt the rush of pleasure overflowing you, this was it.

“Yes! Ah! Yes Papa! I’m cumming, cum inside me!” you mewled, your legs shaking as your pussy tightened up around him, seizing down on his throbbing cock. You came first, the warmth of your cum flooding over him. The feeling made Copia’s breath hitch and his cock kick deep inside you, spilling all the seed he had to give. He kept moving, slowing down until he was sure you were both ready for him to pull out.

He rolled off to the side, immediately pulling you up to hold you against his chest. The two of you, snuggling together in post climatic bliss. Copia pulled a blanket over you, holding you close as he ran his fingers through your hair. As you rested your head on his chest, listening to the beating of his heart, he kissed your forehead.

The two of you laid calm, relishing the moment when he pulled himself up a bit to face you better. Your dreamy eyes staring back up at him, proud of yourself for overcoming your own fears. Your heart, so grateful to him for holding your hand every step of the way. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? You would tell me if I did, si?” he asked, concern wearing on his face.

“I would tell you and no absolutely not. You helped me…I feel like me again.” you answered, cradled in his arms.

“I'm glad…it's just—I mean, I want this with you so badly. But…I want you to know if you don't want to do this again…we don't have to…even if you don't conceive this time.” Copia assured you. You knew at that moment, you couldn’t be anymore in love with him. His only thoughts were on you and how you felt, to the possible detriment of his own.

“Copia…” you began.

“Si, amore.”

“I can’t promise that I can do this every time, but with you by my side I know I want to try.” you smiled, you were far from healed. Your trauma would always be a part of you, but your love for Copia and his for you was strong and pure—a love that mended all wounds.

"I will always be by your side." He vowed.

"I know, and I will always be by yours."

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iamthecomet · 1 year

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OK OK HEAR ME OUT FOR A FICLET PROMPT

Mountain comes back from the greenhouses and starts coughing up flower petals. Aether starts PANICKING because he's read about hanahaki disease and starts trying to figure out why Mountain is hiding whoever he's in love with if its killing him and Mountain is just like ????? It's my magic and I have allergies????? And Aether is all relieved and then they cuddle lmao idk

Ok, but I wish I could explain to you the roller coaster ride I went on when I first read this ask. I got so SCARED.

I love this so so much.

Aether and Mountain (fear and) fluff below the cut ♥

"Yeah," Aether says. He clasps his hands behind his back, petals still pinned between his fingers. "Dew and Swiss were getting into it and I didn't feel like moderating."

The petals are pink. There’s a handful of them on Mountain’s bedside table. Aether touches his fingers to them. They look like rose petals. They’re lush, fresh.

It’s Spring. Aether doesn’t know much about flowers, but he knows enough to know that the roses aren’t blooming yet. And that even if for some reason they were, Mountain doesn’t have pink roses.

He hears a harsh cough from Mountain's attached bathroom. Aether's feels like his heart has stopped in his chest. He rubs the petals between his fingers. That disease isn't real right? The one where if you fall in love and don't tell the person you cough up flower petals and die?

It's something like that, anyway. He assumed it was just some silly thing the Humans made up for entertainment.

But what if?

There's another cough, and then the bathroom door opens and Mountain steps out.

"Aeth," he says, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, "you're early."

"I'm fine. Are you ready to go or do you want to hang out here for a minute--"

Mountain chuckles, but it quickly dissolves into a couch. He coughs into the crook of his elbow. When he stops and pulls his arm away, Aether catches a glimpse of pink against Mountain's sweater.

"Mountain, are you ok?"

"Who is it?" Aether blurts out. His stomach is twisting with fear. He wants to jump over the bed, he wants to shake the answer out of Mountain.

"Who is what?" Mountain cocks his head. He catches sight of the petals on his sweater and brushes them off onto the floor like they're nothing and not something that's going to literally kill him.

Aether feels like he might pass out.

"Don't you know what's happening? It's that disease, the one with the flower petals, and--fuck--you're dying!"

Mountain stares at him for what feels like an eternity. And then Mountain starts laughing.

Aether is frozen in place. He feels like he might cry. Mountain crosses the room to him. He's still laughing to himself as he reaches behind Aether and pries his hands apart, pulling them around. Mountain brushes the petals out of Aether's palms even as Aether tries to catch them like holding onto them will help somehow.

"Aether, I'm not dying."

"But the flowers, it's--"

"My magic?" Mountain says with a raised eyebrow. "I have allergies."

"And that makes you cough up flower petals?" Aether isn't convinced. But he can't figure out why Mountain would choose to die rather than just tell him the truth.

"Yeah, it's annoying."

"You'd tell me right? You wouldn't, you know--"

Aether drags in a harsh breath and then he is crying. He grips Mountain's sweater and pulls him in, and says something against Mountain's collarbone that sounds like thought you were going to leave me.

Mountain puts both of his hands on Aether's cheeks and pulls him back so he can look at him. "Aeth, I'm fine. I promise."

"Die?" Mountain laughs, "no. But also Hanahaki isn't real, so it doesn't matter."

"Yeah," Aether says trying to sound firm. "I knew that."

Mountain rolls his eyes. He presses a kiss to Aether's forehead. "Sure you did."

#comet writes #ficlet #request #aether/mountain #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #nameless ghoul fics #ghost fics #the band ghost fan fiction #ghost fan fiction #hanahaki #but not actually #anon #how butterfly garden should have ended #miasma

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stressghoul · 1 year

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does anyone wanna join a ghost disc server just to share fics????

msg me ❤️

#the band ghost #ghost #copia #ghost bc #ghost fics #stressghoul

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inevitably-johnlocked · 10 months

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Hello! Hope you're well! If you're still active and not busy I was wondering if you/any followers could remember the name of a kinda horror type fic.

I remember John doesn't live at baker St. Mary is dead and has become a poltergeist and is haunting him, of course everyone thinks it's grief but sherlock agrees to spend the night with John and Rosie and comes to the same conclusion. I can't find it anywhere but I recall it being very fun and very sweet, despite the ending being a tad bleak iirc. If you don't do fic finding requests then just ignore me!

Ta x

Hey Nonny!

Still here, LOL!

Ahhhh yeah this sounds familiar because I think I've been recced it before, but its name is escaping me... might be on my Ghosts / Figments list in the notes or reblogs, but I can't say for certain.

Anyone able to give us a hand on this one?

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #ghost fics

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monstranceglock · 1 year

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>:)

I wrote dom secondo smut, happy valentine's day <33

#my posts #my fics #ghost fics #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #papa 2 #secondo #dom secondo #female reader #afab reader #did somebody say blasphemy??

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namelessbutters-doodles · 9 months

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What's unique about....

''I-it's umm...wow.'' your eyes widen at the sight.

''I know sm-''

''No!'' ''not like that dearie'' You say, looking at the man undressed before your very eyes.

''Let me guess hideous?''

''No.''

''Monste-''

''Nothing like that at all your grace!'' you cut him off, getting a little tipped off at what he's saying. you set your stuff down, ''Nothing like that all.'' You repeated.

''Then what is it?'' He questioned, getting quite uneased as he looks around the room seeing the phenomenal paintings of men, women even ghouls done by you and how are you are not freaking out of how he looks in this vulnerable state. Usually people would make fun or demean him when he's bare before them, but now he's not getting any of that from you. Currently, you are looking at him like somethin you've never seen before and he's expecting for you to say something horrible, he holds his breath.

''I'm just enthralled...''

''Enthralled? by what?''

''You.''

''Me?''

''Yes You.'' You confidently say and reading into him as well, noticing how he's becoming a little puzzled. ''do you believe me?''

''no.''

''You should.''

''i can't.''

''Why not?''

''.......''

silence fills the room for a while, making everything a bit tense and awkward between the two of you. things goes thru yours's and his's head. you both don't know what to say until you spot one your paintings across the room. A painting you did of a old women, one you did back in Italy years and that gives you a bright idea, one that helped the old women that you've painted thus you think this could help copia most likely.

''May I come close, papa?'' You asked.

''U-um..you may?''

You walk slowly to him, stopping in front. You hope this won't scare him off, ''May i walk around and observe you?'' you gently ask. he looks at you. ''i'll just walk around and look, i won't touch anything except your cheek to feel it if you'll let me. That's all. so May i?''

He thinks about it for a while. no ever done this before to him, it's strange but has a feeling this could be good and what does he have to lose more anyway. His dignity or confidence both are low so why not. mess on the inside, clean on the outside so he goes for it.

''You May.''

He grants you permission and....

You go for it.

_____________________

You gently caress his cheek softly as you studied him. Looking up and down as he stood still for you, you move around him slowly observing. Observing his back, seeing freckles that resemble a constellation. His soft and creamy skin that makes you want to touch him but you don't, His stretch marks that may bother him or others don't bother you. His butt looking defined than ever.

Such as his wrinkles, people worried about them as they grow old but to you that's part of life and it makes him even more handsome. You stopped walking around him, stopping directly in front of him. Seeing grey little streaks in his hair, his chest hair. his gut, you can feel his gaze as you keep observing.

''What do you think?'' He whispered, afraid that someone might hear him. afraid of what your going to say and do. afraid that you'll lie and gossip to people once he's not in your presence, Afraid of Being judge of how he looks. afraid of being....different.

''I think....'''

He braces himself.

''Your Beautiful.'' You say, directly staring into his eyes like your staring at his soul. it completely spooks and confuses almost making him as well but he still remains in a standing position.

''I'm not Be-''

''Yes, you are my liege.'' Cutting him off before he says anything else negatively about himself. ''I'm sorry for cutting you off Papa, but what i'm seeing right now is a handsome and lovely young man.'' ''A man who should love how he looks and shouldn't care about what others think of him.''

''But wha-''

''Your cock is the most magnificent thing, I've ever seen.'' You go on, ''i've seen a few cocks like yours in all my years of traveling and painting, all of them are just beautiful like yours.''

He blushes, ''you d-don't mean t-that'' he stutters completely taken back. ''i do, copia. I do'' You say. ''Big or Small, ridged, slimy or spikey. There all beautiful and unique in there own way. Able to bring pleasure to all.''

''What's unique about mine?'' he asked.

''Hmm, let's see.'' ''From what i heard from a few good women and men~'' You cooed. ''The amazing experience they've had, the gentleness, the curve of it when it hits the right spot in them. six inches of satanic panic~''. you giggled, causing him to laugh.

''And Becoming papa. That is also unique as well.''

He perks up at that. ''What's unique about that?''

''After all these hardworking years from cardinal to finally becoming papa, You've never gave up. you fought thru the insults and shit from the elder papa but you've never gave in to them instead you fought them and look where you are now.''

''Standing naked in a room full of artwork and in front of a women?''

''N-no we-well kind of.'' You stammered, trying not to laugh. You composed yourself. ''I'm in front of a man, a man who's papa, a man who'll bring glory to this church and will make the clergy respect him when they see how good he is. a man who's kind to all creatures, a man who should love himself and not give a damn about what anyone else says or thinks negatively about him. A man like you.'' you Graciously say, pointing at him.

He doesn't know what to say, in fact he doesn't know at all what to do. He feels somethin, but he doesn't know what. But he knows he's smiling and feels the negativity about himself goes away, feeling a bit better as well.

''I don't know what to say.''

''Don't say anything at all.'' Let my words wash over you, can you let them wash over you just this moment?''

He's quiet for a moment , going over the powerful words you spoke and then...

''Yes.''

''good then.''

silence fills the room as you get everything set and ready in place for you to paint him, you let him pose in anyway he wants to. Just before you start to paint he asked you question.

''you aren't lying are you?''

''no, never my liege. i would never lie.''

''Then, would you kindly tell me your name please.''

You hesitated, you never revealed your name to anyone your use to people calling you the traveler or the painter never your actual name. you don't think anyone would call you by your name but with him, you feel like this is start of somethin new and feel like you should take the risk.

so you did.

''It's Y/N.''

''Y/n.....y/n...yn. That's a beautiful name.'' softly whispering to himself and....

one that he'll never forget either.

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sexy-sea-basss · 6 months

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i need some dew x copia fics tonight

anyone have some recs?

#dewdrop ghoul #copia #ghost #ghost fics #cardinal copia

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gay-ri0t · 1 year

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Wrote a short copia drabble but haven't had the motivation to edit it and correct any mistakes. *sigh*

#cardinal copia x reader #ghost band #ghost fics

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simonssniper · 1 year

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me with the amount of drafts i keep popping out

#guys its INSANE #i have so much ideas!!!😭#hopefully u guys like them all im so excited!!!😳🤭🫣#simon smut #ghost fics #૮꒰⋆❛ ہ ❛⋆꒱ྀིა!🥛♡ sage;says!🧁 (:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅:♡:]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

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jazz-bazz · 3 months

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a fluffy raindrop inspired by my first synthesis step that didn't work because of the same reason it doesn't work for rain... the difference being i didn't get a picnic under the stars... also instead of getting a day off, i skipped half a lab day to get to band practice for an event... the luck these ghouls get *sigh* im jealous...

creds to @sexy-sea-basss for the lake picnic idea! 🖤

didnt plan on posting this today but after the heartbreak that is @alwaysjustmina ‘s whispers (love it so much) 😭… @webbyghoul and i figured we’d need raindrop fluff asap

The Day Off

The week can’t get any longer if you ask Rain, and it’s only Tuesday. He’s been working on just this one step since Wednesday last week, which is already ridiculous, especially the 3 days spent trying to isolate a product, or at least something. They’ve got to have something because on Friday Mist will ask for a weekly report. They’ve been losing sleep and surviving on energy drinks and protein bars, though sometimes Dew would stop by with ‘healthier’ snacks.

The problem is not with synthesizing the substance, he thinks, although they wouldn’t know, they haven’t taken any spectrums yet, because the substance just don’t want to be isolated from the rest of the shit. They’ve tried all sorts of of solvents, n-Pentane, ethylacetate, diethylether, in various ratios, but nothing is working. The fucking polar nitro group they have in their substance is making it harder to isolate, even if they manage to do it the yield wouldn’t be good. They could change the starting material and methods, but they need to talk about it with Mist first when she’s back from her work trip, probably sometime later today. But damn if he isn’t going to wear themself out by trying their hardest.

They’ve talked with Mountain and Swiss too, asking for ideas and opinions, even chatted a bit with Cumulus. But none of their suggestions work, it got closer with the ratio of solvents that Cumulus suggested, they could already see a bit of difference in the TLC he did earlier, but it’s still not separated enough for the column chromatography. Now they’re just sitting at his desk fidgeting with Bap, sometimes bringing it close to his nose so they get Dew’s calming scent.

“I have returned from the hell known as human science convention with old men who has no respect for women!” Rain suddenly hears, Mist is back, there may be a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Mist! Hi, how was the trip?” Rain asks, to be nice and even though he’s dying to ask her about their problem.

“Rainy, darling! It was annoying, they keep not believing me when I said I’m a participant in the convention and not the catering staff, ughhh. But enough about me, you seem down, what happened?” Mist sees the tired look in Rain’s face, the dark circles under their eyes, and the slump in his shoulder, not to mention the way they were staring into space clutching that crochet plushie of his when she first came in.

“Oh, Mist, nothing is working, I’ve been trying to isolate my product but none of the solvent ratios I tried worked, I even asked Cumulus and Mountain and Swiss and they have no idea either. Could I maybe get permission to redo the reaction with a different starting material? I can even propose to you a new reaction mechanism to get the same result right now, I have thought a lot about this, it just doesn’t work with this one. Or even if it works, the yield would be bad, and-“

“Rain, Rain, stop for a second. Take a deep breath, come on,” Mist smiles softly at her protegee, “Okay. You’re good?”

“Yeah, maybe, I don’t know,” Rain sighs.

“Here’s my decision, you are hereby dismissed for today, and also tomorrow, go get some rest, spend a day in bed, go swim, whatever, you’re far too stressed. You can show me your idea on Thursday. And because I know you’re just gonna stay here and stress some more. I will get Omega to let Dew off early and distract you, maybe you’ll even get your first kiss from him today. Got it?”

“Wait, what? No I can do it, we can discuss it now and because it needs to be cooked overnight I can do it today and tomorrow start with the work up, I’m fine Mist,” Rain pointedly ignores the last part.

“No, you’re not. You need sleep and to eat more than coffee and candy bars. My decision is final, you are hereby banned from this room and the labs for the rest of today and tomorrow, go pack your things,” Mist says while gently pushing on Rain’s shoulders to get them to their desk and start packing up, “Meanwhile I’m going to call Omega. Your things better be already in your bag when I get back.”

With a sigh (so much sighing today) Rain starts to save all the documents on his computer and shut it down, stuffing their journal and tablet and the rest of his things into their rucksack. And then he waits for Mist.

“Your knight in shining armour will be coming in about 15 minutes!”

“More like in hoodies and ripped jeans,” Rain mutters.

“Aw don’t be so glum, Rainy darling, your project will be fine if you take a 1.5 days rest, you know. Then Thursday you can start with a fresh brain!”

“I guess… Thank you Mist, best boss I could’ve ask for,” Rain goes to hug their mentor.

“Hello my dearest loveliest bestest friend ever in the whole wide world both here and below! Thank you for the day off because Aether’s been getting all up my business today, and I am half a second away from burning his journals,” Dew announces as he barges into the office, “I have plans that involve a lake and snacks from the diner with no chemical reactions in the vicinity. Up and at it, bestie!”

“Fucking hell Dew, how can you still have this much energy?”

“By sleeping on time and eating enough food to sustain myself through a day full of quantum equations, which you should’ve done by the way, would be wonderful on those eyebags.”

“Oh fuck off.”

“Nah, you’re stuck with me because we are besties and you can’t live without me, literally, because we are roommates. Let’s go!”

They stop by the diner to get some food to go, and then their apartment to drop of their things and freshen up, Dew also gets his picnic blankets and a couple of towels and change of clothes for when Rain inevitably jumps into the lake and splash him.

There’s this one secluded lake on the edge of the town that Dew found on accident. Usually they just go to the lake at the Abbey complex, but he feels like this one would be perfect for Rain to wind down without anyone watching, the way to this lake is a bit complicated and requires a bit of hiking, which neither of them minds, they both love to be in nature no matter what.

After parking the car and hiking, Dew asks Rain to put on a blindfold just before the bend that would reveal the lake. It’s because he wants to set up the picnic blankets with food and tea lights he brings for a romantic date under the stars, as it was already getting dark, they got to watch the sunset at the parking lot.

Rain agrees with a bit of grumbling, and with Dew’s guidance they walk together to the edge of the trail heading to the beach, where Dew then leaves Rain for a bit while he sets things up. He talks with Rain the whole time, to reassure Rain that he’s still there, just random chatters mostly, like Aether being annoying that day, the plans the pack has this weekend to go to Zenith because it’s bingo night, the last hockey game they watched, and whatnots. Rain has to admit, it is relaxing to just chill like this, even without being able to see anything, he can already feel the stress seeping out from their body.

“Okay, Rainy, you can take off the blindfold.”

When they take it off, the first thing they see was Dew holding a bouquet of lilies (who knows where he got it from) with a big smile on his face, and then behind him the picnic he set up, complete with a background of the lake and the starry night sky.

They spend a few hours there, snacking on the food while talking, kissing a bit (more like a lot) because there’s no one here and they can forget their running joke of not dating (they are both very serious about keeping up with it), taking a dip in the lake (Rain), and admiring the view of an unglamoured water ghoul in their natural habitat (Dew) before being pulled in by said water ghoul for underwater kisses (best thing ever if you ask Dew).

Then at about midnight they both get out of the water and dry up using the towels Dew had packed, and after finishing the snacks they pack up the blanket and tea lights and knick knacks they bring.

“Thanks for today, Dew,” Rain smiles while leaning in for a kiss, which lasts awhile, before they both pull back and rest their foreheads against the other’s.

“Anything for you, baby,” Dew smiles back, “Now, you ready to go home? We need to get some sleep, I know you have tomorrow off but I still need to come in after lunch for a bit. And you are not allowed to come with me, in fact I am ordering you to stay away from campus, go sleep in, swim, read, whatever, as long as it’s outside of a 5 km radius of the campus. Got it?”

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” Rain smirks, ”Let’s go, I need cuddles in my bed with you.”

#bex keysmash #ghost fics #lab coat au #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #mist ghoulette #raindrop

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fruitmanstyles · 3 months

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hi hello does anyone have long fic recs for copia x reader/female OC?maybe something on the fluffier/slow burn side (smut is still good tho!!!!) AUs are okay but prefer the ministry setting

i dont read fics much anymore but i wanna get back into it and read some fics inbetween the novels i have on my tbr for the year!!

also yes i have an ao3 account im just too lazy to dig rn lmao

#the band ghost #ghost fics #cardinal copia

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copiousloverofcopia · 1 year

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You know those funny TikTok’s and vines of kids getting stuck in things (Like this)? Literally cannot stop thinking about how funny it would be for the papa’s kids to get themselves in that situation while their prim mover is away, so they have to deal with it alone; lots of crying and a frantic phone call to mom ensue.

When the Cats Away

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Terzo ran down to Secondo's office, his brow covered in sweat and his face full of concern. He was disheveled—hair messy and his shirt only half tucked into his trousers, clearly worse for wear. It had been only a day since Prime Mover Alessandra left for her trip with some of the ghoulettes, leaving him "in charge" and already things were taking a wrong turn. As he entered the doorway, Secondo looked up over his glasses at him. Staring at him confused from behind the paperwork within his hand.

"Fratello...Do not ask questions, but I need you to come with me right now." Terzo panted, having run himself there.

"Oh Satanas, what have you done? It's been less than two days fratellino…sweet Satan." Secondo muttered under his breath, pulling himself out of his chair. He followed Terzo down the hall, the two of them making their way up the stairs to the library. Upon entering, it became quite evident as to what the issue is at hand. Somehow little Dante, now only 2 years old, has managed to get his head caught in between the bars of the rod iron staircase that led to the second level of the library.

The boy was glistening, covered in something on his head and shoulders, his older sister sitting beside him as they attempted to continue to play on the steps. Both children, seeming to be unaffected by the predicament. A comical sight to be sure for the bystanders, but Terzo looked as if his own life lay on the chopping block.

"I have tried everything! I've pulled on the bars, I've pulled on him, I tried wedging them open, even used butter—"

"Oh so that's what that is." Secondo laughed.

"This isn't funny Secondo! I have no idea what I'm doing and I can't get him out!" Terzo chided, clearly he was very upset. Dante was sitting on the steps, laughing it up with Mena. The two children, still acting as if nothing was wrong while their Father and zio quarreled over the best course of action. Terzo ran his hand through his dampened hair, struggling with what to do next.

"What is uh…going on in here?" Copia asked, as he adjusted the hem of his crisp blue and golden Papal robes. He had been on his way out for a photo shoot when he heard the commotion, deciding to investigate.

"The stronzo has managed to let one of the bambinos get their head stuck in the stairs…pft…" Secondo huffed. Terzo, raising his brows at him.

"Maybe I should grab Primo, sí?" Copia suggested, his head tilting to look past the brothers to the littles ones blissfully unaware of the drama as they played. Dante's head, still firmly between the bars.

"Eccellente Papa, if you would please." Terzo begged. Copia nodded, heading back out the double doors. As the new Papa disappeared, Terzo took a moment to check on the kids, Secondo groaning as they waited eagerly for Copia's return. He checked his pocket watch, the time passing slower than he would like as he stood there, poor Terzo running his thumb over Dante's sweet cheeks as he assured him everything would be alright.

"Tsk tsk tsk…" Secondo said, full of arrogance and the judgemental countenance he was known for. Terzo turned to face him, the bags under his eyes rivaling that of Copia's as he thought about things. He was truly lost without Alé by his side, it was true. He was frustrated and needed help, Secondo's arrogance quickly making him regret his decision to involve him.

"What?" He asked Secondo, holding back the urge to smack him. Terzo's teeth clenched and his tolerance for his elder brother's judgment waning thin.

"You're hopeless without your Prime Mover, you know that?" He asked him, Secondo's fingers rubbing at his mustache.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion stronzo. You wouldn't know anything anyway...It's not easy having children."

"Oh I know, but I love watching you do it. It amused me…hmmm and now she carries a third. You think you're going to be able to handle it?" Secondo's laugh, bellowing amongst the ancient scrolls and texts that lined the walls that surrounded them. Terzo shrugged off his comments. Secondo could be a bastard at the best of times, while he knew it was only some ribbing, he couldn't help but be upset. He loved Alé and she loved him but he was a mess without her. Even more importantly was just how much he loved and adored his children.

What if Secondo was right? What if he couldn't handle another when the time came? What if he was already in over his head with just the two? Alé hadn't been gone long at all and already he'd managed to let his son trap himself in a precarious spot, maybe he was not cut out for this afterall.

Suddenly Copia and Primo appeared in the library's foyer. Primo wore a huge grin across his face, his head topped with his favorite sun hat, clearly having been working out in his garden. "What's with the grin old man?" Terzo asked him.

"Ah you don't remember fratellino? You did this to me once upon a time, on this same staircase." Primo chuckled. Terzo turned red, laughing a bit as he realized his son was very much like himself as a child. Willful and daring, traits both his kids had managed to possess, of course they were a handful. Terzo realizing that he should be less surprised at their shenanigans.

From within the nervous laughter came the sound of ringing. Terzo's cell phone lighting up to announce a call coming in—it was Alé. "Oh Alè! Il mio amore, la mia vita, il mio mondo... sono così felice che tu abbia chiamato." Terzo cried as he put Alessandra on speaker phone.

"Terz, what's going on?" She asked him, clearly having stumbled upon him in a moment of panic. Terzo swallowed back hard, the sounds of the children giggling behind him. His brothers stood arms crossed waiting for his confession as Copia's eyes began darting around between them.

"Dante…Dante got his head stuck in the rails of the stairs in the library and I don't know what to do. I've been trying for over an hour to get him out!" The words, pouring from Terzo's lips as he confessed. It got quiet a moment, when suddenly there was a roar of laughter on the other line. All of the men standing around, confused and eyebrows raised at her response.

"My love you are hopeless, but I adore you." Alé said, her voice not angry or stern, but full of joy and amusement.

"You're…you're not mad?" Terzo asked her, looking around at the others as he shrugged in disbelief. All of them shrugging with him, confused as to why she'd not scolded him for his incompetence.

"No, he does this all the time." She responded, trying to stop herself from laughing once more.

"He does?" Terzo sighed.

"Yes, just have him relax and drop his shoulders and he'll pull right out." Alé said.

"Unlike someone else we know." Secondo snickered, Primo wacking him in the shoulder. Terzo felt such relief, as soon as he did what his Prime Mover suggested, his little one was free—taking off in a flash with his sister, hand in hand as they searched for new trouble.

"Thank you amore, I swear I can't not live without you. When uh…when will you be home again?" Terzo asked, an anxious grin on his face.

"Tomorrow morning and Terzo…don't be too hard on yourself ok." Alé giggled. Terzo's grin turned soft, he absolutely loved this woman with every fiber of his being and in the moment was yet another reminder of why.

"Ok." He exhaled, feeling a sense of contentment, knowing she would soon return to him.

"Ok see you tomorrow. I love you."

"I love you too." Terzo replied, hearing the other line hang up. "Phew…"

"Everything ok?" Copia asked.

"I think so…and you were right Secondo…I couldn't do this without her. They are so rambunctious, but I wouldn't have it any other way." Terzo smiled.

"Well you know what they say, 'While the cat's away the mice will play' fratellino". Primo said as he placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Oh boy don't I know it."

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oh Alè! Il mio amore, la mia vita, il mio mondo... sono così felice che tu abbia chiamato. -oh Alé! My love, my life, my world... I am so glad you called.

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