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creatingnikki · 4 months

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another year is ending and I want you to know that it is okay if you:

have not healed from the things that happened/did not happen from six months ago. just because the year is ending it does not mean your grief is too.

don't have any "fun" NYE plans to ring in the new year. this life is yours to live across days and months and years, and you can celebrate days other than the ones heavily marketed and shoved down your throat to shroud you in severe FOMO.

have no resolutions or goals for 2024 laid out in elaborate lists or shared on social media or with your friends. you are braving through this life trying to do your best every day and hold the fort and so of course you know, deep down you know what is needed from you for you going forward and of course you are going to work in that direction. good luck love.

have not become a "better" version of yourself by any of the tangible or conventional measures. that kind of bettering is mostly to serve others, not yourself.

are not happy with yourself/your life as it is now. you're a work-in-progress, remember? and if you're progressing in a direction you do not like, then it's time to change the blueprints and the strategy.

take time off social media around this time to protect your mental health and whatever little joy you have managed to keep.

don't want to spend too much time reflecting on how this past year went and doing various forms of 2023-wrapped. again, it's your life. you can also revisit this year in memories and pictures and feelings whenever you'd like. it's not like you don't still visit 2012, 2017, and 2022, right?

feel disconnected from your friends, family, lover. I know this is "ideally" a time to be celebrated with your loved ones. but life is not ideal, is it? it's just life. and if right now you are not feeling the love, the joy, or just don't have the headspace or social energy to engage , that's alright.

are finding comfort in simpler things like a TV show from the 90s or that book you first read at sixteen or that slice of strawberry cake or a random post like this you come across.

don't feel hopeful, encouraged, or excited for 2024. given everything that's happened in the last couple of years, on the macro and micro level, it's only natural for you to feel weary as well as wary. when the good things happen, when the healing happens, when things begin working in your favour over time, you will automatically feel all those things. it's okay if until then you choose to be neutral.

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copiousloverofcopia · 4 months

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🌟🍾✨ HAPPY NEW YEARS EVE 2024! ✨🍾🌟

It's crazy to me that I have been writing for this fandom another whole year!

I wanted to take this moment to tell you all how much your love, support and friendship has meant to me. I have never felt so welcomed and accepted by a group of people as I do by the Ghost community. You all make me smile and give me so much joy. Thank you and I wish for you all the most wonderful 2024, to much more fluff, romance, and a fuck ton of smut!

🌟🍾✨🍾🌟 Cheers to 2024!!! 🌟🍾✨🍾🌟

To celebrate here is last Ghost snippet for the year, a little gift to my ghestie @cardinal-copia-popia 💗

I hope you all enjoy!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

La Serenata

The Night before she is to wed Papa, his Prime Mover to be is awaked by peculiar sound.

Also available HERE on AO3!

Definitely NSFW below the cut!

The moon was so bright it lit up the sky. Stars, like strings of lights, hung high overhead as the Abbey settled in for the night. The crickets were chirping and the wind rustled gently through the trees. All the makings of a peaceful evening were falling into place, yet she could not sleep.

She laid in her bed, facing out at the open doors of her balcony. Staring past the dark, grand vastness of her private room. A luxury she'd only been afforded in the last few weeks, when their engagement was officially announced. It had only been a short time ago that she was in the siblings' quarters. Sharing a room with a few other sisters, all who spent their nights giggling and swapping stories—the daily antics of ghouls and jealous proclamations of Omega for having gained Terzo's favor.

Times when Stella had worried little about the trials of love and more about her devotion to her studies and her service to Lucifer. It was only in them did she find true salvation—a true purpose. Her heart, however, was made anew when she was instructed to work with the meek Cardinal. An assignment, only meant to last for a short time before his tour—turned to a whirlwind romance.

A shared confession of love, and a few nervous spurts of laughter, led to an endless night of passion. Copia and Stella, inseparable ever since. It came as no surprise to the Ministry as a whole or the other inhabitants of the Abbey, when she accompanied him on tour. Returning together, after months of rituals, as Papa Emeritus IV and his bride-to-be.

Now, after weeks of rigorous planning and careful attention to detail, the night before their wedding was finally upon them. Daylight only a few short hours away and Stella had finally decided to give up on the tossing and turning. Reasoning that if she must be deprived of sleep, then she would at least allow herself to take in the moonlight. Basking in it as her thoughts and the sounds of night surrounded her.

She walked out on her balcony. The walls, like much of the Abbey, shrouded in flora. Plants like veins, crawling on every brick and pillar they could reach. Embedding themselves there for eternity. Their grip, like the nerves that had taken hold of her.

She closed her eyes as she reached the railing. The wind, drifting smoothly through her dark strands of hair. Feeling the grain of the wood against the softness of her palms as she took hold of it. There was so much excitement she held inside—Stella thought she might burst. Counting down the hours, minutes, and even seconds when she would finally become truly his.

She took in a deep breath and exhaled. Trying to let go of her anxiety as she listened for Copia's voice in her head. That soft sweet tone, telling her how she needed her sleep. She smiled, thoughts of him comforting her as she decided to make her way back to bed.

Stella climbed back beneath her covers with his voice lingering in her mind. She rested her head into her pillow. Breathing in his scent left there from the night before. Finally her heavy eyes began to close. The burden of her thoughts succumbing to the call of sleep.

It could have only been mere moments later when Stella awoke to the sound of rustling outside. Whispers and hushes echoing from below her balcony jarring her awake. Stella grabbed her night robe and carefully walked to the archway of her balcony. Hearing familiar voices beneath her in the courtyard below.

“You didn’t wake Mountain for this.” whined Dew, dragging his feet while the others prepared below.

“Well that might have something to do with the whole drum set thing…don’t cha think?” Aether quipped, shooting a sly smile over to Dew.

“Can the two of you manage one night without a tiff, please.” Copia hushed, nervously pacing as he waited to begin.

“Sorry Papa.” Aether and Dew apologized. Copia pressing his lips into an understanding smile. They were doing him a favor after all. Up at this late hour, all so he could serenade the love of his life on the eve of their nuptials. Hoping to prove his devotion one last time before he’d be seen awaiting Stella at the end of the aisle.

Stella had managed to sneak outside unnoticed, peering over the rail as she watched Copia with his ghouls in tow, setting up beneath her. Adjusting the fit of his collar and clearing his throat as the ghouls gave him the signal they were ready to go. Music started playing and quickly Copia's melodic voice carried the words straight to Stella's heart.

🎵 Can you hear me say your name forever? Can you see me longing for you forever? 🎵

He had sung, Aether and Dew playing acoustic on their guitars, and Cumulus doing her best on the violin. Stella instantly felt the pang of tears in her eyes as she approached the center of the rail. Her soft brown hair, glistening in the moonlight. Igniting a fire inside Copia as their eyes met.

🎵 Would you let me touch your soul forever? Can you feel me longing for you forever, forever and ever...🎵

Stella had never been more in love. His words felt wholly within her soul. His heart on his sleeve and his voice, beginning to quiver the longer he went. The emotions had hit them with all the force of the cosmos. Messy and chaotic, but perfect and beautiful.

This song…Copia’s song more than anything was his way of pledging undying love. Knowing that Stella too would cherish him forever. The depth of emotion spilling out from him, as he sang the final words of the song—overwhelming. Copia and Stella, having felt all the joy and pain that it was truly love someone.

As he stopped, he climbed up the terrace. Like something out of a Shakespearean play. Scaling the wall to find her sweet face waiting for him. Stella, kissing him so deeply he thought he might fall backward to the ground.

“Oh Cope…I’m sorry.” She laughed against his lips. Both of them, amused by the situation as he quickly regained his balance. Tears streaming down their cheeks and love between them melting away their surroundings.

“It’s alright amore…everything is now that we are together.” he assured her. Hearing the ghouls agree it was time to take their leave. Stella hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. Intoxicated by the familiar scent of bergamot, rosemary, and musk. All things she had come to love—a reminder of him.

“Cope this…this was…perfect.”

“No amore…you are perfect.” he asserted, finally climbing over the rail and into her arms. The two of them holding on to one another for dear life. Kisses like wildfire—burning with passion and need before Copia had stopped to take Stella’s face in his hands.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” she asked him. Copia smiled, thumb wiping away the tear that had fallen from her eye.

“I don't know what the future holds amore, but regardless of what may come…it will be incredible with you by my side.”

“Oh Cope!” she cried, pulling him back to kiss her. There was a shiver in her breath. The anticipation of his touch, tingling along her skin. Their lips, never leaving one another as they made their way back to her bed.

Stella laid back onto the silk sheets. Her eyes still filled with tears as her husband-to-be hovered above her. Fingers gently touring her body like a well known map. Touching her, just right across the swell of her breast l, trailing over her stomach—finding paradise in the warmth held between her legs.

His fingers gently pushed through her folds and his tongue filled her mouth. The evidence of his need, achingly pressing tightly against the inseam of his pants. Begging for release so that he might find himself inside her once more.

“Copia!” Stella called out as his thumb swirled against her clit. His pace hungry and desperate. Longing for the feel of her tightly squeezing around his fingers. He worked her insides, carefully. Methodically pressing into the spot he knew sent her teeth on edge and her body at the brink of release. Delighting in every moan, whimper, and cry. Her legs, shaking as he continued on.

It wasn’t long before he had Stella coming hard and fast over his fingers. Her hands, still grasping the fabric of his shirt. Almost having gone numb as she released her grip, body limb with ecstasy.

“Stella, I need you…please.” Copia spoke. His breath heavy against her lips. His heart, pounding inside his chest.

“I need you too.” she cried, both of them working to remove all the barriers between them. Piles of clothes discarded, painting the room with their desperation. Stella made a space for him between her legs. Copia, settling into it with ease. A place he had been welcomed many times before. His cock, quickly nudging against her entrance. The soft, yet hardened head teasing her so perfectly.

Without hesitation her hips, raised up to meet against him. Her body, calling out to him without having to say a word. Their eyes locked as Copia pushed his way inside. Mouths falling open as he buried himself to the hilt.

Stella was overcome with the sensation as he slowly began moving in and out. Copia too, reveling in just how soft and silky she felt inside. Her walls, that of a temple, his own personal place of worship. Never was he closer to any god than when he was inside her. Their eyes, beginning to close as she wrapped her legs around him. Drawing him in deeper with each of his thrusts.

“Ah Cope…” Stella moaned, her nails digging into the flesh of Copia back. Copia grunting and growling with the delicious sting as he carefully picked up his stride. Both of them, too drunk in pleasure to think or care of anything else but the feeling between them. It wasn't long before he could feel the telltale sign of her orgasm.

Stella's body forcing his seed to spill deep inside her. Moving with intention as they both came down from the high. So lost in their love making that they reached the point of exhaustion. The two of them, quickly finding their way into slumber—held closely in one another's arms.

The dawn broke over the horizon. The western woods, illuminated in the golden sunlight as the date of Copia and Stella’s wedding had finally come. They might have slept the day away, had they been allowed, but a loud knock at the door awoke them.

“Sister Stella are you in there?!” shouted a familiar voice. Sister Imperator's commanding and foreboding tone, unmistakable.

“Uh yes…I...ah.” she panicked, quickly wrapping herself in the sheets as the door came swinging open. Sister Imperator and Papa Nihil rushing in with a look of concern upon their faces.

“Pardon the intrusion sister, but we are having trouble locating Pap—oh my!” Sister Imperator staggered. Watching as her son slowly rose from his spot on the bed beside Stella.

“Seems as if you've found me.” He chuckled, his eyes going back to his bride-to-be. A smile, slyly growing across his face.

“So it does.” She huffed, rolling her eyes as her and Nihil took their leaves. Copia and Stella left chuckling to themselves in bed. His hands, holding her face as he kissed her.

“Are you ready to be my wife Mrs. Emeritus?” he asked her. Stella pressed her cheek against his palm as she turned to kiss his hand.

“More than anything Papa…more than anything.”

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