typing these out since the handwriting font is quite difficult to read. don't go under the cut if you're avoiding spoilers <3
all the director's notes, separated by episode. the note in the final episode has some random letters replaced by the TMBTE runes; i've replaced these back to normal letters here so it's easier to read and possible for me to type lmao. i obviously can't guarantee no typos here, but there are a few instances of odd phrasing/repetition/grammar in the comic and i've copied those out as they are. please let me know if you spot an issue!!
EPISODE ONE: LAMBS
15 days since emergence of the Lunar Anomaly
When I was a child, I was frequently beset by certain recurring dreams. There is one such dream that I remember more than most — one in which I found myself standing on a vast shoreline gazing out at a flat, wide sea. Slowly as I watched, the horizon gradually began to lift. Before long I was able to observe that this lifting expanse was approaching me — a wall of smooth, black water that curled into an impossible lip at its peak. Rather surprisingly, I do not recall being afraid of such an ominous sight. Well, to be more precise, I was afraid — I was terrified, but not of the wave itself. Instead, it was the thought of what was beyond it. This vast, unstoppable force sweeping forth to herald the end of everything, to drown the world and then eventually sink back into itself. A careless shrug of entropy enough to sever the thread of all fates. I felt that were I to somehow survive this limitless tide, then I would be left in a world that would not recognise me. I would become an element until myself and myself alone.
An echo stuck in the throat of a dead god.
Yet here I am. It has been over two weeks since the emergence of the lunar anomaly. Our teams spent nearly two years attempting to anticipate what this event would mean for humanity — analysing endless reams of lunar topography along with every known form of spectroscopy, all amounting to one hopeless conclusion: to burrow into the bowels of the death and simply wait that whatever emerged from within would reach us there last.
As it would turn out, this one final act of humble surrender is what won the last of us the right to our own lives in these final days. Those of us alive now are not those who sought to barter with destiny and defiantly cling to a civilised existence at the surface — or even any existence at all.
It would seem that in the wake of this phenomenon, we were best served by our most base instincts, where shame wound no place to dwell.
The ones who survived are those who spat their hubris and hid desperately down in the mud like rats.
I want it to be known that we made every effort to warn the others, though naturally we could not provide much of a basis upon which to suggest that our entire species was facing imminent and utter demise besides a few fissures at the southern lunar pole. With that said, we begun building this underground facility once we realised that the moon's orbit was rapidly decaying in a way that was inconsistent with any known physical model — I find it hard to believe that none of them followed our lead — Perhaps some of them did. Either way, we have no way of knowing now.
My expectations for the first surface expedition were bleak at best. In all honesty, I was shocked to discover that our initial recordings showed that there remained a breathable atmosphere. Perhaps in all this turmoil, I found it easier to commit my mind to the worst possible outcome at every turn.
The limited data we gathered before the event — despite two years of efforts — didn't prepare us for the havoc we now face. To say that we find ourselves at a loss to explain the phenomena would be a gratuitous understatement. The cataclysm that occurred two weeks ago had taught us one unshakeable rule about this new world we now hid beneath — to gaze upon the moon is to die.
For this reason, we rapidly developed wearable countermeasures for the surface teams that would prove vital in allowing them to navigate the surface. If only we could have known that this was far from the only threat that would await them. To say that we find ourselves at a loss to explain the phenomena would be a gratuitous understatement.
It is not only human life that is affected by the lunar anomaly, but that if all life, albeit in vastly different ways. To put it simply — this new type of emergent biology is beyond the boundaries of what we are able to study and understand.
I find myself already laden with guilt over those we lost. More than that however, I feel most guilty about the way I reacted to learning of the remnant human elements that attacked them. I feel strangely comforted, despite the deeply disturbing nature of that discovery.
Upon further inspection, I arrived at the conclusion that this feeling came from a sense of familiarity. Human beings fighting other human beings is a horror that has plagued us all since time immemorial, but here in the wake of such deeply unfamiliar and unpredictable occurrences, it is hard not to feel almost comforted by such an immediately recognisable problem.
With that said, I do also find myself deeply troubled by the prospect of humans remaining on the surface in that state. The consensus among my colleagues is that their actions were not bourne of their own will, though there is every chance that this is a conclusion we are clinging to in preference over the unsettling alternative.
I feel that I am rapidly squandering the precious remnants of human life in the desire to understand what has happened, though in truth I know not what else to do. Perhaps this is the only way we can cling to our humanity — by continuing our constant battle with the sheer unknown right to the very end.
The Director
EPISODE TWO: PANTHEON
28 Days since Lunar Anomaly
Already I find myself in the surprising position of yearning for the way things were two weeks ago. Two weeks ago, I was contending with the end of the world. Now, I contend with the reality of what has replaced it.
We took the trouble to equip ourselves as thoroughly as possible with the means of studying any emergent phenomena on the surface even whilst entombed beneath the earth. We now find ourselves consumed by the pursuit of understanding — it is truly all that we have left. However the samples we've acquired offer no such mercy — their nature and origin is fundamentally foreign to us. Something we can say is that, contrary to the individual assumption that most life on the surface had been wiped out, there is in fact an abundance of some kind of new organic material. It can be found everywhere in some form, including in the atmosphere itself. Its cellular structure is completely unique — where one would expect to see some approximation of a typical eukaryotic cell, what we see instead resemble membranous tubules hat contain vast quantities of foreign organelles. These organelles seem to function in an oddly synchronous fashion and are able to perform a variety of functions. Primarily, they are able to 'grow' the tubules that contain them by undergoing a form of transformation at either end which renders them as part of the tubule wall. Secondly, and far more strangely, they are able to exert some kind of force over the tubule as a whole, contorting it in a way not dissimilar to muscle tissue, (but without any apparent nervous impulse.)
As to the origin of this tissue, our initial assumption was that it had been somehow transferred from the moon itself to earth — perhaps via pieces of lunar material falling through the atmosphere. This makes some sense, however the sheer proliferation of this material across the surface within a relatively short period of time suggests that there is more to it than that.
I am reluctant to comment on the reports of otherworldly beings on the surface. Their presence carries implications I am simply unprepared for. At a certain point however, I must accept that this only increases the inevitable danger placed upon th surface teams during their expeditions. What I must also accept is that these precious human lives are now the only currency with which we can barter against the unknown.
Thus far, we barter in vain.
The Director
EPISODE THREE: BLESSINGS
58 Days since the lunar anomaly
When we first retreated down into the ground, I think that somewhere in the midst of my despair I clung to a degree of hope. This wasn't so much a hope for survival as much as the hope that we would at least be able to discern some kind of meaningful understanding of what has happened. We have committed everything — I have committed everything. The last precious remnants of humanity extinguished in the name of what makes us human to begin with. To shed what light we have left on this sea of the unknown. But now I see that this was a futile effort that has resulted in nothing but death, not merely in the context of our final struggle but across the scope of all human existence. It has all amounted to nothing but a few extra skulls drifting in the foul ether that has swamped our world.
It is clear now that the lunar anomaly functions in accordance with laws of its own. It makes a mockery of science. It permeates and distorts reality to the degree that all foundational assumptions are rendered useless. It kills everything it touches whilst simultaneously imbuing it with some kind of new life, twisting nature into something grotesque and unrecognisable. These new forms seem organic but they have nothing resembling a typical cell structure or genetic blueprint. They can spring fourth in an instant, summoning flesh from nothing. Furthermore, our ability to measure even the most fundamental aspects of our physical world is becoming impossible. The mass of objects change slightly depending on where they are, as though gravity itself has begun to lose its grip. We have detected seismic activity from further into the death than we even thought possible. The anomaly doesn't just want to consume all life. It wants to consume reality.
As for those beings, I know not what they are or where they originated. They themselves are not consistent with the nature of the anomaly they inhabit. Their actions seem to exhibit some strange sentience but their motives are unclear and they make no effort to communicate. At times I have concluded that they are here to replace us, or perhaps even that they themselves represent some fractured distillation of our nature. They are after all violent, just as we have been to the very end. They seem to push against one another as a part of some strange order. As time has passed through, I have come to believe that they have no connection to us. I believe that what our world has become is little more than an arena to them — a crucible of existence where they will battle eternally. The totality of their being is not their individual functions but rather the conflict between them. We are merely spectators to their endless dance of ceaseless struggle. This is perhaps the only thing that connects them to the drowned memory of what humanity once was — that we too sought meaning through constant friction and unending movement, compelled by some core motive force that drives us to bring ourselves to bear on the world and manifest our own perceptions.
In these final dimming days I know only the solace of a promised land. I have become the ultimate witness. I have been saddled with the heavy blessing of seeing the unravelling of everything and I can do nothing but wait for it to unravel me too. But I love still within this temple of untampered flesh and I will spend what blood still beats through it to barter one last time with the tangled threads of fate. If I must, I will march through the eye of death and meet it with eyes of my own.
What few of us are left now have our orders.
We must know what it is to become of us.
The Director
EPISODE FOUR: DAEDELUS
61 days Since the lunar anomaly
I once spoke but now it speaks through me just as I speak through it no longer to nothing I can change nothing no I can change nothing nothing has become my plaything I can make nothing into a weapon there will be no void left unfilled I am human and humans are always human and always scared because being human makes us scared and being scared makes us human I will crack the flesh I will crack the earth I will eat the pieces they will be pieces of me would you like to dance I have always been dancing we must keep dancing even when we are just tendrils we could touch everything even things god did not want us to touch that is why he left us here that is why he thought we were ugly he could not wrap his tendrils around every part of us we spilled his paradise over the earth and danced within it such a beautiful dance horror would leap and dance with us horror would bathe is and we could lie within it we could tear the horror out from our hearts over and over we could never sleep sleep is death not even the earth would sleep the earth fears death its blood would freeze out in space out in nothing we must reach through the stars through the darkness even though it is so cold it can freeze our blood we can let our blood freeze and then crack it open hot like the earth we can step through death wear it like a crown heirs to the highest pantheon of life precious life with death as its blood precious death bursting from the many wombs of sacred war paradise was empty without us there was only silence but our blood made the flowers grow god spilled his blood over paradise god knows the stars are waiting fertile ground cold to the touch those stars are hungry they crave only the blood of god we are his tendrils and we will bury ourselves into those cold stars and there will be no darkness death will give us fear and fear will give us blood we will spill our hot blood across the stars I finally understand now I do I understand but will you let me keep my human fear will you let me yes being scared makes you human fear will sow the hot blood of god across the cold stars fear will make us dance and we must keep dancing can you see god dancing for you can you see him biting into you can you hear his teeth cracking into pieces of the stars they send sparks raining down through the darkness all these years you have hunted him and reached for him you want his blood he made you with veins inside you like tendrils we dance through his veins as we bite through the stars and dance and he opens his mouth wide I am so scared will you let me be the last human I understand now I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god I am the teeth of god
what would they do for your first anniversary together?
characters: luffy, zoro, sanji, law, ace
words count: around 0.5k - 0.7k each
masterlist || ko-fi
── .✦ Monkey D. Luffy:
The sun rises over the Thousand Sunny, casting golden light across the deck. You stretch and yawn, rubbing the sleep from your eyes when a sudden weight crashes into you.
"Y/N!" Luffy yells, tackling you with his usual enthusiasm.
You groan but laugh as he wraps his arms around you "Luffy, it's too early for this—"
"IT'S OUR ANNIVERSARY!" he shouts, grinning ear to ear.
You blink. Oh. Right. Your first anniversary together.
Luffy’s never been the best at remembering dates, so you didn’t expect him to bring it up at all. But here he is, vibrating with excitement like a kid who just found a pile of meat.
"You remembered?" you ask, surprised.
Luffy nods eagerly "Of course! I mean… Sanji wrote it down for me… and Nami yelled at me to not forget… and Robin told me what an anniversary even is—but still!"
You chuckle, shaking your head "So, do you have something planned?"
Luffy puffs out his chest proudly "Yup! Captain’s orders: today is Luffy and y/n Day! No crewmates allowed!"
From across the deck, you hear Usopp yell "THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"
Luffy ignores him.
"But," he continues, "I, uh, don’t actually know what people do on anniversaries, so I just made some rules!"
Your curiosity piques "Rules?"
Luffy grins, grabbing a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolding it dramatically "Yup! First rule: We gotta eat as much meat as possible!"
You snort "Of course."
"Second rule: No pirate stuff today. Just fun stuff!"
"That’s… actually kind of sweet" you admit.
"And the last rule…" He suddenly scratches his head, cheeks turning a little pink "Well… um…"
You tilt your head "What is it?"
Luffy huffs, clearly frustrated "It's a secret rule! I’ll tell you later!"
You laugh but decide not to push it "Alright, Captain. What’s first on the itinerary?"
It starts with a massive breakfast, courtesy of Sanji (who glares at Luffy the whole time for stealing food off your plate). After stuffing yourselves, Luffy drags you across the Sunny for various "Luffy-approved" activities.
First, there’s an intense game of tag—where Luffy cheats by using his rubber powers. Then, he insists on fishing, though he gets distracted halfway through and jumps in after the fish himself. After drying off (and avoiding Nami’s wrath for getting seawater everywhere), he decides you both need a nap—because "eating and playing is tiring!"
You wake up with Luffy curled around you like a koala, snoring into your hair.
"You really are like a cat" you mumble, gently brushing his bangs aside.
Luffy stirs, blinking up at you sleepily "Hmmm?"
"Nothing" you whisper, smiling.
As the sun starts setting, you and Luffy sit on the deck, watching the waves. The usual chaos of the crew is still happening in the background, but for once, it’s peaceful.
Luffy suddenly perks up "Oh! The secret rule!"
You sit up straighter "Finally. What is it?"
He fidgets, uncharacteristically nervous "Well… I heard anniversaries are for saying important stuff, right?"
You nod "I guess, yeah."
Luffy rubs the back of his neck, looking out at the sea "So… my last rule is… that I gotta tell you something important today. Something really important."
Your heart skips a beat. Luffy isn't usually serious—when he is, it means something big "Okay," you say softly "I'm listening."
He takes a deep breath, then grins, his usual carefree self again "I love you!"
You freeze.
He’s said he likes you before, in his own way—"You're my favorite!" or "I like having you around!"—but he’s never actually said that.
He tilts his head "Was that good? I was practicing in my head all day."
Your eyes soften "You practiced?"
"Yeah!" He laughs "I mean, I already knew I love you, but I wanted to say it today ‘cause, y’know, it’s our thing. Our anniversary thing!"
You shake your head fondly, grabbing his hat and plopping it onto your own head "You’re such an idiot."
Luffy pouts "Hey—"
Before he can complain, you cup his face and kiss him. He makes a surprised noise but quickly melts into it, smiling against your lips.
"Best anniversary ever" he mumbles.
You laugh "You say that now, but wait ‘til next year. You’ll have to top it."
Luffy grins "Easy! Next year, I’ll make a million rules!"
You sigh, shaking your head "What have I gotten myself into?"
Luffy just laughs, pulling you closer as the sun dips below the horizon. The crew groans in the background, but you don’t care. Because as chaotic and ridiculous as he is, Luffy’s way of loving you is perfect.
And that’s all you could ever ask for.
── .✦ Roronoa Zoro:
The sun hangs low over the Thousand Sunny, painting the sky in warm hues of orange and pink. The crew is scattered across the deck, each lost in their own evening routine, but your attention is on one person alone—Zoro.
The swordsman leans against the railing, arms crossed, eyes closed. To anyone else, it looks like he’s resting, but you know better. He’s thinking.
You step closer, hands behind your back “Oi, Zoro.”
His eye cracks open slightly before he turns his head toward you “Hm?”
You smile, rocking on your heels “Happy anniversary.”
For a second, he looks at you blankly, and your heart sinks a little. Did he forget?
Then, with a small smirk, he straightens up “Tch. You really think I’d forget?”
You cross your arms “Honestly? Yes.”
He scoffs “Give me some credit.”
Your curiosity piques “So… you actually planned something?”
Zoro rolls his shoulders, looking away for a brief moment before nodding “Something like that.”
You raise an eyebrow “Wait. Seriously?”
Before you can press further, he jerks his head toward the deck “C’mon.”
He leads you to a quieter part of the ship, where the sounds of the crew fade into the background. A small blanket is laid out on the deck, two cups and a bottle of sake sitting neatly in the center. The sea stretches endlessly before you, the breeze carrying the scent of salt and adventure.
You blink in surprise “Did… you do this?”
Zoro sits down, grabbing the bottle “Sanji might’ve helped. But don’t tell him I said that.”
You chuckle, sitting beside him “Didn’t take you for the romantic type.”
“I’m not.” He pours a bit of sake into your cup, then his own “But I figured… a year with you is worth drinking to.”
Your chest warms at his words. Zoro isn’t one for big, flashy gestures—but when he cares, he shows it in ways that truly matter.
You clink your cup against his “I’ll drink to that.”
As the two of you sip in comfortable silence, you glance at him “So, what was the first thing you thought when we got together?”
Zoro exhales, setting his cup down “That you’re stubborn.”
You laugh “Me?”
“Yeah.” He leans back on his elbows, looking at you “You wouldn’t back down, even when I tried pushing you away.”
You tilt your head “Did you want to push me away?”
Zoro’s gaze softens “…I didn’t want you to be a distraction, you know”
You stare at him, heart squeezing “And now?”
He lets out a slow breath “Now, I know you’re not.”
You smile “Good answer.”
After a few more drinks, the night fully settles in and Zoro turns to you, expression unreadable.
“…I have something for you.”
Your eyes widen, surprised “You got me a gift?”
He reaches into his haramaki and pulls out a small object. He places it in your hand—it’s a charm. It's like a small version of his earrings turned into a pendant and attached to a thin string.
Your breath catches “Zoro…?”
He rubs the back of his neck, looking away “It’s stupid, but… I had it made a while ago. For you.”
You run your fingers over the smooth surface, heart pounding sooooo hard “It’s not stupid. It’s perfect.”
Zoro smirks “You’re stuck with me.”
You laugh, tightening your grip on the pendant and leaving a kiss on his cheek.
── .✦ Vinsmoke Sanji:
The kitchen of the Thousand Sunny is filled with the warm, mouthwatering aroma of freshly cooked food. The scent of caramelized spices and grilled seafood lingers in the air, a sure sign that Sanji is in his element.
You lean against the doorway, watching him work his magic. He moves with effortless grace, flipping a pan, the flames from the stove reflecting in his blue eyes. He hums softly to himself, a tune you recognize as the one he whistles when he’s happy.
You smirk “Cooking me a feast, Chef?”
Sanji turns at the sound of your voice, and immediately, his expression melts “Ah, ma chérie, you’re early.”
You cross your arms, pouting “So I’m not supposed to be here?”
Sanji chuckles, wiping his hands on a towel before stepping closer “I wanted to surprise you...” He reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear “But I suppose I don’t mind if you ruin the surprise—after all, you’re the guest of honor!”
Your heart flutters at his words. Sanji has always been charming, but there’s something different about the way he speaks to you, softer, more genuine, as if you’re the only person in the world.
You glance past him at the beautifully arranged table, complete with candles, fine plates, and a bouquet of flowers “You really went all out, huh?”
He grins, taking your hand and spinning you playfully “Only the best for my love.”
Sanji pulls out a chair for you, as the great gentleman he is “Sit and relax. Let me take care of everything.”
You obey, watching as he presents dish after dish, each one plated to perfection “Alright, Chef, walk me through the menu.”
Sanji gestures dramatically “For the appetizer, we have a delicate seafood bisque, infused with saffron and a touch of white wine. For the main course..." He lifts a silver lid, revealing your favorite dish "...a meal crafted specifically for my one and only.”
You gasp, touched “You remembered my favorite?”
Sanji scoffs as if offended “Do you take me for an amateur? Of course I remember.”
You laugh and take a bite, instantly melting at the burst of flavors “Oh my god. I think I just fell in love all over again.”
Sanji chuckles, resting his chin in his palm as he watches you “Then I must be doing it right.”
After finishing the meal and complimenting him so much that he nearly combusts with joy, Sanji disappears into the kitchen. When he returns, he’s holding a small plate with a single dessert on it, a beautifully crafted heart-shaped pastry.
“Happy anniversary, my love” he murmurs, setting it in front of you.
Your eyes soften “You made this just for me?”
Sanji kneels beside you, taking your hand in his “Everything I make is for you, mon amour. But this… this one is special.”
You pick up the dessert, admiring the delicate details. As you take a bite, your taste buds explode with sweetness and spice, just like him.
“It’s perfect” you whisper.
Sanji smiles, but there’s something more in his expression tonight—something deeper “I’m glad,” he murmurs “Because you are, too.”
Your breath catches as he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
“Sanji…”
He exhales, resting his forehead against yours “Loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done”
Your heart swells, and for once, he’s the one left breathless when you lean in and kiss him.
The chef who’s always served everyone finally gets a taste of something just for himself... a love that’s his to keep.
── .✦ Portgas D. Ace:
The Moby Dick is quiet tonight, the usual noise replaced by something softer (Ace had made sure of it).
You step onto the deck, your brows furrowing as you notice the absence of drunken laughter and boisterous yelling. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through the air, not just from the ship’s lanterns, but from the flickering flames dancing lazily around a certain freckled man's fingertips.
He’s waiting for you.
“Hey, you’re finally here” Ace calls, grinning as he waves you over “Took you long enough.”
You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms “You were the one who told me to wait in my room. What exactly are you up to?”
Ace scratches the back of his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips “Well… it’s our anniversary, right? So I wanted to do something special.”
Your heart skips a beat. He remembered.
You step closer, noticing that he’s set up a "date night" on the deck. There’s a blanket spread out beneath the stars, a small box of food beside it (probably stolen from the kitchen), and a few lanterns hanging. But the real highlight is Ace himself, his flames glow softly around him, casting warm hues against his skin.
“Ace…” You blink, touched “Did you do all this?”
He grins, patting the spot next to him “Well, I had some help from Thatch—mostly because I kept burning the food.”
You laugh as you sit beside him “That sounds about right”
Ace chuckles, handing you a small bowl of your favorite food “I figured I should at least try to do this properly.”
You take a bite, humming in approval “It’s actually pretty good.”
“Damn right it is! I didn’t burn this”
You shake your head, smiling “You’re impossible.”
Ace leans back on his hands, watching you with a lazy grin “Yeah, but you love me anyway.”
Your cheeks warm. He’s not wrong.
After finishing your meal, the two of you lay side by side on the blanket, staring up at the endless sky. The sea is calm, the ship gently rocking beneath you, and Ace's warmth seeps into your skin where his arm brushes yours.
He turns his head, watching you “Y’know… I never really thought I’d make it this far.”
You glance at him “What do you mean?”
Ace hesitates, then exhales “I used to think I wasn’t meant to have stuff like this. Someone who sticks around, someone who actually...” He pauses, then looks at you with a rare softness “...someone who loves me just for being me.”
Your heart aches at his words. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his “You deserve this, Ace. You deserve love, and happiness, and everything good in the world.”
Ace stares at you for a moment as he swallows hard.
Then, without a word, he pulls you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your shoulder. His body is warmer than usual but you don’t mind. You hold him just as tightly.
“…Thanks,” he mumbles “for staying.”
You pull back slightly, cupping his face “I’ll always stay.”
Ace lets out a shaky breath, then suddenly grins “Good. ‘Cause I don’t plan on letting you go either.”
Before you can respond, he kisses you, slow and deep.
As he stops you narrow your eyes at him “Alright, spill it. How did you get everyone to be this quiet?”
Ace blinks, then smirks “What, you think I can’t get them to behave when I want to?”
You cross your arms “No, I know you can’t.”
Ace laughs, rubbing his nose “Fine, fine. I might’ve… bribed them.”
You raise an eyebrow “With what?”
He looks away, mumbling under his breath.
“What was that?” You lean in.
“…I promised to do chore duty for a whole week.”
You gasp, eyes wide “You WHAT?”
Ace groans, throwing his head back “I know! But it was the only way! Do you have any idea how hard it is to get this crew to shut up for more than five minutes?”
You burst into laughter, clutching your sides “Oh, this is priceless. You, of all people, voluntarily doing chores?”
Ace grumbles “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I hope you appreciate the sacrifice I made for this romantic evening.”
You wipe a tear from your eye, still giggling “Oh, I definitely do. I'll make it worth for you, don't worry” you wink at him.
Ace huffs but smiles, pulling you back into his arms “It's already worth it”
You hum, resting your head against his chest.
── .✦ Trafalgar D. Law:
The Polar Tang hums quietly beneath your feet as you make your way toward Law’s quarters, your heart pounding just a little faster than usual. Today marks your first anniversary with him, and while you know Law isn’t the type for grand, sweeping gestures, a small part of you wonders if he even remembers.
You wouldn’t be upset if he forgot, he’s busy, after all. But still… a year together means something.
You take a deep breath and knock.
“Come in.”
Pushing open the door, you step inside and immediately stop in your tracks.
The usually cluttered room is different. His desk is cleared, save for a single candle flickering softly beside a small plate of food, your favorite. A delicate piece of folded paper rests next to it, and on the bed, a neatly wrapped package.
Law stands nearby, arms crossed, watching your reaction with an unreadable expression “Took you long enough” he mutters.
You blink at him, then at the setup “You… did this?”
“Tch. Who else?” He glances away, scratching the back of his neck “It’s not a big deal.”
Your heart swells at the effort. It is a big deal, because Law doesn’t do things like this unless they truly matter to him.
Smiling, you walk over to the table and pick up the folded paper “What’s this?”
He doesn’t answer, just watches as you carefully unfold it.
Your breath catches the moment you realize what it is.
It’s a hand-drawn sketch. Of you.
Your fingers tremble as you take in the intricate details, the way your hair falls around your face, the softness in your eyes, the careful shading that brings it to life. He’s captured you perfectly, every detail very precise. But what gets you the most is the expression he’s given you, serene, happy, loved.
“Law…” Your voice is barely above a whisper “You drew this?”
He shifts uncomfortably “Yeah.” His gaze flickers to the side “I… started it a while ago. Just never had a reason to finish it until now.”
Tears sting the back of your eyes, and you clutch the drawing to your chest, overwhelmed. You knew Law was skilled in many things, but this? This is beyond anything you could have expected.
He clears his throat “There’s more.”
You glance toward the package on the bed, wiping your eyes before carefully unwrapping it. Inside is a book... an old, well-kept copy of one you once mentioned loving but never found again.
You stare at it, stunned “How did you—?”
“You talk in your sleep sometimes.” He smirks, finally meeting your eyes “You kept mumbling about it a few months ago, so I figured I’d find it.”
You let out a small, watery laugh “You found this for me?”
Law shrugs, but there’s a flicker of pride in his expression “It’s not a big deal.”
You set the book and drawing aside before closing the distance between you, your hands resting on his chest “It is a big deal,” you murmur, looking up at him “Thank you, Law. Really.”
He exhales softly, his fingers ghosting over your waist before settling there, pulling you a little closer “Didn’t want you thinking I forgot” he mutters.
You smile, reaching up to cup his face “I wouldn’t have minded, you know. Just being with you is enough.”
His golden eyes search yours, something unspoken passing between you before he finally gives in. His lips find yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, one that speaks of everything he doesn’t say out loud.
He tastes like mint and tea, his hands firm yet gentle as they slide up your back, pressing you against him. The kiss deepens, his fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your head to deepen the connection. Your breath hitches when he nips at your bottom lip before soothing it with another lingering kiss.
When you finally part, your foreheads rest together, both of you breathing a little heavier.
“Happy anniversary” you whisper.
His smirk returns, softer this time “Yeah. Happy anniversary.”
You grin “Think we’ll make it another year?”
Law scoffs, tilting your chin up so he can steal another kiss “I know we will.”
And in that moment, with his arms around you and the warmth of his lips lingering on yours, you have no doubt he’s right.
Secondo teaches female oc how to masturbate. One shot.
If you dont like smut or descriptions of sexual activities please scroll past!
All characters are over the age of 18.
Female character was raised in a abusively strict religious home and even after been on her own she struggles to let those views go. Secondo takes her under his wing and shows her the forbidden in life.
(You can read this as Secondo or any of the papas if you like. I just hope you enjoy!)
She had felt that ache before in her belly. She had looked it up once... attraction, lust. It make her feel embarrassed. Even though she was free from her family's views they still had a lasting effect on her. The tamest of things felt taboo to her.
Today that feeling was so much more intense.
Secondo had taught her about lust, that it was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was human.
But what made her feel worse was she most often had these feelings around him.
He looked at her sitting across from him, seeing the gears in her head turn as she stared into space.
She would always come and sit with him in the afternoon, even if he was working. She enjoyed his presents and he enjoyed hers.
He stopped his writing.
"What's going on in that head of yours, piccola?"
She looks up suddenly, her cheeks turning red.
He's face was serious but his eyes soft.
"You know you can tell me anything, yes?" His face softened. She sighed and closed her eyes.
"I have feelings that I don't know how to...resolve." she said looking down.
"Mhmm, I understand, piccola." Secondo murmured.
"You have been guarded from the world and told to believe everything outside your religion is evil. The things you feel, they scare you, no? Even if you know now that they shouldn't?" He had gotten up from his seat and was standing before her, speaking softly.
She looked up at him and took a shaky breath, noding.
"Lust, that is what you feel, yes? I can see it in your eyes. It confuses you."
"It makes me feel embarrassed. " she admitted.
Secondo smiled softly.
"You do not have to feel that way. It is natural for a young woman like yourself. You crave interaction, no? But you do not know how to get what you want."
Her eyes suddenly shot up to meet his.
"No papa, i dont think I'm ready to go that far..."
He smiled.
"Then you must take care of yourself. Burying these feelings, ignoring then and pushing then down is not healthy." He spoke seriously.
"I...I don't know how..." she looked at him with a mixture of want and shame. He studied her for a second, her beauty, her eyes, her innocence.
"If you are up for it, piccola, i can show you, help you..." he moved closer to her.
She felt her breath hitch. She did not fully understand what he meant but it excited her beyond reason. She nodded in response to scared that her voice would fail her.
Secondo saw the look in her eyes, the way her breathing became laboured. She was beautiful like this and she didnt even realise it. He would help her now, even if he himself craved more.
He moved to the large leather couch in his office and sat down, his legs spread. He motioned her to come to him.
She moved toward him then, closing her eyes as she felt him take her wrist in his hand.
"Come, sit with me." He turned her around gently pulling her down to sit in his lap.
Her body went ridged against his as she held her breath.
"Calmati. I won't hurt you or force you to do anything. If this is not what you want, you can just say."
She shoke her head suddenly leaning into him. The feeling of his larger body behind hers was unimaginable.
"Bene, get comfortable then." He held her by the waist giving her time to collect herself.
He moved his hands to her belly, holding her close.
"You tell me if I do anything you don't like, yes?" She nodded her eyes closed. I grunted in acknowledgment behind her.
He moved his hands lower over her abdomen till he reached the the buttons of her pants. He undid them slowly pushing them down.
"These need to come off." He whispered in her ear, his voice low and his breath hot.
She lifted herself allowing him to pull then down lower.
"Bene, that's good enough." He gently ran his hands over her exposed tights making her head fall back onto his shoulder.
"Are my hands warm, piccola?" He asked.
"Yes..." she breathed out. He grunted again.
"Good." He runs his hands up slowly to the band of her underwear.
He slowly dipped his right hand under, caressing her stomach with his left. He felt the soft hair there and gently ran his hand trough it.
"Are you still alright, piccola?" She nodded desperately grabbing onto his tights either side of her to ground herself.
He spoke again, just above a whisper.
"You know piccola, there is no need for penetration to satiate this need in you. Only a skilled enough hand on the right place can make you feel good. And that is what i want...for you to feel good." His breath was hot in her ear.
He dipped his fingers lower, much lower, snaking his fingers through her wet folds.
"So very wet piccola, how long have you craved this?" He ran his fingers up and down playing with her wet heat. She only gasped in response.
"Shhh...it's alright. You do not need to speak. Just feel and enjoy." He brought his fingers upward to her small swolen bead. He moved his fingers in a circular motion earning more noises from her.
"See piccola. This part of you here. It is the most sensitive." He whispered in her ear holding her close. The noises she made, the way she bucked up into his hand, it almost drove him insane. She was so inexperienced, so naive, so innocent. It almost made his mouth water.
He held her, continuing his motions over her core.
"Does it feel good, don't be ashamed to say." He looked at her face, mouth parted and gasping, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"Yes papa..." she moaned.
"Bene, bene. That is what i want." He smiled seeing her so vulnerable.
Her gaspes got louder and her moans more drawn out. She was close he knew it.
"Feel that feeling building, piccola. Dont deny it. Let it take you..." he almost groaned in her ear.
Her hand covered his on her belly while the other dug into his tight for support, the feeling making his eyes roll back. He moved faster now, with more urgency. Her noises were maddening.
"Let it go, piccola. Cum for your papa." He purred.
His words drove her over the edge as she felt her body shiver and pulse. She was loud, louder than before, but in her ecstacy she did not care, and neither did he. He slowed his hand letting her come down from her high.
She stilled in his lap then, breathing hard.
"Does it feel beter now, do you feel relieved?" He asked his voice still a pur in her ear.
"Yes...papa...I..." he stopped her.
"Shhh now. Rest and catch your breath. We can stay like this as long as you like."
He brought his hand to her cheek turning her to face him. He placed a kiss on her forehead.
"You are more beautiful than you can imagine, piccola. Remember that."
Thank you for reading. I haven't writen anything in years and want to start again so I hope this small piece was decent.
*Enemies to Lovers inspired by the Year Zero music video*
Papa Emeritus II x Reader (18+)
Word Count: 6k
Read on AO3
Summary: You've recently been promoted to the role of Imperatrix under the reign of Papa Emeritus II. But what happens when you despise the man you'll be serving and the job promised to you isn't what you expected? Has dark magic already sealed your fate inside the Ministry's walls or will you carve your own path forward?
(Dividers by @wrathofrats)
It was supposed to be a promotion.
A new job, with a new expensive wardrobe and a new suite on the beautifully built western side of the Abbey. It was supposed to be a step up. An upgrade. An opportunity to serve the Dark Lord like none you’d been offered before. That’s what everyone had told you.
But this… this didn’t feel like a promotion.
“I’m supposed to do what?!”
Sister Imperator sighed and rolled her eyes. She’d clearly become exhausted by your never-ending barrage of questions.
“Sister, don’t make me repeat myself. I said after Papa has finished his meal you will undress.”
The other sisters in the room hadn’t flinched when Imperator explained how things would work here in Papa’s private dining room. Although in their defense Imperator had rattled off your new to-do list like it was nothing more than a simple set of chores: set the table with the fine china, light the fireplace and black candles, serve Papa his meal from the kitchen, and then once he’d finished eating strip naked and offer yourself to him.
Feed him then fuck him.
That was your new job.
That’s what you were supposed to do.
“Well what if we don’t want to ‘offer ourselves’ to Papa?’” You said adding a pair of finger quotes for good measure.
“Seriously?” One of your sisters asked while the rest looked at you like you had seven heads.
You wondered then if everyone else knew what to expect because no one mentioned to you that you were going to have to fuck Papa sideways after his afternoon tea and finger sandwiches. You were pretty sure you’d remember something like that.
“This is part of your duty Sister. Unless of course, you would rather be somewhere else,” Imperator spoke nonchalantly with the wave of her manicured nails. “I can arrange for you to return to the gardens if you’d like.”
“No, no.” You shot back. “I don’t want that.”
It wasn’t that you had anything against Primo or the lovely earth ghouls who worked in the greenhouse but gardening, plants, digging around in the dirt… those weren’t your things. You’d hoped to be placed in the library when you were first informed of your promotion to Imperatrix. Getting lost in the countless books, hiding away in one of the library’s many corners, and reading in front of one of the large marble fireplaces sounded practically godlike to you. Plus you doubted the sisters who worked there were expected to bend over for Papa after putting away texts and tomes all day.
“Okay well then sisters,” Imperator started, clasping her hands together, “you are all dismissed. Present yourselves to the kitchen staff at 6:00 o’clock sharp. Do not be late. The kitchen will inform you of tonight’s meal and then you may begin to prepare the dining room accordingly. Any more questions?”
Any more questions? You had a million fucking questions. But the look in Imperator's eye quieted you. It was better not to ask them. You’d rather not piss her off any further or else you’d end up on her shit list and somewhere truly awful like Nihil’s office. One by one your fellow sisters filed out of the dining room, laughing and joking about god knows what. You were truly too zoned out to care. You turned to follow them into the hall, but a hand reached out and grabbed you, pulling you back into the dim dining room.
“Hold on sister, let’s talk.”
Imperator's cherry-red nails dug into your skin and she spun you around, offering you a weak smile, her thin lips spread and the corners of her eyes crinkled. She led you to a thickly cushioned chair before the roaring fire and motioned for you to sit. You obliged and she pulled a chair from the table to sit beside you.
“I want you to answer me truthfully. You will not be punished for anything you say during this conversation. Do you understand?” You nodded and Imperator reached forward to pat your forearm much like a teacher would congratulate a mischievous child for finally falling in line. “That’s good, dear. Now let’s get to the bottom of this. Are you embarrassed to take your clothes off?”
If you had been drinking you would have spat in Imperator's face. “No. No. Definitely not.” You loved your body, imperfections and all.
One of Sister Imperators eyebrow’s cocked to the heavens. “You’re a virgin then?”
“What?! No.” You were many things, but even then a virgin wasn’t one.
“Are you scared he won’t be… gentle?”
You eyed Imperator at her careful choice of words. It was common knowledge amongst everyone in the Abbey that Secondo liked to party and since his ascension tales of his exploits had only grown more and more wild. Lately, it was becoming harder to separate rumors from truth, but the ghouls had told you what he was like on tour. Multiple women every day. Brothers too. Half a dozen bodies warming his bed each night like clockwork. Almost all walked or limped away covered in marbling black and blue bruises, their skin looking more like Jackson Pollock paintings than naturally colored flesh.
“No, that’s not it,” you answered truthfully.
“Then what is it, sister? Help me understand.”
Imperator asked you to be honest, but you wondered if there was a line hidden somewhere in the sand. Could you really speak ill of a Papa and get away with it?
You turned your head and looked at the tall grandfather clock in the corner of the room. Like everything in the church, it was beautifully ornate bordering on ostentatious. Intricate depictions of dark angels were carved into dark mahogany and inlaid with bits of 18 carrot gold. The fallen angels' wings pointed upward toward an onyx statue of Baphomet, who perched like a gargoyle on top of the clock and stared down at you with ruby eyes. The second hand ticked and ticked. You watched as it passed the twelve and continued onward like Sisyphus in his incessant journey.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
How long could you sit in silence before Imperator would ask a ghoul to carry you to the infirmary for a psych eval? A few minutes? An hour? An eternity?
Tick. Tick. Tick.
Imperator tapped her clawed finger against her chair.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Your time was up.
“Sister,” she said squeezing your arm. You looked back into her hazel eyes. They were gentler and kinder than they had been before. It was… surprising.
It wasn’t often Sister Imperator softened. Running the church wasn’t an easy task and over the years You’d seen her hold things together with tenacity, strength, and the occasional iron fist. It still gave you chills thinking about the first time she’d turned her fury your way. It’d happened during a particularly rowdy Lupercalia festival years ago. You’d challenged Mountain to a drinking contest but it was still early days in the church for you and none of the ghouls had bothered to mention their tolerance was insurmountable higher than humans. You’d ended up wasted before the first bonfire was even lit.
The night ended after Imperator found you emptying your stomach down the front of a statue in the main courtyard. You vaguely remember she hadn’t cared that it was Dew’s idea to climb the stupid thing. But what you do remember was all the screaming she’d done when you broke off a small piece of Lilith’s marble nose on your clumsy descent.
But right now the angry fire that was always hidden inside of Imperator wasn’t aimed in your direction. Right now she was offering you something else. Pity? Sadness? Sympathy? It was hard to tell exactly what was behind Imperator's eyes… but whatever she was aiming in your direction it left you with a sour feeling deep in your stomach.
Imperator called your name and the uneasy feeling only worsened, “Tell me sister why don’t you want this?”
“I’m just not interested in doing that… with him.”
It wasn’t a lie. But it wasn’t exactly the whole truth either. You’d never say this to a member of the high clergy but the only thing you really wanted to do with Secondo was smack him upside his bald-headed ass.
“You know sex with a Papa is an honor?” Sister Imperator said, finally letting go of your arm and sitting back in her chair with a sigh. “Of course, no one will ever force you to do anything you are uncomfortable with but you should know many of your sisters would love to be in this position.”
“I know that and I am grateful,” you lied. “Is there something else I can do? Can I help in the kitchens or the classrooms? I can do secretarial work if any of the Cardinals need an extra hand. My Latin isn’t great but I’m a decent typist. Or I could help in the choir. I don’t know if they need help but I’m sure I could make myself useful. If you think that’s a good idea of course. If you don’t agree then never mind. I can do whatever for whoever.”
You were rambling. Panicking.
You didn’t want to offer the greenhouse, but maybe this was the moment you should? Primo was nice enough and even though Mountain wasn’t your drinking buddy anymore he was still your friend. You wouldn’t thrive but you could survive. Thankfully Imperator spoke again before the landslide that was tumbling inside your brain could spew any further out your mouth.
“For now sister you will help the others prepare Papa’s meals. After he’s eaten you can excuse yourself. You will wait until he has left the dining room and then you may clean up with the others. Does that sound alright?”
“Yes, Sister. Thank you, Sister.”
You bowed and dismissed yourself before Imperator could ask you any more embarrassing questions. If you hadn’t felt her eyes piercing the back of your head as you walked away you would have run out of that room and sprinted across the front lawn and into the woods until your head was as clear as the sky.
But you couldn’t do that.
You weren’t a junior Sister of Sin anymore.
You were an Imperatrix now. You had to follow some rules.
You wandered through the halls of the Abbey until you found the office of Cardinal Terzo.
Unlike his older brother, you didn’t have any issues with the third Emeritus. His flirting was fun and harmless and he had a wicked sense of humor. There’d been a time when you’d thought a night in his bed might be fun but Terzo was a bit too much drama for you in the end. His highs were high, but his lows… well for a grown man he could certainly throw a temper tantrum.
It was fitting that before you reached his door you heard his voice. He was singing along with an opera song, something sad and moody tinged in a haunting darkness that seemed to breathe into everything within the Abbey’s walls. Your Italian was shit, but you guessed from the way he was lamenting the song had something to do with a lost lover. It was beautiful. You smiled to no one but the portraits in the hall. Terzo might be a drama queen but fucking hell could he sing like a fallen angel. If you hadn’t come here with a mission you would have sat down in the hall and listened for as long as he sang. But duty called.
“Cardinal,” you shouted, banging loudly on his door. “Cardinal Terzo?! Sister Imperator sent me.”
“Bella!” Terzo flung open the door and dramatically wrapped you in his arms, swinging you around the room in an airtight waltz. “Dance with me, bella.” You both laughed as Terzo dipped you dangerously close to the floor. An old record player in the corner of the room spun, continuing the song Terzo had sung.
“Mia cara, you are here for the keys to your new suite, no?”
“Yes, Cardinal,” you answered as he brought you back to your feet and kissed your hand.
“We must celebrate then! Today is a big day for you.” Terzo let you go and moved behind his large desk in the center of the room. He opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of brown-colored liquor, waggling his eyebrows playfully at you as he held it up.
“This whiskey is a personal favorite Sorella,” Terzo said pulling two crystal glasses from the same drawer before pouring the liquor and filling each glass nearly to the top. “It’s smooth, rich, and warms your insides. I find it’s a crowd favorite. Not unlike your favorite Cardinal, no?” Terzo winked at you with a devilish smile on his lips. “Would you like a taste?”
Tuesday at noon seemed like a great time for a whiskey right? Fuck it. You’d earned this, plus you had hours before you needed to be back in Papa’s dining room.
“Sure why not,” you answered, taking a step closer to Terzo.
“To the drink… or to me cara?”
“Just the drink Cardinal.”
What is it about alcohol that makes time move fucking sideways? Is it the ethanol disrupting pathways in your brain? Or is it the company you keep while downing an entire bottle of whiskey in the middle of the afternoon? Either way, the sun was lower and your spirits were higher when you finally stumbled out of Terzo’s office.
Two hundred and twenty-four.
You stared at the emerald green numbered etched into the door. Two hundred and twenty-four. This was your new home. You pulled out the brass key Cardinal Terzo had given you and slid it into the slot. The massive wooden door gave way with a heavy push.
If the halls on this side of the Abbey were as beautiful as a painting, then your room was the goddamn Louvre. Every inch of your new space was so gorgeous it was practically dripping in an ostentatious opulence that the Dark Lord would be proud of. Vaulted ceilings gave way to arched windows framed in dark rich wood. The same deep brown also made up a large four-poster bed in the center of the room and to the left of your unbelievably comfy-looking bed, two plush and tufted armchairs faced a black marble fireplace. On the other side of the room, a massive armoire towered next to a set of wooden double doors. You squealed as you ungracefully tripped over the threshold and rushed toward the doors.
“What’s behind door number one,” you giggled as you threw open the doors with a flourish.
Your jaw dropped.
“Fuck me, Satan…”
Inside was your bathroom. Your glorious, beautiful, and perfect private bathroom.
Dark emerald tiles stretched from the floor and crawled up the high bowed walls like ivy. In the center of the room, a clawfoot tub begged you to forget about your duties and soak until you became a pruny mess. A black marble vanity ran the room's length and another fireplace cemented itself across from a set of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Everything was bathed in a pretty orange glow as the sun streamed in through a trio of gothic windows.
A smile crept across your face.
If this morning Imperator had tossed you into a hole, and this afternoon Terzo lifted you out, then this room, in all of its glory, helped set you free. It gave you a pair of wings and let you fly. You felt lightheaded and happier than you’d been in a long time. All of this was yours. Silk sheets, marble fireplaces, porcelain tub, all of it was yours just to serve a bitter bald man some steak and potatoes.
“Ya know if Satan won’t fuck ya I will.” You nearly jumped out of your skin before whipping around to see Mountain posted up smugly in the doorway.
“Jesus fucking Christ Mountain! What the hell are you doing here?”
“Well, I came to say hi and see your new place. But now I’m thinking I might take a bath in that tub right there. This place is pretty nice.” Mountain ran his clawed finger over your marble countertop. “You sure it’s yours?”
You smiled at Mountain. While the large ghoul had been on the quiet side when you first met him ages ago, he’d opened up like one of Primo’s flowers in spring since then. He was kind and patient, traits all earth ghouls seemed to share, but he was also funny and sarcastic. You loved that most about him.
“Very funny,” you said striding up to Mountain and punching him playfully in his broad shoulder. “You live in a den underground. What do you know about nice? A shoe box would look nice to you.”
“Ooooo she becomes an Imperatrix and suddenly she’s sassyyyyy.”
"Yeah. Yeah," you murmered, walking past Mountain back into the main chamber of your suite. He followed your trail like the giant Saint Bernard he was.
“You nervous about tonight?”
You jumped up onto your bed and let your feet dangle over the edge.
“I told Imperator I didn’t want the job.”
Mountain raised an eyebrow, “Why would you say that?”
“Because I don’t, Mountain.” You hopped off the bed and paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. “Maybe I’m not like everyone else.”
“What does that mean?”
“I’m just... I'm not desperately trying to sleep with an Emeritus.”
“I’m guessing you didn’t say it like that to Imperator,” Mountain eyes stayed on you watching you sympathetically, as you wore a hole in the finely polished floor.
“No. I didn’t. She’s letting me keep the job for now though. Minus the fucking I guess.”
“So you get all this,” Mountain motioned around your room, “just to be a waitress?”
“Guess so.”
Mountain paused for a moment and you turned to face him. He looked stunned. Brow wrinkling. Hands plunged deep into his brown curly hair. “That’s… that’s surprising.”
“Why?”
“Well despite living underground I do know some things Sister and one of the things I know is that Papa Secondo gave you the nicest suite in the Abbey.”
“What!?”
You knew that assigning Imperatrixs their new wardrobe and housing was under the discretion of the Papa in charge. That’s why you weren’t surprised to see emerald color sheets and tiles in your suite. But why would Secondo give you the best room? Did he forget what happened between you all those nights ago? This couldn’t be right. Mountain must have been mistaken. This had to be some type of ill-informed gossip swapped over half a dozen drinks in the ghoul dens. This was the kind of nonsense you had just spent the last few hours yapping on about with Terzo. Nonsense. Nothing more.
“How do you know that? Who said that?”
“Primo.”
Fuck. Primo didn’t gossip. Primo barely talked to anyone but his plants. This wasn't nonsense.
“That’s how I knew which room was yours. He told me this was your new place. He also told me this was where he kept his most favorite Imperatrix when he was Papa.”
“Really?”
“Really really.”
“Fuck.”
Standing in Papa’s dining room you felt dumb. Really, really dumb. Like a box of rocks, four cents short of a nickel, got into the gene pool when the lifeguard wasn't watching… dumb.
At last night's ceremony, when it was announced six new sisters would serve in Papa’s dining room, you hadn’t thought much of the number. You’d just accepted it as a normal thing… six sisters feeding one Papa. Sure. Fine. Whatever. Weirder things happened in the church. Truthfully, you were just excited that you wouldn’t have to use the mildewy communal showers anymore. But now, standing in Papa Secondo’s dining room with your five fellow sisters you realized you should have known the ministry would want you to be more than just a waitress. Papa didn't need this many people to prep and serve his meals. It wasn’t like he needed twelve hands to lay down a single set of silverware and yeah there were a lot of candles to light, and his meal consisted of several courses, but this wasn’t hard work. The six of you had finished Imperator’s lengthy checklist in a matter of minutes. God, you felt so dumb.
With nothing left to do but wait for Secondo you found a chair by the fire and plopped down. The grand clock in the corner ticked and ticked. The rest of your sisters found other places around the room to perch.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
“Do you think he’s going to want all of us tonight? Like at once?” A shy voice asked.
It was Sister Rose who broke the silence. Like the rest of the women in the room, Rose was gorgeous. She had long black hair that cascaded effortlessly past her shoulders and down her back, her green eyes resembled the color of Secondo’s formal robes, and she always smelt like sweet vanilla and honey. Someday you really should ask her where she got her perfume.
“I don’t know,” Sister Katherina said hopping off the buffet table. “But I hope he picks me. He slept with my old roommate, Lionara once and she still hasn’t shut up about it. Mind you that was two years ago and she’s fucked half the clergy since then.”
If Sister Rose, was beautiful like the night, with dark hair and dark eyes, then Sister Katherina was pretty like the sun. She had blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and was sweet as sugar. You’d often seen her with the siblings in the bakery, whipping up sweet treats with her trademark wide smile. You weren’t friends with many siblings, you preferred the comfort of ghouls, but you could see why so many people liked Katherine. Like sunshine she was easy to like.
“Eh, no offense Katey, but Lionara wouldn’t know good dick if it slapped her in the face. Besides I have a feeling he’s only taking one of us tonight. So I wouldn’t worry if I were you.”
You rolled your eyes at Sister Luciana's words. Like both Rose and Katherina, Sister Luciana was stunning. But unfortunately for everyone on the planet, Luciana knew that. How she found anyone to put up with her attitude was beyond you, but for some reason the brothers all lined up to grovel at her feet like she was Lilith incarnate. Luciana was proof that apparently, you can have an ego the size of Mount Everest and still get laid. It shouldn't have been a surprise she’d assume Papa would fuck her first.
You were about to defend Katherina when the clock chimed… one, two, three, four, five, six, seven times. On the final note, the door opened and he appeared.
Papa Secondo Emeritus was a tall man. In every room he entered, he towered over everyone and everything. You wouldn’t mind his height, you liked a tall man… or ghoul, but Papa’s looming height combined with the intensity of his permanent scowl made people feel small. Siblings hid from him when he strolled down the halls and his confessionals were as sparsely attended as the 9:00 am weekend masses.
You weren’t much different from the rest. You never felt warm and fuzzy around Secondo like you did the Ghouls or his brothers. But if you were a betting sister, you’d wager he liked it that way. Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’d never smiled before in his life. His face was probably incapable of it. And you’d sure as fuck never heard him laugh. Everything was always so serious with Secondo. “We must put Satan first” this… “we must be conduits for him” that. You’d think for a dude who fucked so much he’d be less uptight. But that wasn’t Secondo. He was as bitter as a penny.
As Secondo stepped into the room and walked to the head of the table, you felt the air leave the room and the shadows grow darker. He paused behind his chair and gripped the back of the seat so roughly his leather gloves squeaked. Then one by one he eyed each of your sisters, taking his time to dissect them in silence.
As you shifted from foot to foot waiting for your turn to be scrutinized you wondered what he was looking for. Maybe he was just deciding which of you he’d fuck first, contemplating which body part he’d use for whatever pleasure was in his wrathful head. Or maybe he was thinking about which of you he wanted to get rid of first.
Along with his insatiable appetite for flesh, Secondo had a reputation for being quick to anger. None of his assistants ever lasted more than a few months and the ghouls on his last tour told you horror stories about blowups backstage.
Then of course there was also your own experience with Secondo’s rage. It happened a long time ago but you’d never forget it. The way he’d spoken to you. The fire in his eyes. The vitriol he’d spewed, chewing you up and spitting you out like you’d been worth nothing. It had been a nightmare he might have forgotten but you never would.
If you’d still been drunk you probably would have reminded Secondo of that night. You would have told him off and splashed some of the expensive red wine from his table on his stupid painted face. But you weren’t drunk. You were floating somewhere in the buzzed phase, where the edges of your vision were a bit fuzzy and your inhibitions weren’t entirely free.
With a soft click the minute hand on the clock moved and it was suddenly your turn to be dissected. Secondo’s mixed-matched eyes met yours… and then it happened.
The entire room burst into a bright light. Like a flashbang, pain ripped through your eyes and you pinched them closed, staggering backward. A sweltering torrid heat started to burn. It swept over your arms and face and sunk into your clothes. Then it dawned on you. Something in the room was burning. You forced open your eyes and squinted against the light.
Your jaw fell slack.
It looked like someone had doused gasoline onto every open flame. The fireplace roared and flashed angrily like thunder and lightning and fire from every black candle was shooting high into the air, licking the ceiling and threatening to consume you all in its blaze.
Someone in the room screamed.
But just as quickly as it started… it was over. The heat, the sound, the light burning through the dark room all of it was gone in another flash.
For a moment you wondered if you were seeing things, if maybe you were still drunk, or worse if your sanity was slipping away from you. But then you looked back at Secondo and you knew… he’d seen it too. Uncharacteristically his painted mouth hung open and his pupils were dialed wide.
“Sei tu?” Papa whispered. “Por favore…sei tu?” He was so quiet you almost didn’t hear him.
“Are you alright Papa?” Sister Luciana asked, but Secondo ignored her. His eyes snapped from the black candles back to you.
There was something about looking into Secondo’s eyes that was like staring into the sun. You’d forgotten what his eyes looked like from this close a distance. He’d turned his gaze on you like this only once before. That stupid night so long ago but when he’d looked at you then his eyes had pierced you. Like a sword, they’d hurt and stung. But this … this didn’t feel like that. This felt different. There was no pain now. All you felt now as you stared at one another was the warm summer sun.
It felt good. Really fucking good.
Papa tilted his head and you mirrored him, like two diametrical opposing species discovering each other in the wild for the first time. If he was working some sort of dark magic you weren’t ready to break the spell. You wanted to feel like this… just for a bit longer.
“Ehhhhhmmmm,” Sister Luciana loudly cleared her throat and Secondo tore his eyes from you. The moment, or whatever that had been, was over. The sun moved behind the clouds.
“Papa,” Luciana said several octaves higher than her normal speaking voice, “won’t you please have a seat.”
Was she really not going to acknowledge the fucking weird ass shit that just happened?! The fact the entire room was almost just consumed by flames?!
You snapped your head around the room and to your shock, no one else seemed to share in your dismay. In fact, no one else seemed to care that the entire room had almost just burned down. Everyone was smiling and obediently staring at Papa, just like they had been before the flames had erupted.
Secondo nodded at Luciana and took his seat at the head of the table.
You wanted to scream.
He had seen it. You were sure. Secondo had definitely seen it too.
What in the actual name of Satan was going on?!
Sister Luciana continued on oblivious to your internal turmoil, and took care of Papa’s wine, seductively licking her lips as she poured his pinot noir. The rest of your sisters started their work as well. Mind still reeling from the flames, you did your best to focus on your own task, eventually falling in line and working in tandem with your sisters to fill Secondo’s plate with all sorts of meats and veggies.
After a moment when his plate was finally piled high, Secondo held up a hand. As Sister Imperator had instructed, you knelt by his feet and clasped your hands in prayer.
“Dark one, we are one in your blood,” Secondo started, “A conquered people rising from the ashes of your burnt wings. Command us. Open wide the gates of Hell and come forth from the abyss to greet us as your brothers and sisters. We invite you… willingly.” Secondo's voice wavered on the last word and then he paused, closing his eyes and tilting his head toward the ceiling.
You’d never heard this prayer before. You wondered if he was coming up with it on the fly. It was tradition to recite the anti-Nicene creed before a meal… but Secondo was Papa. You supposed he could say whatever he wanted. But when Secondo spoke again he surprised you. He sounded sadder. Or maybe frustrated. It was difficult to tell since he switched from English to his mother tongue.
“Mi dispiace se non ho fatto abbastanza per farti piacere. Starò meglio. Per te. Lo giuro. Nema.”
For the rest of the meal, Secondo acted as you expected. He took and you gave. He demanded more wine, more meat, more potatoes. All of his words came to you as orders instead of asks and you indulged him, bringing him everything he desired. But you did withhold one thing from him. For the rest of the meal, you refused to look Secondo in his heterochromatic eyes. You stared at the floor, out the window, at the food piled high on the table. You kept your eyes anywhere but on his.
As Secondo put the last bite of his steak into his mouth you took your cue to leave and slipped out the side door and into the butler's pantry. But you weren’t alone for long. One by one, your fellow sisters joined you, each a bit disappointed they hadn’t been chosen by Secondo. First was Sister Madaline, then Sister Sarah, followed shortly thereafter by Sister Morgan. When Sister Rose and Sister Katherina joined you in the pantry together moments later you almost scoffed. Of course, Secondo would pick Luciana. She’d practically eye-fucked him during the appetizer.
You snagged an apple from a bowl and then hopped up on the granite countertop, hoping Luciana’d at least make it quick.
“Are we allowed to eat those?” Sister Sarah asked staring hungrily at the apple halfway in your mouth. Imperator had informed you that it was your choice when you ate. You could go to the siblings' dining hall before or after Papa ate. Apparently, like you, Sarah had chosen the latter.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” you said, munching on the apple, some juice falling ungracefully to your chin. “But these are really good. You want one?”
“Fuck, yes.”
You smiled and tossed Sarah an apple from the bowl.
“Anybody else wan-” The sound of dishes shattering interrupted you. Your sisters exchanged wide-eyed glances. Good, you thought. You weren’t the only one hearing things this time.
“Someone s-should probably go look,” Sister Rose stated nervously. “Just… just to make sure she’s okay, right?”
It wasn’t surprising when all eyes fell on you. Just as Secondo had his reputation, so did you… and you weren’t known as a rule follower.
“Fineeeee,” you sighed, hopping down from your perch, “I’ll check it out.”
You walked toward the dining room door, dropped to your knees, and slowly pushed it open just the smallest crack... just enough that you could see a sliver of the dining room floor. On the ground plates and glasses were smashed. Wine soaked into the carpet and food was scattered everywhere.
You moved closer inching the door open just slightly… and then you saw Luciana. She was lying naked on the table. Papa stood still clothed in his dress shirt and pants between her thighs. His gloved hands squeezed her throat as his hips slammed into her again and again and again.
Secondo was fucking Luciana like he didn’t care about the bruises he’d leave behind or if she had enough air to breathe. There was no love here. No gentleness. No kindness. No intimacy. This was brutal. This was feral. This was rough animalistic sex and nothing more.
But Luciana didn’t care. No, she seemed to love it.
“Papa. Papa. Papa,” she chanted his title. “Just like that Papa. You feel soooooo fucking good Papa. You’re so biggggg Papa.”
You wondered if she was faking it, laying it on thick to stroke Secondo’s ego. You didn’t have a great view of Papa or his “big” cock… but you could tell he was ferocious. Even if he was silent, even if he refused to look her in the eye, even if this was the most impersonal bout of rough sex you’d ever fucking seen in your life Secondo was slamming so hard into her you worried the table was going to splinter and break in two.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Creaking and moaning. Screaming and panting. You watched it all crouched from the doorway.
“Fuck Papa. I’m… I’m so close.” Luciana reached up to cradle Secondo's face but he stopped abruptly. He pulled away from her and his eyes darkened.
Your breath hitched.
“No,” he growled coldly. “This is an offering. Nothing more.” Secondo grabbed Luciana's hand and slammed it down onto the table beside her head with a loud bang.
You jumped. The big brass key to your room slipped from your pocket and clanged loudly against the tile floor.
“Shit.”
You slapped your hand over your mouth. Shit. You had not meant to say that out loud.
Shit.
You hoped he hadn’t heard that.
But it was too late.
He’d heard you.
Secondo’s eyes met yours.
The warmth you felt when the candles flared swept back over you, one by one igniting your nerve endings into smoldering embers. But the candles weren’t burning any brighter. The room wasn’t getting any hotter. Secondo was simply watching you... and you watched him back, staring directly into the sun that was Papa Secondo.
Even as he stepped back toward the table, even as he pounded into Luciana harder than he had before, even as she screamed… you stayed and met his gaze. You let Secondo watch you as he fucked her. You let his stare burn you.
“Papa I’m gonna…” Luciana began to shake, her legs twitched and back arched as she started to careen over her edge, Secondo’s relentless thrusts finally catching up to her.
“Please… please… just… oh my god!” She cried.
“There’s no god here,” Papa grunted through gritted teeth, the first sign that he was close to his own end.
Then like a marionette, Luciana hurtled over her edge. She went limp on the table, her back flat against the wood and her legs splayed open wide. But Secondo didn't slow down. He just kept pushing, kept moving, kept staring directly at you as he fucked into Luciana over and over and over, ignoring her overstimulated whimpers and soft cries. And you stayed. Your knees stayed planted on the floor, your hand stayed glued to the wooden door, and your eyes remained on his. You stayed until a voice called out to you.
“Sister, what’s going on?”
Quickly you shut the door and spun around. From beyond the now-closed threshold you heard Secondo roar. Five sets of concerned eyes met yours.
“W-what?” You stuttered.
“Sister, what’s going on in there? Is Luciana okay?” Sister Sarah repeated herself, having put down her apple some time ago and moved to huddle with the rest of your waiting sisters in the middle of the pantry.
“Yeah.” You blinked. “Yeah. She’s fine.”
“Are you sure?” Sister Morgan asked, offering you a hand and helping you stand from the unforgiving cold tile floor. Your knees ached as you reached your full height. How many minutes had you been kneeling for? How long had you been watching? Better yet why did you watch? And why did he let you?
Your head was spinning.
“Sister?” Morgan asked again.
“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure. You guys have heard the rumors about Papa right?” You added with a half-hearted laugh. “Well, they’re definitely true. Papa’s just a bit… enthusiastic.”
Enthusiastic. It wasn’t the right word, but you weren’t about to go into detail on what you'd just seen. Knowing Luciana she’d brag about this whole affair with a megaphone in the courtyard soon enough. The sordid details would come out in the wash. They always did in the Abbey. Your biggest worry now was that you’d be part of the dirty laundry. That maybe while you had looked at Secondo and he at you, Luciana had seen you both.
Shit.
You pinched your brow and sighed before leaning against the marble counter. Every minute you had to wait to clean up the dining room was going to be agony.
This was supposed to be a promotion. So why was this job starting to feel more like a nightmare?
This is just a silly little what-if scenario that I’ll see in my dreams only. I really enjoyed the Ghovie. That’s some core memory shit right there. I had an absolute blast and I’m so happy for Tobias. 🖤🥺
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