The new ghoul was at the latest ritual! The devil works fast, but fan artists work faster lol. I'm calling him Gust or Storm until there's a name most agreed upon in the fandom
Maybe this is a controversial opinion because I'm seeing comments on Reddit that Skeleta isn't Ghost's best work, but I absolutely loved Skeleta. There was only one song I skipped and that's only because I don't like acoustic ballads, and that's super rare for me.
Of course music taste is subjective and everyone's entitled to their own opinions, but what did everyone else think of Skeleta?
The cardinal sat in utter shock, his smile quickly turning into a sadness in the pit of his stomach. You, his favourite student, his perfect sorella, had just ran away from him, leaving him sat in the gardens by himself. Thankfully the willow tree offered him some comfort in its low hanging leaves, leaving him feeling slightly less embarrassed by the public shaming he had just had. All he did was try help you, offer you his gentle touch to perfect your writing, but it seems it was too much, too soon. Maybe you thought it forward of him, or maybe you were just disgusted by him... The creepy cardinal, like everyone else thought. He sat for a while wondering to himself, his thoughts entering a state of self-loathing before he shook his head and headed back towards his office as the afternoon lingered on.
He was hoping that finding you in the library meant an afternoon in the sunshine, getting to know you a little better, that you might see past the fact that he was the cardinal and see l that under his cassock he was just… Copia, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Slumping into his chair, all he could think about was the face you pulled when you noticed his hand on yours, was he really that disgusting?
He picked up some of the letters laying on his desk and started to flick through them, not paying any attention to what was in his hands, his thoughts were firmly set on wondering what to do. He was already the shy and easily embarrassed type… this might just finish him off. He thought of how he could just sit and hide, maybe drop out as the Latin professor for the semester, maybe tell the clergy a lie about how he is too overwhelmed with work... Just so he didn’t have to see that face again on his perfect sorella. His thoughts suddenly interrupted by a knock at his door, his brother older brother Secondo walking in without a word. He stood at the front of the cardinal’s desk; his eyebrow raised, stern as always… Had he heard already?? Did news really travel that fast? Copias face turning white as if he had just seen a ghost, Secondo was sure to be the one here to tell him off for bothering sisters that didn’t want his attention.
“What is it fratello?” Secondo said to Copia as he stood in front of him, Copias face clearly looking worried by the fact his brother had just entered his office.
“Nothing Papa, Nothing...” He quietly answered him, laying the letters in his hands back down the desk.
“Well, it sure doesn’t look like nothing… you’ve got a face on you, what is it, fratello? Sister problems?”
And just like that Secondo was onto him, it seemed like his older brother knew him well enough to guess what the issue was before he had even mentioned it. In fact, Secondo was probably the only one of his brothers that could probably guess the issue before he had even admitted it to himself.
“Si… I guess it is” Copia replied placing his hat on his desk and running his hands through his hair as he sat back in his seat.
“Is it that sister from your Latin class? I see how you look at her…”
Copia’s eyebrow raised as he looked at his brother, both almost mirroring each other.
“What’s been said Secondo? Is the ministry laughing at me already? All because the sister ran away from me? All I did was touch her hand” Copia let his mind and mouth run away with him, letting out his fears in front of his brother without a second thought.
“Fratello, Nothings been said… Don’t worry... I just came over to see if you were going to be at our weekly uno game tonight. Ive got the kitchen prepping us something nice”. Secondo offered his brother a small piece of comfort before he started to push “but now you have to tell your brother, what happened? Maybe I can help you”.
Copia didn’t need to be asked twice, his twirling self-doubt spat out the issue before his mind had even caught up with itself. “Si, Well I went to the library and the sister from my Latin class was studying. I offered her some comfort, a walk in the gardens and some extra study time in the sunshine. She seemed frustrated.. Upset. I thought it might help. And well, we were writing something out and I touched her hand to help neaten up her handwriting a little, and well…. She bolted. She got up and ran away from me. Am I really that bad Secondo?” He threw up his hands in frustration.
“My fratello…. I think your mind is running away with you… You need to take a deep breath and think about this.. This sister, you should talk to her… explain to her properly, si?” Secondo answered with concern, his brother not leaving him a moment to think before answering.
“I don’t think that would work… I tried; she ran”. Copia expelled, ready to admit defeat and let the pits of hell swallow him whole.
“Well, why don’t you write to her? A Latin love letter? I could get my ghouls to deliver it for you” Secondo asked hoping that this would be the answer to his brothers' problems. And in that moment the cardinals domineer changed, it was almost as if secondo had given him the meaning of life, his frown turned into a smile.
“Ahh. Brother, you always know how to fix a problem.” Copia smiled.
“Well, I wouldn’t be Papa, if I couldn’t fix problems with my flock now would I? I’ll see you at uno later then. Si? I need my wing man to make sure Terzo isn’t cheating again” Secondo smiled.
“Ahhh, si.. I’ll see you later”. Copia answered his brother, returning his smile.
Secondo smiled and left the cardinal's office, leaving copia to slump back into his chair and slip back into his mind. His thoughts quickly slipped to the letter that Secondo suggested. He opened his desk draw and pulled out a piece of ministry headed letter paper and put it down in front of him.
Dear Sister,
I hope my words find you well.
I sit in my office writing this, thinking about our moment under the willow tree. I wanted to express my sincere apologies, if I upset you. My aim was to only help you, and maybe get you to see how much I care for you or how I would like too. Teaching you as a student has been a privilege, and although my professionalism means a lot to me... You must believe me when I say that you are the most beautiful and talented of sisters, and I truly hope I didn’t overstep my mark and that you could possibly see me as more then just your professor.
Yours truly,
Copia
Putting his pen down, he read the letter back to himself over and over... making sure that it was just perfect for his beautiful sorella. He smiled trying not to let the anxiety that sat in the back of his mind set back in, but Secondo was right, he needed to do something. At least this way, he could explain to you and also possibly get a definitive answer on if you would accept his advances. If you didn’t, he could just lick his wounds and move on... and maybe hide for the rest of the semester.
He sat for a while, thinking about what he would do if you actually said yes, the idea of you running to him and kissing him springing into his mind. Him taking you by the waist and lifting you up high as your lips met. All his life he had longed for romance just like in the movies; he was sure you would want that too. That you also would want the type of love you see in black and white films, the type of romance that warms your heart and leaves you feeling whole. All his life he has never felt good enough for anyone, or anything. Although he has put his life into his work, the feeling of being unfulfilled was always there for him. He hoped to satanas that this would change... that the one thing he wanted more then anything would come true. A heart to call a home.
Noticing the time, he put the letter into an envelope and stamped it with an official seal of the church. Writing your initials on the front. He put the paper to his lips and kissed it softly before pushing it into his pocket. The evening was creeping in, the light low and dark around the ministry, he only agreed to meet his brothers tonight to please Secondo, Copia was tired, and his day had been long, and his feelings had gotten away from him, but he didn’t want to upset his brother. He stopped outside the room that the brothers always met in, it was tucked away behind the papal suites, none of the siblings, ministry or ghouls ever made their way down here. Not without an invite anyway. Copia opened the door and stepped inside. The room itself was adorned in Secondo’s colours, green and black. The crushed velvet hanging from the walls giving it cozy yet regal feeling. The brothers all sat around a dark oak stained table, arguing as always. Secondo stood up and headed towards Copia the moment he walked in.
“Brother, you made it. Did you bring the letter I suggested? Would you like my ghouls to deliver it for you? It would be no problem…” Secondo said in hushed tones, not wanting primo and Terzo to hear their conversation.
“Ahh, yes... if they don’t mind. I wouldn’t want them going out of their way while on duty…”
“It’s fine, we will be safe here… I’m sure they would be glad to get out of this stuffy room for a while” Secondo smiled.
Copia pulled the letter out of his pocket and handed it to Secondo’s right-hand ghoul, who just offered a nod and a smile to him before leaving the brothers alone.
“What’s going on over there?” His brother Terzo could be heard asking from behind Copia.
“Oh, shush you. I’m sure it none of our business…” Primo said to Terzo.
Terzo sat back in his seat, his lip puffed out, he hated being told off by his much older brother, but as he respected him, he didn’t answer him back and simply accepted his scolding.
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You had spent your evening in a spiral of self hate, you couldn’t believe that the moment that the cardinal touched you... you lost your cool and bolted. You were pretty sure that you could never show your face again in his Latin class. The Cardinal probably thinks you have lost the plot, the moment he offered to help you, to offer you comfort…. You threw it back in his face. If he only knew that you bolted not because of him, but because of your feelings for him. You were far to embarrassed, far too uncertain to stick around. You were like a dear in headlights the moment you felt his soft leather gloves on your skin, your head took over. You had wanted nothing more than to feel the leather of his gloves on your skin, but the moment it happened, it all just felt too much. Maybe your little crush on the Cardinal wasn’t such a little crush after all but you were sure after this that there was no hope for you both. You had left him alone, and most likely just as embarrassed as yourself. He would most likely never talk to you again after this.
You pulled the covers over your head and wrapped yourself up a few times to cocoon yourself in your self pity. You didn’t plan on moving for the rest of the night, hell... maybe even the rest of the week. This was just too much, all you wanted to do was explain yourself, but you didn’t think you would be able to overcome the embarrassment of what you did to him. You lay on your bed, just hoping that the 9th dimension of hell would open up beneath you and swallow you whole as you drifted off into a slumber.
Your eyes sprang open and drifted towards your clock, noticing that you had fallen asleep and that it was now the small hours of the morning. Your room was dark, the only light being from the moon shining in from your small window. Your room was small but comforting, peaceful. You had been so thankful when you had joined the church that you had been offered a room to yourself. It gave you chance to not only adjust to your new life but also gave you the space you needed from human interaction at the end of the day. You loved your little dorm, it was your safe haven from the outside world.
You pulled yourself out of bed to grab yourself a glass a of water, heading to the small sink in your room to fill your glass. Turning the tap, you fill it to the brim and down the ice cold water without a second thought. It wasn’t until your eyes drifted towards the door that you noticed something was sitting on the mat. You didn’t see that when you walked through the door earlier, or maybe in your panic you missed it. You filled your glass again, turning off the tap and walking to retrieve the envelope on the mat. Your heart sank the moment you saw the writing on the front. It was his handwriting. Was this him writing to tell you that he wanted you to leave his classes? That your behaviour was too much for him? It wouldn’t be the first time you had been rejected this way.
You sat down on the bed, your fingers resting on the wax seal as you try to gather the mental fortitude to open it. As you muster the will power, gently lifting up the official seal. It sure did seem official, you were pretty sure this was about to be the end of your Latin classes and the end of you being able to show your face in public again.
As the seal on the letter snapped, you pulled out the paper inside. It didn’t go unnoticed that he had used officially headed paper, this was going to hurt and you were sure you where about to pay for your public shaming earlier. The first thing you noticed was that the cardinal had written in Latin, your eyes rolled slightly, he wasn’t just going to scold you, but he was going to do it Latin too.
You grabbed your textbook and started to read the letter. Deciphering the words slowly.
I sit in my office writing this, thinking about our moment under the willow tree.
“Oh, fuck… here we go” you thought to yourself, he really was about to scold you. You were sure of it.
Teaching you as a student has been a privilege, and although my professionalism means a lot to me...
You smiled, even though he was angry at you… he still wanted to make sure that you felt like he appreciated you.
You must believe me when I say that you are the most beautiful and talented of sisters, and I truly hope I didn’t overstep my mark and that you could possibly see me as more then just your professor.
“Wait… what? He? … He likes me?” Your mind spun as you read the last few words of his letter. “You could see me as more than just your professor?!” You repeated to yourself. Your tears starting to fall, after all this, after what you had put him through, he thought he was the issue? He thought that you rejected him because you didn’t like him, that his advances were unwanted. How wrong you both were.
You looked at the door and that was it, your feet were moving faster than your brain could think, whisking you through the dark ministry faster than lightning. You stopped outside his door, the door that had his full title engraved on. You moved your hand across it, tracing his name. Your eyes still red and puffy from your tears and the night reminding you that you had just left your room in nothing but your thin nightgown and nothing on your feet.
You knocked quietly and waited, not hearing a sound from inside... you knocked again… nothing. The confidence that overcame you before ebbing away by the moment... you started to think maybe you shouldn’t have left your room. That you had acted too hastily. Your thoughts began to take over, just as they did before.
“Sorella?” you heard from behind you.
You spun on your feet, your eyes meeting and without another word you threw yourself into his arms. Burying your face into his chest and holding on for dear life.
“Sorella, are you ok?” The Cardinal ran his hand over your hair, slightly concerned by you showing up at his door in tears, slightly worried he had done something else wrong.
You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face, and smash your lips into his without a word. The cardinals body stiffened as your lips met, but as you both relaxed into the kiss you had offered him, his arms wrapped around you, and his body loosened as he pulled you in closer to him and tilting back your head to deepen his kiss, kissing in a moment of passionate haze... You slid your tongue into his mouth as he held you, his tongue matching yours as they both dance together. The cardinal pushing you against his door, holding you in place... his hands moving up your bare thighs as your kiss reaches its end. You both break apart, gasping for air but wanting nothing more than for that kiss to never end. You let your gaze meet as your breath begins to steady. The cardinal keeping you tight against his body and the door, offering you his body for comfort as you lean into him and rest your head on his chest.
“Sorella, arms. Hold tight” Copia asked as he picked you up, your arms moving to behind his neck and your legs wrapping around his torso as he held you close, unlocking his dorm door. Fumbling with the key for a lot longer than he would have liked, he carried you over to his bed, laying you down softly, gently... he walked to the other side of the room, his nightly ritual taking over. You watched as he undressed from his cassock, his body much trimmer and more toned than you would have expected, leaving himself in a ripped band tshirt and a pair of boxers. You smile at him, watching him as he turns back to the bed and meets your gaze. “Beautiful” he mutters.
Ghost Headcannons! (x Reader SFW)
- Popia would most definitely want to hold you at any point the two of you got alone. After a long ritual? Cuddle in bed and fall directly asleep. After mass? He's gonna be holding you trying to cuddle you in any position, anywhere, guaranteed. No matter what position you're in, and no matter how uncomfortable he is, he won't move. Your comfortability is his #1 priority.
-Phantom would 100% love brushing your hair/play with your hair to help you fall asleep, relieve stress or just to do it and be sweet. You cannot tell me he isn't the sweetest man ever.
-Swiss loves it when you straighten out his clothes, and tweak anything he's wearing before he goes out to perform at a ritual. Under that mask, he is blushing like a madman. Every little thing that you do that shows you care makes him extremely happy.
