#perpetua fluff

[lakefu]

Valentines render for Papa & Menzi 💜🌹

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[ghuleshbabe]

🎃 Ghostober (Cozytober) Day 2 🎃

~ Wandering through a crop maze~

I personally want to do Halloweeny/fall things with Perpetua…pretty please?! 😭🖤

Coupling: Creaturesque Papa V Perpetua x GN! Reader

Word Count: 667

Perpetua swears he knows the way through the maze, but every turn takes you in circles. Prideful, creature-like, and ever dramatic, he leads you to a hidden place where being lost together feels like the true reward.

The cornstalks are towering above your head, sealing you inside with rustling walls. The nighttime air smells of dry corn husks and wet earth. Every time the wind blows through, the stalks rustle and sway whispering like a thousand small voices.

Perpetua moves just ahead of you, like liquid shadow, the dim lanterns casting the perfect amount of shadow on to the sharp features of his face. This is not just walking. He is prowling deliberately and unbelievably silent; almost as if the maze is his own personal hunting ground instead of the fun seasonal attraction it actually is. Occasionally his long slim fingers brush along the cornstalks and you can almost swear they bend away from his touch. You have a feeling deep down that you’re lost, but before you can say anything his voice comes in a low soft purr.

“I know exactly where we are. Left here, then a right. A predator never loses his way.” The smile that is spreading across his lips melts your heart when a sharp fang catches his lip.

The only issue is that the path he takes you on brings you back- again- to the same spot you started at 10 minutes prior. You cross your arms and cock an eyebrow at him.

“We’ve been here before.”

His eyes glow faintly and he smirks. “No, little one. The maze shifts. It changes. Reorders itself. It’s jealous.” Pouting, he turns from you walking ahead further before he continues. “It does not like that I’m here with you.”

You can hardly stifle the laugh bubbling in your throat. “Or…maybe we’re just lost.”

Stopping suddenly in his tracks, you practically collide into his back. Turning towards you, his eyes glint in the moonlight like that of a predator. A low velvet growl rumbles from his throat. “Perpetua doesn’t lose.” There was no real threat in it…just his own stubborn pride softened with something sweeter underneath it. “He chooses. And if I should choose to wander with you in circles? Then so be it.”

His hand comes up, claw tipped fingers gently stroking your cheek with extreme care and a gentleness that makes your chest ache in the best way possible. Before you can say anything else he again prowls forward with you following close behind. The confidence within himself never wavers, though the turns look absolutely no different than anything you had already done previously.

When it seems like it may never end, the stalks start parting away from each other. Stepping into a spacious clearing, it looks like something that was carved out of a dream. Pale pumpkins of all shapes and sizes lay scattered about the earth, while intricate strings of fairy lights are casting a soft glow on their round surfaces below. Any and all outside noise vanishes leaving both of you in your own little world together.

Perpetua hums a satisfying pleased sound, arms spreading out wide as he turns in a circle as if presenting this beautiful secret place to you. “See?” The self satisfied grin upon his face is sharp, while his eyes focus on you instead of the clearing. “I told you I would lead us somewhere marvelous.”

Looking back into his eyes you cannot help the genuine smile spreading across your face.

“You mean you finally got lucky.”

Stepping forward, his presence falls like a shadow around you. Pride giving in to something softer, sweeter. “If being lost brings me here with you… then I will lose myself a million times.”

The fairy lights are casting an angelic glow against his skin, perfectly highlighting his mask and the angular features of his face. He looks human…almost. You know better though. Beneath is a wild untamed nature that is simmering. The same creature that prowled the maze and claimed himself victorious, even when cornered, without breaking a sweat.

And yet, when his lips find yours- gentle, loving, affectionately- you feel only warmth and the sweetness of finding the rarest of treasures in the darkness.

[unholyguleh]

Heyyyyyy it's meeeee <3 May I very kindly request Perpetua tied up all prettily by male reader? Something very sweet fluffy and intimate, but no spice necessary! (only if you want to hehe)

Hi bestieeee 💖

This was SUCH A GOOD REQUEST and I was so excited to cook this up. I hope you enjoy!

Perpetua x male reader

"Look at you, my angel." You purred against his skin, tongue poking out to taste the saltiness of his sweat.

Your fingers hooked under the rope, smoothing it out so it sat evenly without pinching. Warm hands smoothing over your intricate work and caressing his body with reverence.

"You're so good to me, caro." Perpetua's voice was soft as he leaned into your touch. His eyes eagerly scanned the patterns of twists and knots you had meticulously tied across his torso, the pressure lulling him into bonelessness quicker than he would've liked to admit.

"Anything for you." Your lips skimmed across the areas where his skin bulged between the rope, a grin curling your lips when you felt him shudder.

You admired his lithe form, carefully bent to your will in your shared bed. The deep purple of the rope standing out against his pale skin, flushed pink in some places from your attention.

It was an honor to do this for your beloved. He was so busy all the time, rarely having a moment of peace and quiet. When he asked for this, you were all too eager to give him whatever he wanted. Now you had him, happily squirming against the embrace of your soft jute, surrendered to focus only on your gentle touches and sweet kisses.

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[ghuleshbabe]

May I please have a “cozytober” request?

Rainy weekend cuddles with Perpetua.

🎃 Ghostober (Cozytober)Day 22 🎃

~Rainy weekend cuddles~

Your wish is my command 🫡 I feel Perpetua is PERFECT for this prompt 🥺😮‍💨

Coupling: Papa V Perpetua x GN! Reader

Word Count: 772

A steady autumn rain settles over the Abbey, cancelling the day’s duties and softening even the strictest of hearts. 🌧️ 🍂

The rain has been falling steadily since dawn- soft and gentle at first, then gradually becoming a steady silvery downpour over the ministry. Every corridor whispers with its wicked rhythm. You can hear it in every corner of the Abbey- the gutters whispering, the roof sighing, fallen leaves swirling along the ground and the rhythm of raindrops hitting stained glass like a gentle chant. The morning mass has been postponed indefinitely, the courtyard is empty, and the air is peppered with the scent of damp earth and candle smoke.

Perpetua has declared as of this morning that the weather is “a divine suggestion to remain indoors.” His tone had been lofty, but his actions betrayed the tone in his voice: he trades his papal vestments for a loose purple shirt and a pair of soft black trousers. The beautiful curls of his hair are all disheveled.

You find Perpetua in the sitting room, a freshly prepared pot of tea steaming on a table beside him, sleeves rolled up into his forearms. A sight that felt almost secretive.

As you step into the room, he glances up and over his book, a small curve forming upon his lips. “Ah, cara anima, you have braved the storm.” He murmurs softly, voice low and gruff from disuse today.

You smile back at him, shaking a few stray droplets from your hair. “It’s miserable out there. The entire courtyard is a puddle!”

“Then you shall stay here. The world can wait.” He gestures to the spot on the sofa beside him, a quiet command softened by affection.

You happily join him, sinking into the couch beside him. The fire crackles contently in the hearth, while Perpetua pours cups of tea for both of you- unhurriedly. As he passes you a cup, your fingers brush slowly and gently- lingering momentarily.

For awhile, there is nothing but the sound of the storm and the steady crackle of the fire. The candlelight in the room casts everything in a golden warmth- the books, the blankets and the patient rise and fall of his chest beside you.

Eventually, you felt him watching you.

“You seem at peace.” He says quietly.

You turn your head toward him, smiling.

“You do too.”

That earns a small breathy laugh from his soft lips. Something rare and unguarded. “You have noticed, hm?”

His hand finds yours- first resting on the couch in the small space between you, then entwining with yours gently as his thumb gently traces over your knuckles. His rings are cool to the touch but his skin is warm beneath. The gesture was slow, careful- perhaps even reverent. As if the world may shatter if he is not careful enough.

When thunder cracks in the distance, you lean against him, instinctively seeking his warmth and comfort. He responds with no hesitation of any kind, drawing you closer until your head is resting on his chest. His arm comes up and around you, pulling you in closer, steady and protective.

“You will ruin my reputation for austerity.” He teases, fondness seeping into the tone of his voice.

“Maybe that’s not such a bad thing.” You whisper back softly.

He tilts his head, resting his cheek against the hair on the top of your head. “No.” He admits gently. “Perhaps not.”

Time begins to blur. The rain eventually grows softer, the tea all but forgotten, the only sound between you the quiet harmony of two breaths falling into a rhythm together. His fingers trace idle circles across your arm, slow enough to feel deliberate, as though memorizing the shape of your body in the silence.

You look up at him, his gaze meeting yours- no distance, or titles between you. Just the warmth of the fire, both in the room and in his soul, reflecting in his eyes.

When he leans in, it is slow and gentle, testing- lips brushing your forehead first, then lingering there, as if in extreme reluctance to pull away. “You bring peace into the storm.” He murmurs.

“And you,” you answer back with a sweet smile, cheeks slightly blushing “make it feel safe to stay.”

The rain deepens again outside, a lullaby for the world beyond this private sanctuary you find yourself in. Wrapped up in both of his arms you both sink into the warmth, completely content to let time slip by totally unnoticed.

And when sleep begins to tug at the corner of your eyes and the edges of your thoughts, his last words come soft and low, like a benediction meant solely for you. “Stay, little one. Until the rain decides to stop…and perhaps…even after.”