I want to take care of Secondo when he’s sick, I want to kiss his face even though he tells me not to because I’ll “catch it too”, I want to get up early to make him tea and soup, I want to feel his forehead with the back of my hand, I want to bring him Advil and water, I want to stay home with him and nurse him back to health, thinking of a domestic life with him makes me so hhhdhdj. fuck.
He could sense that his youngest brother was going to do something
He witnesses Copia eyeing up a sister of sin for weeks, and gently reminded his brother to be respectful but that didn’t work
The day after it happened you were none the wiser
But Primo saw as Copia kisses your cheek he was withdrawn and he immediately knew
Honestly was probably the one do tell (demand) Copia tell you
Primo is a very loyal soul, and it hurts him to see the people he cares about be hurt and he cares about you a lot
You were nice, sweet, spunky and it was unbelievable that Copia would do such a thing
Primo will no doubt comfort you over Copia, because his brother made a big mistake and he has to deal with the consequences
Terzo
Brother who cheated: Primo
Terzo knew from the moment a pretty young thing like you got with Primo is was gonna go down hill
Though Primo was a kind man, he had always had… urges
Unlike his other brothers Primo would do it anonymously
He was probably out, got high on some new tea or smoke product he accidently created and got freaky with a sibling of sin
You definitely walked in on them
Terzo found out through you, after you came straight to his door, sobbing about what had happened
Now Terzo is not good at comfort, but he will not let someone he cares so deeply about suffer alone, so he brings you into his suite, holds you as you cry, and then makes you tea, or gives you wine
Terzo is conflicted because he knew if Primo was in his right mind he would’ve broke it off if he wanted to see others without your consent
But he still hurt you, and Terzo knows that being inebriated is no excuse so he decided to kinda… split the comfort
All in all pretty good, but don’t expect him to fully choose you or his brother
Secondo
Brother who cheated: Terzo
Another one who knew it was gonna happen
But let’s be honest you probably saw the signs too
It happened a few days after your 2 year anniversary
You were walking back to your room that you practically shared with Terzo and caught him in bed with two ghouls and a sibling of sin
Needless to say you did not stick around to see what happened next
You went to Secondo not distraught but more numb
Secondo, who was a surprisingly good comforter, took you in, made you tea, wrapped you in a blanket and let you sit and talk for as long as you needed
I wouldn’t be surprised if you slept on his couch that night
Tightens Secondo and terzos already tense relationship
Secondo will not openly declare his hate for his brother, but it is clear he will do anything for you
Copia
Brother who cheated: Secondo
Ok so let’s start with saying that Copia, no matter how much shit he talks, is not confrontational
He’s sassy sure, but he’s not gonna like, walk up to someone and beat their ass
So when he realizes that Secondo cheated on you he’s kinda at a lost
He found out a while after it happened
He’s a little dense so it took him a bit to figure out that “oh something happened”
Finds out form Secondo actually, which to his defense actually seems kinda mad at himself
Copia immediately goes to see you, needing to know if you’re ok
Of course you’re fine, maybe a little heart broken but not gonna die. It had been a few weeks anyway so it was quite comical to see his flustered state
Will be there for whatever you need, whenever you need
Always willing to help
Once again will not fight anyone, but does get protective when you and Secondo are in the same room
V
Brother who cheated: For the hell of it let’s say Copia!
V knew that his arrival had caused a lot of trouble and hatred for Copia
He didn’t mean for it to be like that, and it wasn’t his fault, but Copia had always been a bit of a hot head, so it wasn’t understandable
Being new, V had only gotten to know you via your jobs crossing paths a lot, and you gave him advice and allowed him to vent, as you wanted to get to know your boyfriends brother
You had confessed your concerns to V about Copias new assistant a few times, claiming that he seems to be getting pretty close with her, but V only had your word to go on, as he was on tour
However, he was I surprised when he got a call from you one night after a show, telling him that Copia had cheated and that you had heard them
He comforts you as best he can through the phone, wishing he could actually be there for you, as this seemed a little in-genuine
V also feels a bit responsible for Copias behavior because he knows it was unlikely he would’ve done such a thing if he was not so angry and repressed
Nothing just thinking about Secondo falling for someone who is not really feeling him at first. It’s not like enemies to lovers it’s more like “you party a lot and sleep around, I don’t like that” so they keep it completely professional.
Secondo is a little peeved because you’re pretty and look like you’d be a good fuck, but you said no so what can he do.
He knows he’s gone after he’s fucking some random girl from a party and he can only close his eyes and picture you to get off. Not like the tough fucking he liked though.
No
He imagines holding you softly, grinding his hips up into you gently, making sure you feel good. His fingers constantly rub your clit, alternating between flicking and rubbing the bud, watching you moan how much you love him.
After that night he slowly begins his decline into softness. He doesn’t stop partying, but everyone has heard the rumours.
Papa Secondo hadn’t taken a sibling to be in weeks
You’re surprised by the rumour, but don’t think anything of it, just continuing your professionalism.
You are shocked however when he comes to you, flowers in his hand, a begrudgingly warm look on his face as he sets them on your desk, asking you if you’d give him a chance… cause he wants to be good enough for you
A/N: Me posting three times in one day? what is this? a mental crisis? anyway, there is one x reader in this and one OC (?)
Thinking of being Secondos partner and being best friends with Terzos partner...
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Secondo was not one to worry, as he says, which was a total lie on his part. The man was incredibly anxious to the point of an anxiety attack at all times. Every possibility of what could go wrong ran through his brain at one time or another, so it was no surprise that when you didn't meet him for lunch like you usually did, he rushed out of his office in search of you, robes flowing dramatically behind him as he barked at his assistant to cancel all meetings until further notice.
Terzo, as much as he hated to admit it, was exactly the same as his brother. Not in the way they were both great at wooing people, or at sex, or at singing, no. They were similar in the fact that both were constant worry-ers.
It makes sense of course, they were born only three months apart and grew up together in practically the same conditions, so it makes sense that they would share some mental traits, but to the extent they did was almost laughable if it wasn't so concerning at times.
So Terzo, like his brother, went to find his partner when they did not answer his third call in the span of four minutes, heart and mind racing as he strode down the corridors of the ministry, almost running smack into his older brother.
"Watch where you are going Stronzo! I'm in a hurry!"
The strong, gravely voice of Secondo rang slightly through the corridor as Terzo had to practically skid like a cartoon character to avoid toppling them both over. If you listened close enough, you might've actually heard the skid from one infamous road runner as Terzos leather shoes halted so suddenly.
Terzo looked up with a huff, the black paint on his temples running ever so slightly from the sweat of walking so fast. He straightened his suit, reorienting himself so he stood straighter, even though it really didn't do anything for the height difference, Secondo was still almost a foot taller then his brother.
Stepping back he let out a sharp breath through his nose, studying his brothers equally tense expression. The dilation of his pupils, sweat on his brow, clenching of his jaw, all of which were tell tale signs of Secondos current mental state and mission.
"Well so am I, so maybe walk on the right side of the hallway, hm? Didn't you graduate fifth grade?" Terzo says, though it came out a little more sneerish then he had intended, probably due to the fact that he was a bit out of breath and his mind was elsewhere.
Secondos hands scrunched together tighter if that was even possible, the fingers of his leather gloves close to busting seams as he glared down at his brother, contemplating staying and chewing him out, or continuing on his current mission to find you.
Siblings of sin who were also walking in the corridor peered curiously as they walked past, intrigued by the interaction.
Public spats between the two Papas were not uncommon, as they had very different ways of running the ministry, handling budgets, time management, how they conducted mass, and so on and so forth. It was almost routine at this point for most seasoned siblings. You see the two papas quarreling? move to the other side of the hallway and don't look for too long. In fact, it was probably written in a rule book somewhere at this point.
Sending a glare to anyone who stared too long, Secondo strode past his brother without a word, deciding that he would deal with him later, and that right now he needed to find you, and make sure you were ok, and not mad at him, or hurt, or sleeping, or anything else that could have possibly kept you from your lunch date.
Rolling his eyes and letting out a soft noise of displeasure, Terzo continued on his path in the opposite direction, kitten heels softly clicking down the hallway as his pace quickened, eager to figure out whatever could be keeping his lover from answering their precious papas calls.
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It had been 45 minutes since both of their searches began, and still, radio silence from both partners. To anyone else, who was thinking a little more rationally, one might have realized that it was the middle of the day, and sometimes, people get busy, especially working inside the clergy. But the two men were anything but normal, and in this state pretty far from rationality. So despite their earlier disagreement, they began to work and search together.
They checked the dining hall, kitchens (much to the cooks dismay as they were starting to prep for dinner), library, garden, siblings quarters, break rooms and cardinals offices, but still nothing. The only place left was any of the Papal suites or the ghoul den, and the ghoul den was highly unlikely as it was close to a full moon and the ghouls were feisty at this time.
So together, the two brothers walked down the stairwell to the basement level where their rooms resided, both silently, or Terzo not so silently, hoping nothing had happened.
Checking Terzos suite first they found nothing out of the ordinary. The black stained hardwood floors were still freshly mopped, indicating that no one had been in since house keeping entered this morning. The rug still looked freshly vacuumed, couch pillows fluffed, kitchen area clean and bedroom and bathroom door shut tight. All was perfect and where it should be, much to Terzos dismay.
Next they approached Secondos suite, which was at the farthest end of the hall, directly next to Primos. Simply being outside the door the two men saw a light flickering inside, probably from the TV, and soft voices occasionally raising with laughter. Secondo and Terzo looked at eachother, a bit confused, but decided to venture forward and figure out what was happening inside.
Opening the door, Secondo peered in first, and was lightly shoved aside by Terzo, silently demanding to see. Inside, on the soft, dark green couch, sat two figures, talking and watching a video, both sharing a fuzzy blanket that was kept on the couch for occasions such as these.
There was food on the table, looking to be last nights leftovers (you and secondo had made baked chicken and pasta on the side, to which he protested, claiming pasta was its own meal), two glasses of wine or juice, and a stack of books. The two brothers, now calmed a bit but still confused, walked inside, curious to see what this was about.
"What's happening here?" Terzo inquires, peaking over the back of the couch, looking down on you and your friend. They look up at him and smile, reaching out to take his hand while you turned and see Secondo standing there. Clocking his slightly sweat ruined paint, wide eyes and the fact that his gloves actually did pop at the seams, you gestures him over calmly, smiling softly.
"Amore" He says, his voice mostly level, but there's a breath of relief that doesn't go unnoticed by you, or the other person sitting on the couch. They smile sheepishly as they look up at Terzo, who is pouting slightly.
"My love," you say in return already knowing what's going on inside his beautiful, bald, constantly anxious head. "Sorry if we worried you, but we had to settle an argument" You say, turning to your friend who was glaring at you playfully. They look back up at Terzo, smiling.
"They thought the books were better then the movies-"
"They are!" you interjected as they attempted to explain their side to their lover. They throw a pillow at you in retaliation. You yelp, laughing and throwing it back, hitting them in the stomach.
"They're not! You can't possibly tell me you'd rather read a book then watch a move? What about all the images and easter eggs and actors!"
"Some people have an imagination and create those things in their head asshole." They throw a piece of chicken at you, hitting you dead in the forehead, leaving a small spot of sauce.
Terzo and Secondo look at eachother, worries now completely gone, and small disagreement from earlier forgotten as they watch the two of you interact, a small bubble of warmth filling the entire suite as the events unfold.
Secondo removes his outer robes, laying them neatly on the kitchen table before walking over to sit next to you, sandwiching himself between your side and the arm of the couch, a rare smile breaking out on his face as he watches you.
Terzo kicks off his shoes and dramatically groans, plopping down next to his lover, wrapping his arm around their shoulder, to which they cuddle into his side.
"So what movie are we watching?" Terzo asks, glancing at you
"Frankenstein."
"Oh the book is so much better." Mutters Secondo, already dreading the next hour and a half.
Warnings (edited): mentions of anxieties and anxiety attacks, kissing, angst and comfort
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“Papa?”
“Yes, my love?”
“How do you like the new songs from V so far?”
Your question took him a little off guard. You were both sitting in his office, him working at his desk, working on budget and transfers for the ministry, while you lay on a plush leather couch that he had against the far wall, your feet kicked up on the arm rest.
He set down his pen, looking over to where you’re sitting, finding you already sitting up, looking at him expectantly. He chuckled softly, though it sounded like more of growl with how low it was. He sighed, leaning back a bit.
“They are interesting, Amore.”
“In a good or bad way?”
He looked at you and raised his brows a bit, a small smirk playing on his lips. Crossing his arms over his chest, looking serious as ever. He had forgone his robe and mitre, and instead wore a black button down and dress trousers. His multicolored eyes seemed to glow in the dim light of his office, both focused solely on you.
He stood, his knees cracking slightly as he did. He sighed softly as he walked over to you, your eyes following his every move, never leaving his body. He sat next to you, resting his arm on the back of the couch, the leather of his gloves squeaking slightly against the leather of the couch. His side exposed, you immediately cuddle into him; leaning your head against the front of his shoulder. He smiles softly, kissing your head as he speaks again, his chest rumbling against your ear.
“A good interesting Amore, very good. It reminds me of my songs if I am honest.”
You snort a bit, looking up at him and smiling playfully, eyes shining with mischief.
“You’ve said that about every other album papa.” Your tone is playful, but your words are true. He has said that about every album that came out after his, and you wondered if he genuinely meant it, or if he was still trying to hold onto the sliver of limelight he had left.
He looked down at you for a moment, his small smile turning into a pensive frown. He looks ahead of him, thinking for a moment. You could hear his heart speed up, anxiety rising in his chest. He swallows a wad of spit that had built up in his throat. You sense his tension and you gently kiss his shoulder, and then his jaw, and up to his cheek, soothing him as best you can.
“Breath Papa, I was only joking, I’m sorry”
He lets out a shaky breath at your soft kisses. He feels your weight against his shoulders as you use them to move easier around his body to ground him, to comfort him. He brings a hand up to his shoulder, placing his hand over yours, squeezing gently.
“It’s not you I just-” You shush him, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. You knew he was about to apologize. Lie to cover his feelings and then shut down, attempting to keep up that facade of strong, scary Papa, but you knew him so much better. From the gentle shake of his hands and the way his water line dampens, tears that he forces back threatening to fall.
“It’s ok Papa… you can like the music.”
He smiles a bit, leaning his head back to rest against your chest. His heart finally begins to ease and the tightness in his body relaxes against you.
Imagine being Secondo/terzo/primo’s significant other and being devastated after they are killed. Then after imperator dies, Copia brings them back without telling you and one day you’re opening your door in the morning to see the love of your life standing there.
More ministry head cannons because I have a craving for writing about this building
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The library is huge
Like to the point where they need like 10-20 people working in there at a time to make sure if anyone has any issues that they’re taken care of
Also
There are jobs specifically for people who have a thirst for knowledge
Like imagine you’re a new sibling and are like “hey I really like researching a said topic in the history of art, satanic history, rituals,etc….”
You’re now in the library researching
Course it ain’t all sunshine and rainbows
There are long and boring days
Days like any other 9-5 where you just wanna quit and not do anything
But it’s substantially better than most jobs
And considering they house and feed you
It’s a win win
Speaking of which, how do they get the money for that? Well merch of course
At first it was donations and ends meet
But as ghost has ramped up the sales have gone through the roof, and everything is going well
I also fully believe the Emeritus family line was rich to begin with (I love the head cannon that Nihils father has a catholic priest and made a lot of money so when he died Nihil got that money and went all satanic and shit)
The papas have personal assistants, not just in that way your freaks
But they literally run a clergy they need help
So they have assistance to help with paperwork and stuff
ALSOOO (my fave)
They have personal tailors
Like where do papas outfits come from
From the clergy tailor who was happy enough to help
This totally isn’t my own delusion
It is BUT
I really like the idea of the tailor waiting off stage and being ready to run out to help the papa if his bat wings or hats break
