If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

Copia's Cortege

 Cheers and screams flooded the arena. Confetti settled, roses were thrown, and people projected their praises for the band. Some days you wondered what it would be like to step out on stage, to be in the limelight, and to have your moment. However, life had other plans, when Papa Nihil told you that you would tour with the group; he didn't specify that he meant as a tech crew member. More specifically, Papa's servant. After all, you could play bass, guitar, keyboards, and were mildly trained on drums, Mountain insisted you started private lessons with him.

Now, obviously working for Copia has its charms, and being a ghoul, you got to hang out with the other members in your spare time, but you got some secrets. Watching the band, your friends perform every night to sold out crowds makes your heart swell with joy and forget the envious thoughts that taint your mind.

They all bow and walk offstage, Aether hands you his guitar first and fist bumps you, Sodo giving you a high five, and Rain giving you a nod. Making sure all the instruments made it back into their respective cases, you let out a sigh of relief and walked back to the common room.

You could hear the party from a mile away, you knew tonight would be one to remember. Knocking on the door loudly, you enter, "Y/N '' your name was cheered by all the ghouls and some other crew members which made you bow as a sign of humble entry. Maska and belts were off and thrown in a pile, shirts were unbuttoned, and shoes shoved in the corner. Aether walked up and handed you a bottle of Heineken, "Saved it for you," you took it with a smile, "Way to work hard today, thanks for letting me borrow your guitar, if Sodo hadn't pushed me I wouldn't have broken mine" He practically growled that last part at the smug ghoul sitting on the couch, "Stop killing my guitar during my riffs and we'll see about it" Every one giggled at their antics, a usual occurrence on and off stage, "Come on we're playing Beerio-kart" He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and practically dragged you to the couch where Rain was waving another controller for you

"I GOT DAISY" You scream immediately clicking on the character, "RAIN GET THE FUCK OFF OF YOSHI I AM YOSHI" Aether screamed in the calm ghoul's face, "Aether. I recommend you drop the attitude" Rain said, taking the fuming ghoul's controller and showing him that you can be multiple colors of Yoshi, "Oh...I didn't know that. Sorry buddy" Aether said and patted Rain's head, ruffling his hair slightly, "Love how no one ever goes after Toad" Swiss mumbled, "Because Toad is lame as fuck Swiss." You smugly say back earning laughs and some oohs, "Y/N. YOU PLAY AS DAISY" More oohs were heard, "Touche. But Daisy is gonna kick your ass"

You all put five bucks on the table, others made bets too, mainly for you to win, got a fresh bottle of beer, and loaded up Moo Moo Meadows. 3...2...1...GO! The screen lit up and the four of you immediately started chugging your beer. Rain had to take breaks between sips, Swiss was already super wasted and looked like he was gonna throw up, and Aether and you were neck and neck. You finished your beer first, Aether followed only seconds behind, Swiss in third, and Rain took his time. The guys underestimated how much Mario Kart you played because the race wasn't a race, you lapped Rain twice, hit Aether with so many blue shells he basically rage quit, and Swiss kept hitting the cows. Amateurs, "Thank you for buying me lunch, dinner, and a nice outfit for after boys" You say as cocky as you can while counting up your bills, "It was fun but I gotta check on Copia" Groans and protests of your absence were given, to no avail, "Sorry guys that is part of my job description, Goodnight!" Everyone waved you off, you shut the door behind you and hurried to his room. You were playing in the same arena for a few days so they gave you their suites to lodge in.

Three knocks on the door were left unanswered, so you knock three more times, you hear groaning, mumbling, and curses. Shit. He must be mad, "Just...come in" Oh Satan. Was he hurt? Was he dying? What's the Clergy going to say? You oblige and open the door, "Papa, it's me, Y/N." The room was dark and he laid on the king size bed, sprawled out on his stomach, head facing the door, wearing gray sweatpants, no shirt, and had all his Papa make up scrubbed off, his hair was still wet from his shower, curling lightly, but more than his handsome appearance, he looked like he was in pain,

"Oh cut the formalities darling, when have you ever called me that" He rolled his eyes and moved to cross his arms under his chin, and rested his head on them,

"Okay that is true, but babe. What the hell are you doing" You giggle slightly at his state, shut the door, and light a few candles. He complains about how bright the stage lights are and likes to lounge in dimmer light,

"My back has been killing me Y/N and I don't know what to do" He pouted his lips and gave you puppy dog eyes,

"Ohhh, poor baby" You walk to the foot of the bed, and squat down so you are at eye level with Copia. You give him a light kiss before standing up, "I can't promise that it'll fix it forever, but I have been told that I give a good massage." You walk over to the bedside table and grab the small bottle of vanilla scented lotion he insisted on having. Apparently vanilla scented lotion is the ONLY type of lotion that soothes his skin...You don't ask questions you just work here,

"Please mi amor anything!" He dramatically replies while laying his arms back across the bed and turning his head to rest on his right cheek,

"Alright" you say, squeezing some of the lotion on your hands, "I'm going to straddle you, but don't get excited. I'm not in the mood tonight" You climb onto the bed, straddling his hips just below his lower back, but not right on his ass, he giggles,

"There go my plans," you lightly slap his shoulder, and start massaging. You started at his shoulders, feeling how hard his muscles were and hearing him moan in relief at your touch was not only attractive, but satisfying. Making him feel good whether it be emotionally or physically is all you wanted since you've started dating, granted you have dated since before he was Papa or toured as Cardinal, but the love you had for each other was undying and passionate. Moving onto his upper back, he hissed in pain when your left hand hit a certain spot right between his ribs, "Sorry love, is this where Sodo hit you the other day?" Sodo hit him with his guitar by accident during a ritual a while ago, the headstock of it stabbing into his side, "yeah" he mumbled into the fluffy comforter, you shook your head and gently worked on that spot. Feeling his body release more tension, you move to his lower back.

Copia was mewing, moaning, and begging you to go harder right in the middle of his lower back. Since he was in pain you didn't want to make any jokes, but the "that's what she said" one liners were said in your brain, making you accidentally laugh, "What's so funny about your lover benign in pain mi amor?" he questioned, not daring to move, "Oh nothing, I like it when you need me" You smirk, knowing the comment just ignited something within the Pope. You felt him tense again, "Oh relax, hot stuff I'm almost done" You joked back. You didn't feel like getting railed tonight, but a nice make out session wouldn't be too bad. Once your hands began to cramp and his muscles felt soft, you leaned back on your heels, "All done" Placing two light, playful pats onto his back you swing your leg over him, and lay down on your back beside him, "Thank you mi amor, I feel better" He said sitting up, "Oh wow, I feel much much better!" He said shocked at the lack of pain, "You are magic Y/N"

"What can I say? I'm a person of many talents" You say looking up at him as he looms closer to you. He then moved swiftly, stradeling your hips and pinning your hands over your head, "I think you deserve an award" He said before attacking your neck with kisses, bites, and the occasional hickey. You hummed in pleasure as he sprinkled the marks of love all over your neck, basically anywhere you could reach. You didn't care. You just bought more color correctors and concealer anyway, you could cover it, "Copia" You pant out, "Yes'' he said into your neck, "Let me touch you, let my hands go please" You beg trying to get out of his strong grip, "As you wish my love" He swung off of you and sat on his knees. You sat up onto yours and hungrily threw your hands into his hair and he went to your lower back, pushing you on top of him while he kicked his legs under you. In the midst of you making out, he scooted you up the bed so that his back rested on the headboard,

He pulled back to catch his breath, "I thought you didn't want to go far tonight dove"

"I...I don't you're right" You say, barely above a whisper. You had sex with him often and sometimes you felt that he might have only been with you for that fact, so recently you've been trying to have less sex and more quality time. You shift off of him and cuddle into his side, it was a long day of tech issues, ghouls breaking instruments, and kicking ass in video games, you already felt your eyelids get heavy. He wraps an arm around you and plants a kiss on the top of your head, "There is nothing in this universe you could say to me to anger me. I do not care if you don't want to go all the way, I'm a man. I can control myself. You just need to keep being honest with me, okay?" You nodded, feeling tired, "Are you sleeping with me tonight?" He asked starting to drift off too, "I guess" You mumble into his chest. Both of you drift off without another word, comfortable and loved in each other's arms.