You were being petted. Not something you were usually into... wasn't bad. You felt the claws of a ghoul stroking your hair and neck. His nails ran through the curls of your nape. Terzo's voice was ashy as he murmured in the dark. He must have stayed up with Sodo.
That bastard dull ring returned to you; it haunted your left ear.
"Terzo," Sodo's voice was sterner than usual. You rarely heard him call Terzo by his name.
"Sodomiser," Terzo responded with finality.
There was a pause.
"Understood," Sodo stated coolly.
"Hm?" You squinted.
"Ah, mio caro Pittore, sorry to wake you." Sodo eyed Terzo oddly as the antipope leaned back beside you, kissing your forehead. "Still tired, si?"
You could only huff.
He grinned and made himself comfortable beside you. Sodo placed a possessive arm about your hips. Curling to you as if weathering the storm.
"Rest, ______. You need it."
You didn't need to be told; your eyes drooped. Even gong ringing in your ear couldn't hinder your sleep.
YOU ARE READING
Commissioned [completed]
Fanfiction(Terzo x Sodo x Reader) Against your better judgment, you take on a portrait commission with suspicious beginnings. You are an atheist thrust into the world of Satanism as you meet and paint for the earth's most charming antipope. Will you walk away...
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